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Chapter Two: The Sitting Duck
Legolas stared moodily at the frothy top bit of his beer in the mug as he sat down at a table far away from the rest of the customers. Especially the females. He was nowhere near in the mood to put up with their constant eying him and flirting with him. Which was why he had pulled up the hood of his cloak as he entered the building, as to elude any awkward questions.
Here, with all the joyous noise and laughter, he felt better. He could only stand the gloom of the Citadel for so long. In fact, he was quite surprised that it was he who left it first, instead of the dwarf. The more Legolas thought about this interesting concept as he sipped at his ale, the more he thought it was definitely the most curious thing.
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Kendall wondered around , hopelessly lost in the maze of a city that was Minis Tirith. Part of the reason was because she was constantly looking around in awe. It seemed to her that amid all of the cheerful talk between friends and neighbors in the streets and windows, there was a hint of sadness still lingering.
Now, Kendall was usually one who kept to her business unless it had something to do with her that would effect her greatly. But as she realized that the whole city was wearing black, she could not help but to ask an aged woman passing by what had happened.
"Haven't you heard, missy?" The old lady said in a scratchy voice, and Kendall shook her head. "The King Elessar has recently passed away to the halls of his fathers." she explained, and walked off with out another word.
Kendall stared after the lady for a moment, absorbing this new information. So she had been wrong in thinking that she had come at the end of the Third age. She was somewhere in the Fourth age, if the King had just recently died.
She wanted more then anything to go and see the fabled Citadel and it's King and Queen that she had read so much about, but as her mum had always taught her, needs came before wants, and she desperately needed some food, new clothing (she was still in her pajamas that she had been in when she was on the computer),and some lodgings.
Oh, and some money might help too.
But first she would have to find The Sitting Duck and get some food into her grumbling stomach before anything else took place.
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Legolas downed the dregs of his second ale and allowed his mug to drop back onto the table with a thud. No, he wasn't drunk. It took many mugs of human-made ale to make an Elf a little bit tipsy. Legolas only had two.
No, the poor Elf was miserable. Why? Well, not only did his best friend pass on, but his best friend, that he had known since the Man was a considerable young age (like five), who had been there for him through thick and thin, and always saved his hide when he got in trouble had passed on.
But that was not the only reason that the Elf's mood had changed from sad to completely miserable was he had allowed his thoughts to travel back to where he was before he was residing in the city.
Legolas and Gimli had passed by Dol Amroth. A bad choice, and only now did Legolas regret it. But Gimli had wished to see it, and had wanted Legolas to accompany him. It would have been a wonderful and very memorable trip if it hadn't been for the longing he had so long been able to ignore finally be re-awoken. His longing for the sea.
He, of course, did not tell Gimli, since the dwarf did not like to talk of such things, especially since Galadriel had left these shores. Legolas grinned softly at this. Try as he might, Gimli could not hide the fact from his old friend: He did have a crush on the Lady of Light.
Fortunately for the Elf, he was quickly pulled out of his reverie by the door being slammed shut by a gust of wind. His head snapped up and he looked over to see a young girl with long, dark brown hair, wearing very strange clothing, with a look of nervousness on her face. She took one look around the tavern, her eyes not even stopping to look at him (thanks to the cloak), before sighing and starting to leave.
Her hand was back on the door handle when she felt someone tap her on the shoulder. She turned around to see a tall, thin, cloaked figure standing in front of her.
"Yes?" she asked nervously, unsure of what the person wanted.
"You seem lost." replied a light voice from under the hood. "Perhaps I could help and point you in the right direction."
The girl nodded slowly. "I was just looking for the Sitting Duck. Some of the guards recommended it for me"she said. "The only problem is I am in a strange place, with no money, lodgings, or clean clothing." she added.
The cloaked person nodded. "You are at the right place." he said smoothly. "As for the money part, I can buy you a drink and some food, if you like."
"Oh, yes." said the girl carefully, making sure to use her manners.
"And for lodgings and clothing, I am sure you can find some if you come where I am staying."
"Oh, that's wonderful!" she cried, clapping her hands together. "Thank you so much! I'm Kendall, by the way." she said, sticking her hand out.
The cloaked figure pulled back his hood, revealing the blonde head of hair and a well shaped and handsome face. "I am Legolas." he replied, grasping the girls' hand in his and shaking it gently. "Please come and join me at my table." He said with a wave of his hand, and he lead Kendall to a table far away from all of the other noisy people.
As the Man and the girl sat down at the table, Kendall noticed that there was something strange about him. After she gave it a moments thought, she decided that it was the ears, and that the reason they were strange to her was because they were pointed.
"You're an Elf!" she managed to gasp, and Legolas quickly brought a finger to his lips to silence her before brining his hood back over his face and looking around worriedly. Kendall smiled at this, and made a mental note not to say anything on the subject of his race out in public.
"Yes, I am." Legolas replied in hushed tones after a moment of looking around. He waved a waitress over to the table and ordered some food and drink before finally turning to Kendall and smiling. "So, how did you arrive at Minis Tirith?"
A/N: I know, I know, I know....somewhat of a cliffy, so sue me. Not to mention it's four fifty one am and I have not slept yet. My ear itches, im hungry, tired, and have Maroon 5 stuck in my head.... Anyway. Thanks to all of you who reviewed! I love it when I check my mail and I got reviews. It makes me feel that at least some people appreciate my work. I know that this is starting to look like a Mary Sue, but I assure you, it won't be. Or, I should say, I'll try not to let it be that way. But im tired, and my jammed wrist from skateboarding earlier today hurts, along with the toe I think I broke on my way though the kitchen, and I hafta go to bed anyway before my sisters wake up to watch t.v. They get up at like five or so in the morning, and I sleep til ten. :D So, my dear readers, I shall depart for the Land of Dreams, and you shall click on the lovely purple button down there and leave your review!
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