The Mystery of Love
~~Anwarünya- You reviewed my work (and I disposed of your defamatory evaluation) and I would like you to get a dictionary yourself. Err is a word, it means to make a mistake. I believe that marks you as the illiterate, ignorant dolt. (You can look those words up too.) Also, slander is to insult someone's name or reputation, (once again you need to get a dictionary.) Reyna was the only one who used bastard in a jargon manner. Bastard (when used in reference to Legolas) is not crude and is actually a refined term thank you very much. Reyna is not elf so she can say anything she wishes. Legolas has been raised believing what information Lorei enlightens him with (because he looks up to his 'big brother' and his father does not know why Legolas will not assume the throne). Also, I can make marriage a requirement to be crowned if I desire. It is a fan fiction and what if matrimony was just an expected but unwritten requirement? I do not wish to sound like a rihta but you have angered me with your slander. And incase you didn't know, rihta is not English so you will need an Elvish Dictionary for that one. Anyway, next time get a dictionary yourself before you try and correct me. Thank you and by the way did you catch the part about the dictionary? Or do I need to look that up for you too?
A/N: I apologize but I am not going to take those insults and she left no e- mail. I hope no one was offended. Please accept my apology for such language and barbaric speech. I tried not to stoop as low as (s) he did. Anyway, on with the fic.
Chapter Five
Qualme (Painful death)
~~POV-PRINCE LOREI~~
I smirked, "Well, melwa wende. {Well, lovely maiden.} I see I am not very welcome."
She bared her teeth savagely; "Back away! Lumna Hanu {burdensome male}, I wish not for your company! Mankoi naa lle?" {Why are you here?}
I growled lightly at her, "Why is a Prince not invited into the bed of trash like you?"
She threw her hair back and called her emerald dagger. She glared coldly at me, "You stole something from me that I will never be able to reclaim but I believe your blood may ease the debt upon your soul."
I shot an arrow swiftly at her. She dodged it easily and sneered. I roared, "Die you insolent woman!"
She smiled and lunged at me, her dagger drawn up to her cheek and level with my shoulder. She brought it quickly down and forward, piercing my right shoulder and disabling my ability to shoot any more arrows. She laughed, "I regret to say, dear Hir, that I am going to be forced to kill you. No one will object to my extermination once I show them the undergarments that are soiled with your criminal action!"
She let out a feral roar that echoed off the walls of the room. The blue medallion around her neck glistened and she was engulfed in a blue aura. Her towel vanished and was replaced with a warrior's clothing. She wore a tight royal blue shirt that had long sleeves. Brown armor with gold outlining covered her chest and waist. Royal blue leggings and brown leather, knee high boots covered her feet. Over the leggings was a brown skirt with gold lining and slits up to her hips. She was armed with the same dagger but the mysterious air around her burned with rage.
I my senses sent out repeated warnings of danger but I heeded them not. I lunged at her, blind with rage. She leaped up and onto the balcony behind me. I turned and ran at her as I drew my deadly elven blade. She swung her torso back to dodge the thrust I made and she leaped off the balcony to the leaf-covered ground below. I jumped down to meet her, enraged more so with every monotonous thrust that missed.
She snarled and lunged at me; "Hir Lorei of Mirkwood, surrender now and face only imprisonment for crimes against one of the Mother. If you do not surrender now, I will be forced to slay you in front of your own men." I looked around to see men pouring out of the surrounding halls and manors. They all gathered in a circle, rooting on the foul woman in front of me.
I jabbed at her, "I will give up when you lie cold at my feet!"
She shook her head regretfully, "I am sorry it has come to this Hir. You shall not be mourned come Yavieba {fall equinox}, that I will see to myself."
I glared coldly at her through my evergreen eyes, "Híril, the entire elven race will mourn my passing many years from now but none will more your abrupt death which is moments away!"
I charged and pierced her chest, near her right shoulder. She screamed in rage, not pain as was expected. She glared at me, "You just ruined my lovely fighting armor!" She ran her sword clean through my torso. I felt her pull it out and I opened my mouth wide it agony. I ran my sword quickly into her shoulder before I succumbed to the pain. My eyelids started to close and I felt a piercing pain in my back. I turned weakly to see Legolas with his bow drawn. He shot another arrow straight at my face. All went black.
~~POV CHANGE-LEGOLAS GREENLEAF~~
I watch horrified as the lady slumped to the ground weakly. I ran to her and rested her head in my lap. Aragorn and Gandalf ran up. I looked up at them, "One of you, ride hard to Rivendell and call for Elrond. Tell him that a Princess was wounded and Arwen is trying her hardest to keep her stable. The other, go fetch Arwen to she may do so. I will carry the wende to her chambers. Hurry!"
Aragorn smiled, "Yes, Prince Legolas." My face paled. Since Lorei was dead, I was the heir to the throne of Mirkwood.
Loraine came up, with Arwen in tail. She smiled, "Prince Legolas, let me assist you as Princess Arwen gathers the necessities for healing."
I nodded and stood, carrying the light beauty in my arms. A few elves looked at Lorei's body in disgust while other made mocking remarks about her looks. I growled softly, "If I hear another rude comment about the princess I will have the accused used as my newest targets to test my archery." They all were silenced, knowing I have been the best archer in all of Middle Earth for many thousands of years.
Reyna opened her eyes and struggled to get out of my arms, "I don't need to be carried! Why are you being so caring?" I looked into her brown eyes that had hints of tempestuous gray in them.
I felt heat rush to my cheeks but I knew not why. I looked at her, "Híril...please do not fight me. You need urgent care."
She squirmed out of my arms and fell to the ground gracelessly. I leaned over to pick her up again and her eyes caught sight of something. She gasped.
~~END~~
Well, was it good? I hope you all liked it. Sorry it was short but enjoy! Not much elvish either but oh well. Please R&R.
~~Anwarünya- You reviewed my work (and I disposed of your defamatory evaluation) and I would like you to get a dictionary yourself. Err is a word, it means to make a mistake. I believe that marks you as the illiterate, ignorant dolt. (You can look those words up too.) Also, slander is to insult someone's name or reputation, (once again you need to get a dictionary.) Reyna was the only one who used bastard in a jargon manner. Bastard (when used in reference to Legolas) is not crude and is actually a refined term thank you very much. Reyna is not elf so she can say anything she wishes. Legolas has been raised believing what information Lorei enlightens him with (because he looks up to his 'big brother' and his father does not know why Legolas will not assume the throne). Also, I can make marriage a requirement to be crowned if I desire. It is a fan fiction and what if matrimony was just an expected but unwritten requirement? I do not wish to sound like a rihta but you have angered me with your slander. And incase you didn't know, rihta is not English so you will need an Elvish Dictionary for that one. Anyway, next time get a dictionary yourself before you try and correct me. Thank you and by the way did you catch the part about the dictionary? Or do I need to look that up for you too?
A/N: I apologize but I am not going to take those insults and she left no e- mail. I hope no one was offended. Please accept my apology for such language and barbaric speech. I tried not to stoop as low as (s) he did. Anyway, on with the fic.
Chapter Five
Qualme (Painful death)
~~POV-PRINCE LOREI~~
I smirked, "Well, melwa wende. {Well, lovely maiden.} I see I am not very welcome."
She bared her teeth savagely; "Back away! Lumna Hanu {burdensome male}, I wish not for your company! Mankoi naa lle?" {Why are you here?}
I growled lightly at her, "Why is a Prince not invited into the bed of trash like you?"
She threw her hair back and called her emerald dagger. She glared coldly at me, "You stole something from me that I will never be able to reclaim but I believe your blood may ease the debt upon your soul."
I shot an arrow swiftly at her. She dodged it easily and sneered. I roared, "Die you insolent woman!"
She smiled and lunged at me, her dagger drawn up to her cheek and level with my shoulder. She brought it quickly down and forward, piercing my right shoulder and disabling my ability to shoot any more arrows. She laughed, "I regret to say, dear Hir, that I am going to be forced to kill you. No one will object to my extermination once I show them the undergarments that are soiled with your criminal action!"
She let out a feral roar that echoed off the walls of the room. The blue medallion around her neck glistened and she was engulfed in a blue aura. Her towel vanished and was replaced with a warrior's clothing. She wore a tight royal blue shirt that had long sleeves. Brown armor with gold outlining covered her chest and waist. Royal blue leggings and brown leather, knee high boots covered her feet. Over the leggings was a brown skirt with gold lining and slits up to her hips. She was armed with the same dagger but the mysterious air around her burned with rage.
I my senses sent out repeated warnings of danger but I heeded them not. I lunged at her, blind with rage. She leaped up and onto the balcony behind me. I turned and ran at her as I drew my deadly elven blade. She swung her torso back to dodge the thrust I made and she leaped off the balcony to the leaf-covered ground below. I jumped down to meet her, enraged more so with every monotonous thrust that missed.
She snarled and lunged at me; "Hir Lorei of Mirkwood, surrender now and face only imprisonment for crimes against one of the Mother. If you do not surrender now, I will be forced to slay you in front of your own men." I looked around to see men pouring out of the surrounding halls and manors. They all gathered in a circle, rooting on the foul woman in front of me.
I jabbed at her, "I will give up when you lie cold at my feet!"
She shook her head regretfully, "I am sorry it has come to this Hir. You shall not be mourned come Yavieba {fall equinox}, that I will see to myself."
I glared coldly at her through my evergreen eyes, "Híril, the entire elven race will mourn my passing many years from now but none will more your abrupt death which is moments away!"
I charged and pierced her chest, near her right shoulder. She screamed in rage, not pain as was expected. She glared at me, "You just ruined my lovely fighting armor!" She ran her sword clean through my torso. I felt her pull it out and I opened my mouth wide it agony. I ran my sword quickly into her shoulder before I succumbed to the pain. My eyelids started to close and I felt a piercing pain in my back. I turned weakly to see Legolas with his bow drawn. He shot another arrow straight at my face. All went black.
~~POV CHANGE-LEGOLAS GREENLEAF~~
I watch horrified as the lady slumped to the ground weakly. I ran to her and rested her head in my lap. Aragorn and Gandalf ran up. I looked up at them, "One of you, ride hard to Rivendell and call for Elrond. Tell him that a Princess was wounded and Arwen is trying her hardest to keep her stable. The other, go fetch Arwen to she may do so. I will carry the wende to her chambers. Hurry!"
Aragorn smiled, "Yes, Prince Legolas." My face paled. Since Lorei was dead, I was the heir to the throne of Mirkwood.
Loraine came up, with Arwen in tail. She smiled, "Prince Legolas, let me assist you as Princess Arwen gathers the necessities for healing."
I nodded and stood, carrying the light beauty in my arms. A few elves looked at Lorei's body in disgust while other made mocking remarks about her looks. I growled softly, "If I hear another rude comment about the princess I will have the accused used as my newest targets to test my archery." They all were silenced, knowing I have been the best archer in all of Middle Earth for many thousands of years.
Reyna opened her eyes and struggled to get out of my arms, "I don't need to be carried! Why are you being so caring?" I looked into her brown eyes that had hints of tempestuous gray in them.
I felt heat rush to my cheeks but I knew not why. I looked at her, "Híril...please do not fight me. You need urgent care."
She squirmed out of my arms and fell to the ground gracelessly. I leaned over to pick her up again and her eyes caught sight of something. She gasped.
~~END~~
Well, was it good? I hope you all liked it. Sorry it was short but enjoy! Not much elvish either but oh well. Please R&R.