The Journey
"Isa?"
I snort awake and almost fall off the chair I'm sitting in. I look around groggily, forgetting for a moment where I am.
"What are you doing here?"
I rub my eyes and blink a few times. "You're awake," I smile.
"You look tired, you should go to bed," he says, trying to sit up in his bed with some difficulty.
"You don't look so great yourself," I reply sarcastically.
He laughs softly at my remark. "I didn't mean to sound rude. I'm just not used to anyone looking after me."
"Well, you looked after me when I wasn't in such great condition so I thought it was the least I could do," I blush.
Legolas smiles. "Well, thank you."
"Don't thank me. It's my fault you're in here," I frown.
"Yes, well…you shouldn't have gone out in the forest unattended. But you didn't know where our borders ended and I understand why you did what you did."
"You do?" I ask disbelievingly.
"Yes. I know it must be hard for you to be in a strange place, so far away from home. A culture so different from the only world you know."
I quietly nod. "Legolas, why didn't you tell me the spider had gotten you?" I crease my eyebrows at him. "While you were busy trying to save me, you could have died."
"And if I didn't, you could have died," he retorts. "There are no herbs out there that could have stopped the venom from spreading. If I tried looking instead of getting us back to the castle, there's a chance neither of us would have survived. You wouldn't have been able to get back in the condition you were in and if your own wounds were left attended, they could have gotten infected. If you broke out in a fever then there would be no hope for you."
I'm stunned at the idea that Legolas would rather risk his own life to save mine. However, he did have a point. He gave us the opportunity to get back to the castle to save at least one us if not both. It was brave of him to hide the pain of his wound just so I wouldn't be afraid. He truly is a warrior. I can't believe I put his life in jeopardy. What was I thinking?
"I'm no one important, Legolas," I shake my head with my eyes tracing the lines in the wooden flooring. "It would have been a bigger tragedy if your people lost you."
"Don't say that, Isa," he places his hand on top of mine. "Your life is just as important as anyone else's—even mine."
"Stop talking nonsense, Legolas," I roll my eyes. "There would be plenty of people in Mirkwood that would miss you. Half of the inhabitants here don't even know who I am. I highly doubt they would shed a tear for me."
The glow in Legolas's eyes dim. "Why would you say something like that? Do you not think your life is important?"
"That's not what I meant. I just meant that…I don't have a lot of people in my life like you do," I answer quietly. "For the longest time it was just me and my mom and now, well…" I let my words trail off.
"You're not alone, Isa," he squeezes my hand. "You have my father, Ellie, Shohrae, and…me who care about you."
I blush. "I know," I half-smile. "Things have just gotten so complicated since I came here—or England, rather. I guess I haven't felt myself since I discovered Bilbo's journal, especially after I followed you into the forest that night."
"What do you mean?" he asks.
"The strange dreams I've had about this place, voices calling to me, and Middle-earth in general," I explain. "I mean, it's not exactly like your world is listed as a main attraction inside tourist brochures."
"I see. Yes, I understand," he nods. "But, if it's of any worth, you're handling things pretty well with everything you have been exposed to. You were very brave out there."
"Oh, trust me. I'm still freaking out on the inside," I chuckle while Legolas laughs whole-heartedly. I'm suddenly aware his hand is still on top of mine. I look up at him, searching his eyes.
"What is it?" he asks, bemused by my expression.
"Why is the portal closed between our worlds?" Legolas takes his hand back and stiffens at my question. "Tell me, Legolas, and don't lie to me. After everything I've been through I'm tired of you dancing around the truth."
"Closing the portal was not my doing if that's what you're wondering," he finally answers with a low sigh. "Goblins have been spotted around our borders, probably looking for food since their territories have grown scares. The magic around the portal was removed to avoid any incidents with those travelling. If you walk through it now, it would be like walking through a regular archway."
"So…who closed it? Was it Thranduil?"
"No."
"Well, it couldn't have been Shohrae or Ellie," I ponder on the thought. "If not you, Thranduil, Shohrae, or Ellie, then who was it?" I ask again. Legolas is silent for a long time. He looks at me as if he's contemplating on whether or not to tell me. "Legolas…" I warn.
"Lady Galadriel," he rolls his eyes. "She's the one responsible for closing the portal."
"Who's that?" I raise an eyebrow. I've never heard her name mentioned before, not even in Bilbo's journal, and it makes me curious on whom this woman is.
"She is the Lady of the Golden Wood," he informs me.
"There's a forest made out of gold?" I ask, astounded by the idea. I'd have to see it to believe it.
Legolas's stern appearance breaks out into an amused chuckle. "No, it's not made out of gold. It's the name given to the forests of Lórien. It's another woodland kingdom of the Silvan Elves on the western banks of the River Anduin. Galadriel rules there with her husband Celeborn," he explains.
"Oh," I blush again. I knew a golden forest seems too farfetched even for a place like this.
"Wait…you said they're Silvan Elves?"
"Yes."
"What's the difference between you? What kind of Elf are you?"
"There are many different kinds of Elves. To put it simply, it depends on which clan you originated from. I am also a Silvan Elf but I descended from the Sindar. Most Silvan Elves live in Lórien."
"Lórien…" I repeat the name out loud. It sounds like a nice place and for some reason it has a familiar ring to it. "Can you tell me more about the Lady of the Golden Wood?" He gives me another hesitant look. "C'mon, please, Legolas?" I beg. "I promise I won't interrupt. Besides, neither one of us is able to do anything with my sprained ankle and your bandaged body."
"I suppose," he sighs after a few moments. "Galadriel is also known to Men as the Sorceress of the Golden Wood. She is one of the wisest and most powerful of the Elves. She has the ability to speak to you through your thoughts and the gift to see distant places and times through her magical silver basin. The Elves in Lórien live in wooden platforms among the treetops called telain. She and Celeborn rule their kingdom from a city of these telain, Caras Galadhon, in the easterly part of Lórien known as the Naith. She also protects her borders with her ring Nenya."
"Can she reach you in your dreams?"
"Yes, in any way she wants," he answers.
"Legolas…does Galadriel have long golden hair with strands of silver in it?" I ask, unsure why I'm asking.
"Yes…" Legolas looks at me strangely. "How did you know that?"
"I think I've dreamt about her…" I don't know how to explain it but an image of her face appeared in my head like a familiar dream. She's tall and beautiful with clear blue eyes that are both strong and intimidating. I look back at Legolas after my short little daydream. "Do you know when she'll open the portal again?"
"No, I don't. It's up to her to decide. She's not one to be easily persuaded either," he says.
"So, you're basically saying you don't know when I'll be able to return to my world?" I slouch in my seat with my arms folded.
"I'm afraid not. But I promise once I receive word, I will let you know," he half-smiles. For some reason it gives me little reassurance. I can tell there are still a lot of things he's hiding but I'm glad he opened up on other matters.
I smile and lean in as I think this to be a good opportunity for another question I've been dying to know the answer to. "So, Legolas…how old are you?" I ask again for the hundred, millionth time. There's no way he's going to avoid the question this time around since he's stuck in bed. Even if he tries to run for the door, he knows he can't.
Thranduil's son adjusts his position carefully and gives me a grim look. "Does it really matter, Isa?"
"Yes, it does!" I exclaim. "I don't understand why you won't tell me? You said Frodo gave you the journal fifty years ago, so how old does that make you? Eighty…ninety-years-old? It's really not that bad, Legolas." I smile innocently and politely, joking with him.
He smirks. "You really are far too kind, milady."
"What do you mean?"
"I am three thousand…nine hundred…and twenty-three," he smiles wider.
"You're wha…?" Legolas is how old? "But you…you can't be? That's impossible. And you look so…"
"Young?"
"Yes. How can you be that old?" I stare at his features. He doesn't appear to be much older than I am, really. "I knew the journal said that Elves lived for many centuries but I didn't know…"
"Well, now you do," he tries to suppress another smile. I must look like a deer caught in headlights to him. I didn't expect the information to hit me like this. "Elves are immortal but we do age—at a much slower rate than humans. Years are like weeks to us, months like days, and hours like minutes. We see the world much differently than you do. Our eyes are sharper, our hearing keener, and Elves are more aware of their surroundings."
I hobble over to his bed and sit on the edge next to him. "I read some of it in the journal." I slowly examine a strand of his hair in my hands, not caring about personal boundaries. Apparently, Legolas doesn't care either since he doesn't say anything. "So, Ellie is the same age as you and not really twenty-two as she says?"
"No, Ellessia is not twenty-two," Legolas quietly laughs. "She's a few decades younger than I am."
"What about Thranduil? Shohrae? Harry? Markus?" I ask about them all at once. I wonder how old they are compared to Legolas.
"Well, let's just say they are all well over several hundred years older than I am," he says. "Except for Markus—he's human."
"Is he? So, does he know about your secret then?"
"Yes, he does. He's been very loyal to my father. Markus is practically like family. His father before him served my father. Markus and his father moved into the England estate when he was just a boy. As he grew older, he began to question things about our appearance and why we hadn't aged. My father finally told him the truth and brought him here to Mirkwood so he could understand our world better. He stayed here for a time to learn how to cook."
"Yes, I remember Shohrae mentioning that," I nod. "Is your family the only one that has access to the other world?"
"No. Any Elf can travel to your world as long as a portal is open. Many have actually decided to live in your world and blend in among you," he tells me. "After Sauron was defeated, Galadriel used her magic to open a portal to an alternate world to give our kin the choice for a new life—to see what else was out there besides Middle-earth and Aman. Being an immortal makes you crave change and adventure, something different from the norm."
"What's it like to be immortal?"
"I honestly don't think very much about it. Living forever, you get used to seeing things change quickly around you. Close friends passing away, seasons coming and going—but your life remains the same. I suppose it's easier for us because my people have each other. If the Firstborn were scattered and alone, I suppose it could be seen a curse."
"Do you think your immortality is a curse?" I ask carefully about the subject. "You said you're used to seeing close friends pass away. I'm guessing the ones who aren't immortal like you? That must be hard."
Legolas nods. "It is. I have lost my own kindred in battle. However, I do not dwell on their passing. I focus on the life they lived and the bonds of friendship we shared. It makes the grief easier to bear."
"Elves can die from grief…is that correct?"
"Yes. That's why we try to focus our energy and thoughts on positive things, for instance, archery, woodcarving, swordplay, and so on. Elves who grieve over a lost loved one don't often survive. Because we are not prone to any sort of illness, grieving is a form of sickness to us, which some of my people cannot handle because it's not something we often experience."
"In that case, how do the Elves who live in my world handle the loss of someone close to them? I'm sure they experience it all the time with living forever," I add.
"Unfortunately, I cannot answer that. We all deal with grief differently, as do humans. I assume everyone has their own techniques," Legolas shrugs.
Learning there are other Elves living in my world is intriguing. I bet some of them work at the hotel Ellie and I stayed at in Paris since they seem to know her pretty well. The one thing that still baffles me is their ears. "How do you hide your ears from humans? I mean, no offense, but you can't really hide them." I reach up to touch his but he swiftly grabs my wrist in a blink of an eye.
"One thing you must never do is touch an Elf's ears out of curiosity," he warns, and slowly released me.
"I'm sorry," I blush, embarrassed. "I didn't mean to be rude."
"I know," he says softly. "I apologize for grabbing you like that. You see, our ears are very…sensitive."
"Sensitive?" I examine them some more. "How?"
Legolas only smirks but doesn't respond. Since I know he isn't going to tell me the reason, I don't push the issue. Instead, I make a mental note to ask permission before I touch any part of his body again. Legolas's body parts… I start thinking about his features and other things I shouldn't fantasize about. I blush at the visions in my head and I shake them away after Legolas gives me one of his strange looks.
"The portal changes our appearance when we step through it. Our elven ears change to look human in your world to avoid people's…intrigue. We're not allowed to tell anyone about our true origins to keep the balance in both worlds. With a few exceptions of course," he looks at me.
"Right," I nod.
"Galadriel also prohibits any type of clothing, weaponry, and technology—basically any objects from your world entering ours. We always have to change our clothes and leave everything behind when we enter Middle-earth. She doesn't want our kin who resides here to be influenced by foreign, materialistic things for she wants to preserve the lifestyle and culture we have."
"Have there been any other types of race that's been through the portal besides the Elves?"
"No. None can go through the portal without Galadriel's consent. Only she has the power to open and close it," he explains.
"You mean no other race has tried to go through it?"
He shakes his head. "There are only three portals to your world—all hidden in each Elven Realm. There is the one here, which you came through, one in Lórien, and another in Rivendell. If someone tries to enter the portal that is not an Elf or hasn't been given permission, then the portal will not function. Galadriel's spell makes sure of that. It keeps the Orcs and goblins, and other dangerous creatures at bay."
"Rivendell?" I ask. Why does the name sound familiar?
"Lord Elrond ruled Imladris. It lies in a deep valley in the western foothills of the Misty Mountains. After the War of the Ring, he and most of the Elves that lived there sailed the Sea. It endured through the protection of his ring Vilya. When he left, it remained in the keeping of his twin sons, Elladan and Elrohir, before they sailed as well."
"Do any Elves…still live there?"
"Yes, but very few. Most have relocated to your world. I suppose Elrond's daughter would have continued to rule after her brothers if she remained an immortal."
"I'm confused. What do you mean 'if she remained an immortal'?"
Legolas grows quiet again as if he's trying to look for the right words to say. "Elrond was half-Elf, a Peredhil. He had both Elves and Men in his ancestry. Those in his bloodline can choose the title they wish to carry—to be either counted among the Elder Children or the Afterborn."
"The Elder Children is also another name for the Elves?"
"Correct. Elrond chose to live an immortal life while his brother, Elros, chose the race of Men. He became the first king of Númenor who lived to be about five hundred."
"Wow, that's pretty…old," I joke, trying to suppress a laugh. Legolas rolls his eyes with a smile. "I can understand his reason for wanting to be a mortal because he became king and all, but, what about Elrond's daughter? Why didn't she choose to stay an Elf?"
"Elrond's daughter still had the same features and qualities of an Elf, except her life span finally had a limit to it. She fell in love with Aragorn, who was one of the nine companions who helped Frodo on his journey."
"I remember reading about him. He grew up with the Elves. Wasn't he a ranger or something?" I ask for confirmation.
"He was. Aragorn Elessar was also the last Heir of Isildur, Chieftain of the Dúnedain of the North. After the victory against Sauron, he finally accepted his kingship and was crowned King Elessar. Elrond agreed to let his daughter marry him after he accepted his birthright."
"Ah, I see…and that's why she chose to live a mortal life," I smile. "It sounds kind of…romantic."
"We do everything in our power for those we love," he says, looking into my eyes, "regardless of the sacrifices we must make along the way."
His gaze boring into me makes me look away. My cheeks feel hot again. I clear my throat and adjust my position on his bed and let the awkward moment slide. "And what about you, Master Legolas, have you been in love before?"
Thranduil's son chuckles at my question and finally averts his eyes away from mine. "Yes…" he begins, "a long time ago. The only one I ever really loved."
"Do you mind if I ask what happened?" I'm not sure if this is a sensitive subject or not, so I thought to ask politely about it.
"She left," he simply states, staring at me again. "Not by choice but I understood the reasons."
"I'm sorry…" I say quietly.
"Don't be," he smiles. "It was a long time ago. As long as she is happy in her life…that is all that matters to me."
"That's…really sweet," I say, my own words sounding foreign to me. I can't believe I'm calling Legolas sweet. Once you really get to know him, he's very loyal, kind, sweet and thoughtful, Shohrae's voice echoes in my mind.
"Are you all right?" Legolas looks at me curiously.
"Fine…I'm fine," I smile, half-lying.
"So, now then, tell me Lady Culver…have you been in love before?" he asks with a crooked grin.
"Umm…well…no," I confess. "I've been in relationships before but not long enough to really fall in love."
"You don't need to know someone for long to know you're in love," he replies softly. "But, you're still young. You have plenty of time to find your…true love."
"Yeah…" I slowly nod. I guess?
It's an odd conversation to have with Legolas, acting like a grown adult, and I, a mere teenager who's barely experienced life. But, I suppose in some ways that's true. He's experienced so many things in his three-thousand-something existence I can probably never fathom. The way he carries himself clearly indicates he grew up in a different time with his proper words and behavior. You don't see a lot of true gentlemen with their chivalrous manners from where I'm from. Honor and duty are Legolas's top priorities.
"I should be well by tomorrow. When I am, I will take you on a proper tour of our underground fortress. I will also teach you how to defend yourself and where our borders end," he smiles at me with his plans.
"Don't you think that's a little too soon?" I ask, concerned. "You won't be at a hundred percent by tomorrow. What if you exhaust yourself or open your wound by accident?"
"Elves also heal a lot faster than your kind—a few days' rest and we are as good as new," he assures.
"That's great and all but aren't you forgetting something?"
"What?"
I point at my ankle. "I can't heal as fast as you. Not an Elf…remember?"
"I think you'll be fine by morning," he smirks.
"And what makes you so sure?" I ask, doubting his prediction.
"I just have a hunch," he keeps the mischievous little grin on his face. I roll my eyes at him.
Whatever. Even with all the knowledge he has with his age, he must not know mortal bones don't heal in a matter of hours.
"Master Legolas?" Someone knocks on the door, interrupting our conversation.
"Yes, come in," he replies.
"Forgive the intrusion, sire, but you have a message." The servant hands him a piece of parchment and bows. Once Legolas takes it from him he leaves the room quietly.
I notice Legolas's eyebrows furrow with concern as he reads it. "What is it Legolas? What does it say?"
He finally looks at me, still troubled. "Galadriel wants to meet you," he replies hesitantly.
"What? How did she know I was here? Did you tell her?"
"I didn't have to. She most likely already knew you were coming before your decision to follow me through the portal," he lets out an uneasy sigh.
"Why does she want to see me?" I wonder quietly. I haven't even met this Elf-woman, yet I'm already feeling overwhelmed and intimidated by her.
"She's fascinated by you," he answers. "She wants to meet you right away."
"But, why? I'm nobody."
"Apparently, she doesn't think so," Legolas counters.
This request makes no sense. Why would someone like her want to see me? Maybe she's angry I entered the portal without her permission and wants to reprimand me? "If she's worried I'm going to tell people about Middle-earth, I swear I won't. I promise your secret will be safe with me."
"I'm sure it's not that," Legolas tries to explain. "But, we can't disobey her wishes. We leave tomorrow for the Golden Wood. You should get some rest. We have a long journey ahead of us."
"But, I'm not tried," I whine.
I can't believe we were just going to leave at such short notice. I'm getting even more frustrated that I have no say in the matter. I can easily be a brat about it but what's the point? I know Legolas will just drag me there even if I'm kicking and screaming. So why waste my energy on something I have no control over?
"Shohrae!" Legolas calls out to her. A few minutes later a knock comes to the door.
"Yes, Master Legolas?" she enters the room. I forgot they have superhuman hearing.
"We are leaving for Lothlórien tomorrow morning. Please arrange belongings for Isa to bring on the journey."
"Yes, sire," she bows. "Come, Isa, I'll help you back to your room."
"All right…" I sigh, giving in. I give Legolas one last look before Shohrae helps me to my feet. I'm able to put a little more pressure on my foot but not much. I can hobble a lot faster on it than the day before.
"Have good evening, Lady Culver," Legolas smiles at me.
"Yeah…you, too," I reply back in a less friendly tone, which only seems to amuse him.
Shohrae has wooden crutches made for me to make it easier getting around. "Thank you," I say.
"It should help you while your ankle heals. Do be careful as I won't be there to look after you," she orders.
"You're not coming with us?" I look at her disappointingly.
She caresses my cheek with an apologetic smile. "I have Thranduil's affairs to take care of. With Legolas gone, I need to keep things in order until he returns—until you both return." I frown.
Legolas isn't the best company with his unpredictable mood swings. Shohrae notices my distress and chuckles. "Don't worry. You'll do fine with Legolas. He'll keep you safe."
Thranduil's son protecting me isn't what I'm concerned about. It's the long trip with him. I've often heard that one should be careful about whom they decide to go on trips with as it can result in a complete disaster. Since we're already so up and down with each other, there's a possibility we will never speak again if things go badly on the way to the Golden Wood.
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I sigh at my thoughts while Thranduil's assistant helps me into the carriage. It's surprisingly comfortable with cushioned seats and heavy velvet drapes covering the open windows. There's even a pillow and a folded blanket next to me for when I want to sleep.
"Comfortable?" Legolas pokes his head inside. He's on his horse trying to keep it still so he can converse with me.
"Yes, actually. It's nice and cozy," I pat the fluffy seat.
"I had it accustomed especially for you," he smiles.
"You didn't have to," I smile back shyly. "But, thank you."
"It's a three day journey and not as comfortable as an airplane with an inflight movie, but I hope it will do," he smiles jokingly.
I roll my eyes, keeping the smile on my face. "I guess beggars can't be choosers."
He smiles once more. "Don't hesitate to let me know if you need anything." He bows his head and rides off.
"Legolas, wait!" I stick my head out the carriage window. He's on his way to talk to the captain.
"Yes?" he stops his horse and turns around.
"Your shoulder…you don't look like you're in pain at all."
"I told you, a few days rest and we're as good as new," he winks then continues to the front line.
I guess he's right. I wish my ankle was as good as new. I touch it and still feel a twinge of pain. It's sweet of him to make things comfortable for me while we're on the road. And, there's that word again…sweet. I remind myself I shouldn't get too comfortable with it when describing Legolas.
"Isa," Shohrae leans her arms over the window. "Are you ready?"
"Yeah…I think so," I say unsure.
"You'll be leaving in a few minutes. The guards are almost in their places in the woods."
"Why are they out there?"
"The area is always scouted before we travel to avoid…any bumps in road," she explains politely, which I know means if any of the creatures try to eat us or kill us we'd be prepared.
"I see." I don't know whether to be scared of the thought or feel safe because I'm around people who can protect me.
"Just remember not to make any sudden loud noises once you past the Northern borders. You don't want to disturb any of the creatures. They might make your journey more difficult," she quietly tells me.
"Got it," I nod.
Shohrae reaches for my hand and squeezes it. "Have a safe journey, my dear. May Eru protect you…namaarie," she smiles and leaves. I remembered 'namaarie' meant 'farewell' and figured Eru was one of their gods? I make a mental note to ask Legolas about him.
After the captain gives sort of command, the carriage moves immediately. Our journey to the Golden Wood is now underway. With that thought, I feel a sudden panic crawl up my skin. Am I really going to meet this…sorceress? I just hope I don't make a fool of myself in front of her. She's probably considered royalty among the Elves.
I also want to take a nap since Shohrae woke me up so early, but my jittery nerves won't let me. Instead, I look out the window to see where we are. There are Elves on horses in front and behind the carriage and some walking on foot. But where is Legolas?
"Looking for me?" I hear his voice. I turn my head toward the other window and see him looking inside with a smug look on his face. He's on his horse on the opposite side of the carriage. I give him a quick glare and scoot myself over to talk to him.
"Why are some of the guards walking?" I ask.
"In case there's trouble, one can fight more swiftly on foot, especially if we need to get in between tight spaces in the forest," he replies. "It also saves our horses from being injured or killed."
"What about you?"
"I do both. I walk beside Rolath—my horse—most of the time," he pats his neck. I will let him rest when it is my turn to scout the area."
"It is really that dangerous out here?" I look around but everything still seems peaceful.
"It can be if you're not familiar with Mirkwood. The biggest threats are the giant spiders and the Orcs. The Goblins don't show themselves much to avoid the hassles of fighting. They're a lazier bunch than the Orcs."
"I know what goblins look like for the most part, but what are Orcs?" I question.
"Some say the first Orcs used to be Elves, deformed by the evil powers of Sauron's master, Morgoth. When Morgoth was defeated by the Valar, Sauron took the remaining armies to the Black Land of Mordor. Saruman, a traitor of the White Council, joined Sauron and started breeding new Orcs called the Uruk-hai who could travel in daylight." I look around again while Legolas only grins. "Don't worry. We're still safe within our borders."
"How do you know where they end? Where are the markers?"
"The markers you're looking for are above you," he says. I look up not understanding what he means. There's nothing there except for a few birds flying overhead. "The sunlight and the moon determine where you are," he continues, "The deeper you venture into the forest, the darker it becomes. The darker it becomes, the more unsafe it is. You have passed the Northern borders once you lose clear visibility of the sun. The same goes for the moon."
"I do remember the forest getting darker and harder to get through."
Legolas nods. "Yes, you were a good ways outside of our territory."
"I said I was sorry," I mutter. Does he really have to bring that up again?
"I know you are," his playful smile returns. Thranduil's son isn't going to let that incident go so easily, I just know it.
I then remember something Shohrae said. "Shohrae mention a name, Eru. Is he also one of your gods?"
"Yes," he smiles like a little boy. "Eru Ilúvatar is our creator. He is an immortal who has existed before the creation of Arda itself. We—Elves and Men—alike are known as the Children of Ilúvatar. As I've mentioned before, the Elves have kept contact with our gods. But, the race of Men awoke thousands of years after us. Because we are immortal, we remember events since the beginning of our awakening. Men, on the other hand, are mortal and only preserve their history through stories. Over time, these stories get lost and eventually forgotten."
"Why didn't Eru make them immortal as well then? Is he offended that they don't honor him and your other gods like the Elves do?"
"No, not at all," Legolas shakes his head. "Elves and Men have different fates. Eru gave his younger Children the Gift of Death. Unlike my kin, even the Valar, they are not bound to this World and its fate. The Gift freed Men from this destiny, allowing them to shape their own lives as they wished. Of course, while some Men have accepted this Gift, others have tried to escape it. But, they cannot for it is not the will of Eru."
"But those who are human who have children with Elves, their offspring can choose to be an immortal though, right?"
"Yes, by special grace of the Valar," he confirms.
I smile. "So, there is a way to cheat death after all."
Legolas shakes his head apprehensively. "Well, yes, in a way. But, the mortal desiring to be an immortal cannot choose if they are not a Peredhil. Only if the offspring is a Peredhil, then yes, they have that option."
The way Legolas speaks makes me smile. When he's really into what he's saying his properness tends to show. "I wonder what it would be like to live forever, to see and experience as much as you have," I think aloud. "Do you ever wonder what it would be like to be a mortal?"
"I have," he answers honestly. "I have thought about growing old as a mortal with someone I love and living a simple life. However, if I were given a choice to be a mortal, I would not accept it. If I were mortal, I would have not been able to assist in defending my people for as long as I have, and help rid the Outer Lands of the foul creatures that run amuck here. I have accepted the fact that Elves must endure life here no matter what befalls it until the End."
"Well, let's say one you love is mortal and you had the choice to also be a mortal. Would you give up your immortality to be with her?" I ask, putting the scenario in his head. Strangely enough, my heart begins pounding faster.
"Perhaps," he grins at me. "If she was worth it…I'd give up my entire being to be with her."
"Wow." I breathe. "That's quite a sacrifice," I say, looking into his sapphire eyes.
"Regardless of what race you are, the trappings of love are the same for everyone," he winks.
I flinch when Legolas gently pokes my nose with his finger. I didn't notice I was staring at him, daydreaming. He continues to laugh softly at my embarrassing behavior. I rub my nose and wait for the crimson color on my face to subside.
"Shohrae also mentioned you didn't want to get married. Is that true?" I keep going with my questions. It's a long ride like he said and I can't sit here forever not interacting with anyone.
Legolas immediately stops laughing and waits a few moments before responding. "I put my duties above all else. When I find the one I honor and cherish more than that…then that will be the day I change my priorities."
"You mean to say you haven't found anyone in Mirkwood?" I look at him skeptically. Shohrae said he'd never been in a real serious relationship but it's hard to believe from what she said about females practically throwing themselves at him. "There are so many beautiful females among your race. It's hard to believe."
"I've courted—dated—in your modern language, but I have yet to fine a maiden as a match," he explains.
"You mean someone who's a warrior like you?" I assume.
"No," he shakes his head with a smile. "Elf-maidens are not trained to be warriors. They are taught to be educated on our history and politics to understand the way the World works. We have many highly educated females in court. Those who were not born to privilege are taught the skills in which their families are experts in, for example, farming, sewing, and blacksmith work."
"So, what's a match for you?" I smirk playfully. "Someone who is beautiful, loves to watch you shoot arrows all day, knows how to kill spiders, go horseback riding in the forest?"
"You're quite amusing," he sarcastically rolls his eyes. I can't help but laugh. "In basic terms, I need a maiden who can put up with my duties and charming personality. I can be quite stubborn at times as I'm sure you've noticed," he smirks back.
I try to suppress a smile. "Really?"
"Yes. And apparently I'm rude and a jerk," Legolas rolls his eyes again but this time, he smiles a little. "But in all seriousness, I need someone who I can be myself around—someone who I don't have to impress and be proper with all the time. Someone I can throw mud at and have her retaliate and throw it back at me with a smile."
"Don't tell me you've done that?" I look at him suspiciously.
"She wasn't very happy," he smiles to himself. My jaw drops open. I can't picture him doing such a thing, but the thought makes me laugh. "It was raining one day and I thought it would be an amusing joke but apparently, she didn't feel the same way about it. She stormed off and I never really acknowledged me after that."
"You haven't ceased to surprise me, you know that?" I chuckle, shaking my head at him.
"I'm pretty tolerable once you get to know me."
"So am I," I raise a playful eyebrow. We both have a good laugh until he eventually has to go back to his post. Legolas stares into my eyes again bringing back that uncomfortable feeling he gives me when his gaze becomes too intimidating. I finally look away. "I'm going to try to take a nap," I say and sit back into my seat. He nods without a word and trots to the front line.
I close the velvet drapes and let out a long sigh. I feel my cheeks and just as I thought, they're warm. Thranduil's son always knows how to make me blush and I hate him for it. Nonetheless, that was probably one of the best, most civilized conversations we've had so far…and it was…nice. A part of me is happy we seem to be getting along better but I don't allow myself to feel too comfortable about it.
The layers Legolas has to his personality are gradually unraveling, which also makes me happy. I wonder what the last layer of him holds. Is he a sensitive softy who cries in private or an angry Elf who hates responsibilities and stays in the forest all the time so he can get away from it? These all just speculations, of course. I wouldn't be surprised if he surprises me again.
After not talking to anyone for a couple of hours, I finally yawn, my eyes slowly closing. I fall into a dreamless slumber until a sudden jerk of the carriage wakes me immediately. I can hear the Elves putting their horses to a halt. I quickly open the velvet drapes to see what's going on. The Elves are still on their horses, trying to keep them still, bows in their hands. Legolas is at the front talking to the captain again.
"Excuse me, can you tell me what's going on?" I ask the closest Elf to me.
"There were a couple of Orcs seen by our scouts. It is best you stay in the carriage milady," he says.
"Orcs?" I repeat. I small nervous panic hits me since I've never seen one before. Legolas says they're deformed, which can make them look like anything.
"Yes, but do not worry, you are safe, milady."
"Can you please get Legolas for me?" I ask. "I need to talk to him."
"I'll see what I can do, milady," he bows and jogs to the front of the caravan. I see him say a few words to Legolas, which makes Legolas turn in my direction. Once he sees me look back at him, he comes galloping toward me.
"Isa, stay in the carriage. I need to scout the area again," he says sternly.
"Why you, Legolas? Can't they send someone else?" I try to reason with him. "Please?"
He smiles at me and comes closer to the carriage. "I'll be fine. Don't worry." He caresses my cheek.
"But, Legolas—"
Before I can finish he rides off again. I stick my head farther out the window to get a better view of him. He gives his horse to one of the Elves and goes on foot with the captain and a few other elven soldiers. He looks confident in his stride but I fear for his safety. Legolas has done this a million times, I keep saying to myself. He'll be fine like he says…but why does my heart keep racing? I don't want him getting injured again like he did with the spider.
I finally open the door and step out. "Milady, please, get back inside," the Elf tries to order me.
"It's too stuffy in there," I tell him, ignoring his request. "I need some fresh air."
"It is too dangerous for you to be outside, Lady Culver. Master Legolas gave strict instructions to keep you inside the carriage," he says more sternly.
I walk up to him in my crutches, looking up since he's on his horse. "What's your name?"
He's taken aback by my question. "Herill…milady."
"Well, Herill, Legolas isn't here right now is he?" I place my hands on my hips. "When he gets back you can tell him I threatened you or something. If he tries to threaten you, I'll threaten him. How's that?" I walk away without waiting for his response.
The other guards in the front are surprised by my presence and look at each other wondering where I came from. Herill rides up beside me and sighs. "Keep her safe or Master Legolas will have all of our heads," he instructs them.
"Aye, sir," they respond in unison.
"Master Legolas was right. You are a stubborn female," he shakes his head with a grin and rides back to his position.
I frown at the remark. Legolas isn't so obedient himself! I stand with my arms folded, waiting for something to happen. The forest is quiet with the horses making a few subtle sounds with their snouts and hooves. I look around and none of the guards seem worried. Their features are relaxed as if this is routine, which it probably is.
Legolas and the rest of his party finally come out of some trees, brushing themselves off of dirt and loose twigs and leaves. "Legolas!" I run to him as best as I can with my disability.
He looks up surprised to see me. "Isa, what are you doing out here? Didn't I tell you to stay in the carriage?" he says wearily.
"Yes, you did. But do I always listen you?" I retort. "What's that dark stain on your sleeve? Did you get hurt again?" It looks like blood, but darker. Legolas gently grabs my hand away when I try to touch it.
"No. And it's not mine," he replies.
"Then who's is it?"
"There were a few stray Uruk-hais near the trail but they've been taken care of," he tells me.
"Sire, should we burn the carcasses?" Herill asks.
"No, the black smoke will draw attention to our journey," says the captain. I believe his name is Palos. "We will bury the bodies instead."
"Very well, captain," Legolas agrees. "We will continue on without you. Catch up when the task is complete."
"Yes, sire," he bows and takes some of the soldiers back into the woods with him.
After the captain disappears, Legolas focuses his attention on me again. "It seems you're better at listening to stories than instructions," he shakes his head. I lower my head as he lectures me.
Legolas finally lets out a soft laugh, taking my hand. Our hands intertwined together make me blush. He opens the carriage door and motions for me to enter. I walk inside silently. Legolas's head pops up by the window after he closes the door. "Please stay inside this time until I tell you it's safe to come out. Can you do that for me?"
"But, what if I can't?" There's too much going on for me to sit back and pretend I'm in my own little world.
"Then I will bolt the door shut."
"Fine," I grumble, folding my hands on my lap.
"Ona ta a'amin," he says to one of the soldiers. Herill hands Legolas something wrapped in cloth. "Diola lle."
"Lle creoso, Heruamin," Herill bows.
"Here," Legolas hands it to me. "Something to keep you entrained until we arrive in the Golden Wood." When I try asking him what it is, he only smiles.
When he leaves, I unfold the cloth, happily surprised to find the journal sitting on my lap. I've forgotten about it after everything that's happened recently. I smile that Legolas thought to bring it. It will definitely keep me occupied for a while. I read through the previous pages again to refresh my memory and find out there is much more information I haven't paid attention to the first time. But, most of the information is things Legolas already told me.
"Isa?" Legolas knocks and opens the door. I'm so engrossed in the journal that I hardly notice the sun finally beginning to set. "Would you like to stretch your legs for a bit?"
I nod as he helps me out. "Can you please grab my crutches for me?"
"I don't think you need them. Trying putting some pressure on your foot."
"I don't know, Legolas," I reply hesitantly. "It was still hurting earlier."
"Just try," he gives me a supportive smile. "I'm right here to catch you if you fall."
Taking a deep breath, I put some weight on my foot. I have my eyes closed, nose scrunched up, and ready to scream out in pain. My features only relax when I don't feel anything. "Hey, my ankle doesn't hurt anymore!" I exclaim with a huge smile on my face.
"See, I told you," he laughs.
"But, how did you know?" I ask suspiciously.
"Let's just say it's an Elf's intuition," he winks. I roll my eyes but can't argue. I'm just relieved my ankle feels better and I can stretch my muscles after sitting down for so long.
I see the other Elves preparing to set up camp for the night near an open meadow. There's bark and twigs sitting in a pile, which I figure will be used later for firewood. Some of them are also skinning dead animals. I gulp in disgust. "That's not going to be dinner…is it?" I ask him uneasily.
He turns my focus away from the activity and onto him. "Don't pay attention to the process. We have other food available you can eat that doesn't include any sort of meat, if you prefer."
"Yeah…I might," I nod vigorously. Don't get me wrong, I like meat just like any other chicken lover, but actually seeing the animal before it's turned into fried food would make anyone with a weak stomach lose their appetite.
Legolas merely smiles at my horrified expression and takes my hand again—something I still haven't figured out why he keeps doing. He takes me near a log where one of the many fires around our camp is built.
"Legolas, wouldn't a fire in the dark draw more attention to us?"
"It might. But, there aren't a lot of places to hide for anyone to attack from the shadows. The area will be patrolled until dawn when we head out again," he explains.
"Dawn?" My face falls. "Don't you Elves ever sleep in?"
"We don't require a lot of sleep like you do. We age slower but our bodies regenerate faster," he grins.
"Good to know," I reply flatly.
"So, tell me, how was your reading?" he quickly changes the subject.
"Good," I state simply.
"What else have you read?"
"I haven't really read anything new since I went back to some of the pages and chapters I skipped through the first time. Most of it you already told me. It didn't mention anything about your gods so that information you gave was a bonus," I smile.
"Would you like to learn more about us?" he asks with a smile in return.
"Of course," I almost exclaim with excitement. I'm glad he's finally more forthcoming with information. He tells me to look up at the star-filled night, which I do, forgetting how beautiful the night can be.
"Earendil was also a Peredhil who chose to be counted among the Elvenkind. He was known as the mariner who sailed the Great Sea at the end of the First Age. He carries the light of the Silmaril, which is one of the three great jewels that can be seen high the sky as he sails with it, shining as the morning and evening star."
"I think I see it," I examine the sky more clearly. There's a bright star shining up above that seems to be moving very slowly. If I didn't know any better, I'd think it was light from an airplane or a UFO flying overhead. But, of course, I'm in a different universe.
"On some accounts of Earendil and his Silmaril, it can be referred to as your planet Venus," he adds.
I turn to look at Legolas to find him staring at me again. "That's really…interesting," I say softly. "Your people have so much history."
"Sire, supper is ready," one of the guards interrupts our moment. I'm thankful he's here since Legolas and I are having an awkward moment, more and more frequently.
"Thank you," he nods. The guard bows and walks away. Legolas smiles at me, "So, what would you like to have for dinner?"
"That depends…what's on the menu?" My fearful look returns.
"Why don't I bring you what we have and you can decide what you like?" he suggests.
"Sounds good."
Legolas returns with two silver plates with different things on them. The same soldier hands him two silver wine glasses, which Legolas places on the ground, and his plate on the bark we're sitting on. "Here," he hands me mine.
I look at it apprehensively. "What's on here?"
"I'm not going to tell you," he grins. "I suggest you try everything and whatever you don't like, you don't have to eat." He picks up his plate and starts eating while keeping an eye on me. There are different kinds of meat with what I recognize to be lemba bread, potatoes, and carrots. I'm sketchy on the meat from what I witnessed earlier.
"The meat isn't from what I think it's from is it?" I ask. But, Legolas acts dense, making me glare at him. "Fine," I grumble. I pick up the lighter meat and take a hesitant bite from it, preparing to spit it out as soon as it hits my tongue. "It tastes like chicken!" I exclaim, surprised by the taste with my mouth still full. Legolas almost chokes on his food from laughing so hard at my expense.
"I'm assuming it's to your liking then?" he wipes his mouth, still chuckling.
"It's really good. It tastes like what I had back at the castle," I take another bite.
"Drink this," he hands me the wine glass. "It goes well with it."
Taking a sip of it, I flinch away at its potency. "Ugh…what is this?"
"It's miruvor—Elven wine. It takes some getting used to so take your time," he replies. I take small sips of it during our meal and realize it did blend well with the meat. I don't drink much and it's clearly stronger than any red wine I've ever had. But, after my second glass I start to get used to the flavor.
After dinner, the Elves are still throwing their glasses in the air and singing songs I can't understand, which Legolas has to translate for me. Everyone is having a good time laughing, singing, and telling jokes around the fire.
I finally walk away from the crowd to take in what's around us. "I'm going for a walk," I tell Legolas. My body is warm and I want to cool down. My head is also lightly throbbing.
"You shouldn't walk alone by yourself, especially in the dark," he tells me.
I shrug, not caring. "Then come with me."
We walk a ways from the camp where no one can really see us, but we can still see them. I watch the Elves for a bit, still enjoying themselves. It doesn't seem like anyone notices our disappearance or cares, for that matter. I rest against one of the great trees and sigh with my eyes closed. The cool breeze feels good on my skin. I also can't help but smile and giggle for some reason, feeling very relaxed and happy.
"You're warm," Legolas caresses my cheek with the back of his hand. I open my eyes to find him very close to my face. "You probably drank more than you should have. I'm not surprised if you end up feeling the miruvor in the morning," he smirks knowingly.
"I didn't have that much!" I protest. "I only had…" I tried to think, "How much did I have?"
Legolas chuckles at my forgetful state. "You had two glasses and finished mine when your cup ran dry."
"I knew that," I lie and close my eyes again with a smile.
I subconsciously place my hands comfortably on Legolas's waist, gripping his shirt in my hands since my arms feel heavy. If I don't hang on to him, my arms will drop to my side, and for some odd reason, I really want him in my arms.
He closes the gap between us, allowing me to wrap my arms around his body. I clasp my hands together behind him in a comfortable position as he cups my face. I open my eyes to find him examining my features. He's about a head taller than me so I have to look up at him.
"You are very beautiful, Isa," he murmurs, his thumbs caressing both pink cheeks.
"So, you've told me," I reply lazily. "What is it about me that you think makes me so beautiful, Master Legolas?" I jib at what the Elves call him. "I'm just an ordinary girl—nothing special like the Elves. I wish I was an Elf…that would be something."
"Well, for one, you're pretty adorable when you're drunk," he laughs softly.
"I am not drunk!" I protest again, even though my head feels fuzzy.
"And, two," Legolas places a finger over my mouth to shut me up, "you're a lot stronger than you give yourself credit for. You are beautiful in appearance, there is no doubt about that, but your inner beauty shines brightly as well."
I open my eyes again and blink at his words. No one's ever said anything like that to me before so I don't know how to respond. "I'm just a clumsy girl…" I barely whisper, staring into his eyes.
"Your emerald eyes twinkle when you're shy and nervous. Did you know that?" he observes with a smirk.
I look away toward the camp. "That's what my mother used to say," I tell him sadly. "She's the only other person that's ever noticed." I return my attention back to him.
"I'm very observant even when I don't appear to be," he says softly.
I can't help but laugh and hug him. Their wine is doing strange things to me. I don't want to let him go so I let my hug linger—our bodies molding together as I rest my head against his shoulder. He holds me tighter, which only makes me smile even more.
"This is nice," I say out of the blue. I can feel Legolas smile against my hair. He inhales my scent and gives me a gentle kiss, which I wasn't expecting. I look up at him and before I realize it, he's claimed my lips. My body stiffens at the suddenness of his actions. I only relax when he continues to kiss me softly. I finally return his ministrations, lost in the passionate kiss between us.
After a few minutes, he slowly pulls away, bringing his hands back to my cheeks. We're both breathing heavily from the lack of oxygen. He stares into my eyes again with a grin forming on face. "Forgive me for that," he apologizes.
"For kissing me?" It wasn't like I pushed him away—plus it didn't hurt he was a good kisser. A part of me actually felt disappointed when we parted.
"I have a confession to make," he finally says.
"What?" I ask, still confused. "You have a girlfriend?" My face falls into a disappointing frown.
"No," he chuckles, kissing my cheek. "I've wanted to kiss you for a long time," he explains. "But, I didn't know how you would react."
"Well, I did kiss you back, didn't I?" I say shyly. I look away so he can't see my eyes.
"Yes, you did," he smiles, bringing my face back to his. "Why did you?"
The ever popular little smirks of his makes me roll my eyes. I'm embarrassed enough as it is and he just bathes in the amusement of it. I free my face from his hands and myself from his arms altogether, and head back to camp. He grabs my arm, bringing me back to his body, trying to suppress a smile.
"You don't need to be so shy around me," he plants another kiss on top of my head.
"I really like you, okay?" I blurt out, almost in a callous tone, trying to escape his grasps again, but he won't let me.
Legolas brings my hand up his lips and gently kisses it. "I really like you, too," he smiles. There's no point in hiding my blush this time since we both know it was coming. He smiles to himself and finally walks me back to camp. "It's getting late and we need to pack up and head out at dawn."
By the time we get back to camp, the Elves are already packing up their belongings and extinguishing the fires except for one. Thranduil's son helps me into the carriage and closes the door behind me.
"Legolas?" I quietly call out.
"Yes?" he reappears by the window.
"Can you…stay close by?" I ask shyly. The moon hiding behind the clouds makes the forest look eerie and I can already hear strange sounds in the distance. I don't want some sort of animal trying to kill me in my sleep.
"As you wish," he bows his head.
"Thanks," I half-smile.
"Good night, milady. Sleep well."
Right. Sleep well, he says. After what just happened between us, does he really expect that to happen? I grab the blanket and lay down on my side. As soon as I do, I involuntarily yawn. I guess sleeping isn't going to be a problem after all. I can still feel some of the miruvor swimming around in my head.
Thinking about our kiss also makes me nervous about tomorrow. Will things change or remain the same between us? If he thinks I was shy before, I feel even shyer now because of that kiss. But, I have to admit, I enjoyed it. The sinking butterfly feelings in the pit of my stomach I keep trying to shoo away. I tell myself I can't get overexcited over one kiss...even though it was a great kiss.
I sigh and turn over. I'll deal with whatever happens tomorrow, tomorrow. Right now, I just hope my dreams bring me something blissful. "Good night, Legolas," I whispered to myself.