AN Kay this is the rest I left in the beginning of the last chapter
p.s. Thanks everyone for their encouragement as long as someone is
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Disclaimer If only, if only, little pigs could fly.
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Ennairea stood staring at the stars and breathing the cool early spring air until footsteps sounded from the passageway behind her. She quickly ducked behind the door that was hanging open while a giggling couple wandered down the path into the gardens. After they left she made her way back to the main hall.
In her absence the hall had broken up into pairs and small groups. She spotted Taraween dancing with the prince and waved to her as she made her way to the table where the wine had been set out. The table had become the meeting place for several young elves of the female persuasion, who where occupying their time hating any other female that the prince happened to show any interest in. Ennairea's entrance into their midst caused a rash of dirty looks to be sent her way. But luckily for her dress they where to occupied hating Legolas's newest dance partner to worry too much about his old one. Besides the grapevine had informed them that they could barely speak two civil words to each other.
Ennairea smiled quietly to herself. She was far more worried what would happen to the other women if they tried anything with either herself or Taraween. She was almost positive that they would do more than spill a drink on her, but what Taraween was likely to do in retribution would be much worse and would probably stop the party dead in its tracks.
Ennairea watched as Taraween made her way over to the drink table with Legolas trailing behind her a few feet. An elf detached her self from the crowed at the drink table and made her way towards them. Ennairea debated weather or not to intercept the woman before she caused any trouble and decided against it hopefully the party would end sooner, so she sat back and watched it play out.
The woman was only a few feet away from Taraween by then, and Ennairea had to admit that she was very good at concealing her intentions. She reached Taraween and tripped nearly falling and spilling her drink on Taraween's dress. Taraween smiled and excepted the apologies and weak attempts to wipe the growing stain off the front of her dress.
Legolas looking scandalized asked if she would like to turn in for the night or at least change her dress.
"Why would I do that? It will come out and I've done worse to myself!"
Ennairea smiled knowing that she was putting on a front until she could get back at the other elf. Taraween raised an eyebrow as she walked toward Ennairea. After disentangling herself from Legolas she quietly asked Ennairea.
"Deliberate?'
"Definitely... though she's better at it than some." Ennairea whispered back.
"Good that means I won't be on any suspect list."
Ennairea smiled and gave a slight shake of the head. "What are you planning this time?"
Taraween gave an evil smile in return and answered with a cryptic, "you'll see."
Ennairea laughed and had to smother it as Legolas walked back toward them.
Legolas looked quizzically at Taraween noticing the laughing fit that had consumed Ennairea. Taraween just shrugged and looked conspiratorially at Ennairea. After several minutes Ennairea managed to control herself enough to accept the drink that Legolas held out to her.
"Are you all right now?" Legolas asked amused concern colouring his voice.
"Yes quite." Ennairea answered somewhat breathlessly.
Taraween rolled her eyes, smiling she said, "I heard that you would be going out tomorrow with the guard."
Ennairea took a deep calming breath before replying.
"Yes. My pride roped me into it."
Legolas getting rather tired of being left out of the conversation broke in. "From what I could tell it was you big mouth that got you into it."
Ennairea gave a disgusted sigh and walked away. Taraween smiled and rolled her eyes at the stupidly that men fell prey to so often.
Taraween laughed and patted Legolas's shoulder as a look of confusion spread across his face.
Taraween noticed the elf that had decided to use her dress as a standing towel walked out the door leading to the guest bedrooms. Taraween gave an evil smile making sure to hide it from Legolas; it wouldn't do to have him suspecting her.
Taraween took another drink of her wine and fanned herself.
"Legolas," she said lightly leaning against him. Careful not to overdue it incase he developed a sense of pity and decided to accompany her to make sure he was all right.
"Ohh. I'm sorry but its gotten terribly hot in hear I think that I have to step out for a moment." She turned and walked away before he could follow and made her way first to Ennairea saying.
"Take care of the prince for me for a few minutes, make sure he doesn't follow that sort of thing."
Ennairea gave a grim smile saying, "It had better be worth me talking to that twit."
"It will be, believe me." Taraween whispered as she breezed past.
Ennairea shook her head and walked back to Legolas.
Legolas raised an eyebrow asking with his eyes weather she had come back to kill him or something to that effect.
"Don't worry I don't feel like killing you, just yet. Actually I came to discuss business."
Legolas was instantly transformed from a joking courteous king's son into a serious commander.
"What do you want to know?"
"Just the basic run threw. What time? Shift changes? What to expect, that sort of thing."
Legolas's face twisted into a grim smile at her last sentence.
"We start at dawn" Ennairea interrupted with a sigh at this, Legolas lent her a sympathetic grin. "I know not my favorite either especially after these silly parties. Hopefully they'll die down now." Legolas stopped in what seemed to be mid sentence looking fearfully at Ennairea.
Ennairea smiled inwardly at the obvious discomfort that he felt at telling her about the arrangement that he and Taraween had come to, to protect themselves from their fathers. She schooled her features and pretended not to notice the pause.
Legolas continued covering his mistake fairly well. "Anyway, the troop starts out the gate at dawn. We go to a preplanned camp-place, where we meet with the other shift. They tell us any signs of activity, then we split into groups of three. Half of which do peremeter sweeps while the other half set up camp. The first group is relived at midnight the next at dawn, then we go home."
"I'm guessing that the groups of three contain a bow man a swordsman and someone to run back to camp to get reinforcements?" Previous anger at him forgotten while making plans for the fighting tomorrow.
Legolas nodded "By the way you wouldn't happen to be a bow man would you?"
"I can be whatever you need." Ennairea answered grimacing at the implications of that sentence.
Legolas smiled the double meaning of her last sentence lost on him. "Good we're missing one, he's injured."
Ennairea breathed a sigh of relief when he didn't notice the innuendo in her last sentence and quickly asked. "So what are we supposed to expect?"
Legolas looked pained the question. "More than you know." A shadow of pain passed across her face as he continued. "Apart from the degradation of our once green forest, we have huge spiders, wargs along with more goblins than I care to think about."
Ennairea watched as anger and frustrated panic set itself into the few lines of his face and making them deeper, causing new ones to appear.
Ennairea reached toward him about to pat his hand when a scream cut threw the party.
Ennairea and Legolas jumped to their feet and made their way toward the scream. Legolas stopping anyone trying to come with them, with a look.
They went down the corridor and found Taraween coming in the opposite direction.
Legolas ran to her and immediately asked, "Are you all right? What happened?"
Taraween shook her head saying. "One of the girls in the kitchen dropped a bucket of hot water on herself."
"Is she all right?" Legolas asked completely missing the fact that Taraween was supposed to be in an entirely differently area.
"She'll be well enough." Taraween answered. "Good." Legolas heaved a sigh of relief and walked back toward the party.
Ennairea hung back looking expectantly at Taraween. "Well what did you do to her." she asked when Legolas was far enough away.
Taraween gave an innocent smile and said. "I don't know what you mean."
"Drop the act I know you better than that." she said rolling her eyes.
"Fine just ruin all my fun!" Taraween said a mischievous smile lighting up her face.
"What I said about her dropping a bucket of hot water on herself is true. What I omitted was that I helped her drop it and that I put a herb in it that will turn her blue and if she's unfortunate enough to be allergic will make her itch for quite some time. Best of all none of this will take effect for about twelve hours."
Ennairea laughed "Remind me never to spill anything on you." she said jokingly as she started to walk back to the party.
"You coming back to the party?" Ennairea questioned over her shoulder.
"No. I'm going to go outside for a while. Maybe I'll see you tomorrow before you leave. If not goodbye."
Ennairea waved over her shoulder and continued on her way to the meeting hall.
She walked in noticing that the party had gone back to normal, and scanned the floor for Legolas. She found him talking to his father at the other end of the room. She went to get herself another drink hoping that by the time she got it Legolas would be finished talking to his father. Unfortunately this was not to be.
Ennairea downed her drink in one gulp offending the sensibilities of some of the maidens from the hating any female other than themselves that talks to Legolas for more that two seconds committee. Ennairea couldn't care less what they thought as she went toward the elf she hated more than wargs and thought about as well of.
Ennairea walked up to Legolas ignoring the look of disdain tossed her way by Thranduil and said,
"Prince, I came to say goodnight, if I am to get up at dawn the I think I should go to bed now." Ennairea said purposely-ignoring Thranduil.
Legolas thankful for the excuse to end a conversation that was steadily turning toward Legolas's marriage prospects said.
"I think it would be best if I turned in to. Father." He said nodding to Thranduil. "Ennairea, if you would allow me to escort you to your room?"
Ennairea nodded tightly taking his proffered arm, they walked back toward the door.
Once in the corridor she dropped her hand to her side shaking with rage.
"Are you okay?" the true concern in his voice breaking through the red mist that was clouding her eyes.
"NO. That son-of-a-warg bitch. That arrogant grrrr ARRRGGG." She screamed throwing her hands into the air.
"I'm guessing this is about my father." Legolas asked calmly
"No this is about the waiter. Who else? That utinu en lokirim*. The ritht* he throws me out of my home then looks down on me like I'm some kind of bug stuck to his shoe." Ennairea rants as Legolas gently leads her to her room.
Legolas to his own fascination was beginning to agree with her.
Ennairea stopped her rant when they reached her door. Leaning against the cool wood and tracing the dragon carved there calmed her. Turning around she leaned her back against the door and looked ashamedly at Legolas.
"Sorry. I didn't mean to say that in front of you."
Legolas just smiled sympathetically, placing a hand on her shoulder. "It's okay, you have every right to be mad. Goodnight." he said turning and walking away.
Ennairea took another deep breath and walked into her room.
Outside Taraween stood on a tree branch, eyes closed, back against the trunk, swaying in the breeze. It was peaceful the silence enfolded her the night surrounding her, wind brushing strand of soft hair against her face.
Taraween sighed deeply letting the night air penetrate her. She softly opened her eyes, staring up at the stars she drank in the sight. Then arranging herself on the branch she continued to watch the stars drifting into sleep. As the mists of sleep rolled in obscuring her vision and hearing a plaintive horn sounded faintly in the night, not loud enough to wake but enough to disturb her dreams with the hopeless sadness and loss in it's cry.
@@@@@@@@@@@@@@ *son of snakes *jerk (I was going for something stronger but couldn't find it.) An I'm stopping here until I get at least 3 reviews Flames or otherwise
Disclaimer If only, if only, little pigs could fly.
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Ennairea stood staring at the stars and breathing the cool early spring air until footsteps sounded from the passageway behind her. She quickly ducked behind the door that was hanging open while a giggling couple wandered down the path into the gardens. After they left she made her way back to the main hall.
In her absence the hall had broken up into pairs and small groups. She spotted Taraween dancing with the prince and waved to her as she made her way to the table where the wine had been set out. The table had become the meeting place for several young elves of the female persuasion, who where occupying their time hating any other female that the prince happened to show any interest in. Ennairea's entrance into their midst caused a rash of dirty looks to be sent her way. But luckily for her dress they where to occupied hating Legolas's newest dance partner to worry too much about his old one. Besides the grapevine had informed them that they could barely speak two civil words to each other.
Ennairea smiled quietly to herself. She was far more worried what would happen to the other women if they tried anything with either herself or Taraween. She was almost positive that they would do more than spill a drink on her, but what Taraween was likely to do in retribution would be much worse and would probably stop the party dead in its tracks.
Ennairea watched as Taraween made her way over to the drink table with Legolas trailing behind her a few feet. An elf detached her self from the crowed at the drink table and made her way towards them. Ennairea debated weather or not to intercept the woman before she caused any trouble and decided against it hopefully the party would end sooner, so she sat back and watched it play out.
The woman was only a few feet away from Taraween by then, and Ennairea had to admit that she was very good at concealing her intentions. She reached Taraween and tripped nearly falling and spilling her drink on Taraween's dress. Taraween smiled and excepted the apologies and weak attempts to wipe the growing stain off the front of her dress.
Legolas looking scandalized asked if she would like to turn in for the night or at least change her dress.
"Why would I do that? It will come out and I've done worse to myself!"
Ennairea smiled knowing that she was putting on a front until she could get back at the other elf. Taraween raised an eyebrow as she walked toward Ennairea. After disentangling herself from Legolas she quietly asked Ennairea.
"Deliberate?'
"Definitely... though she's better at it than some." Ennairea whispered back.
"Good that means I won't be on any suspect list."
Ennairea smiled and gave a slight shake of the head. "What are you planning this time?"
Taraween gave an evil smile in return and answered with a cryptic, "you'll see."
Ennairea laughed and had to smother it as Legolas walked back toward them.
Legolas looked quizzically at Taraween noticing the laughing fit that had consumed Ennairea. Taraween just shrugged and looked conspiratorially at Ennairea. After several minutes Ennairea managed to control herself enough to accept the drink that Legolas held out to her.
"Are you all right now?" Legolas asked amused concern colouring his voice.
"Yes quite." Ennairea answered somewhat breathlessly.
Taraween rolled her eyes, smiling she said, "I heard that you would be going out tomorrow with the guard."
Ennairea took a deep calming breath before replying.
"Yes. My pride roped me into it."
Legolas getting rather tired of being left out of the conversation broke in. "From what I could tell it was you big mouth that got you into it."
Ennairea gave a disgusted sigh and walked away. Taraween smiled and rolled her eyes at the stupidly that men fell prey to so often.
Taraween laughed and patted Legolas's shoulder as a look of confusion spread across his face.
Taraween noticed the elf that had decided to use her dress as a standing towel walked out the door leading to the guest bedrooms. Taraween gave an evil smile making sure to hide it from Legolas; it wouldn't do to have him suspecting her.
Taraween took another drink of her wine and fanned herself.
"Legolas," she said lightly leaning against him. Careful not to overdue it incase he developed a sense of pity and decided to accompany her to make sure he was all right.
"Ohh. I'm sorry but its gotten terribly hot in hear I think that I have to step out for a moment." She turned and walked away before he could follow and made her way first to Ennairea saying.
"Take care of the prince for me for a few minutes, make sure he doesn't follow that sort of thing."
Ennairea gave a grim smile saying, "It had better be worth me talking to that twit."
"It will be, believe me." Taraween whispered as she breezed past.
Ennairea shook her head and walked back to Legolas.
Legolas raised an eyebrow asking with his eyes weather she had come back to kill him or something to that effect.
"Don't worry I don't feel like killing you, just yet. Actually I came to discuss business."
Legolas was instantly transformed from a joking courteous king's son into a serious commander.
"What do you want to know?"
"Just the basic run threw. What time? Shift changes? What to expect, that sort of thing."
Legolas's face twisted into a grim smile at her last sentence.
"We start at dawn" Ennairea interrupted with a sigh at this, Legolas lent her a sympathetic grin. "I know not my favorite either especially after these silly parties. Hopefully they'll die down now." Legolas stopped in what seemed to be mid sentence looking fearfully at Ennairea.
Ennairea smiled inwardly at the obvious discomfort that he felt at telling her about the arrangement that he and Taraween had come to, to protect themselves from their fathers. She schooled her features and pretended not to notice the pause.
Legolas continued covering his mistake fairly well. "Anyway, the troop starts out the gate at dawn. We go to a preplanned camp-place, where we meet with the other shift. They tell us any signs of activity, then we split into groups of three. Half of which do peremeter sweeps while the other half set up camp. The first group is relived at midnight the next at dawn, then we go home."
"I'm guessing that the groups of three contain a bow man a swordsman and someone to run back to camp to get reinforcements?" Previous anger at him forgotten while making plans for the fighting tomorrow.
Legolas nodded "By the way you wouldn't happen to be a bow man would you?"
"I can be whatever you need." Ennairea answered grimacing at the implications of that sentence.
Legolas smiled the double meaning of her last sentence lost on him. "Good we're missing one, he's injured."
Ennairea breathed a sigh of relief when he didn't notice the innuendo in her last sentence and quickly asked. "So what are we supposed to expect?"
Legolas looked pained the question. "More than you know." A shadow of pain passed across her face as he continued. "Apart from the degradation of our once green forest, we have huge spiders, wargs along with more goblins than I care to think about."
Ennairea watched as anger and frustrated panic set itself into the few lines of his face and making them deeper, causing new ones to appear.
Ennairea reached toward him about to pat his hand when a scream cut threw the party.
Ennairea and Legolas jumped to their feet and made their way toward the scream. Legolas stopping anyone trying to come with them, with a look.
They went down the corridor and found Taraween coming in the opposite direction.
Legolas ran to her and immediately asked, "Are you all right? What happened?"
Taraween shook her head saying. "One of the girls in the kitchen dropped a bucket of hot water on herself."
"Is she all right?" Legolas asked completely missing the fact that Taraween was supposed to be in an entirely differently area.
"She'll be well enough." Taraween answered. "Good." Legolas heaved a sigh of relief and walked back toward the party.
Ennairea hung back looking expectantly at Taraween. "Well what did you do to her." she asked when Legolas was far enough away.
Taraween gave an innocent smile and said. "I don't know what you mean."
"Drop the act I know you better than that." she said rolling her eyes.
"Fine just ruin all my fun!" Taraween said a mischievous smile lighting up her face.
"What I said about her dropping a bucket of hot water on herself is true. What I omitted was that I helped her drop it and that I put a herb in it that will turn her blue and if she's unfortunate enough to be allergic will make her itch for quite some time. Best of all none of this will take effect for about twelve hours."
Ennairea laughed "Remind me never to spill anything on you." she said jokingly as she started to walk back to the party.
"You coming back to the party?" Ennairea questioned over her shoulder.
"No. I'm going to go outside for a while. Maybe I'll see you tomorrow before you leave. If not goodbye."
Ennairea waved over her shoulder and continued on her way to the meeting hall.
She walked in noticing that the party had gone back to normal, and scanned the floor for Legolas. She found him talking to his father at the other end of the room. She went to get herself another drink hoping that by the time she got it Legolas would be finished talking to his father. Unfortunately this was not to be.
Ennairea downed her drink in one gulp offending the sensibilities of some of the maidens from the hating any female other than themselves that talks to Legolas for more that two seconds committee. Ennairea couldn't care less what they thought as she went toward the elf she hated more than wargs and thought about as well of.
Ennairea walked up to Legolas ignoring the look of disdain tossed her way by Thranduil and said,
"Prince, I came to say goodnight, if I am to get up at dawn the I think I should go to bed now." Ennairea said purposely-ignoring Thranduil.
Legolas thankful for the excuse to end a conversation that was steadily turning toward Legolas's marriage prospects said.
"I think it would be best if I turned in to. Father." He said nodding to Thranduil. "Ennairea, if you would allow me to escort you to your room?"
Ennairea nodded tightly taking his proffered arm, they walked back toward the door.
Once in the corridor she dropped her hand to her side shaking with rage.
"Are you okay?" the true concern in his voice breaking through the red mist that was clouding her eyes.
"NO. That son-of-a-warg bitch. That arrogant grrrr ARRRGGG." She screamed throwing her hands into the air.
"I'm guessing this is about my father." Legolas asked calmly
"No this is about the waiter. Who else? That utinu en lokirim*. The ritht* he throws me out of my home then looks down on me like I'm some kind of bug stuck to his shoe." Ennairea rants as Legolas gently leads her to her room.
Legolas to his own fascination was beginning to agree with her.
Ennairea stopped her rant when they reached her door. Leaning against the cool wood and tracing the dragon carved there calmed her. Turning around she leaned her back against the door and looked ashamedly at Legolas.
"Sorry. I didn't mean to say that in front of you."
Legolas just smiled sympathetically, placing a hand on her shoulder. "It's okay, you have every right to be mad. Goodnight." he said turning and walking away.
Ennairea took another deep breath and walked into her room.
Outside Taraween stood on a tree branch, eyes closed, back against the trunk, swaying in the breeze. It was peaceful the silence enfolded her the night surrounding her, wind brushing strand of soft hair against her face.
Taraween sighed deeply letting the night air penetrate her. She softly opened her eyes, staring up at the stars she drank in the sight. Then arranging herself on the branch she continued to watch the stars drifting into sleep. As the mists of sleep rolled in obscuring her vision and hearing a plaintive horn sounded faintly in the night, not loud enough to wake but enough to disturb her dreams with the hopeless sadness and loss in it's cry.
@@@@@@@@@@@@@@ *son of snakes *jerk (I was going for something stronger but couldn't find it.) An I'm stopping here until I get at least 3 reviews Flames or otherwise