(A/N: I'm sorry if this chapter was too long in coming- I am very
burdened right now. I also got a note from ff.net that I had to have a
disclaimer, but I can't figure out how to put it on my other chapters, so
this'll have to do.)
Disclaimer: I don't own any Tolkien characters- just the books (LotR, the Silmarillion, Unfinished Tales, The Notes of Christopher Tolkien, The Tolkien Letters, The Movie: FotR Book, an illegal pirate copy of the Fellowship of the Ring on DVD) and undying love of the story and language. However, I do own Calenredwen. I hate flames, because it is my opinion that they are dangerous and can burn you. They belong in the campfire thingie, where I can toast marshmallows and weenies on them. So keep your meanie comments to yourself. Now I'll shut up.
~Calenredwen~
The hour was late as I walked through the wood. I had heard rumors of orcs by the border, even inside Lorien, and I wished my steps silent, instead of the small noise I heard as I walked. Suddenly, from afar, I heard the noise of Elven footsteps. I had heard orc stealth in the Battle of Five Armies, and I knew that only Elves walk with the sound of running river and falling leaf. I silently stole through the branches and gazed upon this intruder.
He appeared distracted with sorrow and seemed to have been crying, but as I looked upon him my heart stirred such as it had not since the Battle… since Brilearwenion…
I stepped out from behind the mallorn.
"Brilearwenion…" I whispered. "Elen sila lumenn omentielvo."
"Aelarweniel?" He said, in a voice that echoed with sorrow and tears…
~Legolas~
I did not know how long I had been crying. I had gone out of the camp to escape the round of friendly inquiries that Aragorn would subject me to, and the memories of Aelarweniel were too strong.
At last I had stopped, and began to walk in order to compose myself. The mallorns glowed with an eerie light, and I began to wish for the oak and elm of home, to miss my father Thranduil. I walked and walked, intent upon my thoughts and hopes, dreams and wishes, when an Elven maiden stepped from behind a tree. I suppose if I had been alert I would have heard her, but I was wrapped in my own mind.
"Brilearwenion…" she whispered, and though I did not understand her words, it seemed to be the voice of Aelarweniel come back.
"Elen sila lumenn omentielvo."
"Aelarweniel?" I asked, daring to hope. She was as beautiful as Aelarweniel, hair as soft, eyes as deep. And yet I knew that she was not truly my love… but my heart leapt anyway.
"Who are you?" she asked. "You have made my heart stir so that I thought you were my…" she swallowed. This Brilearwenion was an Elf, then. "Brilearwenion."
"I am…" I was unsure what to say. "A lost warrior, sad and tired."
"And why does a warrior wander the Lady's wood?" she asked.
"I may ask the same."
"I am Calenredwen, kin of Galadriel. But who are you?"
"I… I am Legolas, son of Thranduil, Prince of Mirkwood. I wander to heal my sorrow, and to forget past pain."
"And I also. I take it that you have lost Aelarweniel, and I grieve your loss."
"As you have lost Brilearwenion."
~Calenredwen~
This was a prince, then. And he had broken his heart as well… I wondered who this Aelarweniel was. She must have been beautiful, to take the heart of one so wonderful. I felt a protest deep within me.
You have given your heart, and lost it, said a thought. This love is not yours to give. Do you wish to die again?
I could not believe that such joy could happen to me again. Was I being unfaithful to Brilearwenion's memory, to love another?
And then, as I gazed at this Legolas, I felt as though a hand pushed me gently forward, and I fell into his arms. I watched the look in his eyes change from surprise to confusion to delight, and we kissed.
I melted into his arms, and the love that I found with Brilearwenion paled compared with the joy I found with him. He and I were one, filled with love and sorrow, joy and hope mingled with sad memories, and we took flight over the wood in each other's arms…
~Legolas~
Calenredwen… she was so beautiful. I wanted to carry her away and love her as I could not love Aelarweniel; I wanted to taste her tears. And yet, my heart told me not to…
1 Do you love Aelarweniel? How can you think of another?
Suddenly, she fell into my arms, and before anything else happened, I kissed her. I could taste her tears on her lips as I could taste her joy, and I felt as though we were one as Aelarweniel and I had never had a chance to be. I took her hand, and we flew…
~A/N: Well, you knew it was gonna happen, right? Yep…er, by the way, "taking flight" is a figurative term. Their hearts took flight. (I know that was totally unnecessary, but my friends all asked, so I just wanted to avoid inevitable flames. ~ )
Disclaimer: I don't own any Tolkien characters- just the books (LotR, the Silmarillion, Unfinished Tales, The Notes of Christopher Tolkien, The Tolkien Letters, The Movie: FotR Book, an illegal pirate copy of the Fellowship of the Ring on DVD) and undying love of the story and language. However, I do own Calenredwen. I hate flames, because it is my opinion that they are dangerous and can burn you. They belong in the campfire thingie, where I can toast marshmallows and weenies on them. So keep your meanie comments to yourself. Now I'll shut up.
~Calenredwen~
The hour was late as I walked through the wood. I had heard rumors of orcs by the border, even inside Lorien, and I wished my steps silent, instead of the small noise I heard as I walked. Suddenly, from afar, I heard the noise of Elven footsteps. I had heard orc stealth in the Battle of Five Armies, and I knew that only Elves walk with the sound of running river and falling leaf. I silently stole through the branches and gazed upon this intruder.
He appeared distracted with sorrow and seemed to have been crying, but as I looked upon him my heart stirred such as it had not since the Battle… since Brilearwenion…
I stepped out from behind the mallorn.
"Brilearwenion…" I whispered. "Elen sila lumenn omentielvo."
"Aelarweniel?" He said, in a voice that echoed with sorrow and tears…
~Legolas~
I did not know how long I had been crying. I had gone out of the camp to escape the round of friendly inquiries that Aragorn would subject me to, and the memories of Aelarweniel were too strong.
At last I had stopped, and began to walk in order to compose myself. The mallorns glowed with an eerie light, and I began to wish for the oak and elm of home, to miss my father Thranduil. I walked and walked, intent upon my thoughts and hopes, dreams and wishes, when an Elven maiden stepped from behind a tree. I suppose if I had been alert I would have heard her, but I was wrapped in my own mind.
"Brilearwenion…" she whispered, and though I did not understand her words, it seemed to be the voice of Aelarweniel come back.
"Elen sila lumenn omentielvo."
"Aelarweniel?" I asked, daring to hope. She was as beautiful as Aelarweniel, hair as soft, eyes as deep. And yet I knew that she was not truly my love… but my heart leapt anyway.
"Who are you?" she asked. "You have made my heart stir so that I thought you were my…" she swallowed. This Brilearwenion was an Elf, then. "Brilearwenion."
"I am…" I was unsure what to say. "A lost warrior, sad and tired."
"And why does a warrior wander the Lady's wood?" she asked.
"I may ask the same."
"I am Calenredwen, kin of Galadriel. But who are you?"
"I… I am Legolas, son of Thranduil, Prince of Mirkwood. I wander to heal my sorrow, and to forget past pain."
"And I also. I take it that you have lost Aelarweniel, and I grieve your loss."
"As you have lost Brilearwenion."
~Calenredwen~
This was a prince, then. And he had broken his heart as well… I wondered who this Aelarweniel was. She must have been beautiful, to take the heart of one so wonderful. I felt a protest deep within me.
You have given your heart, and lost it, said a thought. This love is not yours to give. Do you wish to die again?
I could not believe that such joy could happen to me again. Was I being unfaithful to Brilearwenion's memory, to love another?
And then, as I gazed at this Legolas, I felt as though a hand pushed me gently forward, and I fell into his arms. I watched the look in his eyes change from surprise to confusion to delight, and we kissed.
I melted into his arms, and the love that I found with Brilearwenion paled compared with the joy I found with him. He and I were one, filled with love and sorrow, joy and hope mingled with sad memories, and we took flight over the wood in each other's arms…
~Legolas~
Calenredwen… she was so beautiful. I wanted to carry her away and love her as I could not love Aelarweniel; I wanted to taste her tears. And yet, my heart told me not to…
1 Do you love Aelarweniel? How can you think of another?
Suddenly, she fell into my arms, and before anything else happened, I kissed her. I could taste her tears on her lips as I could taste her joy, and I felt as though we were one as Aelarweniel and I had never had a chance to be. I took her hand, and we flew…
~A/N: Well, you knew it was gonna happen, right? Yep…er, by the way, "taking flight" is a figurative term. Their hearts took flight. (I know that was totally unnecessary, but my friends all asked, so I just wanted to avoid inevitable flames. ~ )