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I had rounded the corner and ran straight into a woman who wore a long, silky gown and had a few braids done into her long, chocolate brown hair. She had a light tan on her porcelain-like skin, and what was more, was that she was on the ground, having fallen over from the collision, but Gimli seemed to be perfectly happy, laughing brashly behind me. I stood and helped the female elf up, looking apologetically to her.
"I'm sorry, miss. I didn't mean to run anyone down." I said, my nerves on fire again from nervousness. Great, whom had I almost run over?
The woman gave me a soft smile, but then again I noticed that the woman had noticed my attire, and looked slightly confused. I looked down at myself and smiled, trying to forget what had just happened. 'Well, of course.' I thought, looking to the woman yet again.
"Well, I'm a guest here. Kind of, anyway . . . where I come from, woman wear leggings all the time."
"I see. It is strange to see a female in males clothing, I must say. I am Arwen Undomiel. Elven Daughter of Lord Elrond, who is head of this Household."
"I'm Jessica." I said, introducing myself as well, and feeling silly for not saying it sooner, even if I was feeling like she'd stepped on my foot. Wonderful. I'd run Elronds daughter over. Splendid . . . No, really, it was all I needed right about now.
Right.
The way she'd addressed herself was also kind of impressive to me. I mean, who goe's around addressing themselves like that anymore? Apparently, they still did so here.
"How is it so strange to see a female in males clothes?"
Arwen shook her head and merely smiled. "It's just something that I, personally, am simply not used to." Arwen stated mildly, and the suddenly motioned onwards. "Would you like to accompany me on a walk, alone?" I noticed the sideways glimpse that Gimli got, and shook my head.
"Well, no, I'm sorry, but I would rather like to stay here instead, with Gimli, since I had already had been speaking with him, it would be rude to abandon him in the hallway, I hope you understand, and don't mind." I replied, smiling apologetically to her. She nodded and smiled.
"Of course"
With that, she made her way off, and with another quick, polite smile, I, too, walked ahead. Gimli followed behind me, and spoke in a harsh whisper, or growl, about how unfair the Elves were to the Dwarves.
I looked to him, curious. "Why do you two quarrel? Unless they view dwarves as evil or have reason to dislike you, I don't see why they should. Although I can tell you like to argue." I said, grinning. The look on his face was unreal, a look of genuine surprise. And it made me smile even harder, laughing inwardly at the look that I had gotten. He was fun, and easy to tease.
"And now just what is so funny?" Gimli demanded, looking curious and annoyed at the same time, then he laughed brashly and nodded. "Aye, lass, I can see your trick! You would want to know what happened before to have the Elves dislike us so. It won't work, because I can't tell you. But yes, we Dwarves do indeed love to argue." He admitted, with what sounded like a great love for the past time. "It is a grand way of wasting time in the caverns of which we live while we are bored and working. My cousin Balin is grand at it, and could make an argument of almost anything, when he Feels in the right mood to do it. And it is indeed true; we Dwarves do not like the Elves much. Though I was sent here as messenger anyway." He growled begrudgingly.
"Why is it that there are so many different people all reporting here?" I asked, unable to bottle my curiosity.
"I'm not sure. It has been that way for some past years. Though why they sent me this time, is beyond my understanding."
Sometime after that, we continued to talk still, but eventually I left Gimli to spend some time alone by himself.
And so, sometime that day, only an hour before dinner, I was out in the garden, looking up at the sky as I lay in the slightly damp grass. I was sitting up with my lower arms supporting my upper body, while the rest of me lay on the comfortable and damp, ground; my eyes glimmering in the light that was still in the sky . . .
'Why am I here?' I wondered, finding no assurance in the deep blue sky that darkened with the passing of the sun. How do I belong here at all, and if I don't, why am I here? What purpose could it serve?
The stars winked merrily at me, glinting and shining off of the stream that went by down below. I lay back down on the grass as the stars began to be seen even better, relaxing.
I jumped when a hand landed upon my shoulder, along with a little yelp. I turned angrily, ready to wreak havoc on who-so-ever had the nerve to startle me like that, but when I saw a startled and surprised Legolas staring at me, it just plain old didn't help my mood, as it flared to life.
Legolas was still wincing from my yelp. Good. "Jessica, don't scream so loudly, please, I only wanted to tell you that Dinner is almost ready. Will you come?"
I had a mind to hurt Legolas. He startles me, and then he tells me not to be startled? Not to yelp? Right after he appears from out of nowhere, I might add? I was pretty sure he would have felt the exact same way, had it been him. But then again, he was male. Elf or not, males almost always managed to be stupid about things like that. If it wasn't them, they didn't care.
Or maybe I was being too harsh.
Or maybe I was just being that grouchy.
I got up and walked in the general direction of Lord Elronds house, feeling a bit bad about what I'd thought about him . . .
But still wanting to knock him over the head a few times with his bow.
I sighed. Yeah, if only . . .
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I had rounded the corner and ran straight into a woman who wore a long, silky gown and had a few braids done into her long, chocolate brown hair. She had a light tan on her porcelain-like skin, and what was more, was that she was on the ground, having fallen over from the collision, but Gimli seemed to be perfectly happy, laughing brashly behind me. I stood and helped the female elf up, looking apologetically to her.
"I'm sorry, miss. I didn't mean to run anyone down." I said, my nerves on fire again from nervousness. Great, whom had I almost run over?
The woman gave me a soft smile, but then again I noticed that the woman had noticed my attire, and looked slightly confused. I looked down at myself and smiled, trying to forget what had just happened. 'Well, of course.' I thought, looking to the woman yet again.
"Well, I'm a guest here. Kind of, anyway . . . where I come from, woman wear leggings all the time."
"I see. It is strange to see a female in males clothing, I must say. I am Arwen Undomiel. Elven Daughter of Lord Elrond, who is head of this Household."
"I'm Jessica." I said, introducing myself as well, and feeling silly for not saying it sooner, even if I was feeling like she'd stepped on my foot. Wonderful. I'd run Elronds daughter over. Splendid . . . No, really, it was all I needed right about now.
Right.
The way she'd addressed herself was also kind of impressive to me. I mean, who goe's around addressing themselves like that anymore? Apparently, they still did so here.
"How is it so strange to see a female in males clothes?"
Arwen shook her head and merely smiled. "It's just something that I, personally, am simply not used to." Arwen stated mildly, and the suddenly motioned onwards. "Would you like to accompany me on a walk, alone?" I noticed the sideways glimpse that Gimli got, and shook my head.
"Well, no, I'm sorry, but I would rather like to stay here instead, with Gimli, since I had already had been speaking with him, it would be rude to abandon him in the hallway, I hope you understand, and don't mind." I replied, smiling apologetically to her. She nodded and smiled.
"Of course"
With that, she made her way off, and with another quick, polite smile, I, too, walked ahead. Gimli followed behind me, and spoke in a harsh whisper, or growl, about how unfair the Elves were to the Dwarves.
I looked to him, curious. "Why do you two quarrel? Unless they view dwarves as evil or have reason to dislike you, I don't see why they should. Although I can tell you like to argue." I said, grinning. The look on his face was unreal, a look of genuine surprise. And it made me smile even harder, laughing inwardly at the look that I had gotten. He was fun, and easy to tease.
"And now just what is so funny?" Gimli demanded, looking curious and annoyed at the same time, then he laughed brashly and nodded. "Aye, lass, I can see your trick! You would want to know what happened before to have the Elves dislike us so. It won't work, because I can't tell you. But yes, we Dwarves do indeed love to argue." He admitted, with what sounded like a great love for the past time. "It is a grand way of wasting time in the caverns of which we live while we are bored and working. My cousin Balin is grand at it, and could make an argument of almost anything, when he Feels in the right mood to do it. And it is indeed true; we Dwarves do not like the Elves much. Though I was sent here as messenger anyway." He growled begrudgingly.
"Why is it that there are so many different people all reporting here?" I asked, unable to bottle my curiosity.
"I'm not sure. It has been that way for some past years. Though why they sent me this time, is beyond my understanding."
Sometime after that, we continued to talk still, but eventually I left Gimli to spend some time alone by himself.
And so, sometime that day, only an hour before dinner, I was out in the garden, looking up at the sky as I lay in the slightly damp grass. I was sitting up with my lower arms supporting my upper body, while the rest of me lay on the comfortable and damp, ground; my eyes glimmering in the light that was still in the sky . . .
'Why am I here?' I wondered, finding no assurance in the deep blue sky that darkened with the passing of the sun. How do I belong here at all, and if I don't, why am I here? What purpose could it serve?
The stars winked merrily at me, glinting and shining off of the stream that went by down below. I lay back down on the grass as the stars began to be seen even better, relaxing.
I jumped when a hand landed upon my shoulder, along with a little yelp. I turned angrily, ready to wreak havoc on who-so-ever had the nerve to startle me like that, but when I saw a startled and surprised Legolas staring at me, it just plain old didn't help my mood, as it flared to life.
Legolas was still wincing from my yelp. Good. "Jessica, don't scream so loudly, please, I only wanted to tell you that Dinner is almost ready. Will you come?"
I had a mind to hurt Legolas. He startles me, and then he tells me not to be startled? Not to yelp? Right after he appears from out of nowhere, I might add? I was pretty sure he would have felt the exact same way, had it been him. But then again, he was male. Elf or not, males almost always managed to be stupid about things like that. If it wasn't them, they didn't care.
Or maybe I was being too harsh.
Or maybe I was just being that grouchy.
I got up and walked in the general direction of Lord Elronds house, feeling a bit bad about what I'd thought about him . . .
But still wanting to knock him over the head a few times with his bow.
I sighed. Yeah, if only . . .
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