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Laeriel
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Date Posted: 02:00:47 04/06/02 Sat
Laeriel stood crouched like a cat behind a tree at the edge of the forest. Her large, brown eyes were unmoving, transfixed on the figures she could barely make out in the distance. She breathed quietly and tried not to make a sound, not even to blink, she knew they would hear her. She knew Legolas at least would hear her, she could not say about the girl. That girl, she didn't like her. That girl gave her a queer feeling. Lómódë, or thats what she called herself (Laeriel was sure she had a different name), was not telling Legolas the whole truth. Whether or not the whole truth was bad, she could not say. All she knew was that she must get to Legolas, and this girl was in the way. From what Laeriel heard of their earlier conversation, she knew that Legolas and Lómódë were going to the palace, that meant not getting Legolas alone for a long time. Maybe she should just go back home and tell her father it was useless, she didn't have much time to tell them now anyway. Whatever the danger was that was coming, it couldn't be very far off now. Perhaps it was best for her and her people to sit quietly in the forest and leave this to the Elves and Men. Our time is over, she thought to herself, Why chose now to make our presence known? Laeriel let these thoughts spin in her head for a few minutes. She spent so much time thinking that she let her mind wander from the task at hand and she carelessly shifted her position; her foot stepped square on a large twig. The snap echoed through the forest, it was the single loudest sound Laeriel had heard in days. Damn it, stupid me, she thought to herself. Legolas and Lómódë turned around and looked square at Laeriel. Though they were far away, she knew they could see her, their vision was just as sharp as her's. Legolas began to walk towards her. Laeriel was completely unarmed and helpless. As she watched Legolas reach towards his bow she suddenly remembered the last words her father said to her before she left, "Be wary, Laeriel. Don't let your guard down, not for a momment. Their safety depends on you, the knowlege you keep could save their lives." Laeriel suddenly felt very childish and stupid. Why didn't she just keep focused on her task at the momment? Now her cover was blown and she would probably be killed before she could have a chance to speak with Legolas, or King Elessar for that matter. With a deep sigh, she stood to her full height (which was not very tall, she barely reached 5 feet), brushed a strand of blonde hair from her eyes, and walked into the clearing towards Legolas and Lómódë.
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