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In the previous chapter, Aragorn decided or rather realized that what suited the issue between Legolas and Lenore was that they were together because it would be the only way they would both really be happy.

For this, he explained to Lenore what an elf's love was and contrasted it with what Keith had 'felt' for her, but now ... it's up to Lenore to decide.

What will be her decision? Has Aragorn's conversation with her been effective?

Your reviews are always welcome, and ... here we go:

Chapter 35: Fela-leóre

Lenore could not sleep that day, not even after taking a good bath. The conversation she had with Aragorn made her uneasy.

She would never have imagined that the love of an elf was of such great magnitude and had so many characteristics. It was not, therefore, astonishing that Aragorn had told her that it was the greatest gift that the Válar had given her.

He had told her to think very seriously about what she would decide on, and of course she would. Who would not long for a love like that ... disinterested, pure, kind, that went beyond that same Death and still surpassed the power of this one? She was sure that even an elf's love was more powerful than that of the Dark Lord of Mordor.

But ... but would she dare to take the same risk? The scars left by Keith's beating had disappeared the moment her dragon had shared his heart with her, but what about the heart? Her own dragon had told her that he could not do more, what was needed was to allow someone to help her, that is, someone who loved her and whom she loved.

Lenore was as sure as she was of her own existence that she loved Legolas beyond that her own understanding allowed her to reason, and yet it was not a blind love, no ... it was a love fully aware of why she felt what she felt. It was a love like she had never felt it, it was a love ... 100%

For the first time, her mind was silent and reasoned and it went over and over again everything Aragorn said to her.

Lenore was as sure as she was of her own existence that Legolas loved her, it was all about her then ... taking the risk again with the expectation of whether things would go well or not.

'Lenore, look around you ... you live in a miracle!' Had been one of Aragorn's phrases.

And certainly, all that she saw, heard and touched, and in general, all her life was a miracle, from the moment she met her dragon until that moment. And behold, the miracles had increased until the moment when the Válar, Ványr or the Life or whoever were putting in front of her on silver tray one of the greatest blessings: the love of an elf.

Thinking about it, Lenore realized that the adventure in Middle-Earth that had accepted her dragon and she only by compromise, had changed them both, especially her, and in some strange way had been healing and molding her, And now what was missing was the heart and behold it was given the love of an elf to heal her heart.

Would she accept it? Would not?

She remembered the beating she had received from the captain of the orcs, and that had awakened in her frightful memories, but she also remembered the beautiful lullaby that Legolas sang to her and how, even without knowing what was happening to her, he had been there all along.

How he cared about her dragon for food, bringing food to her as well, naming her elf-friend, and at all times his behavior was exactly the same as Aragorn's explanation of the love of an elf.

Her heart was insistently saying 'give him a chance, you love him' ... and her mind? It was silent as it pondered what its decision would be.

One thing was indispensable: apologizing to him and reiterating her friendship, accepting his love or not.

She also had to apologize to her dragon. AÉfen-leóht had been saddened and she knew and sensed very well that he also felt hurt ... yes, she had to apologize to him because she could not bear that the dragon who had so selflessly decided to share with her heart, was sad because of her.

Lenore stood at the entrance of the barn where Be-sníwod was well recovering. She seemed to have come out of the catatonic state, but she was still unconscious, however, that was already gain.

Merry, realizing this, had wept for joy and did not separate herself day or night from her.

The Black Dragon was coming out of the barn, his turn was over and Legolas's started.

Lenore saw him and he to her.

The elf's gaze was sad, filled with dreadful pain, and yet Lenore could read in it love too, a broken love, but love at last.

Lenore sighed involuntarily, made a slight nod of her head and turned to her dragon, who was leaving at the moment.

"AÉfen-leóht" called him

The Black Dragon turned. His beautiful reptilian eyes were muffled by a slight cloud of sadness, and yet she could see that even though he was hurt and sad, he continued to appreciate her as he always did.

"I want to talk to you"

They both left the place. The Black Dragon sat waiting for Lenore to tell him. He had sensed sadness, but also some perplexity and confusion, as if she did not know what decision to make.

However, that disappeared to give way to a great sadness, cry, but also affection, because at that moment Lenore gave a strong embrace to AÉfen-leóht while she cried.

The Black Dragon looked at her in surprise, then covered her tenderly with a wing.

"I'm so sorry, pal ... I'm so sorry ... I'm so sorry" she said between sobs and sobs

AÉfen-leóht's eyes filled with tears. He knew they would be reconciled, and he was relieved.

"Do not cry, pal," he replied tenderly, "you were angry and upset. But tell me, what happens to be you in that state? "

Lenore looked up at him. Her eyes, although filled with tears, showed an infinite fondness for that Black Dragon who at that moment covered her with his wing, while those of him showed the same emotion and a "human" light appeared in his reptilian eyes.

Lenore took a deep breath. The Black Dragon could sense all her emotions, with the shared heart and thanks to that dragon is that she was still alive, therefore he had every right to know even if it was a part of what happened.

"Do you forgive me?"

AÉfen-leóht nodded and gave her a lick as a kiss. Lenore chuckled and hugged him tightly.

"What about if we go to the outskirts of town, pal? What I have to say is very long and I would love to hear your opinion "

AÉfen-leóht took her like a puppy and put her on his back and took flight.

Legolas was on his way back to practice with his bow and a quiver full of arrows.

He had scarcely listed everything when he heard the footsteps of Aragorn eating an apple. As soon as he reached his side, he offered him another apple, but Legolas made a negative gesture.

He set up his bow and fired. Again, the arrow did not hit the target.

"Legolas, I want to tell you something very important"

The elf took another arrow, prepared his bow, and fired. Once more the target missed.

"If you think that you will persuade me not to fade or to go to Válinor once the war is over, I warn you that your words will be futile," he said.

"No Legolas, I did not come to that. I came to talk to you about Lenore "

Hearing this, Legolas, who was about to shoot again, stopped and turned to see the Ranger sharply.

"Is she okay? Is she in danger? Where is she? "He asked in anguish.

"Do not worry, my friend, she's not in danger," Aragorn replied calmly. "I just came to tell you to try to understand her. Today she told me an atrocious story, as few I have heard in my life "

Legolas paled. The woman's well-being was more important than his life and honor.

"Is it about her?" He asked in anguish.

Aragorn nodded slowly.

"What happened? Who made her suffer? "Legolas immediately asked, clutching his bow as if he intended to kill the one who had made her suffer.

"He's not here," he said, "and that does not really matter ..."

"But how is it possible ... ?!"

"Calm down, my friend, I have come to you to say this so that you may have a little patience and try to think things through more clearly. Lenore has suffered a lot, as you have no idea and thanks to it sometimes her reactions are as they are, because her past has left her marked. However, wait and give her space and I assure you that she will tell you willingly. Do you promise me this? "

Legolas who had paled and his elf heart had shivered with anguish, nodded slowly.

Aragorn put a hand on his shoulder and smiled at him.

"Be patient, in time she will come and tell you," he said.

"I would wait for my whole life if it were necessary," replied the elf.

Aragorn smiled.

"I know," he replied, "now eat even that apple. It will do you good, I do not want elves fainted by weakness in the midst of battle "

For the first time, a faint smile appeared on Legolas's lips.

The talk that Lenore had with her dragon had been long.

It was not necessary to tell him all the sad and heartbreaking story because the Black Dragon knew it perfectly well, what surprised him and at the same time was pleased that Lenore spoke of it with much more tranquility than before, perhaps it was because she had vented with Aragorn.

Decidedly, that man was worth his weight in gold and when he was king he would surely be the best of all time. That was why he had decided to ally himself with him and plead for him before King Théoden, for like the man named Aragorn there were very few.

"What do you think I should do, pal?" Lenore had finally asked as she sat, leaning over him while the Black Dragon covered her with one of his wings like a blanket.

"It's easy and you know it perfectly"

"But it is that I am afraid ... not terrified"

"Everyone at some point has terror or fear of something. I'll tell you, before I learned to fly, I fell down several times and hurt myself a couple of times pretty ugly ... but I had to deal with it or until now I could not fly. You know? The Ványr Findabair was the one who taught me that instead of fearing the wind, I should take it as my ally "

AÉfen-leóht paused.

"Your terror can make you your ally. How? Your terror can remind you of the mistakes you made in the past not to do them again in a new relationship that you have. Your terror reminds you of things very vividly, that you can use to know what is right "

Lenore nodded slowly.

"In addition," AÉfen-leóht continued, "think, it would be very nice ... to have Middle-Earth elf Robin Hood as part of you"

Lenore smiled.

"And you would not have any problem with it, pal?"

The Black Dragon gently nudged Lenore's head.

"If it were another, maybe ... but we're talking about the elf boy! And ... in the worst case, he and I would have a little talk if he dared to do something to you, so ... what can go wrong? "

Lenore nodded pensively.

"Think about it, pal. Follow the advice of the Ranger guy ... that guy is pretty smart and I think it would be very good idea to reflect it because in the end it is your decision and only yours "

Lenore embraced her dragon.

"I love you so much, you know?"

AÉfen-leóht snorted and licked her cheek.

The next night Lenore was walking along the highest terrace of the castle. She had taken a bowl of water and was sitting trying to fix her elf-friend braids, unfortunately Lenore had never had the ability to comb her hair and the only thing that had ended up happening was that she had tangled her hair.

She used the water of the bowl as a mirror since there were no such as in Edoras and that annoyed Lenore. How complicated was it that they had mirrors? But apparently, it was more complicated than expected.

The light of the moon was bright and although she had a keen sight, it was no good ... her hair and, above all, her elf-friend braids were each more disheveled and entangled.

To that was added that she was stressed by the decision she had to make, it was not easy to concentrate with it all the time in the mind.

Lenore began to murmur something under her breath as she tried to pull out a huge knot that had been made, finally despaired, parted from the bowl and screamed in frustration.

"Are you okay?" Asked a soft male voice

Legolas had been pacing all over the terraces of the castle while in his mind he kept repeating Aragorn's words: 'Be patient, in due time she will come and tell you.'

What would she tell him? What had happened that had hurt her so much to mark her? When would it be, oh, when?

Legolas hoped that soon it would be, because although never again he would say something related to his love for her, he was ready to listen her and to console her. He would give his life to make her feel better and make her happy, if only it were soon! He was distressed at the mere thought that Lenore had suffered much in the past.

In the middle of the night, he thought he saw a shadow go to the highest terrace of the castle. Its steps were quick and decisive, trying not to make noise because almost all the inhabitants of the castle slept, but Legolas knew perfectly well these footprints.

He decided to follow her, for who knows what reason, and saw her reach the highest terrace of the castle. There she saw that she was trying to comb her hair and made up her elf-friend's braids, he smiled, tenderly at the fact that, although they're in bad terms, Lenore still wanted to have her elf-friend braids in good condition.

But she did not have the remotest way to comb her hair, and soon her hair became a mess. Legolas wanted to go to help her because he knew Lenore was suffering a lot when her hair was tangled, but he knew he could help her, besides ... he could touch that long, soft black hair like the night he loved so much.

But he restrained himself, he would not approach, give her space and wait until she approached, he would follow the advice of Aragorn. But he could not help it when he saw her scream in frustration.

He left his hiding place and said:

"Are you ok?"

At the sound of his voice, Lenore's heart sank.

"Legolas!" She said in a low, stunned voice, blushing at the thought that the elf had seen her, and would surely think she was throwing a tantrum like a child.

"Are you all right?" The elf asked again without moving from his place, yet in his gaze, apart from sadness and pain, she read the concern, affection and love.

"Ummm ... yes, I'm fine ..."

Lenore watched as Legolas's face darkened. It was obvious, he felt her rejection and it hurt him. No, she could not let that happen.

"Well, not so much, in fact ... no, not at all" she hastened to change "I tried to fix my braids of elf-friend and all I got is that my hair is a complete disaster and now ... my head hurts a little "

Legolas looked at her with that same look: full of sadness and pain, but also with affection, concern and love.

"Would you let me help you?" He asked softly.

Lenore felt her breath catch. Once more that elf who always gave her place, without forcing anything because ... he loved her.

She nodded.

"Do you need the bowl?" She asked.

"No," he replied, "let's sit down so I can comb you well"

Not even daring to touch her for fear of offending her, he showed her a stone bench where they both sat, her back to him.

In Lenore's mind, they repeated over and over again the conversations she had had with Aragorn and AÉfen-leóht. Would she accept his love or not? Would she accept his love or not?

She knew that Legolas would never touch the subject again, he himself had promised, and if there was something that characterized the elf was that he never broke a single one of his promises, so ... it was up to her to take it back, in case she dared to accept it ... but would she?

Finally, she decided that the first thing was to apologize ... but how to apologize for such cruelty that she had done? Would he forgive her? Starting with ... would he listen to her? If he loved her, he would surely hear her ... but, but what would happen? She thought of her how she would react, if Legolas had done what she did, she did not know why, but she was sure she would still love him ... why or how, who knows, but Lenore was sure of it.

How to apologize? How? It was her continual question as a heavy and uneasy silence was between them as Legolas untangled Lenore's long black hair with incredible softness and tenderness.

Not knowing what else to do or say, Lenore began to talk without even knowing whether or not what she was doing was right ... she decided for the first time to let it be her heart to lead the rudder.

"This is very strange," she began to say, longing for the elf to at least follow the conversation

Fortunately, he did.

"Strange?"

"Yes, because you're the first person I really like to comb my hair"

Legolas nodded without saying a word. She had told him once, but in the end, she had shown him that she did not love him ... then she said it as a friend.

Seeing that he did not answer, Lenore continued.

"And you know ... I think that now that I've started thinking, there are several reasons for this"

"I thought it was just because I did not hurt you," he replied.

"It can be ... in fact it is. But apart it could be because it's nice that an elf combs your elf-friend braids that he made you the same day that he named his elf-friend ... or because, at the end I see myself combed ... or because, I really like that you comb me because no one does it like you ... or because ... "

Lenore was silent because at that moment the mind and heart agreed ... she lived in the middle of a miracle, why not accept another that could change her life as much as the tragedy with Keith.

Legolas, who had noticed that she had remained silent, said:

"Are you alright?"

"How can I tell him that I love him too?" Lenore thought over and over again, "how? Rats! Whoever, Válar or Ványr or whoever ... how? "

But the answer came not from any deity but from her own heart.

"Or because ... because you are my ... you are my Fela-leóre" she finished with a whisper

Lenore chuckled at the fact that she used that word.

"Yes, who would tell me that an elf would be my Fela-leóre," she said softly.

Legolas frowned. He had never heard that word, most likely from the language of dragons. What would that mean? Because it was obvious that Lenore did not just say it because she wanted to use a word in that language.

"Fela-leóre?" He repeated, confused, "what do you mean?"

Lenore paled. That was the turning point and once said, there was no turning back.

"Fela-leóre?" She said "fela-leóre means 'fire of my heart'. It is the word dragonesses use for the dragons they love. It is something like the Melethril of the elves, nothing more than fela-leóre is used for the male in the language of dragons"

She paused.

"So ... who would tell me that you would be my fela-leóre?" She added.

Lenore ceased to feel the soft hairstyle that Legolas's hands did to untangle her hair. She was going to call him, but at that moment the elf stood in front of her.

In his gaze, she could still see the sadness and the pain, but now also a light of rising hope and love shone.

"Really?" He asked in a voice choked with emotion.

Lenore looked him straight in the eye and nodded.

"Yes" she said "you are my fela-leóre ... and always will be"

Hearing this, a few tears of joy rolled down Legolas's cheeks as Lenore's eyes filled with tears as she saw that the eyes of the elf she loved disappeared as if by magic the pain and sorrow to give way to the joy, the love and, above all ... to that beautiful and strange light and that, according to Aragorn, was the Fëa of Legolas.

Legolas leaned over and Lenore closed her eyes.

Anyone would think that what the elf would do would be to kiss her in the mouth, but he did not, but gave her a long, tender and gentle kiss on the forehead.

Lenore was surprised at first, but then closed her eyes. That long kiss held much more love than any kiss in the mouth.

With her eyes closed, she could, for some strange reason that she did not understand why, see the Fëa de Legolas that shone more brightly than ever and called her ever closer to her.

Lenore stretched to reach and touch her, it was difficult but she did not stop, not ... she wanted to touch it for a moment.

But if Lenore saw the Fëa of Legolas that shone and attracted to him more and more, he could not resist the desire of even if for a few moments to touch the one of Lenore.

Lenore's Fëa was also a strange and beautiful color, but it had a very different form, similar to that of a dragon, probably a sign that she shared a heart with a dragon.

Legolas also tried to touch her even for just a few seconds and the two Fëas increasingly tried to approach.

Suddenly, they managed to touch only for a moment ... but that moment was magical. Elf and woman felt an emotion that went beyond words, but the fact was that it was the most beautiful in their lives they felt.

They both opened their eyes and looked at each other smiling, not knowing why. They both saw the Fëa glittering with great intensity in the eyes.

"I love you, Melethril, I love you with all my heart" murmured Legolas

Lenore blushed intensely and giggled, but her smile disappeared after a moment.

"What is it, Melethril?" Asked the elf concerned

"I want ... I want ... I want to apologize to you" she murmured

"You have nothing to apologize for Melethril ..."

"No, I have to because what I did not have words" she replied "I want to tell you a story that until recently was a secret for almost everyone except my dragon, I want to tell you because for you ... I will never have secrets"

Legolas smiled tenderly. This woman trusted him fully.

"Long time ago" began to narrate quickly Lenore "I fell in love with a man in my realm, before I met my dragon. That man ... he cheated on me, he played with me, he tried to blackmail me to get me to give him a proof of my love, as I did not give it, he decided to fool me with another ... not happy with this, when I told him that our relationship ended, he gave me a beating almost kills me ... this did not happen because I killed him before with a kitchen knife in the middle of my desperation to survive "

"Oh, Melethril!" Said Legolas shocked and embracing her "how much you must have suffered!"

Lenore nodded as a couple of tears rolled down her cheeks.

"Since then I swore to never fall in love with anyone, let alone give my heart to someone unless a miracle happened," Lenore continued. "I do not know how you managed to make me fall in love with you, but I was ... I was afraid that the same thing would happen to me. That's why I rejected you that way, but nothing further from my heart ... "

"Do not cry, Melethril," Legolas told her, wiping away her tears. "What happened certainly hurt me but I never stopped loving you, let alone now that I am the happiest elf in Middle-Earth thanks to you"

Lenore smiled.

"Do you forgive me?" she asked shyly

"There is nothing to forgive and I beg you to let me do something: let me help you and heal your wounds Melethril"

Lenore began to cry with joy and excitement. She would never have believed anyone asking her permission to help her get through. Of course, she would accept his help and she would also be there to help him! But ... for how long ...?

Legolas immediately realized that something bothered her.

"What is it, meleth nín?" He asked concerned

"Even if he's going to kill you in the end?" She asked sadly.

"Kill me?" He asked confused.

"Yes, the day I die, you ... you ..."

Legolas sighed.

"You spoke to Aragorn," he said with a slight tone of annoyance.

"Do not bother Legolas, if it was not for Aragorn we would not be talking right now"

Legolas raised a surprised eyebrow. No wonder the Ranger had told him what he had said in the morning.

"Listen Melethril, certainly the day you die I will die for sadness, but that ... I do not care. Since I realized that I loved you, I knew and I did not care, my love for you is much greater than wanting to continue living without you or fear of Death if such can be said. Most likely we will have many more years of life together because you share a heart with a dragon, but if not, if tonight you die ... for the simple fact that you have accepted me in your heart, it is enough for me to feel that my life has finally found a purpose "

He paused.

"It will not be easy," he continued. "We will have several obstacles because this is life for all Middle-Earth beings, beginning with this war against the Dark Lord of Mordor, but ... I am ready to fight with all my strength so that you and I will always be together and be happy. I know you're an innate warrior, Melethril, would you be willing to fight at my side to get it? "

Lenore was weeping with joy at all this. Legolas himself offered not only to help her, to heal her, and to be with her all the time, but also to fight that their love would always last as long as the first day ... or rather, night.

She leaned her brow with his and looked into his eyes, with a look full of love and tenderness and said:

"I will always fight at your side my Fela-leóre, always"

Let us breathe easy ... things were solved for good and as Aragorn told Lenore: the love of the elves is disinterested and immortal.

Now that things between Legolas and Lenore have finally been solved ... what will happen? Will Be-sníwod recover?

These and other questions will begin to be answered in the following chapters.

Your reviews are welcome.

AÉfen-leóht (night light): Black Dragon that is the Bregu of his clan of his realm. He shares his heart with Lenore.

Be-sníwod (covered with snow): Ice Dragoness that is the Bregu of her clan.

Fela-leóre (fire of my heart): the tender way that the dragonesses use for calling their beloveds.