Hi all - just a little note:
Alynya is pronounced Al-len-yah and "Melinde" means "beloved"
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the LOTR characters, I just borrow.
Enjoy!
Alynya saw him approach. It had been five years since the Prince of Mirkwood rode into Rivendell. Five years since they had shared their first kiss. But now Legolas wasn't here on a friendly visit. He had been called to debate the fate of Middle Earth. That didn't change the feeling of elation she felt as she saw him ride in and dismount.
"Legolas!" She ran down the steps and flung herself into his arms. He laughed and spun her around before setting her back on her feet. A quick dialogue ensued in elvish.
"Look how you've grown!" Legolas glance up and down appreciatively at her form. She wore a clinging lavender dress that showed off her curves quite nicely. Her hair was bound loosely away from her face in her usual haphazard manner. But her smile lit up her face and Legolas saw the sparkle in her eyes.
"It's been years!" She was still smiling but secretly worried that he might have been avoiding her.
"Too long, eh?" He smirked at her before turning her towards the companions he had arrived with. Switching to the Common Tongue her introduced her to Gimli and Boromir. While the dwarf was unimpressed, the man was cordial.
"Never have I seen an elf maiden show such enthusiasm." The Lord of Gondor smiled.
After a glance and Legolas, she replied. "Nor are you likely to." She pulled her hair away from her face to show the rounded tips of her ears.
"You're human!" Boromir's mouth dropped open.
"Yes, my lord." This earned her an approving nod from the dwarf. Apparently a human was a step up from elven kind. As much as she wanted to drag Legolas away and speak to him, she knew how childish that would appear on top of her ecstatic greeting. There would be time this evening. "My lord Elrond already knows of your arrival, but perhaps you would like to speak to him?"
"What I would like to do, is speak with you." Legolas smiled at her and gestured towards the gardens. Nervousness and excitement warred in her stomach, but she obeyed, leaving the others behind.
When they were suitably away from the palace, Legolas began speaking. "Last time I was here, I did something I regret." Immediately Alynya's heart plummeted as her mind raced back to a similar walk five years ago.
She was seventeen and walking with Legolas through the gardens of Rivendell. His visits were few and far between but the interim was filled with longing for Alynya. When she first met him at age seven, she had adored him. He gave her sweets and a ride on his horse. When he had returned at twelve, he had taught her the steps of an elvish dance. At seventeen she knew she was in love with him.
So that night she told him so. She stumbled through her carefully planned speech until, frustrated, she blurted out the words. He had been surprised and started to speak. Alynya had sensed he was trying to let her down easily. Desperate to take this opportunity, she leaned up on her toes and kissed him. He froze while she tried to put all of her emotion into the gesture. She relaxed as she felt one arm snake around her waist while the other hand cupped her face. Too soon though, he pulled away, mumbling apologies in elvish. She tried to reach for him to tell him it was alright, but he backed away.
"You're human."
Alynya stopped in her tracks. He didn't want her. He didn't want her because she wasn't elven kind. Mortified at her actions, she ran back into the palace.
"You made that very clear last time. You have nothing to regret. It was all my doing." She looked down at her feet as they walked along the path. Her heart felt as if it was crumbling away. "I kissed you. You shouldn't feel guilty." She was barely able to keep her voice steady, but tears she could not control slipped down her cheeks.
His hand grabbed for her arm and forced her to stop, but she refused to look up at him. He gently raised her chin with his hand. "Melinde," he whispered softly before his lips brushed hers. He pulled back slightly to look in her eyes. "I regret what I said. I regret I stopped kissing you. I regret I didn't steal you away with me when I returned to Mirkwood." He punctuated his sentences with kisses on her face. "Don't cry, my love."
Aragorn cleared his throat loudly. Legolas glared at his friend while Alynya hid her face in the crook of his neck. "Arwen is asking for you Alynya. Something about your dress for this evening." He waited expectantly.
Alynya lightly kissed the tendon running down the side of Legolas's neck before slipping from his embrace. She nodded to Aragorn as she walked past him on the way to her friends chamber. Aragorn turned back to Legolas. "Are you mad?"
"Do not lecture me Aragorn. You have no ground to stand on."
"No ground? Who knows better that I how hard it is to know that one day you will grow old and die before the eyes of the elf you love? Knowing you will leave them alone for all the ages? I would spare her that pain and guilt Legolas." Legolas stared at the ground clenching his jaw. Aragorn pressed his point even further. "Do you think Elrond will permit this? His daughter AND his ward loving outside of their race? Both condemned to sorrow and suffering, living in fear of a day that must come!" Aragorn took a deep breath to calm himself. "Free her now my friend. Before it's too late."
A/N: Oh no! What will Legolas do? *muah * Send reviews, pretty please. I love them.
Alynya saw him approach. It had been five years since the Prince of Mirkwood rode into Rivendell. Five years since they had shared their first kiss. But now Legolas wasn't here on a friendly visit. He had been called to debate the fate of Middle Earth. That didn't change the feeling of elation she felt as she saw him ride in and dismount.
"Legolas!" She ran down the steps and flung herself into his arms. He laughed and spun her around before setting her back on her feet. A quick dialogue ensued in elvish.
"Look how you've grown!" Legolas glance up and down appreciatively at her form. She wore a clinging lavender dress that showed off her curves quite nicely. Her hair was bound loosely away from her face in her usual haphazard manner. But her smile lit up her face and Legolas saw the sparkle in her eyes.
"It's been years!" She was still smiling but secretly worried that he might have been avoiding her.
"Too long, eh?" He smirked at her before turning her towards the companions he had arrived with. Switching to the Common Tongue her introduced her to Gimli and Boromir. While the dwarf was unimpressed, the man was cordial.
"Never have I seen an elf maiden show such enthusiasm." The Lord of Gondor smiled.
After a glance and Legolas, she replied. "Nor are you likely to." She pulled her hair away from her face to show the rounded tips of her ears.
"You're human!" Boromir's mouth dropped open.
"Yes, my lord." This earned her an approving nod from the dwarf. Apparently a human was a step up from elven kind. As much as she wanted to drag Legolas away and speak to him, she knew how childish that would appear on top of her ecstatic greeting. There would be time this evening. "My lord Elrond already knows of your arrival, but perhaps you would like to speak to him?"
"What I would like to do, is speak with you." Legolas smiled at her and gestured towards the gardens. Nervousness and excitement warred in her stomach, but she obeyed, leaving the others behind.
When they were suitably away from the palace, Legolas began speaking. "Last time I was here, I did something I regret." Immediately Alynya's heart plummeted as her mind raced back to a similar walk five years ago.
She was seventeen and walking with Legolas through the gardens of Rivendell. His visits were few and far between but the interim was filled with longing for Alynya. When she first met him at age seven, she had adored him. He gave her sweets and a ride on his horse. When he had returned at twelve, he had taught her the steps of an elvish dance. At seventeen she knew she was in love with him.
So that night she told him so. She stumbled through her carefully planned speech until, frustrated, she blurted out the words. He had been surprised and started to speak. Alynya had sensed he was trying to let her down easily. Desperate to take this opportunity, she leaned up on her toes and kissed him. He froze while she tried to put all of her emotion into the gesture. She relaxed as she felt one arm snake around her waist while the other hand cupped her face. Too soon though, he pulled away, mumbling apologies in elvish. She tried to reach for him to tell him it was alright, but he backed away.
"You're human."
Alynya stopped in her tracks. He didn't want her. He didn't want her because she wasn't elven kind. Mortified at her actions, she ran back into the palace.
"You made that very clear last time. You have nothing to regret. It was all my doing." She looked down at her feet as they walked along the path. Her heart felt as if it was crumbling away. "I kissed you. You shouldn't feel guilty." She was barely able to keep her voice steady, but tears she could not control slipped down her cheeks.
His hand grabbed for her arm and forced her to stop, but she refused to look up at him. He gently raised her chin with his hand. "Melinde," he whispered softly before his lips brushed hers. He pulled back slightly to look in her eyes. "I regret what I said. I regret I stopped kissing you. I regret I didn't steal you away with me when I returned to Mirkwood." He punctuated his sentences with kisses on her face. "Don't cry, my love."
Aragorn cleared his throat loudly. Legolas glared at his friend while Alynya hid her face in the crook of his neck. "Arwen is asking for you Alynya. Something about your dress for this evening." He waited expectantly.
Alynya lightly kissed the tendon running down the side of Legolas's neck before slipping from his embrace. She nodded to Aragorn as she walked past him on the way to her friends chamber. Aragorn turned back to Legolas. "Are you mad?"
"Do not lecture me Aragorn. You have no ground to stand on."
"No ground? Who knows better that I how hard it is to know that one day you will grow old and die before the eyes of the elf you love? Knowing you will leave them alone for all the ages? I would spare her that pain and guilt Legolas." Legolas stared at the ground clenching his jaw. Aragorn pressed his point even further. "Do you think Elrond will permit this? His daughter AND his ward loving outside of their race? Both condemned to sorrow and suffering, living in fear of a day that must come!" Aragorn took a deep breath to calm himself. "Free her now my friend. Before it's too late."
A/N: Oh no! What will Legolas do? *muah * Send reviews, pretty please. I love them.