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Faeirex
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Date Posted: 16:23:39 04/06/02 Sat
Roused from her reverie by the cry of the elf, Faeirex looked round. The horse was in bad condition, obviously, but there seemed to be more to it than that. Swiftly, she moved to the trembling creature, resting a calming hand on its hide. She turned to Legolas (Had he told her his name yet? She didn't think so. Mental note to herself- don't call him Legolas until he's introduced himself.) However, before she could begin to extract the reason for his anger from him, she heard a sharp crack whistle through the silence of the dawn. As one, the two turned to look in the direction of the sound. Crouched there was a girl. How many people were walking in this blasted forest today? Had all of Minas Tirith decided that now was a good time to descend on her quiet solitude and spoil her plans?
Looking more closely, her heart gave a sharp twist. The girl was a faery. Why now? The sudden appearance had to be more than coincidence. Silently uttering every curse known to Man, Elf, Dwarf or Hobbit, she firmly grasped Legolas' bow arm. He could shoot the irritating little creature later, once she knew what it was doing here. Cellius was going to have a lot of answering to do. Time for another personality shift, obviously.
"Stay here." she murmured quietly to Legolas, leaving no room for argument. No need to confuse him any further.
Faeirex walked forwards, her face set, until the little creature was right in front of her. She bent down, bringing her own blue eyes to the level of the faery's brown ones. Keeping her tone low and menacing, she spoke.
"I don't care who you are or what Cellius has sent you here for. I'm just not interested any more. Keep your tidings of evil doings to yourself. I'm sure you know better than to bother me, so I can only conclude that you're here to send the Elf off on yet another meaningless quest. Don't bother. He's busy."
The girl wouldn't spoil things for her now, she couldn't. Beneath her icy shell, Faeirex was a tumbled mass of conflicting emotions, desires and fears, and the faeries would not claim the one thing that she had to look to, the one thing that her confused mind had to hold on to in her time of turmoil.
She caught herself. She couldn't form attachments. She had known him for a bare few hours. Faeirex reminded herself, once again, that by the time she was through, he might be dead. She couldn't go through the stages of mourning again- it would destroy her.
So he had helped her- helped her through her brief transgression into the downward spiral of self-pity and fear. Just don't forget that it was his appearance that had started it off. Standing tall again, she gave the faery a carefully contrived look of disdain.
"Run along."
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