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Hello, and welcome to my third, and sadly, last, installment of my Legolas-Enellewyn Trilogy, Dancing With The Balrog. I know I never really finished Me, The Fellowship and I, and I apologize for that but I really wasn't getting any ideas and I wanted to see how you guys would react. You can flame me if you want, but you will be ignored if you choose to do so. Sorry if you were looking forward to Me, The Fellowship and I, but I wasn't making it go anywhere and I already had this written so…
Anyway, you can safely assume that Legolas doesn't know about Enellewyn's feelings for him and the Ring of Power has been destroyed. Thanks for your cooperation and I thank all of you who reviewed and helped me get this far. Now, enough chatter, on with the show!
CHAPTER 1
Enellewyn sat in a comfortable chair in her balcony overlooking Gondor. The One Ring was destroyed by the brave and heroic hobbit, Frodo that had recently returned home to the Shire after a long and tiresome journey, and Enellewyn couldn't have been more content with the world.
She, Legolas, and Gimli were staying for a few months at the newly crowned King Elessar's insistence. In other words, Aragorn was making them stay so they could help him around the kingdom.
Elladan and Elrohir were arriving that day to visit their friends, and newlywed younger sister, Arwen, or Queen Arwen, as people called her these days. In the expanse of the green fields, Enellewyn could see a small herd of riders drawing closer with each rapid step of their horses' hooves. Flapping haphazardly through the air was the flag of the Rivendell Elves.
Enellewyn leapt from her seat and rushed out of the room. As she sprinted down the stairs, she thought of where Legolas was. Ever since they had stepped onto the shore at Amon Hen, Enellewyn had been harboring a secret crush for Legolas that had been steadily growing larger with each passing day.
She slowed to a walk until she reached the throne room where she could see a winged crown within the party of Elves. She pushed her way through ("Excuse me, Pardon me, Sorry, I didn't mean to step on your foot,") until she reached Aragorn who was conversing merrily with Elladan and Elrohir who looked identical as ever.
"Elladan! Elrohir!" Enellewyn exclaimed, throwing her arms around each of them.
"It is good to see you too, Enellewyn. Do you, by any chance know where Arwen is?" Elrohir asked. Suddenly, the doors opened to reveal Arwen, looking frazzled with her circlet slipping off of her head. But she quickly righted it and slid a slender hand over her dark hair.
The elves quickly parted, some of them murmuring greetings, others just bowing their heads in acknowledgement.
"I got here as quick as I could, my brothers!" Arwen said, opening her arms wide for an embrace. She hugged the pair of them warmly. "Now, we must catch up on things. How has Ada been…?" The three of them walked out of the throne room, discussing things as if nothing had ever changed.
Maids came to herd the elves to their quest rooms and Enellewyn exited with them, except she went to the right, leading to the outside. Walking through the winding passages, she entered the spacious stables.
Just as she suspected, Legolas was there, removing the saddle from a strawberry roan horse. What she didn't expect was for Legolas to nearly drop the saddle on the ground instead of slinging it on the door of the stall.
Enellewyn approached him cautiously. Tapping him on the shoulder, he turned to her with a faraway look on his face.
"Legolas? Are you all right? I knew I couldn't leave you for more than a minute!" Enellewyn teased playfully. But when he didn't answer after a while Enellewyn slapped him lightly on the face.
"Hmm?" he inquired, cerulean blue orbs glazed over, a silly grin plastered on his face.
"Have you been smoking pipe weed again?" Enellewyn asked exasperatedly. That would've been the second time in the past month. He shook his head slowly, striding leisurely out of the stable. Enellewyn walked alongside him.
"I think I'm in love," he said dreamily. Enellewyn froze when the heard those five words put together in the same sentence.
"W-with who?" Enellewyn managed to stutter.
"Her," Legolas said, pointing. His finger was aimed at a pretty she-elf with wavy blonde hair and an elegant long, but not too long, nose, who seemed much prettier than she was. Currently she was descending up the stairs to the citadel.
Enellewyn felt her heart inflamed in jealousy. She took Legolas gently by the arm.
"I think you need bed rest," Enellewyn said, hoping his feelings for this mysterious she-elf would pass.
Over the course of the next few days, Legolas disappeared frequently, usually in the afternoon, not returning until nightfall. Enellewyn buzzed around the castle, practicing archery with the twins, or having chats with Arwen in the gardens.
That night, as Enellewyn proceeded to the Great Hall, she felt a certain emptiness inside of her. Usually Legolas would walk with her to meals, but he had disappeared again. Heaving the doors to the entrance of the dining hall open, the clatter of cutlery on plates, and the chatter of guests filled her ears.
Enellewyn scanned the crowds for Legolas, but to her immense disappointment, she did not see a familiar blond head. As she trudged to her seat, feeling dejected, she bumped into someone. Looking up, her eyes met the face of…Legolas's secret crush.
"Oh, sorry," Enellewyn said apologetically, but really, she would have liked nothing better than to punch the snot full in the face.
"You should be!" she said huffily, her nose upturned. Suddenly, Legolas sidled up to the elf, and to Enellewyn's horror, coiled his arm around her waist. The elf immediately plastered a clearly fake smile on her face.
"Hello," she said sweetly, completely unlike the way she had acted towards Enellewyn. The she-elf tilted her head up and gave him a kiss, looking put out when Legolas pulled away a bit too quickly for her liking.
Enellewyn's form trembled with fury. 'How dare that little-'
"Hello, Enellewyn. I see you've met Valanya," Legolas said, taking a sip of wine from his goblet.
"Well, we didn't really meet. We just sort of bumped into each other," Enellewyn said, her teeth clenched, trying to sound as pleasant as possible.
"Yes, we just sort of 'bumped into each either,'" Valanya said mockingly. Clearly, Legolas was oblivious to her tone of voice.
"Come, let's sit down." Legolas ushered the two she-elves to their seats across from Aragorn and Arwen. Legolas sat in the middle with Enellewyn on his right and Valanya on his left. Enellewyn was across from Arwen and Legolas was across from Aragorn.
"Legolas, where have you been these past few days?" Aragorn questioned curiously. Legolas gave a minor shrug.
"I have just been around Minas Tirith. By the way, this is Valanya. She arrived with Elladan and Elrohir yesterday." Legolas motioned to Valanya. She waved, and Enellewyn couldn't believe how polite she was around other people, not including Enellewyn.
From across the oblong table, Arwen watched Enellewyn's reactions very closely. When Legolas had sat down next to Valanya, she had seen Enellewyn's eye twitch, but only slightly. And when Valanya had waved at the rest of them, Enellewyn had wrinkled her nose in disgust, green eyes turning a dark shade of emerald. But no one else noticed, being engrossed in a conversation with Valanya. Being one of Enellewyn's best friends, Arwen knew that this was not a good sign.
Throughout the rest of dinner, Enellewyn was oddly silent, shifting her roast venison from one side of her plate to the other.
Arwen couldn't believe how she hadn't noticed sooner. So when dinner ended and the throng of people exited the dining hall, Arwen took Enellewyn by the arm and dragged her into her room.
Little did they know that two certain elven twins had seen them disappear into the room and were taking turns putting their ears through the gap under the door.
"What are you doing?" Enellewyn asked exasperatedly, getting irritated, what with Legolas and his new dog, known as Valanya (A/N: Is this too harsh?).
"I think you have feelings for Legolas," Arwen said bluntly. Enellewyn raised an eyebrow.
"What makes you think that?" Enellewyn said defiantly.
"Maybe because you kept twitching when Valanya laid a hand on Legolas. Or the way you nearly tackled her when she said, 'Legolas and I have always gone riding together since we met,'" Arwen said, crossing her arms over her chest with a knowing look. Enellewyn's resolve broke under the pressure.
"Legolas and I always go riding together! And they've only known each other for two days! The stupid cow is stealing my best friend! I haven't even seen a glimpse of Legolas's face for three days until tonight! And you expect me to not be hysterical about it?!" Enellewyn nearly screamed, her voice cracking.
"I thought so," Arwen said with a satisfactory smirk. Outside of the room, Elladan and Elrohir didn't even have to slide their ear through the gap because they probably could've stood ten feet away and still have heard Enellewyn's frenzied rant.
"It's not funny," Enellewyn said, seeing the smile forming on Arwen's face.
"It is though! Three hundred years ago, if someone had turned up saying you would be in love with Legolas, you probably would have thought they were insane!" Enellewyn couldn't help but crack a smile. There was an ill contained gasp outside the door.
Arwen froze along with Enellewyn. Walking over to the door, Arwen flung it open. Elladan and Elrohir toppled to the floor, landing painfully at Arwen's feet. Elrohir grinned apologetically.
"We were just checking for dust," Elladan asked, more than stated. Arwen grabbed them both by their tunics and dragged them inside. The twins stumbled to their feet.
"How much did you hear?" Enellewyn asked suspiciously, dread growing in the pit of her stomach.
"Oh, only that you think Valanya is a cow, though we can't say we don't agree with you," Elladan said leisurely.
"And that you love Legol-" Arwen clamped a hand over his mouth before Elrohir could finish his brother's sentence.
"Don't say it! This is a secret and you can not—will not—tell anyone!" Arwen said, her queenly side taking over. Elrohir nodded and pried his sister's hand off his mouth.
"If you utter a word--" Elrohir held up a hand to silence her.
"Of course we won't tell," Elladan said evenly.
"Good! Now out!" Arwen shooed them out of the room and closed the door with a slam"I think I can help you," Arwen said.
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