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Ta. ;)
Chapter One: Into The Breeze
Aarien walked out into the sunshine of Mirkwood. It was so cold inside the hut she shared with her mother; she just had to get some warmth into her. Besides, her mother was driving her insane. Always on her back about finding a suitable husband. Constantly reminding her of how "she wasn't getting any younger". Aarien sighed, flopping down onto the soft grass, near by. Absentmindedly playing with her long blonde hair she wondered if Legolas would come to see her. She hadn't seen him since she was 100, the day she left for Rivendell. She was now a lady in waiting for the Queen, Legolas' mother. Aarien and her mother had just moved to Mirkwood, a few days ago, and Aarien had begun working for the queen.
"Aarien? Is that you?"
Aarien turned her blonde head to the trees behind her.
"Yes?"
There was an elf standing in the trees.
"Mother told me you would be here. Do you not remember me?"
Aarien studied him. He had long blonde hair and the most handsome blue eyes she had ever seen. She had not forgotten those eyes. Her own blue eyes widened.
"Legolas?" She asked in disbelief.
He smiled, taking a step closer to her.
She sprung up from her seat on the ground and flew into his arms.
He laughed.
"I have missed you Rien..." he said, using his name for her.
She broke away.
"Where have you been?"
"Right here. I was on a mission these past days, but I arrived this morning"
"No I meant these past years."
"Everytime I have visited Rivendell, You have been away. Our paths never crossed," He said, simply.
"I am sorry. I might seem that I avoided you"
"Never mind, Rien," he said, reaching for her hand, "I hear you are a maid for my Mother now"
Aarien stared at his hand, which was now, stroking her own.
"Yes, We moved back here, because Mother wished to be back in Mirkwood. She missed it. After Father sailed for Valinor, Mother wanted to come back here. She said it was not her time to go to Valinor yet, but her time will come soon"
Legolas released her hand. He raised his eyes to her own, which now were watching him interestedly. He knew she was questioning his sudden change in mood. The fact was, seeing Aarien stirred memories in him, memories he would rather not remember right now, but his brain was not stopping. He remembered the day he taught her to fire an arrow.
Flashback
Aarien stood next to Legolas in the archery field her heart racing.
"I hit it! I hit the target!" she exclaimed, turning to face him.
He smiled.
"You did," he said, lifting her up and swinging her around.
"Now," he said, placing her back down on the ground, "We need to work on your aim"
He moved around her so that he was standing behind her.
"Place an arrow in your bow," he said quietly, into her ear, "Aim slightly above where you want to hit, the arrow will curve back down and will hit your target"
She placed an arrow in her bow like he had shown her, and aimed a little above the red dot in the centre. She released it, and it hit dead centre.
Aarien screamed and jumped up and down.
"I hit it! I hit the centre" she turned around to face him.
Legolas was smiling. He leaned down to her. He was going to kiss her!
Their lips met, but as soon as they did, Aarien pulled away.
"I am sorry Legolas, I do not want to ruin our friendship," she said, her face burning.
"I apologise, Aarien, I was too forward."
"I need to get back to my mother," she said, turning away.
"Of course," said Legolas, as he left the archery field.
End Flashback
That was the day before she left, Legolas remembered. They were so young then. Legolas thought. How did he even know what love was? But now, everything was different.
"I must get back to the palace, Aarien. Perhaps I will see you tomorrow."
"Yes, I will be with your mother all day. Perhaps I will see you"
Legolas left the clearing.
Aarien walked back into the hut, her mind reeling. She knew that he had remembered that day. She could feel it. She too remembered it. It was as clear as the day it happened.
Chapter One
Ta. ;)
Chapter One: Into The Breeze
Aarien walked out into the sunshine of Mirkwood. It was so cold inside the hut she shared with her mother; she just had to get some warmth into her. Besides, her mother was driving her insane. Always on her back about finding a suitable husband. Constantly reminding her of how "she wasn't getting any younger". Aarien sighed, flopping down onto the soft grass, near by. Absentmindedly playing with her long blonde hair she wondered if Legolas would come to see her. She hadn't seen him since she was 100, the day she left for Rivendell. She was now a lady in waiting for the Queen, Legolas' mother. Aarien and her mother had just moved to Mirkwood, a few days ago, and Aarien had begun working for the queen.
"Aarien? Is that you?"
Aarien turned her blonde head to the trees behind her.
"Yes?"
There was an elf standing in the trees.
"Mother told me you would be here. Do you not remember me?"
Aarien studied him. He had long blonde hair and the most handsome blue eyes she had ever seen. She had not forgotten those eyes. Her own blue eyes widened.
"Legolas?" She asked in disbelief.
He smiled, taking a step closer to her.
She sprung up from her seat on the ground and flew into his arms.
He laughed.
"I have missed you Rien..." he said, using his name for her.
She broke away.
"Where have you been?"
"Right here. I was on a mission these past days, but I arrived this morning"
"No I meant these past years."
"Everytime I have visited Rivendell, You have been away. Our paths never crossed," He said, simply.
"I am sorry. I might seem that I avoided you"
"Never mind, Rien," he said, reaching for her hand, "I hear you are a maid for my Mother now"
Aarien stared at his hand, which was now, stroking her own.
"Yes, We moved back here, because Mother wished to be back in Mirkwood. She missed it. After Father sailed for Valinor, Mother wanted to come back here. She said it was not her time to go to Valinor yet, but her time will come soon"
Legolas released her hand. He raised his eyes to her own, which now were watching him interestedly. He knew she was questioning his sudden change in mood. The fact was, seeing Aarien stirred memories in him, memories he would rather not remember right now, but his brain was not stopping. He remembered the day he taught her to fire an arrow.
Flashback
Aarien stood next to Legolas in the archery field her heart racing.
"I hit it! I hit the target!" she exclaimed, turning to face him.
He smiled.
"You did," he said, lifting her up and swinging her around.
"Now," he said, placing her back down on the ground, "We need to work on your aim"
He moved around her so that he was standing behind her.
"Place an arrow in your bow," he said quietly, into her ear, "Aim slightly above where you want to hit, the arrow will curve back down and will hit your target"
She placed an arrow in her bow like he had shown her, and aimed a little above the red dot in the centre. She released it, and it hit dead centre.
Aarien screamed and jumped up and down.
"I hit it! I hit the centre" she turned around to face him.
Legolas was smiling. He leaned down to her. He was going to kiss her!
Their lips met, but as soon as they did, Aarien pulled away.
"I am sorry Legolas, I do not want to ruin our friendship," she said, her face burning.
"I apologise, Aarien, I was too forward."
"I need to get back to my mother," she said, turning away.
"Of course," said Legolas, as he left the archery field.
End Flashback
That was the day before she left, Legolas remembered. They were so young then. Legolas thought. How did he even know what love was? But now, everything was different.
"I must get back to the palace, Aarien. Perhaps I will see you tomorrow."
"Yes, I will be with your mother all day. Perhaps I will see you"
Legolas left the clearing.
Aarien walked back into the hut, her mind reeling. She knew that he had remembered that day. She could feel it. She too remembered it. It was as clear as the day it happened.
Chapter One