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Chapter 8- Quarrels
Legolas lay with his sensitive ear to the ground, listening.
"They are here." He announced.
He and the lady, Jaimea, had been sitting together for maybe an hour or so talking about their lives and old memories, just getting to know each other.
"Yes, I know." Jaimea said, "You go and hop out the window and I will keep their attention from you."
"No," He replied, "I can not go back yet. My brother is going to come for me. He will have to deal with the others now." He smirked at the thought.
"Fine then. I am going to let them in once they get up here."
"No!" He hissed.
As if on cue, there was a knock at the door.
"Jaimea! Let us in!" Legolas recognized that one as Wilyawing. Jaimea then leaned against the door, preventing them from just walking on in and locked it.
"No, Jaimea, please don't open the door!" Legolas begged to her. Jaimea chuckled, placing her fingertips to her lips femininely.
"Hey you guys, I have a visitor!" She shouted at them teasingly through the door.
"Really? Who is it?" One of them asked her curiously.
"You will have to guess!" She teased once more. Jaimea faced Legolas and laughed when she saw the desperate look on his face. It was a few moments before the women spoke up again.
"Is it Legolas?!" They all chimed in together hopefully. Jaimea smirked at Legolas who was turning pale.
"Wow, you guys are good! That is exactly who is in here with me!" The girls then shrieked with happiness and began pounding madly on the door.
"Then let us in! Do not keep him to your self!" She then began to turn the lock.
"Jaimea, I beg you! Don't open the door!" She smiled at him as she began to turn the door knob. "Anything your heart desires, I will see that it is made! Just don't open the door!" She chuckled once more.
"Sorry, Legolas!" She flung open the door and five very excited maidens jumped on top of the prince. "I couldn't resist!" Legolas shouted and struggled to get away from them, but to no avail.
"Let go of me!" He ordered them. He kicked and shoved them away, but always ended up back in their hold. One of them grabbed a hold of a clasp on his tunic and managed to yank it off of him and then she held it up in the air.
"I got a clasp!" She shouted, grinning from ear to ear. The others looked up at it, then they jumped the maiden in their jealousy. Legolas took this as an opportunity to get away and backed himself into a corner, panting. Jaimea was now pleased and she stepped in front of the fighting women.
"My friends!" She called out. They all stopped fighting and turned to face her. "That is enough! Leave our prince alone! I'm sure you now have no chance of ever having a relationship with him!" After thinking a moment, they all nodded sadly, realizing she was probably right and sat against the wall opposite from the young elf prince. Legolas looked around at them all, still breathing heavily. He noticed that they still had their eyes glued to him and he glared daggers at them. Jaimea sat beside him.
"Legolas?" She began.
"What?" He responded angrily.
"You are bleeding again." She pointed to his stomach as he threw his head back against the wall. Blood was seeping through his already bloody tunic.
"I am getting tired of having to stitch it up." He said, annoyed. He took off his two tunics once more to find that his stitches had once again opened. He growled to himself as he pulled out his "stitching supplies". He began to stitch up his wound when he was interrupted by Jaimea.
"Here, let me help you." She took his hand, taking the needle, and then put her other hand on his stomach to steady him. But she furrowed her brow when she saw his expression. His face had gone completely pale and he seemed to be shivering.
"Legolas? What is wrong?" He then slapped her hand away.
"Do not touch me." She took this the wrong way, not realizing it was not the anger he had right now that had caused him to react that way.
"Legolas, do not be mad at me. I am sorry." She said apologetically. This caused Legolas to return back to normal, remembering their small quarrel.
"I told you not to open the door." He said bitterly.
"I could not help myself!" The angry prince slid his tunic back on, forgetting his gaping wound and stood up.
"Well then you should control your actions!" He shouted. Jaimea stood up to face hi as well.
"And you should learn to control your temper!" She argued back. At this, Legolas was surprised. Never before had he been challenged, but he decided that would not get her any respect from him.
"You shut up now!"
"Never! Especially to you!" Legolas was boiling now. Before the argument could get any worse, he stormed down the stairs, slamming the door behind him, and sat on the window sill, gazing out in the direction of his home. He could barely pick out a bird flying in the air, coming in his direction even with his excellent elven eyes.
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Manwathiel
