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Legolas and Faeirex
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Date Posted: 10:41:30 06/25/02 Tue
Faeirex lay on the ground for a few moments, staring up at the sky where clouds had been a moment before. Puzzlement and anger fought for control of her face, before both were driven away by a new emotion- amusement. Without warning, she began to giggle incessantly. Legolas sat up and looked at her as if she was mad. The sight of the aggrieved expression on his face only served to make her laugh harder.
Finally he could take it no more. Frankly, Lómódë was beginning to appear hysterical. He was a little worried that the recent events might have shaken the highly-strung elf out of her wits entirely. There were many things he was feeling at the moment, but not one even came close to mirth.
"Are you going to tell me just what's quite so funny?" he demanded eventually.
She sat up also and took a deep breath, cloaking herself once more in an unnatural calm. It was belied only by the suppressed shaking of her shoulders and dancing eyes, which suggested the fit was still going on beneath her tranquil mask.
"All this." she told him, gesturing to the scene surrounding them. At the wet ground and the smouldering timber.
He glared. Legolas had the natural grace of a cat. Throw almost anything at him, and he would land on his feet, ready to fight.
But he hated getting wet. In some way, the mysterious troublemaker had bruised his dignity.
"I'm afraid I still can't see the joke."
"It doesn't mean anything." she explained, the giggles beginning to start again. "All this was just for show."
"I don't understand."
"Look around. The flames were hot- they burnt the buildings- but not a single flame actually came close enough to burn a human. Doesn't that strike you as odd?
Whoever it was didn't actually want to hurt people. They just wanted to scare us."
His face was thoughtful. "Maybe you're right. But that help much. Whoever it was is probably still lurking here, and they may attack again."
"Oh, I'm certain they will." Her tone was totally calm as she considered the possibility.
"So shouldn't we be trying to find out who it was?"
"Not really. They'll be back. Right now, they don't want to be found. They met with power here that they weren't expecting, and they need to regroup. Why waste time and energy looking? They'll show themself when the time is right."
"So you're just going to let someone with that much power run around Minas Tirith in the meantime." he said flatly.
"I told you, they're not a threat. Nothing I can't cope with."
"Just how did you come to that conclusion?"
"This. Someone playing silly tricks. It's the sort of stuff that I might have done- would still do actually," she confessed. "But if someone is going to waste that kind of magic on childish jokes, they obviously don't know what they're dealing with. It's probably a hired troublemaker. Don't worry, they won't pose much of a problem."
Despite his discomfort, Legolas found himself listening to her. She sounded so matter-of-fact and assured. Gradually, the annoyed expression on his face gave way to one of resignment.
"Done complaining now?" she asked brightly, standing up and shaking dirt from the wet cloth of her gown. "You really should find a change of clothes. I don't know if you'd noticed, but yours are a little damp..."
He glared.
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