Summary: Legolas's father forces him into an unwanted marriage with a girl
he has never met. When his friend, Maqueden, offers to help him, he
gratefully accepts. Through a series of interrogations, Legolas finds that
Kyriana does not want to marry him, either. In the midst of all this, he
begins to have feelings for Maqueden, and she for him. The wedding is still
not off, however. With the fateful day drawing closer, what will the trio
do? And where is Elenna in all of this? Crushing on a certain ranger...
Madness, fluff, and humor are in store for you! And yes, there will be an
ending! ( I hope!
Rating: Pg... for now. May go up to PG13 for later chapters.
Characters- Legolas, Thranduil (please forgive me if I spelled his name wrong... I tried...) Maqueden,Elenna, Kyriana, Novancaion, and Aratäriel.
Legolas sighed. Falling back onto his bed, the elven archer groaned. His feet ached, his back ached, and his head ached... There was not a part of him that didn't ache. Giving himself some time to rest before going to bathe, he reflected on the day's events. First, he had rescued a toddler from a hive of bees, become covered in honey, and gotten several bee stings. Then he had washed off, rescued the same toddler from being kicked by a horse, and found the little rascal's family. Then he had come back to the palace to do his lessons, which he absolutely detested. Then he trained for three hours to perfect his archery. Not that it needed perfecting, it just kept him away from his father and his older brothers.
A knock on the door brought him back to reality. Sitting up, he called, "Come in!"
Thranduil walked in. Sitting down on the end of his son's bed, he looked down at the figure who was now sprawled out on the bed. "A very good friend of mine and his daughter are coming tomorrow." The king began, slowly. He hated being the bearer of bad news and he knew, given the chance, that Legolas would definitely shoot the messenger with his perfect archery skills. Legolas nodded, his eyes closed. Thranduil knew his son was exhausted, making his escape easier. "I wish for you to meet her. You shall be married in a year's time."
At that, Legolas's eyes flew open. He sat up on the bed, mouth open. "WHAT?" He asked, clearly confused.
"It would be for diplomatic reasons. She needs a husband, it is proper, and I consider it time that you get off your behind and find yourself a wife." Thranduil said, keeping one eye the door and the other on Legolas, just in case.
"I don't need a wife. I can take care of myself." Legolas insisted.
"Not well enough. You still have honey in your hair. Be up early tomorrow, I want to make a good impression on her father. This is good for you." Thranduil said, standing and moving for the door.
"What about what I want?" Legolas exploded. "Can I not at least have the dignity to chose my own wife?"
"Unfortunately, no." Thranduil said. "Now get going. Your bath is drawn." And with that, the king left the room, leaving behind a very frustrated prince.
******** 1 hour later******
Legolas sat on his bed, braiding his hair. A knock on the door made him look up suddenly, and his braid unraveled before he had time to finish it. Sighing, he stood, walked to the door, and pulled it open. There stood Maqueden, who was grinning from ear to ear. Her blonde hair with a hint of red fell nearly to her waist, covering the tips of her pointed ears. She was wearing a pale blue loose shirt and trousers.
"So?" She asked, walking into the room. "Who is it? Who's the lucky lady?"
Legolas rolled his eyes and went back to braiding his hair.
"Hey, it could be worse. You could be marrying Arwen... Oh, I bet your father would love that!"
At that comment, Legolas let go of his braid and it unraveled again. He stood, glaring at Maqueden, who laughed at him.
"You just can't hold onto that thing, can you?" She asked, the amusement in her voice covering up how she really felt about this prince. And it wasn't the fact that he was the prince that made her love him... She loved him simply because he was there to chase away her fears and bring light into a dark world again. The only problem was... he didn't know. And she didn't intend to tell him anytime soon.
"All right, if you can do it better, then by all means, do so!" Legolas cried in frustration. He tossed her a comb and turned, arms crossed, sitting in a position that made it easy for her to reach the left side of his head.
"All right." Maqueden hopped off the bed, stood beside Legolas, and quickly began to braid his hair. Taking the comb from him, she said, "You still haven't answered my question. Who is it?"
"I don't know. I've never met her. The only thing I know about her is that she is the daughter of one of father's friends..." He stopped talking and gazed out the window. "What I wouldn't give to be out there right now! Away from... This!"
"Oh no you don't, your royalness." Maqueden said, teasing him with the nickname she had for him. Noticing the glare in his eyes as he looked back to her, she asked, "You really don't want to do this, do you?" Her tone was gentler as she stood beside him and looked out the window, over the kingdom of Mirkwood.
"No!" Legolas sighed, frustrated. "My father thinks that he can just march in here and take control of my life.... That he can find me a wife with no trouble at all by asking some friend of his to give his daughter to me! If and when I get married, I want to marry someone I love, not someone I've never met!" He groaned, collapsing onto the bed. "Besides, I don't think I'll ever love anyone."
"Mmmm hmmm." Maqueden said sarcastically, the comb in her mouth as she braided his hair. "There are plenty of cute girls out there who would give an arm to just talk to you. Chances are, one of them is right for you."
"Ada's worried about lineage." Legolas said.
"Ah. Well, that presents a problem, doesn't it?" Maqueden said dryly. She shrugged. "Maybe you should just hang the rules and chose who you want to love. Worry about what your father says later."
"I wish it was that simple." Legolas said, touching the braid that framed his face. Maqueden handed him the comb and leaned against the wall, her head to the side as she looked at the man she loved. He grinned at her, showing off his beautiful smile, before asking, "Where is your sister?"
"At home." Maqueden answered, her head turned back to the window. "She's tired. I'm letting her rest... Bu the way, I've got to go. I promised Elenna I would do dinner tonight..." Maqueden said. Legolas stood and walked her to the door. "See you tomorrow!" She called. And with that, she left. Legolas groaned and fell back into his bed, not even bothering to tie back his wet hair.
Looking at the door where Maqueden had been moments earlier, Legolas rolled onto his stomach. He began to think of ways to get himself out of this marriage, but all the good ones involved him asking for help. Sighing in frustration, he blew out his candle and stared at the ceiling until he found the comfort of sleep. At least there his dreams were happier.
*********** With Maqueden and Elenna**********
"So? How was your day?" Maqueden asked cheerfully as she walked into the house.
"About as good as it can get being a maid." Elenna answered. "I'm exhausted!" Falling back onto the couch and laying her head back, she asked, "How was yours?"
Maqueden sighed. "Interesting, to say the least." She answered, finding a match, striking it, and putting a pot of water on the stove to boil. "Legolas is getting married."
Elenna's head came up. "What?!" She squeaked, eyeing Maqueden suspiciously. "Is this a joke?"
"I swear it's the God honest truth!" Maqueden said. "Thranduil has a friend who has a daughter who is being forced into a marriage with Legolas who does not want to do this." She paused for air. Sighing, she continued. "I bet she does, though. I mean, honestly! Who wouldn't want to marry the prince of Mirkwood and all his beauty?"
"Me." Elenna said quietly. Noticing the faraway look in Elenna's eyes, Maqueden sighed. She had a much bigger problem on her hands if Elenna still hadn't given up hope on Astoldominien. "Elenna?" Maqueden asked, touching her twin sister gently on the shoulder.
"Hmm? Oh, sorry." Elenna said. "I was... thinking." She finished weakly.
Maqueden sighed. "Elenna, you have got to learn to let him go. He's gone!"
"I can hold on to what little dream I had, can I not?" Elenna asked harshly. "I loved him."
"But he never loved you in return. He never will love you in return." Maqueden said gently. "Let him go."
"I don't want to!" Elenna said, defiance in her eyes, head held high.
"Elenna, please... move on... for me. This is slowly killing you, destroying you from the inside out."
"An elf only truly loves once. I've found love... and I've lost love. Nothing matters to me anymore." Elenna said slowly. "If the Valar wanted to take him, they're going to have to take me, too."
"Elenna..." Maqueden began. Sighing, she left her sentence there, preparing dinner in silence. For an hour or more, the only sounds in the kitchen were the sounds of the knife hitting the cutting board and Elenna's slow and steady breathing as she slept on the sofa. "Do you want anything to eat? We're having soup tonight..." Maqueden said, gently waking Elenna. Putting a small portion onto her plate and giving the rest of the pot to Elenna, she said, "It's not a lot... but it's enough."
Elenna sighed and picked at her food. Maqueden, who was watching Elenna, said, "Please eat something. You need it."
"I'm not hungry." Elenna said. Yawning, she continued. "I'm tired... I think I'll turn in early tonight, all right?" As she left the table, a single tear rolled down one cheek, leaving behind a translucent streak. Sullenly she fled the room, and moments later, Maqueden heard strangled sobs coming from her sister's room. She let her sister comfort herself, knowing it would do much better to grieve silently than have someone there to help her. Elenna was too strong to ask for comfort- at least for now.
Maqueden stared at her food, silently thinking about her own secret love. How long could she keep her feelings hidden from Legolas? Silently she picked at her food, thinking about all that she had hidden from him in her life. She was doing all right now... But what happened when she could not contain it any longer? What happened when this façade she had built came crumbling around her, and she was left, exposed with the naked truth? Was she doomed to be like Elenna, to love a man who did not return her love? To die slowly from a broken heart? Slowly she ate her dinner, cleaned the kitchen, and went into her room. She drifted away to a happier place, and dreamt of the love she and Legolas could have for one another... If only he knew.
A/N: Astoldominien (ass-toll-dough-men-ee-in) is an elf who pledged love to Elenna a hundred years before this story takes place. He left, promising to return, but never did so. The pain from it is slowly killing Elenna.
Also, if you hated this, please don't tell me. Go flame someone who cares. There will be fluff in later chapters. REVIEW!!!!!! I LOVE REVIEWS!!!!! All flames will be thrown at Elizabeth Swann, who stole Will Turner from me! DIE ELIZABETH!!! Haha, just kidding... She's cool...
Rating: Pg... for now. May go up to PG13 for later chapters.
Characters- Legolas, Thranduil (please forgive me if I spelled his name wrong... I tried...) Maqueden,Elenna, Kyriana, Novancaion, and Aratäriel.
Legolas sighed. Falling back onto his bed, the elven archer groaned. His feet ached, his back ached, and his head ached... There was not a part of him that didn't ache. Giving himself some time to rest before going to bathe, he reflected on the day's events. First, he had rescued a toddler from a hive of bees, become covered in honey, and gotten several bee stings. Then he had washed off, rescued the same toddler from being kicked by a horse, and found the little rascal's family. Then he had come back to the palace to do his lessons, which he absolutely detested. Then he trained for three hours to perfect his archery. Not that it needed perfecting, it just kept him away from his father and his older brothers.
A knock on the door brought him back to reality. Sitting up, he called, "Come in!"
Thranduil walked in. Sitting down on the end of his son's bed, he looked down at the figure who was now sprawled out on the bed. "A very good friend of mine and his daughter are coming tomorrow." The king began, slowly. He hated being the bearer of bad news and he knew, given the chance, that Legolas would definitely shoot the messenger with his perfect archery skills. Legolas nodded, his eyes closed. Thranduil knew his son was exhausted, making his escape easier. "I wish for you to meet her. You shall be married in a year's time."
At that, Legolas's eyes flew open. He sat up on the bed, mouth open. "WHAT?" He asked, clearly confused.
"It would be for diplomatic reasons. She needs a husband, it is proper, and I consider it time that you get off your behind and find yourself a wife." Thranduil said, keeping one eye the door and the other on Legolas, just in case.
"I don't need a wife. I can take care of myself." Legolas insisted.
"Not well enough. You still have honey in your hair. Be up early tomorrow, I want to make a good impression on her father. This is good for you." Thranduil said, standing and moving for the door.
"What about what I want?" Legolas exploded. "Can I not at least have the dignity to chose my own wife?"
"Unfortunately, no." Thranduil said. "Now get going. Your bath is drawn." And with that, the king left the room, leaving behind a very frustrated prince.
******** 1 hour later******
Legolas sat on his bed, braiding his hair. A knock on the door made him look up suddenly, and his braid unraveled before he had time to finish it. Sighing, he stood, walked to the door, and pulled it open. There stood Maqueden, who was grinning from ear to ear. Her blonde hair with a hint of red fell nearly to her waist, covering the tips of her pointed ears. She was wearing a pale blue loose shirt and trousers.
"So?" She asked, walking into the room. "Who is it? Who's the lucky lady?"
Legolas rolled his eyes and went back to braiding his hair.
"Hey, it could be worse. You could be marrying Arwen... Oh, I bet your father would love that!"
At that comment, Legolas let go of his braid and it unraveled again. He stood, glaring at Maqueden, who laughed at him.
"You just can't hold onto that thing, can you?" She asked, the amusement in her voice covering up how she really felt about this prince. And it wasn't the fact that he was the prince that made her love him... She loved him simply because he was there to chase away her fears and bring light into a dark world again. The only problem was... he didn't know. And she didn't intend to tell him anytime soon.
"All right, if you can do it better, then by all means, do so!" Legolas cried in frustration. He tossed her a comb and turned, arms crossed, sitting in a position that made it easy for her to reach the left side of his head.
"All right." Maqueden hopped off the bed, stood beside Legolas, and quickly began to braid his hair. Taking the comb from him, she said, "You still haven't answered my question. Who is it?"
"I don't know. I've never met her. The only thing I know about her is that she is the daughter of one of father's friends..." He stopped talking and gazed out the window. "What I wouldn't give to be out there right now! Away from... This!"
"Oh no you don't, your royalness." Maqueden said, teasing him with the nickname she had for him. Noticing the glare in his eyes as he looked back to her, she asked, "You really don't want to do this, do you?" Her tone was gentler as she stood beside him and looked out the window, over the kingdom of Mirkwood.
"No!" Legolas sighed, frustrated. "My father thinks that he can just march in here and take control of my life.... That he can find me a wife with no trouble at all by asking some friend of his to give his daughter to me! If and when I get married, I want to marry someone I love, not someone I've never met!" He groaned, collapsing onto the bed. "Besides, I don't think I'll ever love anyone."
"Mmmm hmmm." Maqueden said sarcastically, the comb in her mouth as she braided his hair. "There are plenty of cute girls out there who would give an arm to just talk to you. Chances are, one of them is right for you."
"Ada's worried about lineage." Legolas said.
"Ah. Well, that presents a problem, doesn't it?" Maqueden said dryly. She shrugged. "Maybe you should just hang the rules and chose who you want to love. Worry about what your father says later."
"I wish it was that simple." Legolas said, touching the braid that framed his face. Maqueden handed him the comb and leaned against the wall, her head to the side as she looked at the man she loved. He grinned at her, showing off his beautiful smile, before asking, "Where is your sister?"
"At home." Maqueden answered, her head turned back to the window. "She's tired. I'm letting her rest... Bu the way, I've got to go. I promised Elenna I would do dinner tonight..." Maqueden said. Legolas stood and walked her to the door. "See you tomorrow!" She called. And with that, she left. Legolas groaned and fell back into his bed, not even bothering to tie back his wet hair.
Looking at the door where Maqueden had been moments earlier, Legolas rolled onto his stomach. He began to think of ways to get himself out of this marriage, but all the good ones involved him asking for help. Sighing in frustration, he blew out his candle and stared at the ceiling until he found the comfort of sleep. At least there his dreams were happier.
*********** With Maqueden and Elenna**********
"So? How was your day?" Maqueden asked cheerfully as she walked into the house.
"About as good as it can get being a maid." Elenna answered. "I'm exhausted!" Falling back onto the couch and laying her head back, she asked, "How was yours?"
Maqueden sighed. "Interesting, to say the least." She answered, finding a match, striking it, and putting a pot of water on the stove to boil. "Legolas is getting married."
Elenna's head came up. "What?!" She squeaked, eyeing Maqueden suspiciously. "Is this a joke?"
"I swear it's the God honest truth!" Maqueden said. "Thranduil has a friend who has a daughter who is being forced into a marriage with Legolas who does not want to do this." She paused for air. Sighing, she continued. "I bet she does, though. I mean, honestly! Who wouldn't want to marry the prince of Mirkwood and all his beauty?"
"Me." Elenna said quietly. Noticing the faraway look in Elenna's eyes, Maqueden sighed. She had a much bigger problem on her hands if Elenna still hadn't given up hope on Astoldominien. "Elenna?" Maqueden asked, touching her twin sister gently on the shoulder.
"Hmm? Oh, sorry." Elenna said. "I was... thinking." She finished weakly.
Maqueden sighed. "Elenna, you have got to learn to let him go. He's gone!"
"I can hold on to what little dream I had, can I not?" Elenna asked harshly. "I loved him."
"But he never loved you in return. He never will love you in return." Maqueden said gently. "Let him go."
"I don't want to!" Elenna said, defiance in her eyes, head held high.
"Elenna, please... move on... for me. This is slowly killing you, destroying you from the inside out."
"An elf only truly loves once. I've found love... and I've lost love. Nothing matters to me anymore." Elenna said slowly. "If the Valar wanted to take him, they're going to have to take me, too."
"Elenna..." Maqueden began. Sighing, she left her sentence there, preparing dinner in silence. For an hour or more, the only sounds in the kitchen were the sounds of the knife hitting the cutting board and Elenna's slow and steady breathing as she slept on the sofa. "Do you want anything to eat? We're having soup tonight..." Maqueden said, gently waking Elenna. Putting a small portion onto her plate and giving the rest of the pot to Elenna, she said, "It's not a lot... but it's enough."
Elenna sighed and picked at her food. Maqueden, who was watching Elenna, said, "Please eat something. You need it."
"I'm not hungry." Elenna said. Yawning, she continued. "I'm tired... I think I'll turn in early tonight, all right?" As she left the table, a single tear rolled down one cheek, leaving behind a translucent streak. Sullenly she fled the room, and moments later, Maqueden heard strangled sobs coming from her sister's room. She let her sister comfort herself, knowing it would do much better to grieve silently than have someone there to help her. Elenna was too strong to ask for comfort- at least for now.
Maqueden stared at her food, silently thinking about her own secret love. How long could she keep her feelings hidden from Legolas? Silently she picked at her food, thinking about all that she had hidden from him in her life. She was doing all right now... But what happened when she could not contain it any longer? What happened when this façade she had built came crumbling around her, and she was left, exposed with the naked truth? Was she doomed to be like Elenna, to love a man who did not return her love? To die slowly from a broken heart? Slowly she ate her dinner, cleaned the kitchen, and went into her room. She drifted away to a happier place, and dreamt of the love she and Legolas could have for one another... If only he knew.
A/N: Astoldominien (ass-toll-dough-men-ee-in) is an elf who pledged love to Elenna a hundred years before this story takes place. He left, promising to return, but never did so. The pain from it is slowly killing Elenna.
Also, if you hated this, please don't tell me. Go flame someone who cares. There will be fluff in later chapters. REVIEW!!!!!! I LOVE REVIEWS!!!!! All flames will be thrown at Elizabeth Swann, who stole Will Turner from me! DIE ELIZABETH!!! Haha, just kidding... She's cool...