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Date Posted: 16:35:48 04/08/02 Mon
Faeirex almost laughed out loud at the faery's words. Break both her wrists indeed! That single statement erased much of her worry; if she thought she could do that, she had clearly not seen the altercation in the forest a few hours ago, and was therefore far less of a threat to her own safety. In her first thousand years, Faeirex had received extensive combat training, she was among the most skilled of fighters whether unarmed or with bow, sword, or knife, mounted or on foot. The statement also assured her that Cellius had been true to his word - no-one in possession of any facts at all would make such a ridiculous statement.
Reassured, she considered her options. The girl - she had spoken of Cellius as her father, which meant she must be Laeriel, his only daughter - would not be deterred from delivering her message, and to oppose her much further would simply undermine her own credibility. The time was drawing near when it was essential that both the elf and the King had trust in her, or all would be lost. She couldn't risk that because of mere dislike and insecurity. Regretfully, she realised that she would have to face the meeting with King Elessar. Laeriel needed watching, or she might say more than was appropriate. Faeirex had faced untold of horrors in the many thousands of years she had lived for, she was strong enough for this. Hopefully.
Giving in as gracefully as she could, she walked softly to where Legolas waited in the distance. His back was to her.
"Do you know the legend?"
He turned, a questionning expression on his face.
"The legend of the faeries, I meant." she supplied. "Never mind, I daresay she'll want to tell you. Faeries can talk forever once they get going."
Inwardly, she regretted that. Spite was childish. Although her spirit may be as young as the day she first came into existance, some outer semblance of maturity was expected in an elf, especially a High Elf.
Almost automatically, she stepped in close to him, turning her perfect face gently upwards. He did not seem displeased by the closeness, but neither did he react to her.
"She has a message for you. It will be a warning of great danger approaching, it always is. They are a weak race, but some have visions of the future. If the seer is accomplished, the warning may turn out to be true."
There. She had said her piece. Laeriel would have her say, however grudgingly given the assistance was. Now she could attend to the other matter- she must win the elf's trust. Things were moving faster than she had anticipated. For a brief few seconds, she dropped her guard and spoke from the heart, her feelings shining clearly in her eyes.
"Things have changed, haven't they? We're going to have to go to the palace after all." No answer from him. Swiftly, she plunged on.
"I've been alone for so long. I'm not sure if I'll be able to cope surrounded by so many people." As she had done so many times with her lover in the days before the battle of Barad-Dur, she rested one hand on Legolas' shoulder and looked deep into his eyes, speaking in a voice that was filled with emotion.
"Will you do one thing for me - don't leave me alone there. You're the only one of my kind within a weeks ride of here, you must understand what it's like to be surrounded by strangers. It scares me. Please Legolas, just promise me you won't desert me there. This is hard enough for me as it is."
Laeriel was forgotten now, all her thoughts were concentrated on this one instant. She had shown Legolas her heart- how would he respond?
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