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Thanks for people who reviewed on my previous fanfic. I am very fond of Galadriel & since I couldn't possible writing her having an affair with dear Legolas, I must pick up an original character that is like her.
Part I: First Meeting
~Estella~
"How is she? " I rushed to Lord Elrond as soon as he came out from the room.
Lord Elrond looked at me. I saw the look in his eyes and I knew. My heart sank.
"I am sorry, but nothing I can do. Its too late." Elrond place his hand on my shoulder, try to comfort me.
"Don't blame yourself Estella. You have done what you could do. She has been wounded so severely. She is only a hobbit. I think even an elf cann't survive such wound. Grief for a while, but don't allow that grief to overcome you. "
I nodded. I sighed deeply and went outside, tried to find some solitary place to think.
It's the worst part of being healer. Unable to heal, unable to help. Seeing those you heal dying, and then gone. And you cannot help!! I had seen many of people I helped died, still I cannot get used to it. Sometimes I really wished I didn't have feelings so I wouldn't feel the pain when people I tried to heal finally died. But then, if I didn't have feelings, I didn't have compassion too. How could I be a healer without compassion?
It was night when I finally found a perfect place in the woods nearby Rivendell. I found a beautiful beech tree and climbed up. I sat on the branch and looked upon the stars in the velvet sky. I tried to remembered the days of my life. Hoping it would give me somekind of comfort.
I was an orphan. My parents were killed by orcs when they tried to protect a human village near Lorien. I was still a baby by the time they died so I couldn' t recall anything about them. Everyone always mention them with respect and love, though, so I thought they must be very very wonderful elves. They said I inherited their compassion and respect for others, not merely for our kind ( the Elves) , but to other kind as well. Those are rare characters among the Elves. Elves are very compassionate to their kind, and they often help other races too. But elves are very proud of their races. Consciously or not, they regard themselves highest creature in Arda*** and not bother to hide it. I in other hand, see all races are equal though Elves has more advantages like immortality than the other race.
Galadriel adopted me and raised me as her daughter. She saw me as her blood daughter and treated me so well. She was a very affectionate mother and I wondered how I could repay her for her kindness to me.
I lived with my foster mother for a thousand year, learning from her as much as I could, trying as best as I could to be a good daughter. It wasn't hard. She always very pleased with me and never demanding. It is as if I bring her joy just to be who I am. That's very comforting, since I wasn't a "perfect princess". I was very fond of healing art and I enjoyed archery, sword fighting, and horse riding. I was stubborn, independent, and proud. Celeborn, my foster father always said that when he saw me, he saw a young Galadriel.
Then I felt desire to see the world and asked her permission to travel outside Lorien.
She sighed deeply and looked at me with her beautiful blue eyes "I love you like I love my own blood daughter, Estella. How I wish to have you near me and protect you.
She paused and looked away,"I grieved a lot when my daughter, Celebrian, passed away. Never in my long immortal life I grieved so deeply. I felt that I would die of grief. It's not always easy to choose to live. Immortality isn't always a blessing. "
She looked at me again and smile softly "Your parents called you Ethuil* but I named you Estella** when I adopted you for it reflects what you bring in my life."
I wasn't surprised to hear them. "Mother, I love you very much. If you don't want me to go, I will not go."
She smiled at me again. "You may go my beloved daugher. I love you and so I must set you free to find your own path. You have my blessing. Don't expect to have everything go smoothly, but may all you see and experience shall strengthen you and make you wiser. And never loose hope, my Estel ."
I travelled and I saw so many turmoil and pain. I saw many deaths and despair. I was very shocked when one of my best friends, who I regard as my brother died in my arm and nothing I could do . In my sorrow, I found my path for living. I wanted to become a healer.
I told my decision to my mother and she agreed. She gave me her blessing like before and sent me to learn from Lord Elrond. So I stayed in Rivendell and learn medicine, herbs, and healing magic. I helped Lord Elrond while I was staying here and yesterday I just came back from my journey to find some herbs from Bree. That's when I saw the girl near Rivendell, she was stabbed in her shoulder. I knew she wasn't well & I couldn't help her so I took her on my horse and brought her to Elrond. But it was too late! I wondered what has stabbed her for her wound was unusual. I think it must be a sword with something evil in it.
I stopped my pondering when I heard someone was singing a sad song in Elvish. His voice was sweet and comforting to me, so I listened and I started to feel sleepy.
~Legolas~
I walked into the forrest singing lamentation for my friends who died by orcs who attacked them while they were guarding gollum. I wasn't very close to them, but I really felt sad. It was then when I saw something or someone fallen from the tree.
CRASH
I saw the body hit the ground before I could catch it. Then I heard she yelled. It was a girl! I thought she was a male-elf by the way she dressed. I helped her got up and asked if she is fine.
"Are you all right, my Lady?" I sounded very worry, and I did.
She blinked few times before she could opened my eyes and looked at me.
"Yea. Yes. I am fine. " she looked very embarrassed.
"Why did you fell?"
"Uhmm… I fell asleep, I think. I heard your song and I started to feel sleepy. It must be then I fell asleep and lost my balance."
She finally able to stand up, shaking off dust from her clothes. She was tall and slender, taller and more slender than other female elf. Her haid was long and hazel. She was beautiful, though not the most beautiful. And her eyes! They were hazel and showed her strength of heart and determination I never see in any other maiden elves, but they also shined with deep compassion and gentleness.
"I… I … I better going. " she said. She looked down and still looked embarrassed. The fact that she fell from a tree must have hurted her pride very much.
"I will go with you."
"No, no, I am fine. "
"No, its fine. I am heading back too. You lived in Rivendell right?"
"Yes. Well, OK then."
~Estella~
Ughh… that's soo embarassing. I was caught falling from the tree. I tought the elf was going to laugh at her, but he wasn't. He showed only worry.
I walked with him back to Rivendell. I didn't pay much attention to his appearance. I was still shocked. We walk in silence because I still felt embarassed.
"Whats your name, my lady?" He broke the silence.
"Oh.. ehmm.. Estella"
"And yours?"
"I am Legolas from Mirkwood"
I bowed to him. I've heard of him, the Prince of Mirkwood. The prince charming every maiden dreamed of ever since he arrived in Rivendell . Except for Arwen of course, and me.
"No no no, don't bow to me. I hate it when people bow to me like that. Please. And don't call me Lord or Prince. Call me Legolas."
I smiled to him. " And please don't call me Lady too. Estella is enough."
"That's a very beautiful name.. Estella"
I nodded "Galadriel, my foster mother, gave the name to me."
"Wow, Galadriel? Your foster mother? Hmmm that's interesting."
"Yes, she is the best mother I could dream of after I lost my parents."
We silenced for a while and then he asked finally asked the question I feared.
"So.. why are you here?"
I sighed and reply," I know you would ask that question. What would an elf maiden do alone in the forrest, in the middle of the night and dressing up like male. That would surely make everyone curious."
"Well, no. I mean, yes its rather weird, but I am more concern about you fell from the tree sleeping. So I wondered what has happened to your bed. I couldn't help wonder if someone steal it. "His eyes sparked naugthly.
I couldn't help but smile. I was relieved he didn't see me as weird naugty elf girl so I told him the story.
*Ethuil = spring in Elvish
**Estel = hope. So I guess Estella means hope too. (.
***Arda = I read that Elves call Earth as Arda, but I am not sure.
This is how they meet. Do you like it? I know its so long and somehow boring. But I couldn't help writing more bout Gladriel. I promise there will be more action and romance next time. I will continue if I got some reviews. Thanks.
Thanks for people who reviewed on my previous fanfic. I am very fond of Galadriel & since I couldn't possible writing her having an affair with dear Legolas, I must pick up an original character that is like her.
Part I: First Meeting
~Estella~
"How is she? " I rushed to Lord Elrond as soon as he came out from the room.
Lord Elrond looked at me. I saw the look in his eyes and I knew. My heart sank.
"I am sorry, but nothing I can do. Its too late." Elrond place his hand on my shoulder, try to comfort me.
"Don't blame yourself Estella. You have done what you could do. She has been wounded so severely. She is only a hobbit. I think even an elf cann't survive such wound. Grief for a while, but don't allow that grief to overcome you. "
I nodded. I sighed deeply and went outside, tried to find some solitary place to think.
It's the worst part of being healer. Unable to heal, unable to help. Seeing those you heal dying, and then gone. And you cannot help!! I had seen many of people I helped died, still I cannot get used to it. Sometimes I really wished I didn't have feelings so I wouldn't feel the pain when people I tried to heal finally died. But then, if I didn't have feelings, I didn't have compassion too. How could I be a healer without compassion?
It was night when I finally found a perfect place in the woods nearby Rivendell. I found a beautiful beech tree and climbed up. I sat on the branch and looked upon the stars in the velvet sky. I tried to remembered the days of my life. Hoping it would give me somekind of comfort.
I was an orphan. My parents were killed by orcs when they tried to protect a human village near Lorien. I was still a baby by the time they died so I couldn' t recall anything about them. Everyone always mention them with respect and love, though, so I thought they must be very very wonderful elves. They said I inherited their compassion and respect for others, not merely for our kind ( the Elves) , but to other kind as well. Those are rare characters among the Elves. Elves are very compassionate to their kind, and they often help other races too. But elves are very proud of their races. Consciously or not, they regard themselves highest creature in Arda*** and not bother to hide it. I in other hand, see all races are equal though Elves has more advantages like immortality than the other race.
Galadriel adopted me and raised me as her daughter. She saw me as her blood daughter and treated me so well. She was a very affectionate mother and I wondered how I could repay her for her kindness to me.
I lived with my foster mother for a thousand year, learning from her as much as I could, trying as best as I could to be a good daughter. It wasn't hard. She always very pleased with me and never demanding. It is as if I bring her joy just to be who I am. That's very comforting, since I wasn't a "perfect princess". I was very fond of healing art and I enjoyed archery, sword fighting, and horse riding. I was stubborn, independent, and proud. Celeborn, my foster father always said that when he saw me, he saw a young Galadriel.
Then I felt desire to see the world and asked her permission to travel outside Lorien.
She sighed deeply and looked at me with her beautiful blue eyes "I love you like I love my own blood daughter, Estella. How I wish to have you near me and protect you.
She paused and looked away,"I grieved a lot when my daughter, Celebrian, passed away. Never in my long immortal life I grieved so deeply. I felt that I would die of grief. It's not always easy to choose to live. Immortality isn't always a blessing. "
She looked at me again and smile softly "Your parents called you Ethuil* but I named you Estella** when I adopted you for it reflects what you bring in my life."
I wasn't surprised to hear them. "Mother, I love you very much. If you don't want me to go, I will not go."
She smiled at me again. "You may go my beloved daugher. I love you and so I must set you free to find your own path. You have my blessing. Don't expect to have everything go smoothly, but may all you see and experience shall strengthen you and make you wiser. And never loose hope, my Estel ."
I travelled and I saw so many turmoil and pain. I saw many deaths and despair. I was very shocked when one of my best friends, who I regard as my brother died in my arm and nothing I could do . In my sorrow, I found my path for living. I wanted to become a healer.
I told my decision to my mother and she agreed. She gave me her blessing like before and sent me to learn from Lord Elrond. So I stayed in Rivendell and learn medicine, herbs, and healing magic. I helped Lord Elrond while I was staying here and yesterday I just came back from my journey to find some herbs from Bree. That's when I saw the girl near Rivendell, she was stabbed in her shoulder. I knew she wasn't well & I couldn't help her so I took her on my horse and brought her to Elrond. But it was too late! I wondered what has stabbed her for her wound was unusual. I think it must be a sword with something evil in it.
I stopped my pondering when I heard someone was singing a sad song in Elvish. His voice was sweet and comforting to me, so I listened and I started to feel sleepy.
~Legolas~
I walked into the forrest singing lamentation for my friends who died by orcs who attacked them while they were guarding gollum. I wasn't very close to them, but I really felt sad. It was then when I saw something or someone fallen from the tree.
CRASH
I saw the body hit the ground before I could catch it. Then I heard she yelled. It was a girl! I thought she was a male-elf by the way she dressed. I helped her got up and asked if she is fine.
"Are you all right, my Lady?" I sounded very worry, and I did.
She blinked few times before she could opened my eyes and looked at me.
"Yea. Yes. I am fine. " she looked very embarrassed.
"Why did you fell?"
"Uhmm… I fell asleep, I think. I heard your song and I started to feel sleepy. It must be then I fell asleep and lost my balance."
She finally able to stand up, shaking off dust from her clothes. She was tall and slender, taller and more slender than other female elf. Her haid was long and hazel. She was beautiful, though not the most beautiful. And her eyes! They were hazel and showed her strength of heart and determination I never see in any other maiden elves, but they also shined with deep compassion and gentleness.
"I… I … I better going. " she said. She looked down and still looked embarrassed. The fact that she fell from a tree must have hurted her pride very much.
"I will go with you."
"No, no, I am fine. "
"No, its fine. I am heading back too. You lived in Rivendell right?"
"Yes. Well, OK then."
~Estella~
Ughh… that's soo embarassing. I was caught falling from the tree. I tought the elf was going to laugh at her, but he wasn't. He showed only worry.
I walked with him back to Rivendell. I didn't pay much attention to his appearance. I was still shocked. We walk in silence because I still felt embarassed.
"Whats your name, my lady?" He broke the silence.
"Oh.. ehmm.. Estella"
"And yours?"
"I am Legolas from Mirkwood"
I bowed to him. I've heard of him, the Prince of Mirkwood. The prince charming every maiden dreamed of ever since he arrived in Rivendell . Except for Arwen of course, and me.
"No no no, don't bow to me. I hate it when people bow to me like that. Please. And don't call me Lord or Prince. Call me Legolas."
I smiled to him. " And please don't call me Lady too. Estella is enough."
"That's a very beautiful name.. Estella"
I nodded "Galadriel, my foster mother, gave the name to me."
"Wow, Galadriel? Your foster mother? Hmmm that's interesting."
"Yes, she is the best mother I could dream of after I lost my parents."
We silenced for a while and then he asked finally asked the question I feared.
"So.. why are you here?"
I sighed and reply," I know you would ask that question. What would an elf maiden do alone in the forrest, in the middle of the night and dressing up like male. That would surely make everyone curious."
"Well, no. I mean, yes its rather weird, but I am more concern about you fell from the tree sleeping. So I wondered what has happened to your bed. I couldn't help wonder if someone steal it. "His eyes sparked naugthly.
I couldn't help but smile. I was relieved he didn't see me as weird naugty elf girl so I told him the story.
*Ethuil = spring in Elvish
**Estel = hope. So I guess Estella means hope too. (.
***Arda = I read that Elves call Earth as Arda, but I am not sure.
This is how they meet. Do you like it? I know its so long and somehow boring. But I couldn't help writing more bout Gladriel. I promise there will be more action and romance next time. I will continue if I got some reviews. Thanks.