Ok then, I should really get my homework done, but I am having fun! I like haveing fun, don't you? Oh, and I still don't own Legolas or anything else from Middle Earth, just my messed up head.

Lasgalen at Last

He walked for nearly an hour before stopping. His side had bled a little bit but only enough to stain his clothes, nothing that would do any damage. Her side was still bleeding slightly, but her shoulder however, was a different case. The bleeding had slowed, yet the blood was still oozing out steadily, and that worried him. He was afraid that she might bleed to death. He tilted her chin to the side and took her pulse. It was slow, and weak, but it was still there. He let out a sigh of relief, but didn't know why he did.

He fought in his mind, over why he had brought her with him instead of leaving her in the forest, most likely to die. After all, she had tried to kill him. Yeah, but YOU shot at her first! A small voice piped up inside of his head. He shook his head to clear his thoughts, deciding that he didn't really have time to be doing deep in thought battles at the moment.

He was close to Lasgalen now; he could feel it, more so than by looking at his surroundings. Perhaps it was that he could feel the border patrols watching, but whatever the case, he was right: he was close. Within fifteen minutes of walking since his stop, elves had surrounded him, having dropped from their stations in the trees, and were greeting him instantly.

They stared most curiously at the elf that he held cradled in his arms. He glanced up at his friend, Aradir and nodded briefly. "She is hurt, she needs help." Aradir nodded back, seeing that his friend was tired, however strange that is for an elf, and gently took her from his arms.

"I will take her back if you wish. Was she attacked…?" he trailed off as he as he saw Legolas' eyes flicker at the question. He leaned in closer towards him and whispered. "Did you attack her?" His eyes wandered down to where his shirt was torn and the blood had seeped through. "Or…" his eyes narrowed questioningly, "did she attack you?"

Legolas stared at him, sending him a message with his eyes. The other elves looked on curiously. "Not now." He said finally. "I will speak of it when we reach the palace. I must see my father." Aradir nodded in agreement, then set off down the path. The remaining elves where already high in the trees, soundlessly climbing back to their posts, and to any unsuspecting traveler, were completely inexistent.

Legolas and Aradir walked briskly; for fear that Eriathwen might perish on their journey home. They were very close now, and Legolas wanted to get back very much so, but still, he dreaded it. How am I ever to explain this one to my father? As if reading his thoughts, Aradir spoke.

"Don't worry, I am sure he will understand, err, eventually." Without even having to look at him, he had known exactly what his long time friend had been thinking. The woman in his arms made no sound, and neither did they, as they continued walking.

Eriathwen carefully moved into a more comfortable position, and laid there for a second or two before realizing that she was not in the forest anymore, at least not any forest that she knew. She was slightly confused at the situation, not really knowing where she was or how she got there, but she figured that the best way to get some answers would be to start by opening her eyes, so she did.

The first thing she saw was her long eyelashes as she slowly drew open her eyes. Then she saw a high white ceiling that arched slightly. She could hear a bird, but it seemed muffled. She turned her head to face tall floor length windows that were currently shut, along with a delicate glass door, where the song of the bird had escaped into the room along with the sun's morning light that shone through the whole room. It had been a long time since she had been inside a building, and an even longer time since she had slept in a bed. Curious, she began to sit up, but a familiar voice stopped her.

"Careful, you don't want to open up that shoulder wound." It said she looked up at where the elf she had fought with was sitting. In her curiosity she had not noticed him or her shoulder, but now all curiosity fled her mind, except that for the elf. Besides, her shoulder was suddenly paining her now that she remembered that she was injured. She brought her right hand up and felt the damage done. Stupid elf! Just had to remind me that I had a huge gash in my shoulder, didn't he?

She drew her shirt, which she noted wasn't the one she had been wearing before, away from her shoulder and touched the still tender wound that had begun to bleed again slightly. She recoiled from the stinging pain of touching it.

"What did I tell you? Now you are bleeding again." Deciding to ignore him, she brought her hand up again, more carefully this time, and tried to examine her shoulder, but the awkward position of it made it difficult for her to get a good look at it, at least not with out a mirror. She decided that perhaps she could ask the elf sitting next to her for one, even though the last thing she wanted to do was to speak to him, but finally realizing that her want to know the condition of her shoulder was greater than that of the loathing she had for him, so she finally asked.

"Excuse me, sir?" she began as if she were talking to a disobedient child.

"My name is Legolas, Prince Legolas if you please."

"Right, yes well Prince Legolas," she continued with a tone that clearly stated she didn't care who he was, "would you be so kind as to fetch me a mirror?" He glared down at her before finally standing and getting her a mirror. She thanked him in the same tone and snatched the mirror from his hand like a serpent biting his prey. The attitude she was sporting certainly made her seem like a serpent, or at least as mean hearted and evil as one.

Once she had the mirror, she began gently touching her shoulder, trying to figure out how deep it was, and how much of the blood had freshly come out. Once she determined that it was a small cut but still dangerously deep, she handed him back the mirror and began to get out of her bed.

"What are you doing?" he questioned menacingly. She had intended on ignoring him completely, being as how he had almost killed her, but his tone quickly changed her mind. After all, as a prince, he had power, and so did his father, since she assumed that he would be the king. And besides, even if he had tried to kill her, she didn't just float, unconscious, into the bed she was laying on. He had to have taken her here and gotten her help, therefore saving her life. So she supposed she shouldn't ignore him. No, instead she would have to 'hold a conversation' with him in all likely hood, which was the last thing that she really wanted to do.

"I am getting out of bed," she answered. It was all she could do to keep herself from saying 'what does it look like I am doing?' In stead she added, "Is that a problem?" with all the sweetness she could muster. Of course we all know that too much sugar in one bite can be too sweet, and this case was no different. He eyed her cautiously; aware of the apparent 'effort' she had put into those last words, but shook his head no nevertheless.

"Well good, because I would have gotten up regardless of what you had said. I most dearly hate being indoors. I find it simply dreadful." She smiled at him and stood up. She was a bit light headed, but other than that, she felt fine.

"Well," he began, mocking her, "that's too bad, because you aren't allowed to leave the room." He smiled back with a superior look on his smug face. She bit back her tongue, deciding that starting another fight, weapons or no, would not be the best way to get out of the room. No, I will need be much more clever. She sank back down onto the bed.

"I think I need to sit back down." She said. She wasn't allowed to leave the room? Her head was spinning, but rather than bite his head off, she decided to come up with a different tactic as to how to get out. "And why, may I ask, am I not allowed to leave? Am I your prisoner or something?"

"Well until you tell me who you are, what you are doing here, and why you tried so very hard to kill me, not to mention until your shoulder heals properly, yes, you are my prisoner." He gave her that smug superior smile again, which she was quickly beginning to hate. Ok, apparently I am going to have to work with this for the moment, but I will manage, somehow. So much for no contact.

"Ok, but first, please tell me at least where it is that I am being held, err, prisoner.

He eyed her once again. "You are in a bedroom..."

"I know I am in a bedroom! I need to know where that room is located!" she snapped, finally losing all of her patience. He stepped back and folded his arms with a deep frown on his face. Amazing, even with a frown he is still handsome…hmm I guess I am going to have to lose the attitude. "I am sorry." She forced the words out like poison. "Can you please tell me where I am, like what village?" she began again, with more unnecessary kindness dripping in her every word.

"Certainly, you are in Lasgalen of Mirkwood." His face softened slightly. He was clearly having fun giving her a hard time.

Lasgalen! Finally I have reached it, not the way I had in mind, note that but hey, I am here, now how do I get out of this place? "Thank you." She answered, almost kindly

"Now I believe you owe me some answers." She stared up at him. She really didn't want to do this; forced to tell an elf who she was? Inconceivable! Not her! "Speak!" he commanded. Ok maybe it wasn't that inconceivable, maybe it was her.

"My name is Eriathwen."

"Eriathwen?" he tested the name.

"Who were your parents?"

"I don't know."

"You don't know?" he questioned.

"Honestly!" This was the truth. She never really had parents; they had disappeared when she was young. There was a woman who had abusively raised her, but she wasn't really a mother. Besides, she had run away from when she was only seven. "I have no family, I speak the truth."

"Very well, Eriathwen, where do you hail from? And don't tell me you have no home."

'Shall I lie then? For in truth, I haven't any home either. Mostly because I choose not to."

"Ok then, so why are you here? There must be a reason." He glared at her, obviously not happy with the answers he was getting.

"I don't know why…" she was going to end with that but the look on his face said that there better be more to it than that. "I move around, a lot, and I have never been here, so I decided, 'why not go see the elves in Mirkwood. I was having trouble finding the place, so I must thank you for that, I don't think I ever would have found it in the, um, condition I last remember being in." She said referring to what had happened when they had met in the woods.

Legolas opened his mouth in surprise. He hadn't known what to expect as her answer, but it certainly wasn't that. "Yes, well you are welcome. But that leads me to my next question…"

"Why I tried to kill you? Excuse me, but you shot at me first!"

"With no intention of killing you!" he interrupted.

"With no intentions of killing me? That is crazy. How can you shoot someone with an arrow but not have intentions of harming them?"

"I never said harming. I said killing. I had no intentions of killing you." He said hotly.

"Well why did you even shoot in the first place? And how can you have shot me and not hurt me badly? You didn't know if would have killed me or not!" Her head began to ache as she yelled at him. Their voices could be heard carrying on down the hall and the elves standing guard outside of the door were getting alarmed.

"That is not your concern! You probably don't even know how to shoot a bow anyways, let alone hit a target!"

Eriathwen grew so angry; she felt her head would burst. But before she could leap forward and strangle the prince that she grown to hate with a passion like never before, he stood and left the room, leaving her alone with an aching head, and a boatload of anger and frustration. She flipped down on her stomach and screamed into her pillow as long as she could. When she felt that all the anger, not to mention air, had left her body, she felt her body sink back into nothingness.