They stood there in a silent face-off.
King Sassy-Face of Smirkwood had his eyebrow raised (again) and Emma looked like a deer caught in headlights. It ttook hirty-two seconds before Emma actually did something.
She didn't know what to do, what to say, so her mouth took over while her mind worked high-speed, "Ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm." She then proceeded to do the only thing she could think of; shot him a cheesy grin and said, "Hi?"
With that, she turned around and ran as fast as her legs could carry her.
Taking random lefts and rights, she was sure she heard him chasing her. That was verified when, after about a minute he bellowed in frustration, "GUARDS!"
She whipped her head around and there he was, four feet (approximately) behind her. Panic made her go even faster, plus the sound of several more pairs of feet chasing her. She ran through a large room filled with books, another large room filled with instruments, another large room with nothing in it, a small room with little bottles in it, a room that was in between large and small that had bolts of cloth in it, the throne room (she almost ran off the root bridge there...), and just as she passed the door to the dungeons once again, she started to lose the feeling in her legs and she chanced a glance behind her. He was still there, followed by a few guards (whom were unfortunately not Zippy and Carl) and they looked just barely out of breath. Stupid, fit, elven men... or guys... what do you call them? Males?.
She turned her head just in time to see the wall in front of her face, before it all went black.
Emma blinked her eyes open. Her head hurt like... like... it hurt too bad to find a simile to describe it. What had happened? She looked around and saw King Sassy-Face (she was almost positive that she was going to call him that forever now) looking at her with a triumphant smirk on his face.
"What happened?" she mumbled.
He sniggered. Wait, sniggered? King Sassy-Face of Smirkwood reduced himself to sniggering? Wow...
Anyways... he sniggered, "I do believe that you have run into a wall and given yourself a rather nasty concussion."
"I... ran into a wall?" Emma was shocked... actually, she wasn't. It was just the sort of thing she would do. She tried to sit up, but the pain in her head made her so dizzy, she slumped back down onto the pillow... Of course that only made it worse.
King Sassy-Face examined his nails while he said, "I wouldn't do that if I were you."
Emma scowled at him and crossed her arms. He merely smirked. After a couple of minutes, he sighed and looked up at her.
"Now, I would really like to know the name of the girl who is stupid enough to run into walls," he said (sassily).
Emma's scowl grew darker. There was no way she was telling King Sassy-Face her name. Oh no. Never ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever. Ever. A devious though entered her head. She could give him a fake name...
She sighed in resignation (it was a fake one of course) and said sadly, "My name is... Yodella."
The Elvenking's mouth fell open, "You are jesting!"
Emma was careful to keep her face expressionless as she shook her head and said, "I am absolutely serious. My name is Yodella."
King Sassy-Face shook his head in awe, "I have never heard such a ridiculous name in my life."
Emma was trying very hard not to laugh, so, she turned her back to him, saying, "I am very tired. Please go away. Your ever sassy presence is annoying me. Immensely."
To her surprise, he got up and left. Wow, she never saw that coming. She gave it a good minute and a half before she burst into hysterical laughter.
A couple of days later, Emma was so bored, she almost got up and bashed her injured head on a wall again. Thinking better of it, she decided to think of more names she could call King Sassy-Face. She eventually had a couple thousand (that was an exaggeration, more like a couple hundred... the possibilities were endless), so she gave up on that and examined her room for the hundredth time.
It was a very beautiful room, made mostly of roots and the bed was extremely comfortable (yes, it was also made mostly of roots).
To her surprise, the door swung open and in entered the rude elf (no, not Sassy-Face), what was his name? Legoless? Legless? Giving up, she settled with looking at him expectantly.
He narrowed his eyes at her and sat in the chair by her bed. Narrowing her eyes right back at him, she crossed her arms.
"You were very rude to my ada the other day." he said sternly.
"Your Wahoogawhatsit?" Emma had no idea what the heck an ada was... and she wanted this annoying elf, person, thing to go away.
He looked vaguely surprised and said slowly, as if he was speaking to a child, "My
ada, my father?"
"Whatever. Is King Sassy-Face your father?"
The MED (Mysterious Elf Dude) scowled, "You're doing it again. And yes, he is my father."
"I'm not sorry." she said, crossing her arms stubbornly.
Suddenly, MED grinned, "Good."
That confused her. He was grinning at her... after she had been impolite to his father...
MED continued, "You're the first person to actually be rude to him and it'd refreshing. I know it sounds disrespectful, but he is really getting on my nerves lately," he said conversationally as he propped his elbows up on his knees, "He has been keeping me cooped up in here most of the time, I'm only allowed into the forest once a week. I mean, that is ridiculous! I know there are spiders and stuff out there, but Tauriel and I are more than a match for them."
Emma's mouth was slightly agape.
"And not only that," he continued, "But he is trying to get me to marry elleths I haven't even looked at twice! And he is sooooo strict! 'Legolas, don't do this.' 'Legolas, don't do that'... I'm sick and tired of it!"
He stopped for a breath. Emma was thunderstruck. This elf, this Legolas, comes traipsing into her room, looking all big and bad... and he suddenly starts complaining about his father! I mean he has a point and all, but this is rather sudden...
Suddenly (he's a rather sudden person)he asked, "What's you're name?"
Without thinking she said, dazedly, "Emma."
"Emma... that is a nice name."
Of course she then realized her mistake, she was supposed to be Yodella... Inside her mind, she was throwing a small tantrum. She had not meant to let that slip.
Legolas suddenly got up, saying, "I must go now, my father had wanted to speak to me. Is it alright if I talk to you again?"
"Ummm, sure..." as abrupt as it had been, it was a rather entertaining conversation. He left the room and she stared around, still a little shocked.
After another few days, she was summoned by King Sassy-Face. She waltzed into the throne room, Zippy and Carl following (it seems they had become her personal bodyguards or something...), bowed dramatically and said in a over-majestic voice, "His Royal Highness, King Sassy-Face summoned me?"
She grinned at the scowl on his face and winked at Legolas, who was wearing a very convincing scowl of his own, nevertheless, he winked back.
"I have been informed, that you, an elf, do not know your own language." the Elvenking said sternly.
Emma sniffed and looked around lazily while saying, "Yeppers."
Scowling even more, he asked, "Where are you from, Yodella?"
She almost blew her cover, she had forgotten about that name... But it wouldn't have mattered, Legolas blew it for her, "But father, her name is Emma."
King Sparkly-Robe (one of the names she had thought up while bedridden) looked shocked, "She told me that her name was Yodella..."
Emma couldn't. She just couldn't hold it in any longer. She burst out laughing so hard, she fell onto the ground. Yes, it made her head hurt, but it was either that or bursting.
King Sassy-Face was really angry now, in fact, he looked livid, "Is this true, that your name is, in fact, Emma?" he said in a deadly calm voice.
All Emma could do was nod. She had actually embarrassed King Sassy-Face in front of a whole bunch of his subjects. The effect was most certainly invigorating.
The Elvenking got up from the throne he had been lazily draped over and prowled (yes, prowled) down the dais. Coming to a stop directly in front of her, he put his hands behind his back and began prowling again, this time in circle around her.
"I still want to know where you are from." his tone betrayed nothing.
"I told you, I am from Rivendell." Emma said.
His voice came from behind her, "I sent messengers there to inquire and guess what?" his voice was right next to her ear, "They know nothing of you."