Aralias and Sahrien
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Date Posted: 21:20:39 08/03/02 Sat
Sahrien trembled with fear as the strange elf walked towards her. He'll kill you, Sahrien, she said to herself, No, he'll tear me appart, limb from limb, then he will kill me. She shifted position, her heart beating faster with every step he took towards her, he had seemed so angry before, You're in for it now, ought to stay out of other peoples business, she thought. His hand extended toward her, she winced slightly as he took her hand.
"Caught you my lady? No I think I am the one caught, for you have captured my heart."
She smiled, beaming with relief. It was as she had hoped, he was playing her game. A game she loved dearly. She bowed her head, "Pardon my intrusion, how rude of me to eavesdrop on a private conversation. Please forgive me."
"I fear I would forgive you if I found my family murdered at your hand lady; my soul is yours to command." He grinned roguishly. "Besides it is I who should be apologising for holding my private conversations so loudly. I hope I have not disturbed your solitude?"
"Nay, it was I who disturbed yours. You see, I was walking along the woodline when I heard voices amongst the trees. That is what brought me into the forest," Sahrien replied, "Now that I have come, though, I wish not to leave. For I have stumbled upon something far better than solitude," she said, with all the charm and grace she could muster.
Aralias fained surprise. "Then that makes two of us," he said and squeezed the hand that still held hers. He wondered silently how long he could hold those fingers before she became uncomfortable and chuckled inwardly, unless he had lost his touch it would be very long indeed. "Forgive my impertinence but will you allow me to escort you back to the palace? It rapidly grows dark and this forest is not a safe place to be at nice when one is as beautiful as you are."
Sahrien forced herself to flush and giggled girlishly, "Nothing would give me more pleasure than to have you as my escort," she said, letting her hand slip from his. He was good, very good. She wondered who he was. He seemed to be familiar in some way, almost as if she should have known him, but never got the chance. She brushed past him, making her way towards the palace, "Shall we?" She said, cocking her head slightly to the side in a way that made her irresistably innocent.
Her hand was free of his; a blow to his ego certainly but one he could cope with. "Just give me a moment." He walked over to where Lemi had wandered off during the exchange he had seen played out a thousand times before. Lia stepped up into his horse's saddle and trotted back over to the faery and offered her a hand up. "We'll make better time if we go on Elemmiire," he explained.
She extended her hand, accepting his offer to help her up. He pulled her up, a bit too hard, obviously misjudging her own strength. She steadied herself and sat just behind the saddle, setting her hands gingerly around his waist. remember, slowly, don't throw yourself at him, she said inwardly. She could tell he was trying just as hard as she. So, this was something he also enjoyed. She took this as another clue to who this mysterious Elf could be. His presence upset her, he was such a mystery. Unlike any other Elf she had met, there was something disinctly different about him. Something that put him above all other Elves she had known. She had always felt the same way about Lómódë, there was something odd about the two of them. She leaned closer to Aralias, "From where do you come?" she asked.
"Now there's a question..." he began before deciding better of it "without an interesting answer. I came from Lothlorien origionally. I grew to love it and its lord and lady. But eventually my restless spirit drove me from its peaceful woods and I have spent the past thousand years wandering through Mirkwood and..." At this point Lemi, knowing the drill by now, started to behave uncontrollably interupting Aralias in the middle of his fabricated history. The horse's bucking movements forced the girl behind him to grasp his waist tightly and an almost invisible smile touched the corners of his mouth. "Lemi! Stop that at once," he ordered authoritorally. The animal, sensing its fun was over once more quieted down and they moved on once more. "I'm terribly sorry," he turned to look at her apologetically. "He sometimes gets like this but it passes quickly." He grinned reassuringly at her and turned back to watch the road. A pointless excersise as Elemmiire knew exactly where they were going.
Sahrien almost laughed. Did he not not know he was dealing with a Faery? She knew Elemmiire's bucking fit was just an act, and a clever one at that. Yes, this horse was very clever, he refused to tell her who Aralias truly was, she didn't believe the story Lia himself had told her. Elemmiire, or Lemi, as he prefers to be called, insisted that he knew nothing about Lia, other than that he was an elf. Sahrien sighed with frustration. An Elf that tells nothing but untruths and a horse that refuses to talk, something wasn't right. She decided she'd play along with him, though, just for the sport, "Mirkwood, then you must know Legolas," she said, hoping to catch him in his lie.
"You know Wonderboy too then do you? To be honest with you I've only just made his aquaintance. I saw a couple of times in court of course but I haven't spoken to him properly until this visit to Minas Tirith. He seems alright, a bit dim perhaps but then that can't be helped. How do you know our prince?"
"Well, it's a long story," Sahrien said, not really wanting to reveal the details of Laeriel's visit, "I really don't know him very well, either. I've spoken to him but a few times, and only briefly. I've always thought him to be quite nice, very polite and noble," she finished, making a point to loosen her grip around Aralias's waist. A bit dim, eh?, she thought. He was obviously a bit arrogant.
"You disapprove of me?" he guessed as she let go of him. "I take your meaning. He's everything I'm not. Believe it or not you're not the first to say it. Oh he's noble alright. That's part of his problem, if he would only loosen up he would be a much more interesting person."
Sahrien laughed. She tightened her grip around his waist once again. Despite his slight arogance, she liked him. She liked him alot, mostly because she knew nothing about him, and that posed an appealing challenge. She felt the breeze catch her hair. What fun this was. She hoped she would see Aralias many times more. Strangly, a little part of her knew she would. The shared something, a past or a future. Somehow they were connected, whether it be by fate or an actual person, she did not know. But she had the feeling he was familiar with someone close to her. It was all one big mystery. She bent foward, raising her voice slightly to be heartbeat above Lemi's hoofbeats, "Are you familiar with the Faeries? Since you are a traveler, and all. Perhaps you've met one of my kin."
"Perhaps," he admitted. "I was in the faery realm last century unless my memory fails me. I found it an extreamly plesant experience although once again I felt myself compelled to move on after no more than a decade." They reached the city walls and he dismounted in order to help her down.
"It was my pleasure. At first it was a bit disconcerting to have you talk to my horse instead of me but he's better looking than me so I guess it's to be expected." His eyes twinkled merrily. "From your conversation with Lemi I know you know my name, in this you have one over on me. May I be permitted to know the identity of my lovely passenger?"
She smiled and walked in through the city gates. "My name's Sahrien," she called before disappearing from sight.
Aralias mounted Lemi again. "You did well old friend. There's a bag of grain awaiting you." The horse moved eagerly in the direction of the city but Lia tugged his reins the other way. "We're finished with that place I'm afraid." Elemmiire neighed, irriated. "We couldn't get back in anyway. The feairalev has sealed the palace... No we aren't going to help them... It's on to Rivendell for us." He pulled the reins impatiently again. "Lemi grow up. Lets go."