Okkk…. I don't own Legolas, Gimli, King Ellasar, Arwen, or any
character large or small created by Tolkien. If I did, I wouldn't be
here. If I did own Legolas…well…
I do however, own Cairnoè, Nyphestas, Mesophas, Celebhríve, and other characters invented and created by ME. Yeah, that sounds so narcissistic… On to the fic!!
A Star's Love for Ice
Prologue… Friend's Departure
Cairnoè fitted the sleek arrow into her bow, aiming towards the painted target lashed onto a tree. There was an entire row of these targets, set before her at a long distance.
She pulled back the arrow slowly and surely. A pair of hands settled over her eyes, blocking out the Mirkwood sun. Cairnoè's arrow shot out in her surprise, striking the target dead center anyways. Lowering her bow, she grabbed the warm hands and broke their grip, twisting them around her.
When she saw the culprit, Cairnoè let go. "Don't you have somewhere to go, Legolas?" she asked, taking a deep breath.
"It will be long before I behold you once more, lady," answered Legolas simply. His handsome face was grim, but his eyes betrayed him.
"Of course, Legolas. You found sorrow as a good reason to ambush me? If you've any sense, you will help me retrieve my arrow," she said. Though Legolas was the son of a great Lord, Cairnoè still treated him as an elf and not a god. Though many of the elven women she knew acted as if he was. He looked enough like a god, with his pale gold-hued hair and fair face.
"I am sorry if I frightened you, mellon. I will help you in this task, if I shall be forgiven. I did not know you were weak of heart," said Legolas, sounding almost genuine.
"My dear ass, I am not weak of heart. It seems that you are weak of mind. You were my friend for a thousand or so years long enough to know that. Let's hurry, before you are any later for your journey," returned Cairnoè at length.
The two friends spent an hour in the archery range, racing and laughing. It wasn't until a page called for Legolas that they halted before the arrow.
"Here is your arrow, Cairnoè," said Legolas, pulling out the arrow and handing it to her as if it were a crown of jewels.
"I thank you, your highness. I wish to-to give you a gift before you go to Rivendell for the Council of Elrond," Cairnoè said, pulling out something from a pocket inside the sleeve of her dress. It was a pendant, ornate but small. Two gems like blooms of Niphredil were set into a pendant of silver and hung on a chain. She pressed it into the hand of Legolas and closed his fingers over it. "The Rune of Love. Though there is none of that between us, I only wanted you to have it. There are things ahead I cannot voice, for they are too terrible for the words of the Elven. But I know that it will be long before I look into your eyes as well, Legolas. Perhaps too long… I bid you farewell, for now, but not forever," she murmured, looking up into his eyes.
Legolas lost his smile and his face was wrought in concern. "I am grateful of this gift. It will remain dear to me as you are. I know your foresight well, and will not argue against it. But I will not bid you farewell, for I will see you again, however long the time between it."
Cairnoè smiled sadly. "What will come to pass will pass, mellon. Go before they leave you, Prince," she ushered.
Legolas slipped the pendant into his pocket. The two friends embraced for the last time in many a year.
So…okay… please review. It's only the prologue, so don't…kill me, please. I'll have the first chapter up and there will be more stuff and it'll make some sense. Mebbe there will be some bloodshed later on, who knows? I don't even know….
I do however, own Cairnoè, Nyphestas, Mesophas, Celebhríve, and other characters invented and created by ME. Yeah, that sounds so narcissistic… On to the fic!!
A Star's Love for Ice
Prologue… Friend's Departure
Cairnoè fitted the sleek arrow into her bow, aiming towards the painted target lashed onto a tree. There was an entire row of these targets, set before her at a long distance.
She pulled back the arrow slowly and surely. A pair of hands settled over her eyes, blocking out the Mirkwood sun. Cairnoè's arrow shot out in her surprise, striking the target dead center anyways. Lowering her bow, she grabbed the warm hands and broke their grip, twisting them around her.
When she saw the culprit, Cairnoè let go. "Don't you have somewhere to go, Legolas?" she asked, taking a deep breath.
"It will be long before I behold you once more, lady," answered Legolas simply. His handsome face was grim, but his eyes betrayed him.
"Of course, Legolas. You found sorrow as a good reason to ambush me? If you've any sense, you will help me retrieve my arrow," she said. Though Legolas was the son of a great Lord, Cairnoè still treated him as an elf and not a god. Though many of the elven women she knew acted as if he was. He looked enough like a god, with his pale gold-hued hair and fair face.
"I am sorry if I frightened you, mellon. I will help you in this task, if I shall be forgiven. I did not know you were weak of heart," said Legolas, sounding almost genuine.
"My dear ass, I am not weak of heart. It seems that you are weak of mind. You were my friend for a thousand or so years long enough to know that. Let's hurry, before you are any later for your journey," returned Cairnoè at length.
The two friends spent an hour in the archery range, racing and laughing. It wasn't until a page called for Legolas that they halted before the arrow.
"Here is your arrow, Cairnoè," said Legolas, pulling out the arrow and handing it to her as if it were a crown of jewels.
"I thank you, your highness. I wish to-to give you a gift before you go to Rivendell for the Council of Elrond," Cairnoè said, pulling out something from a pocket inside the sleeve of her dress. It was a pendant, ornate but small. Two gems like blooms of Niphredil were set into a pendant of silver and hung on a chain. She pressed it into the hand of Legolas and closed his fingers over it. "The Rune of Love. Though there is none of that between us, I only wanted you to have it. There are things ahead I cannot voice, for they are too terrible for the words of the Elven. But I know that it will be long before I look into your eyes as well, Legolas. Perhaps too long… I bid you farewell, for now, but not forever," she murmured, looking up into his eyes.
Legolas lost his smile and his face was wrought in concern. "I am grateful of this gift. It will remain dear to me as you are. I know your foresight well, and will not argue against it. But I will not bid you farewell, for I will see you again, however long the time between it."
Cairnoè smiled sadly. "What will come to pass will pass, mellon. Go before they leave you, Prince," she ushered.
Legolas slipped the pendant into his pocket. The two friends embraced for the last time in many a year.
So…okay… please review. It's only the prologue, so don't…kill me, please. I'll have the first chapter up and there will be more stuff and it'll make some sense. Mebbe there will be some bloodshed later on, who knows? I don't even know….