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Unlikely Assassin [06 Feb 2003|06:07am] [ mood | determined ] Vorladien has been distancing herself, spending much of her time with her parents. The war is just over the horizon and it has caused both of us an incredible amount of stress, so I let her go. At times, though, I can not help but feel a bit worried and isolated, for, where am I for her and I fear that her fear of me leaving is taking her away from me. No, no, Legolas, what are you saying? She loves you...You love her... I love her... And I refuse to lose her, but my mind is riddled with thoughts of my father. *sighs* He is destroying my life and the life of everyone around me and if I have to stop him myself, I will. I am packed and ready to depart. As of now, no one knows of my leaving except for my two children, to whom I have left a lock of my hair in case something happens to me. To my wife, I left a note... Melethril - By the time you read this, I will be on my way to Mirkwood. Yes, I know that I said that I would stay with you and the children, but this must be done. My father has destroyed all that I hold dear, and what he hasn't destroyed, he is going to eventually. He sent Galatea to murder you and that has not left my mind. His treachery runs deeper now and if I have to stop him now I will. My Light, I love you more than words can describe. I hope you know this, but for your safety as well as our children's I go to face my father. Whether or not I return is in the hands of the Valar now and our love for eachother. Our children both hold a lock of my hair, clenched tightly in their little fists. They will grow up strong and happy, whether I be there to guide them or not. You are a strong woman, Vorladien. You have survived so much. You can survive this. I just hope I can... Do not, please do not send ayone to come find me or save me. No other lives should be lost and this is something between my father and I. I love you, My Light, My darling wife. You have given me so much more than I could have ever imagined, made me so much more the elf than I was before you came into my life. You are always on my mind and in my heart. Take care, my lover.... Your melethril, Legolas Will she send someone after me, will she pursue me herself? I don't know... But what must be must be... And what must be done, must be done... Farewell, my love... Onward I go, to Mirkwood... let's hunt some orc

So Many Questions and No Answers... [31 Jan 2003|06:07pm] [ mood | confused ] [ music | Estel fussing in his cradle, Altime trying to sleep... ] My mind has been plagued with horrible images; visions of my own death, one that is sure to come if I fight in this war. I know this, my wife knows this, and that is why both of us have decided to stay. I have too much to live for now. My duty is now to be with my family, my wife and children, and I will fight only if the fight comes to us. I know I will be labeled a coward by some, noble by others, but none of it matters. Vorladien is happy, I am happy and I refuse to change that. What Celeborn feels, I do not know. Vorladien reassures me that he will agree, but I will always have a fear of being out of favor with him. He is the closest thing I have to a father now. Thranduil and his kingdom are my enemy now and I am not sad by this. I wonder how he is though, where his mind is. He used to be so calm, sensible, albeit materialistic. What happened to cause such a change? Why has he fallen into darkness? How could he be so weak? Will I be like him and betray my family as he betrayed his? So many questions and no answers... And so little time to answer them. let's hunt some orc

My Newborn Family [24 Jan 2003|10:54pm] [ mood | cheerful ] It started out so nicely. Vorladien was sparring with me, in the glade where we had trained for almost one thousand years. I humored her and allowed her to win once and a while. Despite her disability of an oversized belly, which made her sluggish and easily tired, she threw a few good punches and kept my shoulders quite sore. After our argument a couple weeks ago, I had been trying to keep her happy and occupied. If she wasn’t going to fight in a war, she could at least fight with me. Aragorn and Arwen watched us from a safe distance, laughing as Aragorn spoke of the Shieldmaiden once again. Vorladien was taunting me, as if she didn’t know that she was winning only because I was letting her. In an attempt to subdue me, she pulled me close, her leg wrapping behind mine, causing me to hit the grassy arena with a sharp thud. She slowly bent over (the best she could, anyway) and ruffled my hair. Her hand suddenly grabbed a large section of my hair, forcing me to my feet as she kissed my face and bit my neck. Gently, I nudged her hand out of the way, hoping that would be enough to make her stop. Instead, she hobbled back, fists up, the gauntlets Luthien gave her raised to meet my eye, defensively. “Vorladien, please,” I warned as she circled me, “Be careful.” “Oh, hush, ONORO!” she squealed mischievously. Behind me, I heard Aragorn laughing. I couldn’t help but laugh myself at my wife’s clever way of mocking me. If she was not so pregnant, I would have given her her comeuppance. Vorladien began to hold her belly then, one fist still raised, chest moving more prominently as she breathed harder. Smiling at how quickly she was slowing down, I grabbed her wrist and gently yanked her against a nearby tree, pinning her against its massive trunk, her wrist held above her head. She blinked in mock fright, her head against the tree, stray hairs falling in her eyes. “Oh, you brutish elf!” she exclaimed overdramatically. “What are you going to do to me? Beat me? Kill me? Ravish me?” Laughter erupted from all four of us, my forehead touching hers as I looked into her eyes, grinning. “Oh, aunt,” Arwen finally spoke, “you would enjoy that, would you not?” Vorladien nodded happily in response and focused her attention on me again. “What say you, my lord?” she whispered, breath caressing my face. I opened my mouth to speak but before any words could escape, I felt Vorladien forcefully shove me off of her. She leaned back against the tree, face clenched in pain. She slid to the ground, groaning and sobbing, her arms hugging her body, legs spread uncomfortably. I fell to my knees taking Vorladien’s hands in my own. "Now, Love?" I asked, rubbing her hand in order to comfort her. Her head was damp with perspiration sweat dripping to her strawberry golden hair. She nodded quickly as she struggled to gain her composure. Gently yet quickly, I pulled her to her feet, taking her up into my arms to carry her away. Under my hand, I felt a distinct dampness in her gown from where her water broke and I looked to Aragorn and Arwen, who had already jumped to their feet to aid me. Nodding to them, I began to run, the crying from my wife becoming louder every second. Through the woods, I moved, back to our bedroom, our two companions following close behind. I lay Vorladien down and undressed her. Her groans were becoming harsher, more strained, as the contractions got closer together. Arwen moved closed and sat on the edge of the bed. I looked to her and pointed towards the door. "Find Galadriel. We need her here now." I said quickly. Immediately, she rose and scurried out the door leaving Aragorn and I to calm my wife. The Dunedan left to fix Vorladien something to ease the pain. When he returned he had a mug of dark, emerald liquid. He handed the concoction to me and I put it to melethril’s lips. She winced in swallowing, face turning in disgust once she was done. "Never again am I letting you do this to me, Legolas! Two! This is IT!" she hissed, hand gripping at my arm. I chuckled and kissed her head, but said nothing. She deserved her caustic remarks at this moment if it made her feel better. Besides, I knew it was the drink talking. Arwen soon returned, followed by the Lady of the Wood, who had a surprisingly calm look on her face. She looked to me, then to Arwen, then Aragorn. "Leave us. She needs her space..." she said, her deep, noble voice getting us all to our feet. As I began to walk away, she raised her hand and gestured for me to sit back next to her daughter. "Not you, Legolas. You said that you wished to stay and stay you will." Arwen pulled Aragorn out of the room, her arm grabbing at the crook of his arm, as she closed the door behind them. Galadriel ignored them and looked at Vorladien. "How do you feel, daughter?" "Like a Balrog is clawing at my stomach! GET THEM OUT!!" Gently, Galadriel knelt in front of her daughter, hands spreading Vorladien’s legs to help her. Vorladien clutched my hand tightly as I stroked her hair, speaking gently to her, hoping that something, anything could make the birth less painful. Her entire body tensed as she pushed, hand squeezing my own to the point of numbness. My mind was spinning as I heard my wife call my name, screaming so loud that any louder and the entire Golden Wood would have heard her. "MELAMIN!" she shrieked, eyes meeting my own. "I’m here, melethril. Just keep pushing, close your eyes, and think about who they will look like…" ~*~ I waited for her to wake up after the ordeal. As she slept, I held her lovingly in my arms, laying beside her, our noses close to touching on the pillow. Outside, the second night’s sun was falling, casting autumn shadows on the wall. I leaned over and kissed her nose to get her attention. "You have been asleep for about a day now." I said softly, kissing her nose again. She said nothing and snuggled close to me, her body still weak. "Altimë and Estel came out fighting. It is no wonder you are so tired." "Altimë? Estel?" "Our daughter and son..." "Where are they? I want to see them..." I got up slowly letting her go as I went to the corner of the room. There were two cradles, matching, the fiery light from the setting sun casting shadows over them as if to keep from disturbing the two sleeping children. I slowly picked Altimë up and carried her to her mother. Vorladien rose slowly, lethargically and took our daughter in her arms. I soon returned to the cradles and picked up our son, who, already wide-awake, looked up at me attentively, bright blue eyes alert yet placid. He cooked as I lifted him from his bed, gravitating back towards Vorladien, who had begun singing to Altimë. "She looks like you..." I remarked as she sang. She nodded and looked to Estel, her soft voice trailing off as she stopped singing. "He looks like you...and yet..." she touched Altimë’s face. "The look like each other..." Tenderly, I reached down and touched Estel’s cheek. Instinctively, he reached a hand up and touched my hand, small fingers curling the best they could around my palm. Looking around me, I watched Vorladien with my daughter, me with my son, and somehow I felt dizzy, dreamy. I had a family now, a home… And I would not let my father or this ward that he was starting take that away from me. let's hunt some orc

All You Care About Is Yourself... [19 Jan 2003|08:01am] [ mood | guilty ] “No…” “But, My Lord, you’re not even listening to what I have to say…” “Because I know that what you have to say is foolish, so again, no…” This had been the conversation the entire night (or more accurately, the entire week). There has not been a day that goes by where she and I are not arguing about her fighting in this war that was sure to come very soon. Vorladien pleaded with me, begged, tried to reason with me to somehow change my mind but I would have nothing of it. We stood in our chamber, the door closed so that no one could hear us. Outside, the lingering evening dragged peacefully, as if trying to counter the fact that the tension and hostility between my love and I was growing. Fighting with her was the last thing I wanted to do, but she left me no choice. There were many things working against me, it seemed. Vorladien, as could be expected grows more and more irritable and confrontational and she is infinitely aware she cannot do as much as she normally would. I have tried to keep peace, I have struggled to not push her more than I should, because it will harm her our children if I do… But this time… “Legolas, you are beginning to sound like my father…” she continued again, as she dragged herself from the bed and over to me. I shook my head, trying to conceal the fact that I was getting angrier and angrier. “Good.” I hissed. “Maybe then you would listen to me…” “I can do this, melamin.” “No… you can’t…” She stood behind me then, her arms wrapping around my waist in a manner that I learned that week was to try and get me to agree or change my mind. However, her gigantic belly made it nearly impossible for her to make it all the way around so she kept her hands on my hips and kissed my shoulder blades. “Why do you have such little faith in my, My Love….” She whispered. I turned around to meet her eyes, my face washed over with shock and disgust. “Little faith?? Vorladien, you are pregnant and even now, if you had the child, who would take care of it? Your mother? Your cousins? It is not their responsibility, it is ours! I will let you leave them alone without at least you. They need you… I need you to make sure that they have you… Because they might not have me…” Her face sunk in sadness, eyes darkening in anger. “You just want to keep me in, Legolas, hold me back like my family did for so long! You are no different than them! How dare you thi—“ That was it… “LISTEN TO YOURSELF!” I bellowed, interrupting her. I have never yelled in my life and I couldn’t believe that I was yelling then, but I also couldn’t believe what she said to me. “YOU HAVE GONE BEYOND CARING ABOUT OR FOR OUR CHILDREN AND HAVE ADVANCED TO ONLY CARING ABOUT YOURSELF! THIS ISN’T ABOUT ME NOT LETTING YOU FIGHT, IT IS ABOUT YOU PROVING YOURSELF TO HALDIR AND YOUR FATHER THAT YOU ARE NOT A LITTLE GIRL ANYMORE!” She said nothing… her eyes welled up with tears as she began to cry, sobbing silently in front of me. However, I didn’t touch her, I did not try and console her. I felt so cold then, hateful…. I felt like my father… “If you want to fight, then fight, but then you will have nothing to do with me, for you will kill our children, you will kill yourself, and you will kill me as well…” With that, I turned and walked briskly from the room, the heavy door opening and slamming behind me as I left my only love, broken and hurt, in the dark corridors of our room. ~*~ I stayed away from Vorladien for the rest of the evening. I felt so ashamed of my behavior, of how I let myself yell and callously ignore her sobs. I sat at the Northwest border, looking up into the sky at the wind blowing from the Misty Mountains, but it laid no peace on my mind. How could I do that? Inside my head I kept hearing a voice, a low guttural voice hissing into my mind. You don’t love her. You don’t love your children. You will leave them both and get yourself killed. You will leave her alone. In my heart I knew that none of this was true, that there was no possible way that I all of a sudden I would lose love for the very woman I would die for, but I could not help but feel so guilty. All I wanted was for her to be safe, but I also want her to be happy. Maybe I shouldn’t fight either… How can I not fight, it is my father… I just don’t want her to be alone… “Legolas?” I suddenly heard behind me. It was Arwen, dressed in her gowns, a cloak wrapped around her body. “I heard the yelling…” she got silent and came behind me, standing over my body like a statue. “I do not wish to speak of it, Undomiel. Just leave me be…” She moved up beside me, her head resting on my shoulder. “I went to talk to her. She was not crying because she was hurt, she was crying because you were right. She still wishes to fight, but she also wishes for the safety of her family.” I looked over to her. Her dark brown hair, fell over my back, mingling with the golden in my own. Her eyes met with mine and for a moment things got very silent. “…what else did she say, Undomiel?” “Well, she said that she loves you more than life and the thought of losing you would be devastating. And she said that she has less than half a season left before the children are born and she needs you there for her.” I blinked. “Less than half? But, that’s nothing but a couple more weeks!” She nodded, nestling close to me like a child hugging its mother. “I know… She can feel the children moving inside of her more and more. They are restless… They want to get out….” I saw her smile as she hugged me close. “She will be fine, Legolas and so will you…” Kissing her forehead, I smiled to myself, my heavy heart lifting happily as we sat under the moon. “I know, Arwen…. Everything will be fine…” let's hunt some orc

Two Weeks Back [14 Jan 2003|02:51pm] [ mood | working ] It feels good to be back in Lorien again. At first I was nervous returning to the Golden Wood, but now that I know that Vorladien is happy being back, I am more at ease. The whole time riding back, we discussed what names we wanted for our children. She was strangely quiet, thoughtful, listening to me babble about meanings and quaint combinations. I finally decided on the names Elen and Estel, the latter, of course being in honor of my dear friend, Aragorn. I am sure he will like the publicity. It's strange, but we've been in Caras Galadhon for over two weeks now and have been pretty much alone. Perhaps Vorladien has seen her mother about and hasn't told me or our presence just is not known, but the halls where we have resided all these years have been eerily peaceful and silent, like a graveyard. As every day goes by, my wife's stomach grows larger, twice as much for the load she is carrying is double what we had originally thought. However, with the growth of our children is the growing knowledge that she is becoming incapable of doing as much as she used to. I admit that it is partially my fault, as I am very adamant about her not straining herself. Her frustration is more visible by the day and I am just about her only outlet for her pre-maternal irritation with me. He smiles to himself, quill twisting in his hand as he continues writing. We spent most of our time yesterday relocating my possessions from my room to hers, a sort of ritual, one could say. It wasn't all that difficult, but with my fear of her doing any sort of heavy labor, I found myself dragging gargantuan chests and various other cumbersome objects to our room, Vorladien persistently demanding that she help me. It was almost like listening to a young child that was very set on getting what she wanted. It is just part of my influence, I'm afraid. She has grown just as stubborn as I am. I wonder about Aragorn sometimes. He is so two-sided that it is very hard to decipher or who he truly is. This issue with the Shieldmaden has just about plagued my mind as much as his, amusingly, and I seem to be bent on getting him to go back to Rohan, but I have gotten nothing but excuses off of him. He tells me that he is worried for me, that he barely knows her and then one cannot forget his silences when he sees my skepticism. I suppose it should not any business but his, but he is my friend, my brother in fact, and I just want him to be happy. Is that so wrong? I don't think so.... Well, that settles it... I'm going to pay a little visit to Rohan... let's hunt some orc

Two Instead of One [10 Jan 2003|12:21pm] [ mood | shocked ] I had been walking for two days, my body weak and weary from pain and exhaustion, a feeling that, as an elf, I almost never felt. My face was scarred from my walks through Fangorn, my hands bruised, my eyes dark, my hair disheveled. As I walked along the Field of Celebrant, I dimly saw an elven woman on a horse approaching me, her hair blowing in the evening’s breeze. I could not recognize who she was, but she rode with better skill than I had ever seen in anyone before. However, my mind was less on her skill than to the woman that I saw seated limp in front of her. The passenger was tattered and ragged, her face cut and dirty, arms in her tattered gown bruised in various grotesque patterns. The dress was a wedding gown… The woman was my wife… As I walked to them, the regal horse stopped to my side. His cold nose nudged me, as if reassuring me. I smiled to myself, my eyes staring in disbelief at the rider’s beaten passenger. “I told her that I would not let her come to harm…” the rider said to me, her eyes twinkling in the dimming light. I was completely stunned. What could she mean? Who was she? “Your wife is safe, Legolas. Your offspring is safe…” I looked to her. “Who are you…?” She gazed into my saddened eyes and began to sing a familiar song to me, one that I heard only one person sing before. Lady Luthien… For a moment I couldn’t move, but eventually, my body shaking from shock, I bowed low to her then took Vorladien’s hand. The weak, slender fingers, slowly wrapped around my hand and I felt some strength return to her body. “mela…min…” she squeaked, her hand clutching mine. Immediately, I reached up and, as if her instincts told her what to do, she fell into my arms, off the horse, her face buried in my chest as she slowly started to cry, tears staining my shirt. I held her close to me as if it were for the first time, my arms lightly comforting her. “Thank you, Luthien…Thank you so much…” She nodded, her face shining happily. “She needs her rest, Legolas. I shall ride ahead and meet with Glorfindel and Haldir. I suggest you do the same.” I looked around. I had long since dispatched my horse and had no way of getting there quickly. Knowing that, Luthien looked to the wind, the sound of her whistle echoing through the night. Soon a horse with no rein or saddle came riding forth, black as night, with a silver diamond on his head. It was one of the mearas… “She should be able to get you there where you need to go quickly enough. I know you will take care for her. Thus is the way of a husband so true of heart…” With that, she turned and rode off into the night, leaving an injured, ragged Vorladien in my arms. ~*~ Vorladien was quick to embrace me when we were alone. Her arms gripped me tightly, as if hanging on for dear life and she kissed me repeatedly on my face and neck, lips gaining more strength by the minute. Eventually, much to my dismay, I had to force her to lay down and rest while I set up camp. The entire time, I could hear her whimpering and pouting like a young child, her pleading voice calling out to me. The fire was lit, and a blanket was laid out underneath her and, heading off, I went to go gather some food. When I returned, there she was, naked, wrapped in the blanket I set out. The wedding gown I fashioned for her sat crumpled, forgotten, next to her. I could see the bruises on her shoulders more clearly now, unobstructed by her wedding gown. They were not as dark and ominous as it could have been, but it was still unbearable to look at. “I brought you some food. I figured you would be hungry…” I whispered as I sat down next to her, calmly skinning the animals that I caught. She smiled gently and shifted closer to me, her head resting on my shoulder as I began to cook the food for her. Things remained in silence for the time. Words were not needed… We were just happy to be together again. When I finished cooking, I got up, leaving the food near her to eat. I walked over to my pack that had been nothing but a burden since I left and pulled out a plain wrapped package. As I returned, her eyes followed me, her attention set on the package in my hand. “My Lord, what is in that?” I shook my head and gestured for her to keep eating. She did so without question and, as she did, I occupied myself by tending to her wounds. The bruises were quickly fading, but some cuts still lingered on her fair body. Pulling bandage after bandage from my pack, I wrapped her wounds, kissing her cheek and the nape of her neck whenever I heard a whimper or a hiss of pain. She finished eating, I finished tending to her and soon, once more like a young child, she turned to me, her eyes sparkling with innocent curiosity. “Tell me, what is in the package, Legolas!” I smiled and started to unwrap it. Inside were a brand new hunting dress for her, and a new belt. As I pulled it out, her mouth gaped, eyes beginning to tear with happiness. “Oh, Legolas, it’s beautiful!” she whispered, her naked, bandaged arms reaching around my neck to hug me. I released her after a bit and gestured to the package again. There was more there than she let me show her. She looked down into the ripped parchment and saw two simple crowns, one female one male, both polished and cleaned. They were the crowns that we had worn at our wedding… Once again things turned silent and, as I helped her into her new dress, she kept proceeding to kiss and caress my body, yearning fingers trailing over my body. The dress was eventually put on her when we finished, I looked her over. She was as beautiful as always, despite the cuts and scars. There was something oddly appealing about the way she was bruised, the patterns of scars and the shapes of the blemishes made her body stronger somehow, more enticing…if that was possible… As I stared at her, she nudged me, her eyes looking down at the package. “What of my crown, Love?” she giggled, her hand continuing to nudge me out of my trance. I obliged and picked them both up. She took mine from my hand, leaving hers in my own. Raising our arms over each other’s heads, our arms crossed like an arch, we each set the other’s crown on our heads, in sync with each other. For a while we just looked at each other, happy again, overjoyed then, as if it were the first time, we kissed each other, lips pressed together feverishly as we held each other in a way that quickly led to more. ~*~ “Do you feel anything different in my womb, Legolas….” “I think our child is more active than usual. It seems to be moving twice as much… His heart is beating twice as fast…. Why, is there something wrong?” “No…. Legolas?” “Yes, Vorladien?” “We are not having just one baby…..we…we are having twins” “…..what…..how….how do you know….” “I can feel it and so can you, melamin….” I feel faint, my body becoming limp as I stare into the morning’s dim light. TWINS??? “Are you angry, My Lord….?” I shake my head, still stunned on the ground. “Angry…no…..I can not be angry about something like this…. I am happy, overwhelmingly so….yet….shocked….” Vorladien puts her head on my chest, gently, her eyes closed shut contently. My arm wraps around her gentle waist, making sure to mind the blemishes on her. “I am so happy, My Lord. You will be a wonderful father to both of them….” I smile, my eyes set on hers. “Vorladien?” “Yes, My Lord?” “We need to think of a name….or two….” let's hunt some orc

At the River Entwash [09 Jan 2003|01:34pm] [ mood | exhausted ] It seems as if I can not make it to Mirkwood nearly fast enough. I have ridden so much that my horse has grown exhausted and listless. With my constant fret and the growing pain in my body, I decided to dismount the horse and send him on his way. There was no point in the both of us suffering, I say. The pain has grown in my body… Speaking with Aragorn a few days ago, I remember what I said: I feel her pain... Damn it all, every pinch, every stab of pain I feel in my heart the minute she is harmed.... She is dying, Aragorn and I am dying with her... May the truth be known to everyone after this about us. Now I do not even care what happens, what anyone things. All I wish is that she return to me, love me as much as I do her, so that we can raise our child together, live our life without this constant pain and suffering. Without interference. Now, I sit near the Entwash, listening to the trees, looking into the river. It’s water is soothing to me and despite the fact that my body is weak and weary from worry and sadness, I can not afford to keep my eyes closed. Should I travel to Lorien and throw myself at the feet of Lord Celeborn and Lady Galadriel, begging for forgiveness for stealing away their daughter and putting her in danger or should I keep going to Mirkwood. By now, they have probably already reached the borders, Haldir especially. My father has launched a war against his own people… Something about it just doesn’t seem right. As crazy and domineering as Thranduil has been all these years, he never would have done something so reckless and stupid. Not to his own people… There is something else at work here, I fear, something bigger than my heart has room to tell, but for the time being, my goal is to free my wife and bring her home for good… He looks at the mountains in the distance and the long trail of river stretching North, past Lorien, to Mirkwood Damn it all… I should have taken the more perilous route… At least it is shorter. (OOC Holy Dingo Shit, what has happened to my writing… I blame my school system. It’s sucked the creativity right out of me… Someone inspire me, for God’s sake. Vorladien, Love, I need your sweet call… Spark some of my buried talent, please…) let's hunt some orc

Ride to Mirkwood [06 Jan 2003|10:58am] [ mood | worried ] Legolas, my "son" I have regretfully had to take the next stance... I have your "Wife".. I will not let her bewitching go on.... she will die.... I have declared war, upon lothlorien.... Welcome to War. ~Thranduil of Mirkwood In my shaking hand, I hold her bloody wedding tiara that I made for her... It used to be so beautiful... now, it was tainted, broken....Dead.... As I read the letter, I began to remember the night before. Things have been so well... we married, we celebrated and, oh by the Valar, this is all my fault!! No, I must not think about myself right now. My wife needs me, she needs help, but I can not help but feel this guilt, this shame.... If I had never come back none of this would have happened.... she would be safe, her people would be safe.... And I would die alone.... As I pack up my things now, I think of how I need to handle this on my own. I pack my quiver, my bow, my daggers and head out. As I leave, I see the form of Glorfindel greeting me, his eyes full of anger and concern, but not anger towards me, which is a relief. He tells me how he wishes to help and I do not protest. I need him, she needs him. We ride, up the River Anduin, towards the realm of Thranduil, my father.... My enemy.... (OOC: This is probably the worst thing I've ever written, but what can I say? I'm sitting in school right now, trying to be creative and inspirational.... Damn private-school education...) let's hunt some orc

Inner Thoughts of a Growing Family [03 Jan 2003|01:14am] [ mood | thoughtful ] I could feel the thump in her stomach, the feeling of growth, of life.... Days upon days have past, time has grown shorter it seems, but as every day progresses, the life grows larger. Already it has started to show, beautifully, under her soft garments.. It will not be long before she will not be able to wear them... Not long now... I find myself become less and less patient, wanting the moment to come when I will look into the beautiful eyes of my child, hold it, love it. I ask her what seems to be every day, "How long, how much more time must I wait?" I am ready to be a father... Listening to Aragorn speak of the Shieldmaiden, I hear a lot of myself, a lot of how I was before I really knew Vorladien. I told that it only gets worse after the first observations. But at the same time it only gets better. Sometimes I wonder if I had ill intentions coming to Lorien for the first time, if through all these years I had another plan in mind besides that of a teacher. If so, then perhaps Celeborn and Haldir do have reasons to suspect and doubt me. Especially now that I'm in exile... Oh, by the Valar, the word has probably reached them of my expulsion from Mirkwood. I know my father and, for his own pride, he would not give the specifics, but for my own humiliation would tell all forests of what had happened to me. If asked what the specifics are, I will either decline revealing the information or...just tell the truth... No, I can not tell the truth. Vorladien's integrity, her reputation would be at risk if I said anything so, for her sake, I will probably end up lying. However, I do not know what I would say... What I could say that would not seperate us... Glorfindel seems grieved over something, though I do not know what. I hope he knows that now I feel a certain connection to him, a kinship, as it were. He trusts my wife... I hope he knows that he can trust me as well... let's hunt some orc

"A Disgrace to Your Title" [01 Jan 2003|11:00am] [ mood | rejected ] A knock was heard at my door, so much more early in the morning than I usually got. I opened and the same messenger from the previous night handed me an envelope, the same manner and style as I had written. It was my father. He was in a disconcerting hurry to write me back I could tell, for as I opened the letter, I saw that the handwriting was hasty, shaking, uneven. Thanking the messenger I sat on the dais, my knees pulled up to my chest as I sat and read. To Legolas: He didn't call me his son... In centuries past, you have been a loyal son to me. You took your duties, no matter how inane or time-consuming without question and you never ever disobeyed me. Recently though, you had become rebellious, headstrong, and to some degree disrepectful to me and to your kingdom in general. Your time was spent too much in the presence of Man, especially with that so-called king, Aragorn. For the longest time, I looked the other way and prayed that you would one day change and rule your kingdom as you were raised to do. However this, Legolas, is inexcusable! I sighed heavilly and read on, knowing that the next few lines could be none too positive... Your relationship to Lady Vorladien was that of a teacher and pupil. Nothing more... You served her, you mentored her and you kept your inhibitions and feelings to yourself! If I had known you were so out of control and unable to restrain yourself, I would have never have allowed you to teach her. Of course, I can not say that I didn't see hints of this unnatural love before, which is why I sent you away in the first place to do my duties for me. I thought that the time apart would have helped and that, once you returned home, you could get married to your own countrymen and not darken the halls of Lorien with your scandalous display. And now you come to me, expecting me to drop a vow I made centuries ago because you ravaged a woman and she is now with child... My "son", you are wrong and quite fantastical if you believe that this outrage can be tossed aside as something trivial. You disobey your mandate to continue your work abroad, you do not return home, you have a child out of wedlock despite your vows, you plan to marry in secret to another, and you have the audacity for me to like this, to rejoice for you. Legolas, you are a disgrace to your title and you don't deserve to keep it... The choices you offered me are very clear, very bold, and I will respect them and give you my final order. You are from this day forth exiled from the woods of Mirkwood. Come as you are, retrieve what possessions you need, and depart. After that, if you step foot in my wood, you will be arrested for disrespecting a sentence lay to you by your king and will be tried for treason. Your "wife", as you choose to call her, will have a similar sentence laid upon her if she decides to come here pleading your cause. In the annals of our history, you will be known for this scandal and your children will never be able to clean themselves of the fact that their father was a prince forced into exile for his lewd, unrestrained behavior. I am sorry, Legolas Greenleaf, but you must pay the consequences for your actions. Farewell, boy, and may our paths never cross again. Regretfully your father, ~~Thranduil~~ I closed the letter slowly then, tears of both sadness and anger streaming from my face. I had expected this sentence, but still the truth struck me like a knife in the back. I knew that what I did was right and necessary for the future of Vorladien and I, and yet a certain amount of grief pained me. "A disgrace"?? After all the years I had served him like some slave, after I saved him from public ridicule because of his jewel-mongering with the dwarves, after all of that, he calls me a "disgrace"! I clenched the note tight in my fist and, placed it in my pocket, my eys cast to the chest where my clothes were being held. I opened it and looked inside. My royal clothes were folded on the very top, neatly, preserved. I pulled them out and looked at them for what seemed to be the longest time then I gathered every court-appointed clothing I owned and walked out by the River Loudwater. There, along the sand and stone, I set up a pyre and let it aflame. It glowed a devilish red against the cool greys, greens, and blues. I looked at my garments again, thinking of how at one point, I would have been proud to wear such things, but not now. Not anymore... With shaky hands, I tossed the clothes into the fire and spoke a death prayer to myself, a farewell to what I was and a greeting to who I was now. For hours, I sat and warmed myself agains the burning remains of my rule and finally, as the last flame was exhausted, I watched as the wind took the ashes of the garments and sent them blowing like memories into the morning sky. I stood then and turned back, returning to the Imladris, my heart heavy, but my hopes for my future light. I smiled as I walked the corridors of the city, sitting out in the courtyard, reading the letters again. Nodding, I tucked it away in my pocket tenderly, as if preserving this hurtful reminder. But I didn't feel as sad anymore because there were other things on my mind at the moment. I had a wedding to plan... let's hunt some orc

Farewell to Mirkwood [01 Jan 2003|12:27am] [ mood | sad ] The evening was quiet on our fourth night in Imladris. The moon glowed full, completely opposite to when Vorladien and I fled Lorien. Inside our secluded room, I sat at a small table, my only lighting, a single candle that stood mere inches from my hand. In our large, bed, Vorladien rolled over in her sleep, clutching the pillow where my head would have been warmly, whimpering and cooing quietly to herself. I would return to bed soon, there was just something I needed to do first. Pulling out a quill, ink and some parchment, I began to write: To my father, It has been almost 70 years since I was home. I miss the woods, the palace, the mountains, the Forest River. You have me betrothed, I know, to a woman I know little about. I am sure your intentions are well, getting me to marry as you have attempted and marry I shall, but not to her. My path lies now with the Daughter of Lorien, Vorladien. I love her intensely father, as I have for centuries now, unbeknowst to you and the rest of Mirkwood. I returned from my duties as prince for one reason only: To be with her. I know that as soon as I set foot in your wood, that I shall forever be seperated from the woman who has given me love, caring, joy, and eventually, a child of my own. We have not married yet, and this child is, by your disgusting definitions, "unnatural". My life has started anew, Father, with or without your support. Sighing, I looked over at Vorladien. She was still fast asleep, her face illuminated a soft amber from the fire of the candle. I turned back to the letter: So, I give to you this proposition: Either you drop this ridiculous endeavor of forcing me to marry a woman that I have never met much less love or you must find yourself a new heir, for I will not return to the Woodland Realm without my true wife and my child by my side. I am sorry, Father, that things had to come to this and I hope that you understand that you can not put a title on love. I can not leave her again. I will die, or at least wish to. An eternity of misery is not a price I wish to pay to be the heir of your kingdom. With that, I leave you with these words: I have always respected your decisions, even if I didn't agree with them. This is just another such occasion. Perhaps your choice would have been easier, more convient, better, but this "mistake" that I am making is one that I will ne'er leave nor stop loving. I love you, Father, and I do hope our paths cross soon. Your son in the Wild, ~~Legolas~~ I sealed the envelope slowly, stamping it closed. I stared at it for a long time then. What are you doing?? I kept asking myself, but my answer was given as I looked over my shoulder into the listless face of my sleeping wife. Getting up from my seat, I grabbed my robes and quietly as a soft wind, I slipped from the room, closing the door silently behind me. At the gates of Imladris stood a lonely messenger. I reached him and handed him the note. "This letter must reach Thranduil of Mirkwood immediately!" I demanded. The messenger nodded in adknowledgement then, attaching the note to a great hawk, sent it flying into the night sky. I was suddenly filled with a small sting of sadness overcame me. I knew that from this point on that I was no longer the son of Mirkwood, for in my fathers eyes, I would no longer be the son of Thranduil. Goodbye, my father... May the future treat you kindly and happiness find you as it has found me.... Farewell let's hunt some orc

A Love Growing Inside Her (PT 2) [31 Dec 2002|02:14pm] [ mood | good ] Vorladien and I gathered up our clothing and began to dress, while discussing our plans for the future. A very short time had passed since Vorladien told me the news of her pregnancy and with this change in story, our plans to go to Mirkwood had to be severely altered. "It's too big a risk," I muttered, as I put my leggings back on. "Unfortunately, you can not go home either." "We could if Mother understands..." I shook my head. "It is not your mother I fear..." She looked to me sternly. "Do not fear my father, Legolas. He would not dare harm you...not if I order it." I sighed and looked down in shame. "It is Haldir I worry about..." I hissed, painfully resigning to the fact that I had admitted to such a thing. I gazed upon her to see that her eyes had darkened with anger, as she clutched her hand in a fist. "Onoro will not dare harm you, or I will indeed ne'er forgive him!" I leaned forward and kissed her head, whispering gently to her to mollify her. Before long, her eyes began to sink closed, her anger lost in my touch. I held her to me and kissed her lightly about her face. "We shall go to Rivendell and from there decide where our path will take us..." "We simply can not tell Elrond (perelda) what is going on..." I nodded knowingly. "Undomiel will be there... She has told me that he knows nothing of what is happening between us... However, it would be best to simply avoid his presence for the time being. Do not worry, Vorladien, we will only be in Imladris as long as we need to..." She nodded, smiling tenderly. "Rivendell...Glorfindell and I had grown as childhood family there... He should show us the places we used to hide." As we walked back to where our party waited us, we discussed what was to become of them, since our future did not lie in Mirkwood anymore. "Glorfindel needs to return to Lorien, and you know he would not leave my side. Aragorn returns to Rivendell anyhow, so he shall follow us..." her eyes went dark for a moment. "We shall leave this to Merenwen to decide for herself..." she said, her voice slightly cold and distant. I nodded and started walking towards Merenwen's horse, wondering why she sounded so forlorn, but shrugging I went over to speak to Merenwen before returning and riding off with Vorladien, Aragorn, and Glorfindel towards Rohan, and back up to the city of Imladris. ~*~ It has now been 3 days since we arrived in Rivendell. 9 days since we left the waterfall. The effects of Vorladien's conception have not quite settled with her yet, and she seems to be quite comfortable with the love that's growing inside of her, which is good. Arwen has been in and out of conciousness, due to an accident that happened when we arrived. However, Vorladien has not seen her, nor have I since it happened. Perhaps I should do that later on tonight. We have done well to avoid Elrond (perelda) as much as we could, but I am not sure how long it will last. For now, Vorladien and I rest, looking out unto the water and autumn leaves, discussing things that we remember, and things still yet to come. let's hunt some orc

A Love Growing Inside of Her [31 Dec 2002|10:09am] [ mood | happy ] We made love behind the cover of a waterfall, on a grassy patch of land, in the cool damp shade of a cave. The wet curtain brought us an unspeakable privacy, a time alone that, with the Dunedain and our people, we were not able to get. As she lay, resting, I had gone swimming, bathing myself in the cool waters of this hidden stream. I was so content in my thinking that I did not notice the bandaged that bound my wound had slowly begun to unravel from the rush of the waves and by the time I had returned, it had fallen off into the river, never to bind or quell my pain, or the death that Eowil-Gang warned me would come if I were ever to remove the bandage from my side. I crawled back up into our asylum, groaning painfully as, once again, I felt the pain torment my body. However I clenched my jaw and dragged my heaving body to my clothes, which lay a short distance away from Vorladien. She immediately noticed my pain and rushed over to me. I could hear her calling my name, fearfully, almost yelling. "My Lord, My Lord!! Are you all right!" I looked over to her, then down at my wound. The poison had begun to spread. As it gently poured into my veins, it left a green tint of little rivers onto my skin. She stood and walked to me, looking down to examine the wound. Immediately my pain flowed into her body as it did when I pulled the arrow from her body and she fell to her knees, sobbing uncontrollably. I felt my heart sank and for a brief moment, I forgot my pain, the fact that I was dying and rushed over to her. "Vorladien! What has happened?" I cried, believing that some other force had acted and harmed her. She was shaking furiously, her hand gripping the Rose of Luthien, which lay against her naked breast. Ignoring the fact that the pain was increasing at a rapid pace, the length of the poisoned veins growing longer and closer to my heart, I reached to touch her, my mind filled with concern. "My Light, are you all right? You are shaking like a leaf..." She pushed my hand from her harshly and looked at my wound, crying loudly. "My lord, please, suffer no more!!" Growing paler by the second, I grabbed her shoulders and looked into her eyes, but the image was becoming blurry, nothing more than a clouded figure of a beautiful woman in front of me. "Do not worry about me....What is the matter with you??" "You, Legolas!! I faulter because of you! Oh, that wound is paining you so....." Her clouded face was green with illness and worry. Suddenly, I felt a feeling of incredible sadness and guilt. She was suffering, crying, shaking because of me, because of the fact that I was too proud to allow her to ease my pain. This scar is a rememberance of my fault and for that I keep it, I thought to myself, but now what have I done to my wife? Why can I not see how much I am hurting her??? I shrunk my body away then, so pained from the guilt. I felt my will to live dry away like water in the sun and I lay myself on the grass, my eyes staring at the ceiling of the cave, waiting for the death to take me. "....i am sorry, Vorladien....." I soon felt her hands touching my head as she looked into my eyes, her warm tears falling onto my face like rain. "Please, my lord....please do not hurt any longer...." I was slipping in and out of conciousness and her words were becoming more scattered, broken to me. "what of....family..... wished....have.... the child.....i......bear....." was all I could hear. I painfully reached up to her face for what I concieved to be the last time and touched my ice blue hand to her face before falling into darkness. ~*~ The light was glaring in my face as I heard a rush of water. I opened my eyes slowly, dreamily and looked about me. My body was covered with a blanket on this same grassy patch, but I was alone.... and I was alive. Was it just a dream, all of this? I weakly began to sit up and frowned sadly. Could it be that none of what I had been experiencing all this time was a mere vision and I was still roaming Middle Earth alone? I couldn't think of any other reason why I had lived, why I suddenly felt no pain in my side, why.... I touched my wound...... Why the scar was gone........ All of a sudden, I heard the familiar humming, the sounds of a woman that I knew singing. The sounds neared and soon the outline of a woman appeared behind the falls, soon appearing the gentle, naked form of my wife, My Light, Vorladien. "How do you feel, my lord..." she cooed gently, crawling over me, kissing my forehead. "Surprisingly well." I said, a look of distant confusion washing over my face. "I am in no pain..." Her tears started falling, her face now smiling happily as she embraced me. "That is good, melamin...." I hold her for a time, overjoyed that what I have felt wasn't a dream, but something still plagued me. "What happened to me, Vorladien... Where is my scar?" She parted from me, her face once again sinking into sadness. "I watched you dying...and I was dying with you..." I looked off into the water, slowly remembering the events of the previous night, or whenever it was that it happened. I wasn't so certain anymore. "....I was dying......" I squeaked. She nodded and put her forehead to my temple. "Yes...but I could not allow you to leave this world yet....for your child needs a father...." My heart jumped as I heard her words and I stared at her, wide-eyed, my mouth struggling to speak. "M....My child....?" Her eyes were shaky, yet assured. "Vorladien, you are with child?" She nodded silently and put her hand to her stomach. "I can feel it..." Still overwhelmed, I sighed gently and took her in my arms. "Oh, my love...." I breathed, my hands touching her as if they had not felt her presence for centuries. "Oh, My Love, My Light, this is wonderful!" Tears began to well up in my eyes as I embraced her, so overwhelmed with happiness, I was. I kissed her all over her face, which was wet from tears of joy. The tears tasted salty on my lips, but I didn't worry nor fear, for I knew that the tears were for the best and not for pain. "A child! Oh, Vorladien!!! I love you, I love you...." I felt her body relax against mine, her eyes soft. She looked as if she were as overwhelmed with sudden happiness as I was. "Vorladien," I whispered, "You saved my life...You are giving me another one." She smiled. "If you are happy, My Love, then so am I." I looked at her with a slight hint of concern. "Why would I not be happy? I have now all that I have ever wanted!" She placed her hand on her heart and without speaking a word, she said to me, Mine in yours....and yours in mine....forever till the end of time.....Forever we shall be happy, my lord. I slowly lay her down and getting up, I moved down her body, placing my ear to her stomach. Inside, I heard the tiniest thump of life within her belly and I closed my eyes and began to speak to my unborn child. "hello in there...... I'm your father.... You will one day rule an entire kingdom.. Perhaps two..." I said with a smile. "Your mother is perfect, she is the Light of Lorien... Inside of her the spirit of Luthien dwells... I don't deserve her... but you do..." My words were quiet and gentle as I turned my head and kissed her stomach. She pulled me back up to meet her and looked me in the eye firmly. "Our child deserves us both. Just as we deserve eachother." I just smiled, my face touching hers. "I love you, Daughter of Lorien...with all my heart..." "and I love you, Son of Mirkwood...With all that I am..." Benignly, I pressed my hand to her stomach and kissed her cheek. "Perhaps we should give some of our love to our little one..." She giggled and placed her hand atop my own and with that we lay down again in the patch of of hidden grass and stone and discussed where this new event would lead our path. let's hunt some orc

Scarred Memories [30 Dec 2002|07:14pm] [ mood | nostalgic ] I half stood against the tree, heaving and coughing. I helped a small village in Rohan protect themselves by fighting a band of orcs that had been seen in their realm. I had underestimated my situation, convinced that I had the upper hand against these creatures. After all, they were just orcs... There were twenty-seven orcs against me and I had prepared myself for a band far less equip and large. I smote most of them, but three had cornered me. It all happened so quickly... They did not kill me, they left me to die.... Why, I never have been able to figure out, but there I was, amongst the festering bodies of orcs, panting quietly in pain. The cut in my side was deep and trailed from my rib to my waist. Blood rushed from the wound, staining my hand as I attempted to cover it. Soon I saw some figures appear before me, faceless and hooded. Prince of Mirkwood... a voice said, calm and melodic... Can you hear me? I nodded faintly and smirked. "I am an elf, stranger... I could have heard you on the other edge of Rohan...." Always the joker... I laughed a bit at my comment, but shut my eyes suddenly as the pain increased. I felt my skin pale and I became dizzy. My body trembled, my breathing quickened and I doubled over in pain. Rest, My Lord....Just hold on... Darkness.... hold on...... I woke up in a darkened room, the sun peeked through the heavy curtains, leaving a strange wisp of a beam shining in my pained eyes. Gathered around me were three hooded figures, much the same as I had seen in the wood. As I began to stand up, a hand reached to my shoulder , forcing me gently back down again. No, my Lord... You must rest.. I looked at the hand. It was as white as bone, slender and old, and yet I was not afraid. "Where am I?" I croaked, my throat dry, my body weak. You are in the house of Eowil-Gang... I shook my head. "Eowil-Gang.... I have not heard of this lord...." She is no lord, young prince, he is a healer, of sorts. You were wounded in the wood. We managed to extract some of the poison, but unforunately, your wound will not every fully heal. This scar you shall carry with you for your entire life... I opened my mouth to speak, but the three figures had already begun to leave, drifting across the floor and shutting the room's door behind them. Gathering up what little strength I had, I pulled myself out of bed and stood in front of a great mirror. They had bandaged my wound with a strange cloth, unlike any that I had ever felt. It was soft, flexible, and felt light against my skin. Slowly I started unraveling the bandage and the brunt of my wound was revealed to me. It was deep, red, a vilainous cut that pierced my side. Around it, little rivers of sickly green spread from the wound, where the poison had entered my veins. The pain was less, almost nonexistent, at least I thought so... Suddenly, the pain surged back into my body, causing me to hurl myself against the mirror, shattering it against me. Shards of glass rained down on me, embedding itself within my back, hands, and back in the wound that had already seen it's share of pain. As I writhed and cried out over the broken glass, the three figures came in again, all reaching to lift my convulsing body from the floor. Soon they cleaned my wound and wrapped it in the cloth again. My lord, you must not remove that bandage, lest the pain take your life. That bandage that can be done to quell the torment, too keep the poison from claiming you I looked at them. They looked back, at least it appeared that way. And again, they drifted from the room, leaving me laying in the dark, the pain of my cockiness keeping me from rest or ease. ~*~ For several days, I lay in bed, looking out into the night. I wasn't completely sure of where I was, but the view of the mountains and a river would have put me... somewhere, oh, I did not know... I realized early on that I had never seen this Eowil-Gang, nor had I seen anything outside of the room where I resided. Finally, when I felt that I had the strength, I rose, and ventured out. The home overlooked a great courtyard, much in the same way I remembered things in Imladris. The trees were lush Everywhere, there were hoods, cloaks and sallow hands, working, saying nothing to one another but interacting somehow. As I limped past, they would stop and watch me with shadowed faces. I felt like an amusement, an abhorration to be gawked at. I walked as far as I could go and stopped, leaning against the wall. Soon, I felt another hand on my shoulder. Come, Master Elf, Eowil-Gang wishes to speak to you... I was led into a room much like the one I had stayed in and left alone. It was dark, bare, save for a pyre and a modest seat in the center. As I stood there, I heard quiet, uneven footsteps. I looked over in it's direction and from a shadow came a child, a little girl who looked to be no older than 11 or 12, cloaked but not hooded as the others had been. She walked up to me, eyes wide and wise. "Greetings, Legolas Greenleaf... I am Eowil-Gang." I stared at her. "You? But you are nothing more than a child!" "A child to your eyes, but far older than you may imagine...." She came to me and put her hand on my side. "This wound can not be healed. Unfortunately, you will suffer for an eternity. The bandage, as you may have heard, is all that can be done to ease the pain. After a time you will be able to remove it for a while. However, leave it off for too long or try to ignore the pain, and it will take your life, somehow..." I looked down with confusion and said nothing. How could I say anything to that? She tugged on my shirt and forced me down to her level. With that she put her hand on my forehead and closed her eyes. "You are missing someone from your past.... She misses you as well.... You know of whom I speak" I gaped and nodded. "Go to her, prince, for once your mind and heart is concentrated on her, your mind and heart will suffer less or perhaps, not suffer any longer..." With that, she turned and slunk back into the shadows... I left that morning, going west to the Golden Wood, to reunite with the one person who could finally heal my wounds, whatever form they could take.... 3 orcs shot| let's hunt some orc

A Family of My Own [30 Dec 2002|03:31pm] [ mood | peaceful ] "...Do you ever want children, Vorladien?" I asked her as we sat, side by side, looking over the River Isen. We had taken an unexpected turn and arrived in Rohan, days off from our original course. At first I was uneasy about it. Galadriel had stated that she could only give me a weeks time before suspicions would start to rise in Lorien. However, after spending some time with Aragorn calmed me and lifted my weary spirits. I just knew that we couldn't linger... "Why do you ask, melamin?" I heard her say. I looked in her eyes. They were soft and full of love and caring. "I ask, My Light, because I've always wished for a family of my own. My father wants me to have heirs... I just wish for my eternity to be complete..." I felt her slender fingers stroking my face, hands tracing over my skin. She pulled my head down and kissed my head, fingers buried in my hair. "Legolas...My Lord.... I would be more than happy to bear your children...." she whispered, her words breathing on my forehead. It seemed bizarre for me to ask, so out of place under the stars, and yet I could not resist the urge. Very few things in the world would have made me happier than to hear those words. I wrapped my arm around her waist, bringing her closer to me. Her head rested on my shoulder, nuzzling my neck and there we sat until sunrise, speaking of little things, who we wished our children to resemble, how many, plans for a future that was still uncertain, and nothing more now than idle fantasy. let's hunt some orc

The Darkened Path of the North Wood... (revised to no end....) [29 Dec 2002|02:52pm] [ mood | anxious ] On horseback, we rode, cloaks flowing in the breeze, following the Great River north towards the Gladden Fields. Merenwen Minyatur and Vorladien followed me closely, unsure of the direction we were headed, unsure of what was to befall us. How did it come to this, that we rode through the night, swiftly away from the Golden Wood? A memory of the events this evening flowed through my mind, as I recalled. The guards in the West wood had recklessly shot her in the ankle, mistaking her words for that of an orc. I had been out with Arwen, talking of trivial things, butterflies and horses, when I saw in the corner of my eye, a figure in white, ethereal, gliding along the cobblestones. It was Galadriel, Lady of the Wood and Vorladien's mother. Immediately, a sense of terror overcame me. Many times, I have heard stories of her reading the thoughts of others, speaking to those who are far away without moving a lip or giving an upward glance. This fact frightened me more than words could describe and I made futile attempts to clear my mind of all thoughts of Vorladien. Meekly, I nodded to her, hoping that my gesture would disguise my unease. She stopped and turned her head, looking towards me, a serious expression on her face. "Do not fear me, Legolas...for it is not I you must fear..." I opened my mouth to respond, my mind contemplating many people who, at this moment, I should be fearing, wondering exactly which future foe I should do my best to avoid. However, before I could speak, Arwen had risen to her feet, greeting Galadriel as any family member would. Galadriel returned the greeting benignly, smiling as she hugged Undomiel. I found her amiable nature of no comfort and rose to leave, my steps moving hastily to the wood. I do not suggest you leave, Prince, so willing abandon his realm... I suddenly heard, the voice of the Lady of the Wood invading my mind. I stopped dead in my tracks and looked over to Galadriel, who looked back sternly. She then turned to Arwen. "Come, both of you," she demanded, "judgment will be taken for a guard and my daughter cries in pain..." With that she turned and glided away, up the stairs of the palace, Arwen and I following close behind. "Legolas," I heard Arwen whisper, "calm down!" Legolas Greenleaf, Galadriel's voice called again to my mind, I can not stop her... But I can not control him... I looked back to Arwen then, taking her hand in my own, pretending to not hear what I did. "No, dear Undomiel," I whispered back, "I have too much to fear..." * * * * * The night was darker than usual. The moon was trapped behind thick herds of clouds, leaving an eerie black mass in the sky, speckled with starts that did not seem to shine as proudly as they have been known to do around Lorien. Even the lights of the city seemed to darken and cower as Galadriel, The Evenstar, and I climbed the endless stairs to the palace. Not a sound could be heard, nothing except the faint cries of someone in pain. I couldn't make it out entirely, but it sounded too much like my Light, my melethril. Finally, we entered the wing where both Vorladien and I resided. Galadriel, turned and looked to us, her face grave and serious. "Celeborn shall deal with a guard, for my daughter has been shot... we must find her before her father discovers her..." I glared at her, suddenly filled with rage and worry. My eyes darkened as I thought of the image, of my lover, my wife, being shot so carelessly. I knew now that the cries I heard were her own and I looked to Galadriel, fist clenched so tightly that my entire arm ached. "Where is she?" I hissed. She turned her head and nodded in the direction of her quarters. Without waiting for her kin, I bolted in the direction, fearing the worst. Soon, after winding around what seemed like an endless labyrinth of halls and rooms, I came across the injured Vorladien. Haldir was nearby, doing his best to comfort her, and there seemed to be no sign of Celeborn around. Slowly I walked to her, past Haldir and kneeled in front of her, looking with concern at her sallow complexion. Her blood trickled from her ankle and seeped into the left knee of my leggings, leaving a villainous black stain. Soon, Arwen appeared and held my wife, taking the standing Vorladien's hand in her own. "Mellonamin! What has happened?!" she cried, her eyes welling with tears. Before she had a chance to answer, we all heard a voice. "Yes, my daughter, what has happened?" We all whipped around to see the frowning, angered face of Celeborn, eyeing the gathering around his child. Immediately we shrank back and lowered our heads. Vorladien, as pained as she was, tried in vain to cover the wound with her gown. The blood, which had pooled onto the floor was soaking up into the hem of her golden skirt, staining the delicate silver leaves adorning it with the agonizing hue of a needless injury. "What has happened here?" he demanded, his voice composed. Haldir looked to speak yet silenced himself and continued holding his cousin up. I looked away from the concerned king and concentrated my attention on Vorladien, who was looking more pallid and sickly by the second. Finally, Haldir, who had mustered up his courage to speak, broke the silence. "She's wounded, my lord. I found her as thus. What has happened, I am not sure. only she can say" Arwen and I both nodded in agreement and looked to Vorladien. She gazed over at her mother, who had appeared, standing close to Celeborn, her arms entwined with his. "With what our daughters will respond, my Lord, " said the Lady of the Wood, "do not let it drive your heart to anger..." Vorladien, as if instructed to do so, bent over, tears staining her face, and pulled her skirt up, revealing the arrow which had been the source of such commotion. Celeborn said nothing, just looked, his eyes darkened with concern. Galadriel blinked quickly, and for the first time, I believed I saw a hint of suffering in her eyes, but it was short-lived. She moved past Haldir and Celeborn and gathered up her skirts, kneeling down as I was, in front of Vorladien. "I am in need of someone to pull the arrow out of her...." she remarked, looking to every one of us for a willing party. No one seemed to speak then, each one of us looking to the other for encouragement. Finally, I spoke. "I will do it...." I croaked sadly. I looked up and saw Arwen looking down at me in shock. Her lips parted and she mouthed the words Don't do it.... to me. I shook my head and turned to Galadriel, who nodded in recognition. I reached for the arrow and almost had my hand around it when Celeborn put his hand to my shoulder, stopping me. "No, she should not be standing on such a wound! Get her to a place where she may lie before continuing with such a procedure..." With that, Galadriel stood and nodded in the direction of her room. "All of us to her quarters..." She looked at me. "All of us!" I looked to my wife, my eyes meeting hers. "Lady Vorladien, do you need assistance?" She nodded quickly and put her hand to my shoulder. "I c......cannot walk....." "Very well," I whispered, and wrapping my arm around the backs of her knees, my other on her back, I lifted her up. She put her arm around my shoulder and rested her head against mine, sobbing loudly. Arwen, ever the friend, stroked her hair as we continued to Vorladien's quarters, uttering comforting Sindarin words to her. When we reached the quarter, Haldir, who had been following in silence opened the door for me, meeting my eye so briefly that I wonder now if I had actually seen it. I thanked him quietly and lay her on the bed, her sunset colored hair, resting on a collection of pillows. As Celeborn and Galadriel walked in, Vorladien again attempted to hide her pain, biting her lip to muffle her whimpers. The blood was flowing more freely now, staining the silver blue sheets of the bed. I seated myself at the foot of the bed. Arwen sat in the chair by Vorladien's head and again did her best to comfort her. Haldir, noticeably worried yet seemingly emotionless, stood off in a corner, away from the bleeding princess. Galadriel moved up the side of the bed and sat at the head, putting her hand to her daughter's forehead. "Son of Thranduil....will you do what you had said?" she said to me, her eyes meeting my own. I looked at her and nodded, turning to kneel on the corner of the bed. Exhaling heavily, I wrapped my hand around the arrow. As painless as I could manage I pulled the arrow from her ankle. The sound was sickening to me, screams of pain from my wife and the hot, tormenting gurgling of released blood and the ripping of flesh. Perhaps it was all in my mind, but it resounded through my ears like a nightmarish spell, like a thousand fears that had come to haunt my already suffering heart! I winced and slid down the side of the bed, wincing as if it was I who had been shot. My gaze met Arwen, who winced back sympathetically, seeing in my eyes how the task had affected me. Galadriel, moved to the other side of the bed and, placing her hand on Vorladien's ankle, healed it using the powers of the ancients. However, I couldn't rejoice, couldn't feel relief. My body shook like a dying tree in the windstorm and my heart, I heard breaking as it pounded in my chest. Then, something happened that in all my thousands of years, had never happened to me before. I began to cry, the arrow still clutched tightly in my grasp. I brought my head to my knees and sobbed, silently, the still wet stain of Vorladien's blood leaving a circle of red on my cheekbone and eyelid. My tears mixed with the vile mess of my wife's sanguine, and as I cried, it trailed small streams of bloodstained sadness down my cheek and on my chin. I soon felt the soft hands of Undomiel clutch my shaking body. Her hand met mine and slowly uncurled my fingers, taking the arrow from my possession and setting it down on the floor. For a moment, my hand didn't move. The arrow had left a dark red line across my palm. Was it my own blood or hers, I could not tell, but my tears did not cease and the blood did not rid itself from my face. Getting to my feet, I left the room, hiding my face from anyone who might have seen me. I ran, far away from my wife, far away from the arrow and from the presence of the others, into my room. I sat on my bed, the bow that Vorladien had crafted for me, hooked on the bedpost. I gathered it up in my hands, my fingers tracing its intricate design. The sobbing did not cease... The pain did not go away.... Ere long, I heard Arwen appear at my door, silent, standing in the frame. I did not look up to meet her gaze. "It hurts so much, Undomiel...." "I know, my friend," she said, walking over to me and taking me in her arms, "You should not have had to do that..." I shook my head. "It was my choice... I just didn't realize how painful it would be... "All in all, Legolas, the pain is temporary, we both know this, yet I do understand, no one ever wants to inflict pain on a loved one." I gazed upon Arwen, the trails of blood and tears clinging to my face. "You don't understand, Arwen.... I should have been able to hold her, to let her know... but I couldn't....." I sighed heavily. "My heart feels like it's breaking...like I've betrayed her...." She looked down, knowing and full of guilt. "She knows you haven't betrayed her; in her heart she does believe me. And there will come a day when your love is celebrated throughout Lorien. Keeping it a secret now, my dear friend, is just a small price to pay for the years of joy you will ultimately bring each other." I said nothing, putting my forehead to her shoulder. My mind was tortured with images of a life without her, of what would have happened to her, to me if I was not there. Would she had been happier? Would she had found another? Would -- Melamin... I heard unexpectedly. Vorladien called to my heart, in the same manner as her mother. Do not sadden...you have helped me... I looked up, and around for my wife, hoping that she would appear in the door, but she wasn't there. Sad and disappointed, I rose and leaned forward to kiss Arwen?s forehead. "Thank you, Undomiel...." She smiled and stood to face me. "Anytime, Legolas..." I hugged her and gazed at her with concern. "Perhaps you should rest yourself... I am not quite fit to face them yet...." She grinned, amused by my sudden selfless gesture. "No, I believe it is you who should be resting. I will watch over her while you do so." I shook my head solemnly and turned to gather my bow and quiver. "I will find no rest, Undomiel. I am going to hunt, gather my thoughts about me, for my heart is still heavy with guilt and sadness..." With that, I slunk out of the room, leaving Arwen to her own devices. My head bowed in misery, I passed by the door of Vorladien?s room. Inside, I heard Vorladien speak, unaware that I had snuck by. "I know my teacher hurts...I must see to him..." I shook my head and kept walking. No, dear heart, for I will not be there.... I had just about reached the stairwell, when I heard a voice call from behind me: "You ignore your inner cry to see her?" Whipping around, I saw Galadriel, standing mere feet from me, her eyes austere and piercing. Her eyes seemed different to me, bluer, glazed. She had been crying... "I can not bring myself to face her, My Lady... It is too painful..." "Yet your heart cries forth to take care of her..." I nodded and looked downward. "You plan to take her to Mirkwood...." My gaze turned back to her and I paled, shocked that her mother had known of this. "How did you... yes......" "She could come in danger." Sighing, I put my hand to my heart as if making sure it was still intact. ": I know... But if I go alone, I fear I may never see her again. Lady Galadriel, I can not leave her, but I know that I can not remain here." Her face was enigmatic, elusive and she looked me in the eye. "Your father could harm her." I shook my head, almost smiling. "He would not harm her.... It is I who shall bear the punishment for whatever happens, either way...." I approached her slowly then bowed low to her. "My Lady, forgive me, but I know no other way...But I can not live in secrecy and remain hiding from Thranduil for my eternity!" She nodded and placed her hand upon my head. "You know that I fear for my daughter?s safety, but I can not deny her love for you." "I understand, Lady, and I know that I would die before I let any harm come to her... This night has shown me that. If I have to give my life to ensure her safety, I will." Quietly, she leaned in closer and put her mouth to my ear. "I can give you no more than a week to keep her absence a secret..." I backed up and looked at her firmly. "I do not fear him..." From the room Vorladien?s cries could be heard, hurtful sobs whispering through the halls. We both looked then turned back each other. "You both shall leave tonight, at the Northern border. Gather what you need now and I will tell her to do the same..." she whispered suddenly. All I could do was stare wide-eyed at the queen, my mouth gasping for words to say. Instead, I backed up and snuck past the room again to gather my things. As I loaded my quiver, hid the food, rolled the blankets I heard Galadriel?s voice once more. Let not your heart trouble you, Legolas, son of Thranduil. She is the Light of Elendil... Her spirit is strong... Those words brought comfort and as I finished packing my sack, I smiled for the first time that night. * * * * * I sat in the wood, on the branch of a great oak, looking out into the stygian distance. Everything was so quiet, save for crickets and the occasional night bird that flew past. I wasn't completely certain I knew what I was getting into, but Galadriel?s reaction towards our eloping eased my heart in ways that I can not describe. However, I began to wonder if I did have reason to fear the great marchwarden of the wood. His idle suspicions and distrust could only get worse. I knew for certain that one week was not nearly enough time for us, so I left a note that would hopefully buy us some time. It read: To Haldir of Lorien: My return has caused much unease and suspicion in you, I know, and I do not blame your actions. In many ways I respect them. It simply is your attitude that vexes me, but that is not why I leave this note. My arrival was sudden, I know this and yes, my ways have become more that of a Ranger than a prince...This I also know, but nothing on Middle Earth will force me to say that my intentions were not good. You hold your duties strong, Haldir of Lorien, and you will get the recognition you deserve, in time. Your watchful eye does not need to be set on the prince of Mirkwood any longer. I have departed the woods of Lothlorien. I head towards Rohan to press my father's rights there, continuing the duty that I left uncompleted. Continue watching over the Golden Wood and may the Valar protect you. ~Legolas Greenleaf~ Hopefully he would receive it as soon as he returned to his post. And hopefully, it would lead him off our trail. Soon, in the darkness, I heard the singsong voice of my wife calling for me. "Melamin, Melamin..." I looked down and there she was, horse in tow, a hood, pulled over her head. When she was close enough to see I climbed down and landed on my feet next to her. Immediately, she jumped off and embraced me, kissing me about my face, happily and relieved. I returned her embrace and looked her over. There was something very interesting, very intoxicating about the way she moved. Her steps almost glided across the ground, much in the same way I had seen her mother walk: a ghost like floating along, no sounds, and long, graceful movements. She indeed resembled the Lady of the Wood in many ways, but showed the same strong, noble expressions as her father. "You look stunning," I said, kissing her cheek. She giggled and hugged herself to me tightly, her warm body pressed against my own. "I am simply in my hunting wear. You have seen it before." I nodded, but kept it to myself how much I loved to see her wearing clothes other than her royal garments. Her hunting wear was fashioned much in the same way as mine, though the colors were of a more golden, silver hue than mine. The outfit was still a dress, yet it was cruder, simpler. The skirt fell to her ankles and buttoned from the waist up. Along the trim of the dress was a soft, golden leaf design, very characteristic of her people. Her gauntlets also bore the same design. I could see through her cloak that her hair was braided back. Heavens, she was beautiful! We spoke nothing of the night?s events, of my pain, her pain, or of what her mother had said to me, for I am sure the same was said to her. Vorladien, as if apologizing for what had happened, ran her hands down my chest, kissing me gently on the head, my cheek, my mouth, my neck... I laughed at her eager, desperate touching and reluctantly stopped her. "Control yourself, My Light, we have an entire journey and an eternity for such things!" Her face filled with an innocent pouting and she pretended to back away, hurt. "I'm sorry, Legolas... I'm just filled with such a sense of need!" "As am I," I admitted, "but I am suppressing it...At least until we rid ourselves from the Golden Wood!" She nodded and hopped back onto her horse. "Let us go, melamin," she called. "We have the cover of night at our disposal..." I nodded in recognition and climbed onto my horse, which had been long equip with my gear and we rode off towards the North. As we approached the northern edge of Lothlorien I saw a figure ahead of us. Not sure whether or not it was friend or foe I drew my bow and pointed it in the direction of the figure. "Who are you?" I demanded, "Speak now or I shall strike you down before you have the chance to run!" I could hear the voice shake, the breathing becoming uneasy and wary. "Please, Lord Legolas! I mean you no harm! I am Merewen Minuytar. We met briefly in the city. I was merely heading back from hunting when I saw you... I beg of you, Master, please don't shoot!" I sighed heavily and lowered my bow, placing my arrow back in its quiver. "Merewen..." was all I could manage to say. I looked over to Vorladien, who had remained bizarrely silent the entire time. Her face was lit with a soft smile, and an expression knowing, of foresight. Like her mother, I suspected that she had already seen my actions and, therefore, didn't react to them. She dismounted the horse and walked over to the other she-elf, her hand resting on her shoulder in a comforting expression. "You have traveled far Merenwen Minyatur," she said softly, soothingly, "....and it is for the need to know my safety...but this.. I must ask this of you: to not utter what you see here... or you may join us to Mirkwood...on a journey i must conduct.... the choice is yours..." I blinked in surprise. I had not foreseen an extra party on this endeavor, but I nodded, leaning forward on the horse. "Yes, Merenwen, we do not wish to hinder your plans here in Lorien and force you along, but we must be conscious of what happens to us. This journey could either keep us together or separate us for an eternity. I know you understand," I said with a smile. Merenwen nodded, smiling back into my eyes. "I will come with, if you wouldn't mind. I know no one here, and you two have offered this journey to me, without even knowing me...you are very kind. I thank you." With that, she bowed low to us and walked over to stand next to me. "Of course. The travel will take some time and planning, of course, but just gather what you need and join us," Vorladien said, following the other elf back. "Please hurry though. The cover of darkness is our ally tonight..." Merenwen nodded eagerly and ran back towards the city, returning soon after with a small pack and a silver-haired horse, also sporting no saddle or rein. "Masters, I am ready," she whispered quietly into the dark. "Then let us go, to whatever fate may befall us..." I said, taking the lead, starting off, into the Wild, along the darkened River Anduin. let's hunt some orc

Stay or Go [27 Dec 2002|04:13pm] [ mood | contemplative ] I spent most of the night sitting up, watching over Vorladien as she rested. The Light of Luthien had enveloped her and claimed her strength and she lay, exhausted, in her bed. In her dreamy state, as the healers stood by, she called me her melamin and held my hand. I fought the urge to answer and just squeezed her slender hand in acknowledgement. She knew that I wouldn't leave her... At least not now. Had she been well, I would have departed for a short time, sneaking through Mirkwood in order to fetch some provisions that were needed, doing everything I could to not be seen nor heard by the guards and especially by my father. For now, it seems, that I must stay by her side, for if I spoke of leaving, her heart would break from worry or sadness. I don't think I could live with her becoming ill from a shattered heart or a feeling of lonliness. It's becoming less easy and all the more frustrating for us to hide our feelings. Our gestures towards eachother are becoming more open, less subtle and surrepetitious. Soon, very soon, a choice must be made and something must be done... Arwen Undomiel of Rivendell arrived in Lorien to see My Light and how she was faring. I don't know exactly of what they spoke, for I left to give them some time. Vorladien told me that she was considering revealing to The Evenstar our plans, but I'm not sure whether or not she followed through with it. In all honesty, I would be content either way. I have come to realize this one fact: no one is going to be happy about this (at least not completely). The entire forest of Mirkwood and Lorien will be displeased with our action, but I am willing to take that risk. Because either way, something will be lost... 1 orc shot| let's hunt some orc

The Quiet Before the Storm [26 Dec 2002|10:14pm] [ mood | worried ] I tried to stop Vorladien (lorienmaiden) from leaving Haldir (lorien_haldir) and I alone together. The tension between us had already grown to the point uncomfortable silences or cold, subtle bites at eachother's heels. However, there we were, at the top of the watchtower, glaring silently at each other for what felt like an eternity. Finally, I spoke up, my glare unmoved. "Why must you be so hard with me all of a sudden? What have I done?" His arms crossed in a confrontational manner, as he stood his ground. "I am only looking out for her well being." Oh, you jealous, soul-sucking fool, I thought to myself, praying to the Heavens that he would cease his overprotective facade. " Vorladien is almost as old as I am, my friend... She is fully capable of caring for herself..." My eyes grew dark and after a very short time, I felt that my aloof manner was failing me. "Leave the fathering to her father..." I hissed. His expression quickly changed and he frowned deeply. I could see that he was struggling as much as I not to become irrational. "I am only keeping my word to her father. I see her as my own sister. You have no place to judge my intention." "And you have no place to judge mine... My intentions for coming back are good, Haldir!" I was growing noticably more irritated with his presence by the minute and wished that my Vorladien would return. Neither of us moved for a while, but he spoke at last. "Perhaps I don't have that right. But I guard my family with my life. I only trust you as I do because it is what Vorladien wishes." I had to respect his devotion, as excessive as it was. And for a brief minute, I actually wished to call a truce with him and let it go, but his expression angered and vexed me and my desire for peace was quickly forgotten. "If you did what Vorladien wished, you would leave me be completely and let me tutor her without your distrustful eye piercing our every move. I will believe your promise to her when I see it proven more than how you've claimed to try..." His eyes narrowed and he took a step towards me. I didn't move. "My ways are my own, Legolas of Mirkwood! I certainly will not bend to meet your expectations..." He arched his brow and looked me in the eye. "I will leave you to tutor her, but I will not cease to keep my guard up. I will only what she wishes, as best as my own opinions allow." I suppose I couldn't ask for more than that, nor did I. The tension was so thick, so unbearable that as Vorladien returned to the tower it was as if a great burden had been lifted from both Haldir's and my own chest. As Vorladien and I departed to train (at least that was our story), Haldir gave me his final statement: I shall be here in the watchtower...ever...watchful... I do hope he wasn't watching us completely the whole night, for it was laced with passion, playful wrestling, stolen kisses in the wood as we worked. It was very peaceful, for we were so hidden by the thick trees shadowing our whereabouts, that it proved to be rather comforting, knowing that we could be open for a change. We had decided earlier that morning that we were going to marry, however the issue came up about where it could be done. Nowhere in Mirkwood, Rivendell, or Lorien could we wed without the news eventually reaching her mother or father, or my father. Things are going to be more difficult than we intended with enemies and watchful eyes at every turn. Yet, somehow, I don't regret it, for as we returned to my bedroom, we consummated our love, sealing it forever within our hearts. The whole time it felt perfect. However, I couldn't help but feel the unease that Haldir was lingering close. Lo and behold, as Vorladien and I lay in bed, a knock came to the door. "Legolas?" called Haldir, his voice solemn and cold, as usual. "Legolas, may I enter? I'm searching for my cousin!" A look of horror fell on both of our faces and I hurried Vorladien off into my bath to hide, silently as I had taught her years ago. "Yes, Haldir, I'm awake, but I was just about to head to sleep..." I lied, pulling the covers over my body and trying not to look as worn out and worked as I was. He calmly entered the room, ignoring the fact that I was seated in my room in my bed and gazed at me. "She wasn't in her room, so I decided to look for her. You haven't seen her?" I shook my head slightly and looked calmly at him. "No, not for some time, I'm afraid..." Inside the bath, candles were lit and under the door, a flicker of shadow and flame shone under the door. "Your candles are still on in your bath, Legolas. You risk setting this room aflame if you fall asleep with them on... I'll just quench them for you..." I almost leaped out of the bed then and there. "No, don't!!" I exclaimed, perhaps too vehemently for comfort. Haldir looked at me in confusion, his eyebrow raised. "I-I will blow them out shortly, Haldir, thank you." He shrugged and turned to leave. "Well, if she comes this way, tell her that I wished to see her." I believed I was rid of him for good that night and began to call Vorladien back to bed, but then Haldir returned suddenly. "Legolas, I just wanted to say that...." He stopped and looked to the side of the bed. On the floor, lay Vorladien's sky blue gown! I had forgotten to hide her clothing. Haldir, noticing it immediately, walked back to my bed and picked up the gown, looking at it intently. "What is Vorladien's gown doing in here?!" he growled, glaring into my eyes, which were wide with horror. Yes, I made love to her, I made love to her for most of this night and I don't regret it! is what I wanted to say... However.... "She changed in my room, into her....Her hunting gear... yes....She must have just forgotten it here..." "Yes, she must have..." was , scowled in my face and just turned to leave, dropping the dainty dress at the foot of the bed again, the door closing firmly behind him... As soon as he left, I felt relieved and frightened at once. Vorladien returned, having heard the whole ordeal and tried to comfort my unease. Things were going to be harder now for us than ever, I knew and held her in my arms again as I awaited the quiet before the storm ahead of us let's hunt some orc

Hearts open like a river, feelings flow downstream [26 Dec 2002|09:00am] [ mood | content ] [ music | the sound of birds chirping on the balcony banister ] She slept in my arms last night, her long, seemingly infinite strawberry blonde hair brushing over my bare skin as her head rested on my chest. How is it that we came to this? How is it that she ended up embracing me and subsequently bedding with me for what was the most peaceful night since I had returned to the Golden Wood. I had been over 20 years since I set foot in the woods of Lothlorien. The trees to swell and open up that evening and the setting sun gave the leaves a reddened, amber hue. Beautiful as I remember it, timeless, like a painting. Nothing had changed, but then again why should they have? The hills, as well as their inhabitants, were immortal. I couldn?t remember when I had last seen a wood that bore such memories. As I rode the rivers Anduin and Entwash, my heart yearned to be back at my home away from home. Lorien had proven to be very relaxing so long ago, but it was a person, more than the place, that drove me back and kept me alive until I returned. Vorladien Galadyrin... Vorladien (lorienmaiden) was a student and companion to me for many many years prior to my departure. I grew quite fond of her, as she did of me, but we never spoke of our hearts. It was a relationship between mentor and pupil, that is all... It could never and did never advance beyond that, much to my dismay and as I left Lorien for what I believed to be the final time, my heart sank as she saw me off. But I returned, bearing battle scars and nightmarish memories, to my Light of Lorien, my Vorladien... When I arrived, Haldir greeted me in a regal manner, not smiling as could be expected and then escorted me to the Caras Galadhon, as if I hadn?t spent centuries walking this path before. It amused me really... Perhaps he felt that I forgotten my way. I don?t think I was gone that long... I wander the quarters, retracing my steps as if I were walking in dream. The sun was getting dimmer, and the silver lights flickered and glittered about me. I was dazed, slipping off into a trance like state when I heard someone calling to me: "Legolas! Legolas!" I immediately knew who it was. Running towards me was the Lady Vorladien, clad in a simple dress, her hair flowing about her slender shoulders. Her bare feet didn?t make a noise on the fallen foliage as she approached and stopped dead in her tracks a few feet from me. For a while, we said nothing and looked silently at each other, not sure of whom was to speak first, who was to make the first gesture. At least, she bowed low, in her usual regal way, and gazed into my eyes. "Legolas..." she said, her song-like voice almost humming the Sindarin, "It has been far too long." "Indeed it has, Vorladien." Smiling, I stepped forward and took her hand. "Would it be foolish to say that you haven?t aged a bit?" I watched as her fair, slender fingers entwined with my own and she grinned gently, regally like her mother, and she looked at me gently. "I had wondered when our paths would cross again..." I nodded slightly.... As did I, my lady, as did I... The remainder of the evening was spent reminiscing, updating each other on our adventures, stories. However, as we spoke, our hearts began to open and my words became more that of a suitor than a friend, but I cared not. It had been too long to pretend not to care for her. She had learned most of what she needed to know in my absence and it was time things became less tense between us. I had many things I wished to give her, but most importantly, I wished to give her something of great importance to me: my bow. Immediately after I left it in her hand, she attempted to return it to me. I raised my hand to stop her and shook my head. "Keep it," I demanded, "It has seen many battles and has served me well.. It is time it served you..." Her eyes widened and blinked in shock, but in thanks she did something that both shocked and pleased me. Her lips met my forehead, her cool breath brushing my skin. It was the most beautiful feeling in the world. The night had long fallen around us, but it didn?t matter... She escorted me to my room, down the corridor from hers, where I had stayed for centuries past. My royal garb still hung in the closets, the large, cumbersome grey robes of my people, and the more manageable silver-threaded leggings and shirts, all there as I had left it so long ago. It was if I never left. She stood in the doorway, her head resting against the wall, as she watched me get settled, speaking to me of what she had been doing, stories of meetings and hiding from her cousin, Haldir. Finally, she spoke of how much she missed me, how the days seemed longer, how she looked out until the South and East for me day after day. By Elberleth, I adore her. She was so radiant and pale in the light of her people. She looked almost ethereal... It was a good time to give her the gifts that I had saved when I had been away. First, I gave to her a silver horse broach from Rohan, inlayed with sapphire eyes. It took to her immediately, reminding her of Nereleen, the horse that I had taught her to train on her own. The first lesson I ever gave her. The second, most protected gift I had kept in the bottom of my quiver, where I knew it would never be lost or unsafe. It was a Mithril ring on a silver chain. Written in Tengwar was the inscription TO THE LIGHT OF LORIEN, MAY THIS KEEP YOU SAFE IN TIMES OF UNEASE AND LONELINESS. It took to her at once and her aqua eyes became little pools as she cried happily, repeating how perfect and beautiful it was as I clasped it on her slender neck. I don?t know what happened next, but soon we were in a gentle, but passionate embrace, kissing in a way that we had never done before but had always meant to. It felt so right, but I pulled away anyway and looked at her, my eyes full of both pain and love. She stepped back and left me along briefly to "fetch something I saved for you", she said. When she returned, she gave to me a Lothlorien bow, long and stout, with expert carvings at the center. At first I believed it to be hers, but she handed it to me, placing it my shocked, stunned hands. "I had made this... for your next return...you will see that it is just right for your need and skill.." she uttered, though I am surprised that I could even hear her. I ran my hands along it and felt like I was a boy again, receiving gifts for my birthdays from my family! However, if that wasn?t enough, she gave me a silver ring, that bore the White Light and read: MAY THE LIGHT BE YOUR STRENGTH IN PERIL AND LONELINESS I set the bow next to my quiver and put my ring on my finger. Once again we found ourselves kissing again, speaking words of love, but how is it that I could be with her.... The truth is that I shouldn?t feel this way for her, I shouldn?t love her. This love is a doomed one, she knows this as well as I, but we still remain together. Somehow, whether it be through force or will, I will end up leaving her, I know. But now that I have her, how I can I let her go? What awaits me back at Mirkwood will forever murder our hearts, so I remain her, in her presence, until I am forced to return to my home... Will we spend our lives together or be forced apart? For now the love between I, Legolas Greenleaf, and the maiden Vorladien shall remain in secrecy, until the path of our fate is clearer in front of us. let's hunt some orc

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