Fan Fiction ❯ In The MoonLight ❯ Fun and Laughs ( Chapter 3 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: YamiYugiGal 
A new life, some laughs, and a nakie Legolas!
Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Fantasy / Angst / Action / Adventure / Suspense | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 03.03.2003 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.5K | Visits: 142 | Status: Work In Progress
A new life, some laughs, and a nakie Legolas!
Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Fantasy / Angst / Action / Adventure / Suspense | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 03.03.2003 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.5K | Visits: 142 | Status: Work In Progress
Yami Yugi Gal: *wraps herself up in a bunch of blankets* Um...What can I say...I'm in a bit of a good mood so I'll post chapters 2-3 tonight. So let's see some good old feedback people!
Chibi Legolas: .........*groans*...........
Yami Yugi Gal: My buddy is alive!!!!! *does the happy dance*
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Legolas had taken her back to the palace. Irisa's body had to be bound even tighter outside in the sunlight. The Vampire in her would struggle in vain to go into the shadows, and suffered during the day, while the true part of Irisa was somewhere in her state of mind, battling.
The sounds the other thing within her made were almost unbearable to listen to. It had attempted to con someone into releasing it, but thankfully Legolas and his father had managed to subdue the beast within the young blood-drinker.
The nights were the worst. Whimpers, and painful choked gasps for air could be heard from Irisa. Showing she was losing some type of fight, but those fits lasted for only a matter of minutes, it was an on and off ordeal, but never did Legolas leave her side, nor did he get a wink of sleep.
On the third night, however, she was freed from her bonds and was brought inside to be placed upon a low Elven bed. Never did Legolas leave her side. It wasn't until around midnight did her eye lids close and the whites of her eyes vanish, and she lay their sleeping. No more painful whimpers came from her lips, or nothing, just the soft sounds of her breathing, something a Vampire did not do. Even as she did, her flesh began to change from pale to the normal flesh of an Elf's.
Legolas' father looked up from his thoughts and took notice of this, and stood. He moved over to his son, placing a blanket over the young Prince's shoulders, and looked down at Irisa. "She has won, it would appear." He moved his hand down and brushed an auburn lock of hair away from her ear, and noticed she had the ears now of an Elf. "She will be quite happy when she awakens." He smiled, and looked to his tired son. "You should rest. I'm sure she would like you to sleep." He stated.
Wearily, Legolas shook his head. "Nay, I made a promise that I shall not break. I will not leave her side until she bid me." He looked up at his father, knowing he'd understand. "Only then, shall I be able to rest in peace."
"Sleep, she would not want you making yourself ill." He stated sternly. "You may sleep beside her, you would not be leaving her side." His father pointed out as he covered Irisa and headed inside to sleep.
Legolas looked after his father's figure as it disappeared into the shadows of the next room. He would not rest. He'd made a promise. He moved his chair a bit closer to the window where the air poured in fresh and sweet. He glanced out into the starry sky and began humming a tune to himself. He kept his hands busy as she slept, mending arrows.
When morning came, Irisa groaned and slowly opened her eyes. They were no longer violet, but blue, the once true color she had been born with. She had to shield her eyes from the bright sunlight that shown down on her, and blinked a few times in confusion and bolted upright into a sitting position. Her eyes widened in disbelief. 'I lived through it?' She was quite happy, and got up off the bed-like thing she was on, and walked out onto the balcony to look around at everything. She shuddered at the cold morning air, and noticed a water fountain. Curious, she moved over to it and looked down at her reflection in the crystalline pool. She was quite startled at what she saw. Raising a curious hand up to her ear, she fingered the pointy thing, and looked up to see an amused but tired Legolas watching her.
He rose slowly to his feet, smiled and bowed his head deeply to her. "Good morrow, my Elven lady!" His voice was happier than she'd heard it so far as she'd known him. "Are you well?" Came the concerned inquiry.
Irisa smiled; for the first time in years, a real one. "Yes I am, my friend." She winked at him palyfully "But YOU! Go sleep, or else I'll sick your father on ye!" She laughed.
"Aye...thank you..." he bowed once more. "I am quite weary... I shall be off now, then." Trudgingly, he made his way to his room. He couldn't remember a time that his feet had felt so heavy!
His father entered soon after Legolas had departed, and he warmly embraced the young woman who was quite like a daughter to him. "Are you all well?" He asked of her. "And has my son gone to rest? He did not leave your side, nor did he rest for the full three days! We were all very worried for you..."
"If it weren't for his presence and blood he allowed me to drink, I would not have lived through the final task. Our souls were somewhat bound. I felt like he was there all the time with me. I am grateful for him not leaving my side, but yes, I sent him off to bed. If he had refused I would have been quite happy to drag him off to his room myself!" She laughed softly, "But yes, I am well, just a little confused, but give me a few days to adjust and I will be fully fine."
The older Elf nodded his head. "I am so grateful that you have come through all well, my child!" He embraced her once more. "Today, we shall hold a great feast in honor of your being brought to us from the shadows!" He left and made his way through the palace to make the arrangements.
Irisa blinked, she had hoped to spend the day roaming about, enjoying herself not making such a big fuss over this. She sighed, and smiled though as she looked up at the sunlight. No longer would she have to hide from its light. Before she even realized it she noticed small hands take either side of her, and looked to see two elf maidens dragging her off inside. "The kind wishes for us to see you are all cleaned up and ready for tonight." One of them said, while the other admired Irisa's beauty. Irisa bit her lower lip,
'This will be a LONG day...' She thought to herself as she was dragged off to her new bedchambers.
After what seemed like hours, Irisa could take no more of being dressed up to look pretty and raced off to hide. However once she had turned around from shut the door, her face turned as bright as the peal of an apple. "Sorry!" She said, turning her head, not realizing she had run into Legolas' room. She had never, in all her long years of living, NEVER seen a man naked....well one as quite naked as he was, and beautiful too, to top it off.
He gasped and sank deep into the water of the bath until only his eyes and brows showed above the surface, and looked at her quite embarrassedly. The water was milky and hid most of his indecency, but could not conceal the fact that he was unclothed and blushing madly. All he could do was stare at the intruder...
Blushing as well, Irisa turned quickly away from him to face the door.
Finally, after a moment of excruciating humiliation, Legolas was able to rise a bit out of the water, enough so that his shoulders peeked out of the surface. The gleaming water made his skin show pale like alabaster, and his long, pale hair hung in the water and danced around like swirls in it. He was finally able to speak. "What....what are you doing in my chamber?!"
Irisa cursed to some god under her breath for having to lead her into Legolas room. "Sorry Legolas, but your father has these pesky maidens tending to my every whim and need, and they are driving me utterly insane! I was lucky enough to persuade them out of my room to run away from them… Had I known this was your room, I would have been more than willing to have tried the other door to the other side." She said, and could feel her face was still a bright shade of red, "Are you decent so that I may turn around and not talk to the door?" She questioned.
"Nay!" he near cried, "Please, give me a moment!" She could hear the sound of movement through water, and the thud of footfalls onto the floor. Legolas pulled a long velvety robe from the vanity and wrapped it about his nude body, still dripping from the bath. He clasped it shut. "All right, I am decent." He said flatly, and ran his fingers through his long, pale hair to wring it out.
Irisa turned around, red still staining her face. "I can leave if you like, but I do not wish to be carted back off to my room. Those girls have managed to both drag me back to my room three times....And I have used almost every possible trick known to man in the book." She sighed and leaned on the door and ran a hand through her auburn curls.
The Elf prince was frowning. To Irisa, it seemed he was not all too pleased at his bathing being interrupted. He merely nodded. "Aye, I suppose being an Elf has some of its own curses. Now, you shall discover them." Although he knew his words were a bit sharp, still, he could not help but to smile with a tinge of amusement. It had really flustered her, running into his room at such an...inconvenient... time. He wandered over to his large closet and began searching through the many richly decorated articles of clothing held therein.
"Nay, I would rather be out and about in the woods getting dirty and enjoying myself." She smirked. "They did not like it when I made a run for it through the mud, and managed to get all three of us covered in it. Your father found it an amusing sight though, he nearly fell off his seat laughing as the girls dragged me by force back to my room."
From behind the great door of his wardrobe, Legolas laughed. "That truly must have been a sight.... Lady Elf of the mud..." He laughed again, but this time, it sounded more preoccupied. He finished dressing and came back out into the room buttoning the cuffs of his sleeves. "I do pity you, however. As a lady, there is so much more you must do to be 'ready'. I have merely to bathe and dress, and I am presentable." He went to his dresser mirror to run an ivory comb quickly through his hair, which was light and almost completely dry already.
"I am not one for big parties you will come to learn." She said, "Your father raced off before I could even say anything." She sighed, and looked out the open balcony doors. Her ears picked up movement and the two voices she didn't wish to hear. She kept silent as they began passing by the room, however she had a feeling Legolas would tell them where she was. If he did, she would have some fun plotting things later on him. Nothing terrible, of course; just something to get back at her friend.
However, when the knock came at the door and the small female voice asked for Lady Irisa, Legolas said indifferently that he was with no one, and that he was himself preparing for the occasion. They walked off without a further question. Legolas turned to her. "You may take refuge here, or in my library if you'd like. It will only be a few more hours until the feast is laid out... I think you don't need any more preparation." He smiled in a friendly manner, and added, "You look lovely as it is. They needn't bother over you more."
Irisa sighed in relief. "Thank you, but I have a small favor to ask you. Tomorrow, perhaps if you are not busy, would you care to spend some time with me? Practicing around with the sword, and bow? I do not wish to sit inside all day and look pretty." She laughed softly. "Besides I am sure you would enjoy mocking me for awhile." She winked.
His expression was one of surprise. "No, I would not mind. Indeed... It would be better for you to have some way to defend yourself, should you need it." He checked himself one last time in the large silver looking glass, and then made his way into the library that was attached to his room. Beckoning Irisa to follow him, he began to chatter idly. "This... all of this is mine." He motioned his hand towards the great shelves of books. They reached up to the ceiling of the large room. "Histories, fables, sciences...poetry, ballads, music... anything you can imagine. My father and I are both very fond of the written word, and of knowledge. Alas, no one comes in here much when I am away. My brothers are not so enthusiastic about books." He smiled slightly.
"Ah, I do not understand why one hides from the world of books, they are a nice place to retreat to, to relieve one of worries." She said, looking around the room. "I often spent time in here I remember when I was a child. Your father was the one who taught me to read and write, and taught me a little Elvish on the side. Most of the time, if I wasn't in here, I was out and about wandering in the woods. I am skillful with the throwing dagger, but not with a sword or bow and arrow. Because of my title, I was forbidden by my King and other elders of the Kormanic race to carry any weapon on myself. I am glad I shall not have to put up with such foolish rules no more."
"Aye." He nodded. "Weapons should be used only when needed, and people such as yourself should be taught self defense. There is much evil in the world to prey on innocents." Thoughtfully running his hand across some dusty volumes, he remembered how his father and he had collected these books for this room. "I did not know you at the time you were first here. I was off with my mentor, Lord Elrond in Rivendell..."
Ah, explains why I never saw you." She said. She noticed he had not braided his hair, and rather liked seeing the beautiful crown braid in his silken blonde locks. She stepped behind him and began to braid the hair, like she had seen it. "Now stay still so I can braid your hair." She said, playfully pushing his hand away from her fingers which were neatly fixing the braid to be perfect.
"Aye...thank you." It made his scalp tingle, and he likened it to having a head massage. The thought made him laugh a little, and he looked out the window as she finished the braid. "I should expect they'll be sending for us soon..."
Irisa fixed the hair and now smiled, approving of her work. "All done." She looked out the window, and sighed. "I would rather run off to enjoy myself, but I don't think your father would like that." She laughed lightly, and felt fingers gather her own hair and arched an auburn brow. "What are you up to now?" She asked, rather curious.
"You have not your customary Elven braids... I thought I might return the favor." He carefully and gently twisted the dark hair and braided its locks.
She blushed a little, and enjoyed the feeling as his fingers worked on braiding her hair. His fingers were swift, and yet... they seemed almost mechanical. He was done quickly, and walked around to stand before her, looking at her. "Now... you have the true look of an Elf." He smiled again.
She found herself eye to eye with the young Prince, although he was older than her by what? A good 1000 or 2000 years. "Thank you." They both heard a knock on the door to the room and turned their heads to see Legolas' father enter.
"Well, and I thought I'd find you two here!" He exclaimed. "The feast is nearly ready, and I want my guests of honor down to open it with me! So, come along, come along!"
He rushed out into the hallway as they followed. Legolas leaned over to whisper to her, somewhat devilishly, "Aye...and we'll not get a lick of freedom the rest of the night!" Perhaps it would surprise her that he had the same sentiments as she did about these sort of gala events. He had never let on about it...
Irisa groaned, and shook her head, "Perhaps we might be able to slink off without them noticing..." She whispered back to him, already plotting a means of escape for the night. The dress she was wearing was getting a bit annoying to her, and she was tempted to take a dagger to it and...trim it to her liking. She knew one thing was for sure, she would be raiding one of Legolas' brother's old clothes for something to suit her taste in wearing.
"Perhaps!" He laughed. The large doors to the throne room opened before them as they had on another occasion, and Legolas could not help but to think back to the night when they had arrived together for the first time. The room was beautiful then, but now it was exquisite. Banners of gold, silver, crimson, and emerald hung from the ceilings and draped the windows and columns. Everywhere was the light blue glow of magic crystals. There were Elven lords and ladies all dressed in satins, silks, and velvets, and bejeweled like the night sky. Music played gaily in the background from unseen enchanted instruments, and three long tables flanked with many chairs were brilliantly laid out with a feast of unimaginable size and splendor. As they made their way towards the tables, the Elves bowed to their King.
Irisa smirked at Legolas. She would come up with something, even if it meant jumping over the balcony and into the woods to hide. She was a bit amazed though, by all the trouble Legolas' father had gone through to make this night perfect. However, she was still getting tempted to cut this dress apart. Once Legolas' father was seated did she and Legolas seat themselves at the long table.
After the initial speech, which was praise and flattery enough to make Irisa blush, the eating began. Fine mutton, deer from the forest, the most delightful fruits, and savory dishes were served to them all. Irisa suddenly heard a soft familiar voice in her mind. "Dancing... when the dancing begins. The third door from the throne leads out to the veranda, and into the garden..."
Irisa was a bit confused for a moment from the voice, but then realized whom it was, and acted as if she had heard nothing. She did as well as Legolas when his father suggested the two of them should dance with one another, which made them nearly choke or gag on their drinks.
"Come, shall we then..." He rose with a smile of amusement and extended a hand to her. Irisa had found his hand rather...amusing to look at for a few seconds, but accepted the invitation. After a moment's hesitation, she took his with her own, and they walked arm in arm to the wide marble floor. When she gave him a questioning look, he laughed and leaned over to say softly, "We can get lost very easily among all these couples, then perhaps make our escape… Of course, only if you wish to..."
"If I did not know better, I would say your father is attempting to pair us up..." She said quietly so his father would not hear. "Though at this point I am more than willing to flee this place." She said. He leaned back and raised her hand in his, placing the other gently on her side, and began to twirl her around. She tensed a bit at the close contact, not one for allowing others to touch her, but she trusted Legolas, and relaxed as they danced, but only inched closer towards their exit to make a run for it.
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YYG: Yes I know, I'm evil muwha! So um...Review please! lol I'm quite sure you guys will all enjoy the next chapters...Now to wake Chibi Legolas up...*goes to hunt for candy*
Chibi Legolas: .........*groans*...........
Yami Yugi Gal: My buddy is alive!!!!! *does the happy dance*
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Legolas had taken her back to the palace. Irisa's body had to be bound even tighter outside in the sunlight. The Vampire in her would struggle in vain to go into the shadows, and suffered during the day, while the true part of Irisa was somewhere in her state of mind, battling.
The sounds the other thing within her made were almost unbearable to listen to. It had attempted to con someone into releasing it, but thankfully Legolas and his father had managed to subdue the beast within the young blood-drinker.
The nights were the worst. Whimpers, and painful choked gasps for air could be heard from Irisa. Showing she was losing some type of fight, but those fits lasted for only a matter of minutes, it was an on and off ordeal, but never did Legolas leave her side, nor did he get a wink of sleep.
On the third night, however, she was freed from her bonds and was brought inside to be placed upon a low Elven bed. Never did Legolas leave her side. It wasn't until around midnight did her eye lids close and the whites of her eyes vanish, and she lay their sleeping. No more painful whimpers came from her lips, or nothing, just the soft sounds of her breathing, something a Vampire did not do. Even as she did, her flesh began to change from pale to the normal flesh of an Elf's.
Legolas' father looked up from his thoughts and took notice of this, and stood. He moved over to his son, placing a blanket over the young Prince's shoulders, and looked down at Irisa. "She has won, it would appear." He moved his hand down and brushed an auburn lock of hair away from her ear, and noticed she had the ears now of an Elf. "She will be quite happy when she awakens." He smiled, and looked to his tired son. "You should rest. I'm sure she would like you to sleep." He stated.
Wearily, Legolas shook his head. "Nay, I made a promise that I shall not break. I will not leave her side until she bid me." He looked up at his father, knowing he'd understand. "Only then, shall I be able to rest in peace."
"Sleep, she would not want you making yourself ill." He stated sternly. "You may sleep beside her, you would not be leaving her side." His father pointed out as he covered Irisa and headed inside to sleep.
Legolas looked after his father's figure as it disappeared into the shadows of the next room. He would not rest. He'd made a promise. He moved his chair a bit closer to the window where the air poured in fresh and sweet. He glanced out into the starry sky and began humming a tune to himself. He kept his hands busy as she slept, mending arrows.
When morning came, Irisa groaned and slowly opened her eyes. They were no longer violet, but blue, the once true color she had been born with. She had to shield her eyes from the bright sunlight that shown down on her, and blinked a few times in confusion and bolted upright into a sitting position. Her eyes widened in disbelief. 'I lived through it?' She was quite happy, and got up off the bed-like thing she was on, and walked out onto the balcony to look around at everything. She shuddered at the cold morning air, and noticed a water fountain. Curious, she moved over to it and looked down at her reflection in the crystalline pool. She was quite startled at what she saw. Raising a curious hand up to her ear, she fingered the pointy thing, and looked up to see an amused but tired Legolas watching her.
He rose slowly to his feet, smiled and bowed his head deeply to her. "Good morrow, my Elven lady!" His voice was happier than she'd heard it so far as she'd known him. "Are you well?" Came the concerned inquiry.
Irisa smiled; for the first time in years, a real one. "Yes I am, my friend." She winked at him palyfully "But YOU! Go sleep, or else I'll sick your father on ye!" She laughed.
"Aye...thank you..." he bowed once more. "I am quite weary... I shall be off now, then." Trudgingly, he made his way to his room. He couldn't remember a time that his feet had felt so heavy!
His father entered soon after Legolas had departed, and he warmly embraced the young woman who was quite like a daughter to him. "Are you all well?" He asked of her. "And has my son gone to rest? He did not leave your side, nor did he rest for the full three days! We were all very worried for you..."
"If it weren't for his presence and blood he allowed me to drink, I would not have lived through the final task. Our souls were somewhat bound. I felt like he was there all the time with me. I am grateful for him not leaving my side, but yes, I sent him off to bed. If he had refused I would have been quite happy to drag him off to his room myself!" She laughed softly, "But yes, I am well, just a little confused, but give me a few days to adjust and I will be fully fine."
The older Elf nodded his head. "I am so grateful that you have come through all well, my child!" He embraced her once more. "Today, we shall hold a great feast in honor of your being brought to us from the shadows!" He left and made his way through the palace to make the arrangements.
Irisa blinked, she had hoped to spend the day roaming about, enjoying herself not making such a big fuss over this. She sighed, and smiled though as she looked up at the sunlight. No longer would she have to hide from its light. Before she even realized it she noticed small hands take either side of her, and looked to see two elf maidens dragging her off inside. "The kind wishes for us to see you are all cleaned up and ready for tonight." One of them said, while the other admired Irisa's beauty. Irisa bit her lower lip,
'This will be a LONG day...' She thought to herself as she was dragged off to her new bedchambers.
After what seemed like hours, Irisa could take no more of being dressed up to look pretty and raced off to hide. However once she had turned around from shut the door, her face turned as bright as the peal of an apple. "Sorry!" She said, turning her head, not realizing she had run into Legolas' room. She had never, in all her long years of living, NEVER seen a man naked....well one as quite naked as he was, and beautiful too, to top it off.
He gasped and sank deep into the water of the bath until only his eyes and brows showed above the surface, and looked at her quite embarrassedly. The water was milky and hid most of his indecency, but could not conceal the fact that he was unclothed and blushing madly. All he could do was stare at the intruder...
Blushing as well, Irisa turned quickly away from him to face the door.
Finally, after a moment of excruciating humiliation, Legolas was able to rise a bit out of the water, enough so that his shoulders peeked out of the surface. The gleaming water made his skin show pale like alabaster, and his long, pale hair hung in the water and danced around like swirls in it. He was finally able to speak. "What....what are you doing in my chamber?!"
Irisa cursed to some god under her breath for having to lead her into Legolas room. "Sorry Legolas, but your father has these pesky maidens tending to my every whim and need, and they are driving me utterly insane! I was lucky enough to persuade them out of my room to run away from them… Had I known this was your room, I would have been more than willing to have tried the other door to the other side." She said, and could feel her face was still a bright shade of red, "Are you decent so that I may turn around and not talk to the door?" She questioned.
"Nay!" he near cried, "Please, give me a moment!" She could hear the sound of movement through water, and the thud of footfalls onto the floor. Legolas pulled a long velvety robe from the vanity and wrapped it about his nude body, still dripping from the bath. He clasped it shut. "All right, I am decent." He said flatly, and ran his fingers through his long, pale hair to wring it out.
Irisa turned around, red still staining her face. "I can leave if you like, but I do not wish to be carted back off to my room. Those girls have managed to both drag me back to my room three times....And I have used almost every possible trick known to man in the book." She sighed and leaned on the door and ran a hand through her auburn curls.
The Elf prince was frowning. To Irisa, it seemed he was not all too pleased at his bathing being interrupted. He merely nodded. "Aye, I suppose being an Elf has some of its own curses. Now, you shall discover them." Although he knew his words were a bit sharp, still, he could not help but to smile with a tinge of amusement. It had really flustered her, running into his room at such an...inconvenient... time. He wandered over to his large closet and began searching through the many richly decorated articles of clothing held therein.
"Nay, I would rather be out and about in the woods getting dirty and enjoying myself." She smirked. "They did not like it when I made a run for it through the mud, and managed to get all three of us covered in it. Your father found it an amusing sight though, he nearly fell off his seat laughing as the girls dragged me by force back to my room."
From behind the great door of his wardrobe, Legolas laughed. "That truly must have been a sight.... Lady Elf of the mud..." He laughed again, but this time, it sounded more preoccupied. He finished dressing and came back out into the room buttoning the cuffs of his sleeves. "I do pity you, however. As a lady, there is so much more you must do to be 'ready'. I have merely to bathe and dress, and I am presentable." He went to his dresser mirror to run an ivory comb quickly through his hair, which was light and almost completely dry already.
"I am not one for big parties you will come to learn." She said, "Your father raced off before I could even say anything." She sighed, and looked out the open balcony doors. Her ears picked up movement and the two voices she didn't wish to hear. She kept silent as they began passing by the room, however she had a feeling Legolas would tell them where she was. If he did, she would have some fun plotting things later on him. Nothing terrible, of course; just something to get back at her friend.
However, when the knock came at the door and the small female voice asked for Lady Irisa, Legolas said indifferently that he was with no one, and that he was himself preparing for the occasion. They walked off without a further question. Legolas turned to her. "You may take refuge here, or in my library if you'd like. It will only be a few more hours until the feast is laid out... I think you don't need any more preparation." He smiled in a friendly manner, and added, "You look lovely as it is. They needn't bother over you more."
Irisa sighed in relief. "Thank you, but I have a small favor to ask you. Tomorrow, perhaps if you are not busy, would you care to spend some time with me? Practicing around with the sword, and bow? I do not wish to sit inside all day and look pretty." She laughed softly. "Besides I am sure you would enjoy mocking me for awhile." She winked.
His expression was one of surprise. "No, I would not mind. Indeed... It would be better for you to have some way to defend yourself, should you need it." He checked himself one last time in the large silver looking glass, and then made his way into the library that was attached to his room. Beckoning Irisa to follow him, he began to chatter idly. "This... all of this is mine." He motioned his hand towards the great shelves of books. They reached up to the ceiling of the large room. "Histories, fables, sciences...poetry, ballads, music... anything you can imagine. My father and I are both very fond of the written word, and of knowledge. Alas, no one comes in here much when I am away. My brothers are not so enthusiastic about books." He smiled slightly.
"Ah, I do not understand why one hides from the world of books, they are a nice place to retreat to, to relieve one of worries." She said, looking around the room. "I often spent time in here I remember when I was a child. Your father was the one who taught me to read and write, and taught me a little Elvish on the side. Most of the time, if I wasn't in here, I was out and about wandering in the woods. I am skillful with the throwing dagger, but not with a sword or bow and arrow. Because of my title, I was forbidden by my King and other elders of the Kormanic race to carry any weapon on myself. I am glad I shall not have to put up with such foolish rules no more."
"Aye." He nodded. "Weapons should be used only when needed, and people such as yourself should be taught self defense. There is much evil in the world to prey on innocents." Thoughtfully running his hand across some dusty volumes, he remembered how his father and he had collected these books for this room. "I did not know you at the time you were first here. I was off with my mentor, Lord Elrond in Rivendell..."
Ah, explains why I never saw you." She said. She noticed he had not braided his hair, and rather liked seeing the beautiful crown braid in his silken blonde locks. She stepped behind him and began to braid the hair, like she had seen it. "Now stay still so I can braid your hair." She said, playfully pushing his hand away from her fingers which were neatly fixing the braid to be perfect.
"Aye...thank you." It made his scalp tingle, and he likened it to having a head massage. The thought made him laugh a little, and he looked out the window as she finished the braid. "I should expect they'll be sending for us soon..."
Irisa fixed the hair and now smiled, approving of her work. "All done." She looked out the window, and sighed. "I would rather run off to enjoy myself, but I don't think your father would like that." She laughed lightly, and felt fingers gather her own hair and arched an auburn brow. "What are you up to now?" She asked, rather curious.
"You have not your customary Elven braids... I thought I might return the favor." He carefully and gently twisted the dark hair and braided its locks.
She blushed a little, and enjoyed the feeling as his fingers worked on braiding her hair. His fingers were swift, and yet... they seemed almost mechanical. He was done quickly, and walked around to stand before her, looking at her. "Now... you have the true look of an Elf." He smiled again.
She found herself eye to eye with the young Prince, although he was older than her by what? A good 1000 or 2000 years. "Thank you." They both heard a knock on the door to the room and turned their heads to see Legolas' father enter.
"Well, and I thought I'd find you two here!" He exclaimed. "The feast is nearly ready, and I want my guests of honor down to open it with me! So, come along, come along!"
He rushed out into the hallway as they followed. Legolas leaned over to whisper to her, somewhat devilishly, "Aye...and we'll not get a lick of freedom the rest of the night!" Perhaps it would surprise her that he had the same sentiments as she did about these sort of gala events. He had never let on about it...
Irisa groaned, and shook her head, "Perhaps we might be able to slink off without them noticing..." She whispered back to him, already plotting a means of escape for the night. The dress she was wearing was getting a bit annoying to her, and she was tempted to take a dagger to it and...trim it to her liking. She knew one thing was for sure, she would be raiding one of Legolas' brother's old clothes for something to suit her taste in wearing.
"Perhaps!" He laughed. The large doors to the throne room opened before them as they had on another occasion, and Legolas could not help but to think back to the night when they had arrived together for the first time. The room was beautiful then, but now it was exquisite. Banners of gold, silver, crimson, and emerald hung from the ceilings and draped the windows and columns. Everywhere was the light blue glow of magic crystals. There were Elven lords and ladies all dressed in satins, silks, and velvets, and bejeweled like the night sky. Music played gaily in the background from unseen enchanted instruments, and three long tables flanked with many chairs were brilliantly laid out with a feast of unimaginable size and splendor. As they made their way towards the tables, the Elves bowed to their King.
Irisa smirked at Legolas. She would come up with something, even if it meant jumping over the balcony and into the woods to hide. She was a bit amazed though, by all the trouble Legolas' father had gone through to make this night perfect. However, she was still getting tempted to cut this dress apart. Once Legolas' father was seated did she and Legolas seat themselves at the long table.
After the initial speech, which was praise and flattery enough to make Irisa blush, the eating began. Fine mutton, deer from the forest, the most delightful fruits, and savory dishes were served to them all. Irisa suddenly heard a soft familiar voice in her mind. "Dancing... when the dancing begins. The third door from the throne leads out to the veranda, and into the garden..."
Irisa was a bit confused for a moment from the voice, but then realized whom it was, and acted as if she had heard nothing. She did as well as Legolas when his father suggested the two of them should dance with one another, which made them nearly choke or gag on their drinks.
"Come, shall we then..." He rose with a smile of amusement and extended a hand to her. Irisa had found his hand rather...amusing to look at for a few seconds, but accepted the invitation. After a moment's hesitation, she took his with her own, and they walked arm in arm to the wide marble floor. When she gave him a questioning look, he laughed and leaned over to say softly, "We can get lost very easily among all these couples, then perhaps make our escape… Of course, only if you wish to..."
"If I did not know better, I would say your father is attempting to pair us up..." She said quietly so his father would not hear. "Though at this point I am more than willing to flee this place." She said. He leaned back and raised her hand in his, placing the other gently on her side, and began to twirl her around. She tensed a bit at the close contact, not one for allowing others to touch her, but she trusted Legolas, and relaxed as they danced, but only inched closer towards their exit to make a run for it.
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YYG: Yes I know, I'm evil muwha! So um...Review please! lol I'm quite sure you guys will all enjoy the next chapters...Now to wake Chibi Legolas up...*goes to hunt for candy*