Chapter 4
"My son! We have been awaiting your arrival for many hours now." Thranduil proclaimed as Legolas and Gimli entered the Great Hall.
"My apologies, Father. We had some trouble in the woods, but no matter for now we are here and our feast shall begin." Legolas pronounce in a regal voice, though his heart and mind were not there. Since that meeting in the forest, he could not get his thoughts away from the gorgeous elf in the wood.
"Yes, our feast may now begin." His father said as the Elven servants brought in dishes after dishes of Elven delicacies. Legolas slipped out the side door and down the dark corridor to his room.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"So we meet again, Elriya." Legolas whirled around to face the speaker. He had not heard her behind him, for he was deeply immersed in his thoughts. She stood in all of her brilliance. Her silver hair flowed down her back with several braids and a crown of braids encircled her hair. She wore a gown of material that could have possibly been stolen from the silvery night sky. Resting in the hollow of her throat laid a sterling chain, on which a ring hung. The ring was of a simple silver design, engraved with Elven words. Her eyes shone in its violet eminence and she carried neither bow nor quiver, only a white dagger at her side. She reached down and tucked the ring under her dress.
"My Lady." Legolas greeted. "Am I now blessed with an angel's name?"
"I supposed, now that we do not wish to kill one another. I am Eldawen, Maiden of the Stars, daughter of my Queen Mother, Galadriel and my Lord Father, Celeborn. I had hoped to meet you again, Elriya Legolas Greenleaf."
"And I, you, my Lady of Lothlorien." He replied, kissing the hand she offered. "Your beauty is forever engraved into my mind and heart."
"You flatter a silly girl, Elriya. Perhaps you should not."
"You would never be silly." He said, moving closer to the girl.
"But you would?"
"Aye. For I am stricken silly from you and your intoxicating charm." He answered, moving still closer.
"'Tis amusing for I, too cannot bring myself from thoughts of you."
"You are bold." He pointed out, running his fingers through her hair.
"As are you, my Legolas."
"Am I yours then?"
"If you would be pleased, then yes."
"Then I am pleased." He answered, placing his hand about her head to bring her closer.
"My Lady?" Eomer's voice traveled down the corridor.
"I come, Eomer!" She yelled in response to the Rohan man. To Legolas, "My Lord, perhaps we shall see one another in the Great Hall." She turned and glided down the corridor.
"I'm a fool." Legolas whispered to himself. He sighed. He had hoped to taste the fair maiden's lips and now left disappointed. He continued to his room, where he proceeded to change into a more suitable outfit for the night's celebration. He bore a fresh off-white tunic, embroidered with dark green leaves. On his legs he wore brown leggings and his soft boots. He attached a white dagger matching that of Eldawen's to his waist and returned to the Hall.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Ah! Legolas! Come join the fun!" Frodo called to his friend, who stood at the doors, surveying the room.
"Leave him be, Frodo. There is something on our boy's mind." Gandalf said, turning to see where Boromir had gone.
"Elriya." A silvery voice called across the Hall to Legolas. "Come join our merriment." Legolas looked up to see a beautiful, yet not as beautiful as his Eldawen, elf standing by his father's side.
"I come." He called to her, still looking for his lady. He stood apart from the others, while continuing his search for Eldawen. Suddenly an arrow flew through the room, undetected by many in the crowd and soft TWANG was heard as it pierced the wall directly behind Legolas. He swiftly pulled it down, for it had a message attached to the shaft, and excused himself to the dark balcony.
My Legolas
I wish to see you, though I am obliged to stay by Eomer's side. He has been, after all, assigned as my protector until your father assigns me another. I wish for you to be my other, therefore I will speak to your father soon. Perhaps we shall dance later tonight.
Your Maiden of the Stars,
Eldawen
Legolas looked around and saw his star standing beside Eomer, looking like she would much rather be elsewhere. Eomer was deeply emerged in conversation which his friends, Boromir and Aragorn. He swiftly made his way over to the group.
"Well met, Eomer. It is a blessing that my Lady, Eldawen stopped us from killing ourselves, for that would have been a mistake." He greeted, not lifting his eyes from Eldawen.
"Ah, yes. I agree. We were blessed to have an angel at our side."
"Well met, Boromir, Aragorn. My lady. Perhaps I should be blessed with a dance with an angel?"
"Nay, it would be I who is blessed." She answered, taking Legolas' hand.
"My son! We have been awaiting your arrival for many hours now." Thranduil proclaimed as Legolas and Gimli entered the Great Hall.
"My apologies, Father. We had some trouble in the woods, but no matter for now we are here and our feast shall begin." Legolas pronounce in a regal voice, though his heart and mind were not there. Since that meeting in the forest, he could not get his thoughts away from the gorgeous elf in the wood.
"Yes, our feast may now begin." His father said as the Elven servants brought in dishes after dishes of Elven delicacies. Legolas slipped out the side door and down the dark corridor to his room.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"So we meet again, Elriya." Legolas whirled around to face the speaker. He had not heard her behind him, for he was deeply immersed in his thoughts. She stood in all of her brilliance. Her silver hair flowed down her back with several braids and a crown of braids encircled her hair. She wore a gown of material that could have possibly been stolen from the silvery night sky. Resting in the hollow of her throat laid a sterling chain, on which a ring hung. The ring was of a simple silver design, engraved with Elven words. Her eyes shone in its violet eminence and she carried neither bow nor quiver, only a white dagger at her side. She reached down and tucked the ring under her dress.
"My Lady." Legolas greeted. "Am I now blessed with an angel's name?"
"I supposed, now that we do not wish to kill one another. I am Eldawen, Maiden of the Stars, daughter of my Queen Mother, Galadriel and my Lord Father, Celeborn. I had hoped to meet you again, Elriya Legolas Greenleaf."
"And I, you, my Lady of Lothlorien." He replied, kissing the hand she offered. "Your beauty is forever engraved into my mind and heart."
"You flatter a silly girl, Elriya. Perhaps you should not."
"You would never be silly." He said, moving closer to the girl.
"But you would?"
"Aye. For I am stricken silly from you and your intoxicating charm." He answered, moving still closer.
"'Tis amusing for I, too cannot bring myself from thoughts of you."
"You are bold." He pointed out, running his fingers through her hair.
"As are you, my Legolas."
"Am I yours then?"
"If you would be pleased, then yes."
"Then I am pleased." He answered, placing his hand about her head to bring her closer.
"My Lady?" Eomer's voice traveled down the corridor.
"I come, Eomer!" She yelled in response to the Rohan man. To Legolas, "My Lord, perhaps we shall see one another in the Great Hall." She turned and glided down the corridor.
"I'm a fool." Legolas whispered to himself. He sighed. He had hoped to taste the fair maiden's lips and now left disappointed. He continued to his room, where he proceeded to change into a more suitable outfit for the night's celebration. He bore a fresh off-white tunic, embroidered with dark green leaves. On his legs he wore brown leggings and his soft boots. He attached a white dagger matching that of Eldawen's to his waist and returned to the Hall.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Ah! Legolas! Come join the fun!" Frodo called to his friend, who stood at the doors, surveying the room.
"Leave him be, Frodo. There is something on our boy's mind." Gandalf said, turning to see where Boromir had gone.
"Elriya." A silvery voice called across the Hall to Legolas. "Come join our merriment." Legolas looked up to see a beautiful, yet not as beautiful as his Eldawen, elf standing by his father's side.
"I come." He called to her, still looking for his lady. He stood apart from the others, while continuing his search for Eldawen. Suddenly an arrow flew through the room, undetected by many in the crowd and soft TWANG was heard as it pierced the wall directly behind Legolas. He swiftly pulled it down, for it had a message attached to the shaft, and excused himself to the dark balcony.
My Legolas
I wish to see you, though I am obliged to stay by Eomer's side. He has been, after all, assigned as my protector until your father assigns me another. I wish for you to be my other, therefore I will speak to your father soon. Perhaps we shall dance later tonight.
Your Maiden of the Stars,
Eldawen
Legolas looked around and saw his star standing beside Eomer, looking like she would much rather be elsewhere. Eomer was deeply emerged in conversation which his friends, Boromir and Aragorn. He swiftly made his way over to the group.
"Well met, Eomer. It is a blessing that my Lady, Eldawen stopped us from killing ourselves, for that would have been a mistake." He greeted, not lifting his eyes from Eldawen.
"Ah, yes. I agree. We were blessed to have an angel at our side."
"Well met, Boromir, Aragorn. My lady. Perhaps I should be blessed with a dance with an angel?"
"Nay, it would be I who is blessed." She answered, taking Legolas' hand.