| Subject: Maybe she's not so bad... |
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Laeriel
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Date Posted: 02:40:38 04/09/02 Tue
Laeriel cooly stared at Lómódë. Arrogant wench she thought to herself as she saw the way Lómódë reacted to her. Her speach did nothing for Lómódë, save to slightly ammuse her, Laeriel could see it in her eyes. This always happened, always. Yet again, Laeriel had been pushed aside, dismissed. Underestimated. As she watched Lómódë walk towards Legolas, she bit her lip to stifle a wave of anger that swept over her. You may have been here longer than I, Laeriel thought to herself, But we were here in the beginning, Lómódë, and so shall we be here in the end. Laeriel was tired of being ignored.
She was about to start speaking again when she saw Legolas and Lómódë turn back towards her, she had been so busy controlling her anger that she missed their entire conversation. She could see, though, a definate change in Lómódë. In the momment that she caught her eye, Laeriel felt her feelings towards Lómódë change-slightly. No longer did she seem annoyingly arrogant and condescending, she seemed almost scared and alone. It was at this time Laeriel let her guard down, and let Lómódë and Legolas truly see her. There stood before them no longer a pushy, overconfindant girl, but a strong, determined faery. She had the appearence of a human girl of about 18 years. Her eyes were very large, and the deepest brown imaginable; perfectly contrasting her sandy blonde hair. Her hair was long, it fell well past her lower back, and was wavy at the ends, as if it would curl if only cut a bit shorter. She was extremely small of stature, but not stringy and weak looking. She obviously had well developed muscles in her arms and and legs, most likely from climbing trees all of her life. Her skin was pale ivory and flawless, with a few freckles accross her cheeks. She would be considered a great beauty, if it not were for the way she carried herself. Though well past 1,000, she seemed but a child, uterly innocent and free. Her garb was not that of sophistcation either. She wore a dress made of a muslin type material. Her arms were bare, as were her legs up to just above the knee. Her dress was all one piece, and would have been shapless, if it not for a thin, golden rope looped just under her breasts and criss-crossed down to where it tied at her waist(think roman style toga). Overall, she gave the apperance of someone who did not know, and did not care that she was beautiful.
Laeriel watched Legolas as he came towards her, he was still wary of her. No doubt because of the way Lómódë acted towards her arrival. He seemed to trust Lómódë; And Laeriel began to wonder if maybe she was judging Lómódë to harshly.
Legolas and Lómódë stood now before Laeriel. She straightened up, took a deep breath, and prepared to speak.
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