Disclaimer: LOTR isn't mine, what exactly that means is still over my head. Jessa/Tariel is mine along with Chopper and future characters to come along such as B'elan T'serra(try saying that 10 times fast) and Primrose Prima. Please don't steel my characters, they are my only friends! ORLI, I love you!!!.
Chapter 4: I will find him/ Many Laments
Golden light flooded the room, the world was waking, but Tariel didn't need to. She hadn't let sleep claim her, not that night. To think that only a day ago her thoughts had been turned to her birthday. Now the prince of Mirkwood had come, but it wasn't to find her, thank the Valar. Would he take her home? Would anyone home want her? Had her mother understood why she had had to leave?
A great heaviness over took her not quite so sleek body, and the built up hurt from the long years began to stir within her. "No" She gasped out "NO!, I won't go back, I can't, I will find him, I will"
She sobbed pitifully; her leaf-green eyes glowed with her elven tears.
"Oh mum, I'm soso sorry."
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When the light of the sun kissed the eyelids of Aragorn, he awoke to find his elven companion pacing up and down the modest room. He made no sound, but it was plain to see a great burden he now seemed to posses, right down to his soul.
"Bright morn, tis is not, Legolas?" Said Aragorn after watching Legolas for a moment. Trying to break the unnerving silence that night had left behind.
"Would seem so, Aragorn, yes, bright it is." Legolas replied quickly, in a passive whisper.
"What plagues you so, friend? Out of honesty, I would have thought you would be happy here in prang wood, does it not remind you of your home?" Inquired the human, wanting to unearth Legolas's thoughts.
"Tis not the place that sets me at unease, but that that does is not a matter of concern for yourself, Dunadan." Said the elf.
"Surely, Legolas, anything that can trouble you so, would be cause to tell myself and Gimli about" Aragorn Said, almost frustrated. By this time Gimli had begun to stir into the waking world.
"It is a matter of Mirkwoodien Origin, and as prince, it is mine and mine alone in this company that must shoulder it."
"It's that their Jessa" Gimli grumbled out.
Legolas looked at his dwarven friend, and couldn't help but smile.
"You speak truth my friend. Yes, tis Jessa, or should I say Tariel that causes me distress." Legolas murmured.
"Why would the girl cause you this disease, Legolas, surly the fact that you couldn't tell she was an Elf wouldn't unnerve you this much!" Aragorn asked, bewildered.
"No, it isn't that. As you have seen, I used her proper elven name, that of Tariel, Daughter of Tari, Highest of advisors to King Thranduil, my father. Tariel, I can still recall the many Laments in her namesake, we mourned a good long time for the lost maiden." These words being said Legolas seemed to sink into the pools of his memories.
"How very mysterious, Legolas" Gimli said, being at a lack of words to utter in aid of his friend.
"You say that Jessa is this Lost Maiden of Mirkwood, this, this Tariel?"
Aragorn asked.
"Most Indefinably. I spoke with her on the eve of today, just after sleep had taken you. It has taken much effort, but I can now remember the events as they did unroll. Tari is my father's most trusted advisor, as well as closes friend so our families run together. I myself am 200 years and 3 months older then Tariel, but I was taught to look out for the young lady of the court. 3 days after her 20th birthday, she vanished, and all had assumed that some kind of evil had taken her, and if that was the case, death is what we wished for her. We searched for many a day, but not a trace was found. I myself felt a deep loss." Legolas sunk further into his past, thoughts of the sorrow seemingly over whelmed him.
"Well, death hasn't laid claim to her, as you can see. Why do you seem so very pained, is this not a time to reunite and rejoice?" Gimli inquired.
"I have now to make a decision. It is now apparent to me that she was taken away and escaped that fate, but chose not to go home, or ran away, for what reason I cannot tell. I now must choose one of two paths. Do I leave her be, to fate unknown in this world, Or do I take her with us, to eventually return to Mirkwood?" Legolas trailed off, lost in thought.
"Perhaps that is not your decision to make Legolas." Said Aragorn wisely "Tis not as if she was in your blood line and you owe no great debt to her"
"We were to be betrothed, we were to one day marry" Came his reply.
End Part 4
Chapter 4: I will find him/ Many Laments
Golden light flooded the room, the world was waking, but Tariel didn't need to. She hadn't let sleep claim her, not that night. To think that only a day ago her thoughts had been turned to her birthday. Now the prince of Mirkwood had come, but it wasn't to find her, thank the Valar. Would he take her home? Would anyone home want her? Had her mother understood why she had had to leave?
A great heaviness over took her not quite so sleek body, and the built up hurt from the long years began to stir within her. "No" She gasped out "NO!, I won't go back, I can't, I will find him, I will"
She sobbed pitifully; her leaf-green eyes glowed with her elven tears.
"Oh mum, I'm soso sorry."
********************
When the light of the sun kissed the eyelids of Aragorn, he awoke to find his elven companion pacing up and down the modest room. He made no sound, but it was plain to see a great burden he now seemed to posses, right down to his soul.
"Bright morn, tis is not, Legolas?" Said Aragorn after watching Legolas for a moment. Trying to break the unnerving silence that night had left behind.
"Would seem so, Aragorn, yes, bright it is." Legolas replied quickly, in a passive whisper.
"What plagues you so, friend? Out of honesty, I would have thought you would be happy here in prang wood, does it not remind you of your home?" Inquired the human, wanting to unearth Legolas's thoughts.
"Tis not the place that sets me at unease, but that that does is not a matter of concern for yourself, Dunadan." Said the elf.
"Surely, Legolas, anything that can trouble you so, would be cause to tell myself and Gimli about" Aragorn Said, almost frustrated. By this time Gimli had begun to stir into the waking world.
"It is a matter of Mirkwoodien Origin, and as prince, it is mine and mine alone in this company that must shoulder it."
"It's that their Jessa" Gimli grumbled out.
Legolas looked at his dwarven friend, and couldn't help but smile.
"You speak truth my friend. Yes, tis Jessa, or should I say Tariel that causes me distress." Legolas murmured.
"Why would the girl cause you this disease, Legolas, surly the fact that you couldn't tell she was an Elf wouldn't unnerve you this much!" Aragorn asked, bewildered.
"No, it isn't that. As you have seen, I used her proper elven name, that of Tariel, Daughter of Tari, Highest of advisors to King Thranduil, my father. Tariel, I can still recall the many Laments in her namesake, we mourned a good long time for the lost maiden." These words being said Legolas seemed to sink into the pools of his memories.
"How very mysterious, Legolas" Gimli said, being at a lack of words to utter in aid of his friend.
"You say that Jessa is this Lost Maiden of Mirkwood, this, this Tariel?"
Aragorn asked.
"Most Indefinably. I spoke with her on the eve of today, just after sleep had taken you. It has taken much effort, but I can now remember the events as they did unroll. Tari is my father's most trusted advisor, as well as closes friend so our families run together. I myself am 200 years and 3 months older then Tariel, but I was taught to look out for the young lady of the court. 3 days after her 20th birthday, she vanished, and all had assumed that some kind of evil had taken her, and if that was the case, death is what we wished for her. We searched for many a day, but not a trace was found. I myself felt a deep loss." Legolas sunk further into his past, thoughts of the sorrow seemingly over whelmed him.
"Well, death hasn't laid claim to her, as you can see. Why do you seem so very pained, is this not a time to reunite and rejoice?" Gimli inquired.
"I have now to make a decision. It is now apparent to me that she was taken away and escaped that fate, but chose not to go home, or ran away, for what reason I cannot tell. I now must choose one of two paths. Do I leave her be, to fate unknown in this world, Or do I take her with us, to eventually return to Mirkwood?" Legolas trailed off, lost in thought.
"Perhaps that is not your decision to make Legolas." Said Aragorn wisely "Tis not as if she was in your blood line and you owe no great debt to her"
"We were to be betrothed, we were to one day marry" Came his reply.
End Part 4