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'thoughts'
'normal speaking'
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Chapter I'Come on Dad!' said a young woman's voice, 'I want so see an Elf!'
She got a sigh in response and an old sounding voice replied, 'Orama, could you walk a bit slower, my old body can't handle running anymore!'
The young woman slowed down and turned around, the skirt of her gown twirling around. She waited for her old father to come closer to her, then she said, 'I know that! I just keep forgetting that you're quite a bit older than me!'
The old man smiled at her, knowing that she was technically seen the one who was older. He could feel the day of their parting drawing nearer, but he wasn't about to ruin his foster daughter's mood.
'Well come on Orama,' the man sad good naturedly, 'there's no need to stop the walking entirely!' He offered his arm to his daughter, which she eagerly took. Orama adjusted her speed to her father's, though one could see that she still was very excited by the happenings of that day.
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Meanwhile, the pair was followed by two blue eyes, which belonged to someone who was hidden in a tree. These eyes were of an Elf. An Elf who was currently musing about the two that were walking towards his hiding tree at a steady pace.
He had noticed that the young woman, whom he now knew to be called Orama, didn't make any sound when walking, while her father stepped on something once in a while, causing it to snap. He couldn't see their features clearly because of the shadows the trees cast.
The Elf soon stopped thinking about that, because the woman had abruptly stopped walking, apparently sensing he was there, and was now staring straight at him. This surprised him, as he was very well hidden. He soon forgot this however, when he took in her features.
The Elf almost fell from his branch. For a fleeting moment it was as if Elrond Half-Elven was standing there, only in a more feminine way. He had to agree with himself that he liked the feminine version a lot more. Then he shook him self out of his stupor, and jumped out of the tree. He noticed that the old man's face saddened considerably.
'Good morning,' he said and Orama answered, 'Hello Milord, why were you hiding in that tree?' She looked up at him, as he was quite a bit taller than the young woman, her beautiful grey eyes filled with curiosity.
The Elf smiled at her and said, 'that will be a story for another time. First I'd like to speak with your father.' He turned to look at her father questioningly, ignoring the look of surprise of the woman, and asked, 'may I talk with you for a moment?'
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The Elf that had just jumped out of the tree was tall and clad in green. He had long blond hair that reached just below his shoulder blades. Now he was looking questioningly at the father and daughter with gorgeous blue eyes. Orama just knew somehow that she had seen those eyes before.
The old man nodded to him and he walked away with the Elf, leaving Orama to her thoughts, which evolved around the handsome Elf she had just met. Though she didn't know he was an Elf, she suspected it. How else could he look so perfect, seemingly without any flaw?
Then Orama heard the Elf asking, 'who is this girl, dear old man?' She could hear the sincerity and respect in his voice and then her father started talking. The young woman was thankful of her good hearing, which made it easier to hear the tired voice of her father.
'I knew an Elf would ask me that question once I entered the Realm of Mirkwood with my foster daughter,' he said, and Orama thought, 'so he is an Elf! I might have known!' Her father went on with his story.
'This story begins little over a century ago. My grandfather found a baby girl on his doorstep. He took her in and called her Orama. He and his newly wed wife were happy. There happiness received a new boost, because my grandmother soon found out that she was pregnant.
'My father was born and he grew up with the girl, though he seemed to age faster than his sister. My father married twenty years later, taking his sister with him because his parents started to have other things on their minds other than the girl. The seer my father had married predicted at my birth that, I quote, "he will meet the Elf who will take the Elfling with him to the place where she belongs." '
Orama stood there stunned. 'It can't be true,' she thought, 'and I don't want to leave dad!' This line repeated over and over again in her mind, thus she didn't notice the Elf and her father coming back.
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'That is a wonderful story, old man,' the Elf said, 'yet through all this we forgot to introduce ourselves.' The couple started to walk back towards Orama, both very aware of the fact that the young woman had heard their entire conversation.
'Lets start to introduce ourselves now then,' replied the man, 'my name's Ifaras.' The Elf smiled at him and said, 'and mine is Legolas.'
The two of them had reached Orama by now, but the female Elf was not aware that her father and the Elf had returned. Her face was pulled in a puzzled frown, which Legolas thought to be cute, but he shook that thought from his mind. Then Ifaras shook his foster daughter out of her seemingly endless stream of thoughts, 'come now Orama, give your father one last hug before you depart!'
Orama looked up at him, her eyes brimmed with tears, 'but I don't want to leave you father!' She went to hug him anyway, for she knew that this Legolas would persuade her to come with him anyway. Then she said, 'I'll never forget you! I'll visit you as soon as possible.' But Ifaras shook his head saying, 'don't make promises you probably cannot keep.'
Orama ignored what he said and hugged him one last time, before turning around and running into the forest without looking back at one of the most important people in her life. Her beautiful dark brown hair was blown back in her rush, revealing her pointy ears.
She knew that sad look on his face was there, but she couldn't handle seeing it, it would only make her cry more..
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i'm trying my hardest to finish the next chapters! I don't have a lot of time, as school has started again.. story alerts are quite handy indeed (a) /looks at readers with puppy eyes/ Though I don't know if lots of people read this.. I myself don't read many A/N's, most of the time I just want to read the story ;)
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