The_Elf_From_America_THE_QUEST - Part Twelve
She ignored the comment and nodded. He sat near an open fire roasting chicken.
"Have a piece," he offered.
She walked over and sat down taking a piece of chicken eating it hungrily. He was surprised at the Princess but made no comment. He rather enjoyed the entertainment of watching her eat. She seemed like a ranger not an elven Princess of King Aragorn's Court.
"We have to leave in three hours. We must walk and not stop until we have reached my friends."
"Why can't we leave right away?"
"I fear Dario might have gotten wind about this place. There is a guard up there."
"So? You afraid of one guard?"
"They are probably listening right now. When I say guard I mean ruffian term one ever three feet poised to attack."
"I can wield a weapon amazingly well."
"I don't doubt that," he smiled. "But there are many. We have to leave I three hours."
True to his word, three hours later, Valmarias opened the tunnel. She climbed up beside him.
"So who is this 'friend'?"
"He's a renegade dwarf from Erebor. He will give us food and provisions before we leave."
"Yes," he paused looking up at the tunnel and offered her his hand. "Come."
She refused it and climbed up herself.
"Now we can travel at a comfortable pace?"
"What do you mean by comfortable?"
"We don't have to run. Tell me more of Gondor and how it has changed."
She sighed not wanting to talk of Gondor. "It hasn't. My life is still as dull as ever."
He looked up at her in interest.
"Dull? Do tell."
"Well although I was trained well in the skills of weapons, it was always my brother's duty to go on missions and adventures. I became restless. Then my father said he wished to have me married. No thank you."
"I was in the middle of running away when I was captured."
"You got bored eh?"
"Is there something amusing?"
He met her eyes.
"I just didn't feel the need to get married."
He stood gazing upon her knowing why she was wanted. She seemed to read his mind.
"Please don't look at me like that."
He quickly turned.
"Sorry about that."
"So how is your father?"
"Why all the questions? He is well."
"I am curious."
"Do I have permission to ask you a question?"
"Sure what?" he turned.
"Who are you?"
"I have heard your name before."
"I know you. You were exiled from Minas Tirith from Gondor."
"That is another matter. No concern of yours."
"It is if I am the Princess of Gondor."
"Pride. It was the bane of Thingol."
"Middle Earth may be yours, Prince," Elenya said to him sharply, "but what can you do with it? You cannot take the world with you. It holds no love for you no meaning for you."
"Oh I shall rule it. For as long as I live, I shall rule Middle Earth with you as the queen by my side."
"You never give up do you?"
"You have no choice."
"Oh do I not? It is my choice whether I want to be yours or not. You cannot have me. I am not to be had for the wanting."
"Then I shall take you by force."
"You can't take something like me by force. I am a free spirit a wild thing. There is only one person who has ever been able to tame me, yet I do not know where he is at the moment."
"I know of whom you speak. And I know exactly where Legolas is."
She looked up at the Prince. He took her hand.
"Do you wish to see him?"
"Yes, yes! Please! Where is he?"
"He lies in my dungeon under my control."
"Take me to him at once."
"I don't take orders from anyone, Elenya remember that when you speak to me. The only reason you go to see him now is by my good graces. Come."