Authors note- I only own six of the characters involved in this story,
they are the ones, which are not in
LOTR, as I made them up myself. (Unfortunately one of them is not Legolas *sob, sob*)
Thanks for all of your reviews please keep them coming in!!! Here is chapter 6 . . . . .
Chapter 6: True Feelings
The gentle morning breeze rushed across her fair face, as Elawen ran through the trees. Her heart was pounding with delight, and her smile was full of tranquillity, for at last Legolas had seen her as her true self. Once again her name was called, flowing in the forest air. She pulled her hood over her face once more, saddened that she would once again have to hide her identity, as she began to came closer to the camp. Elawen looked ahead, and could see the figure of Arian awaiting her return. As Elawen came up to Arian, she could see that her face was filled with worry and concern.
"Elawen, quick. They are about to begin the search!" Arian's voice spoke hastily, gesturing to Elawen, that her tent was to the left. "I must go now, I will see you in a moment." Elawen rushed up to her tent, and quickly entered, making sure that nobody could see that a woman was entering Eluthas' tent. She slid on her green leggings and embroided vest, and hastily put on her walking shoes. Again she plated her hair and slid it into the back of the hood of her cloak, which was held in place by a shiny silver broach. Elawen walked up to the end of her bed and gazed down at her bow and quiver.
Gently, Elawen picked up her leather quiver, which was filled with gleaming white and silver arrows. Her thoughts went back to when she had first used the bow and arrow, back in Rivendell. Her brother, Elrohir had taught her many years ago when she was only a young elf, for he too had sheared the same passion. And even though Elladan said that it was dangerous for a girl or woman to use such weapons, Elrohir believed that Elawen should still have the chance to do so. Elawen smiled to herself and placed the quiver on her back, and now she looked at her bow.
She reached out her slender hand and held the bow up high, gently fingering the pine woodcarvings upon it. This had been a present from Galindor many years ago, when she first became a member of the guards. He had said that the carvings upon it were of all the stars that are precious to the elves of Middle Earth. Elawen held her bow in her hand ready for the search to begin, and once again, checked that her hood hid all traces of Elawen.
In the far corner of the glade the company awaited for Legolas' return. The sun was fully risen in the sky, and its rays shone brightly upon them. Elawen, searching around her, could see Galindor amongst the host of elves, his face brimming with pride, and eyes gleamed with anxiety. Elawen made her way towards him, her lips possessing a cheerful smile, which gladdened the hearts of elves that she passed.
"Quel amrun," Galindor greeted Elawen as she stood beside him. Elawen turned to face him, and replied simply, "Quel amrun, heruamin." Galindor too turned, and faced the brave archer next to him, a grin forming on his pure elvish face, "I believe Legolas will be here soon, and our search will then begin." Elawen's eyes widened at the mention of the prince's name, for she longed to see his beauty again. The sun still shone as brightly as ever, as the elves waited for their leader to arrive. Their thoughts were anxious for the search to begin, until a tall elf stood up in front of them.
"My fellow archers." Legolas' voice was soft but stern, "As you know the creature Gollum has escaped, and for a while we have longed to find him, but have never succeeded. So know our search begins, and hopefully our finding will be soon." Every elf stood proud of their duties as Legolas spoke these words, and listened cautiously as he his speech came to an abrupt end, "May our search for Gollum not be in vein. Let us begin!"
At this the company spread out amongst the trees in all possible directions. Three of the elves were assigned to stay at the camp, to await the return of the finding of Gollum, while the rest made their way to their posts.
Many hours had passed as Elawen gazed from her high up position, on the branch of an Avinie tree. Her sharp ears and keen eyes were always tracing the ground, but her mind and thoughts were miles away, as the day seemed to ware on. Many elves were nearby, watching from their positions in the trees, and Elawen thought that a quick look at the sky and wonderful scenery would not make much difference. The sun was full in the cloudless sky, as the endless shade of saffron blue, ever plummeted along the horizon. The mountains to the right stood tall and mighty, as the Great River Anduin ran at its feet and the forest seemed ever lasting as she looked off into the far distance.
Elawen had not been astray from her watch long, when the radiant sound of elvish voices could be heard among the treetops. Elawen gazed below her, and to her surprise it was Arian. Her rich brown hair was flowing freely down her back, as she spoke to another Elf. As the two elves drew closer she could identify the elf in which she was speaking to, and to Elawen's complete astonishment, it was Legolas. Elawen sat listening with wonder as to what they were talking about, for the elves had sat at the brink of the tree, talking softly to one another.
"I felt as thought I had been brought into a bream," Legolas' voice flowed into the treetops, and Elawen could see the look of curiosity on Arian's face. "Oh? And when was this?" A grin seemed to be forming on Arian's face as these words can out. Legolas faced Arian with a smile, "Just this morning." Legolas was now looking up into the pale blue sky; "I met the most beautiful maiden that has ever walked upon Middle Earth." Arian wondered for a minute, "And who is this maiden, of which you speak?" "Why it is the Lady Elawen." The sudden realisation hit Arian, and a look of shock and surprise spread across her face. "And do you know of where this Lady comes from?" Arian was hoping that Legolas would not know that the Lady Elawen was the daughter of Elrond from Rivendell, for surly he would wonder why she was in Mirkwood. "Alas. I do not know of were this fair maiden comes from, but my heart yearns to see her again."
Elawen too, was shocked at what he Legolas had said, but as she had heard that he wanted to see her again, Elawen could not help but wonder how. She could see him in the early hours of the morning, when the company was at rest, or late in the evening, when the company made there way to their tents.
Arian and Legolas were now walking away from the Avinie tree, upon which Elawen was perched. Her eyes followed Legolas as he walked into the forest, and Elawen remembered the task at hand. For the rest of the day Elawen had kept an eye out for Gollum, but most of the time she sat, day dreaming of her next meeting with the elf prince. His beautiful eyes matched the colour of a cloudless sky, his star bright hair glistened like gold and his unblemished face shone with blessedness. The memory's from there last meeting, that very day was still fresh in her mind, and when she saw that the sun was near setting her heart was filed with joy once more.
Elawen gazed downwards from her position, as the sound of elvish voices filled the evening air. The company were making their way back towards the camp, and Elawen quickly climbed down from her post and joined them. Many a time had the elves asked her of their search, and whether she had seen anything unusual. But all the same, Elawen just replied with the same answer. The company passed over many banks and through a great expanse of fur trees before they had reached the glade. Elawen had wished to have an early night, for she would be getting up early to find Legolas, while the rest of the company sat down around a warm glowing campfire.
"Elawen," a voice whispered softly from the nearby trees, "Elawen come quickly." Elawen was a bit confused as to who this was, but made her way over were the voice was coming from all the same. "Yes. Who is it?" Elawen was unsure whether to reply, as she was still dressed in her guard clothes. "It's me, Arian. I have got something to tell you." Elawen, relieved at who it was, followed Arian as she walked over to her tent. "What is it? Is something wrong?" Elawen was still unsure what it was that Arian wanted to tell her. "Nay. Nothing is wrong, but something amazing is going to happen to you." Elawen was completely confused; what did Arian mean by something amazing. "Well what is it?" Arian turned and looked at her in the eye, "Legolas is waiting for you by Tithinen. You had better hurry and get dressed." Elawen was, as Arian had said, completely amazed. "Are you sure?" A grin was forming on Arian's rosy cheeks, "Yes. Now hurry up." Arian made her way over to the kindling fire and sat down next to one of the elves.
Elawen stepped out into the trees before Tithinen. The sun was fading in the navy blue sky, and all that could be seen above her was bright haze of the stars as they shone down upon her. The leaves once again shone silver, which equated her silver white gown, while the grey cloak upon her shoulders joined the darkness around her. As she stepped closer to the bank of the stream, her eyes were distracted, and she suddenly turned in surprise. A dark hooded figure was grasping onto her for arm; no face could bee seen, save a forbidding darkness, which seemed to be never ending.
Elawen's face was full of dismay as the hooded figure lifted a hand towards its face, and quickly removed its hood. Elawen was completely stunned, the figure was that of which she knew, and she held a hand by her chest in relief. The tall figure loosened his grip and put his hand on her shoulder, "Are you alright?" His face was full of concern, as Elawen still seemed to be in shock. "Yes. I believe so." Elawen looked up into the tall figure's eyes, for they captivated her with their brightness and colour. "My Lord. Why do you come before me so dark and forbidding?" "Please. Call me Legolas," the elf smiled down at Elawen, with his beautiful eyes, "I am only in such a disguise to get away from my camp without being noticed." Elawen looked at him forgivingly, as he released her shoulder.
The two elves sat on the banks of the running stream, and radiance seemed to glow around them. Elawen's hair shone star bright as it flowed down her back, which framed her elegant, elvish face. They had spent hours talking about themselves, where they live and where they had been. And to this Elawen had said that she was an elf from the North of Mirkwood, who was staying for a while with some friends. They also spoke of their passions, which to the delight and amazement of Legolas, Elawen had told him that she too had a desire for the bow and quiver ever since she was a young elf.
"Do you have a passion, something that you desire?" Elawen asked with curiosity, after she had told him of her love for the bow and quiver. Legolas looked uneasy for a moment, but then sighed and smiled at her, "Yes, I do have a desire. And that's you." Elawen was astounded, and her heart filled with joy and contentment as Legolas continued in their own tongue, "Vanimle sila tiri." At this Elawen felt the worm touch of Legolas' hand on hers, and she glanced up into his unblemished face. Grey blue eyes met sky blue as Legolas ran his slender hand through her pale glistening hair.
Gently he held her chin, slowly drawing her towards him, and kissed her. The air swirled about them as Elawen returned the kiss, and an aura shone brightly around them as their body's intertwined by the water's edge. Slowly Elawen pulled back from their embrace, her face full of bliss as Legolas held her hand. "I really must go," Elawen whispered softly, still overwhelmed and intoxicated by the kiss. Legolas touched her velvety cheek, and whispered back, "Why must you go? Can't you stay a while longer?" Elawen slowly stood up, and so did Legolas, "Alas. I must go. Wait for me here at dusk tomorrow."
At this Elawen took one last look at his beautiful eyes, before he gently released her hand and her soft touch slipped away as she speed of into the woods. Legolas gazed after her, saddened that she must go, but his heart still full of delight and joy. He softy whispered in the night air after her, "Namarie."
As it says at the beginning of the last chapter, I will have a few lessons on elvish at the end of later chapters. Well they will be starting at the end of chapter 7, so keep a look out!!! Thanks for reading!!!
LOTR, as I made them up myself. (Unfortunately one of them is not Legolas *sob, sob*)
Thanks for all of your reviews please keep them coming in!!! Here is chapter 6 . . . . .
Chapter 6: True Feelings
The gentle morning breeze rushed across her fair face, as Elawen ran through the trees. Her heart was pounding with delight, and her smile was full of tranquillity, for at last Legolas had seen her as her true self. Once again her name was called, flowing in the forest air. She pulled her hood over her face once more, saddened that she would once again have to hide her identity, as she began to came closer to the camp. Elawen looked ahead, and could see the figure of Arian awaiting her return. As Elawen came up to Arian, she could see that her face was filled with worry and concern.
"Elawen, quick. They are about to begin the search!" Arian's voice spoke hastily, gesturing to Elawen, that her tent was to the left. "I must go now, I will see you in a moment." Elawen rushed up to her tent, and quickly entered, making sure that nobody could see that a woman was entering Eluthas' tent. She slid on her green leggings and embroided vest, and hastily put on her walking shoes. Again she plated her hair and slid it into the back of the hood of her cloak, which was held in place by a shiny silver broach. Elawen walked up to the end of her bed and gazed down at her bow and quiver.
Gently, Elawen picked up her leather quiver, which was filled with gleaming white and silver arrows. Her thoughts went back to when she had first used the bow and arrow, back in Rivendell. Her brother, Elrohir had taught her many years ago when she was only a young elf, for he too had sheared the same passion. And even though Elladan said that it was dangerous for a girl or woman to use such weapons, Elrohir believed that Elawen should still have the chance to do so. Elawen smiled to herself and placed the quiver on her back, and now she looked at her bow.
She reached out her slender hand and held the bow up high, gently fingering the pine woodcarvings upon it. This had been a present from Galindor many years ago, when she first became a member of the guards. He had said that the carvings upon it were of all the stars that are precious to the elves of Middle Earth. Elawen held her bow in her hand ready for the search to begin, and once again, checked that her hood hid all traces of Elawen.
In the far corner of the glade the company awaited for Legolas' return. The sun was fully risen in the sky, and its rays shone brightly upon them. Elawen, searching around her, could see Galindor amongst the host of elves, his face brimming with pride, and eyes gleamed with anxiety. Elawen made her way towards him, her lips possessing a cheerful smile, which gladdened the hearts of elves that she passed.
"Quel amrun," Galindor greeted Elawen as she stood beside him. Elawen turned to face him, and replied simply, "Quel amrun, heruamin." Galindor too turned, and faced the brave archer next to him, a grin forming on his pure elvish face, "I believe Legolas will be here soon, and our search will then begin." Elawen's eyes widened at the mention of the prince's name, for she longed to see his beauty again. The sun still shone as brightly as ever, as the elves waited for their leader to arrive. Their thoughts were anxious for the search to begin, until a tall elf stood up in front of them.
"My fellow archers." Legolas' voice was soft but stern, "As you know the creature Gollum has escaped, and for a while we have longed to find him, but have never succeeded. So know our search begins, and hopefully our finding will be soon." Every elf stood proud of their duties as Legolas spoke these words, and listened cautiously as he his speech came to an abrupt end, "May our search for Gollum not be in vein. Let us begin!"
At this the company spread out amongst the trees in all possible directions. Three of the elves were assigned to stay at the camp, to await the return of the finding of Gollum, while the rest made their way to their posts.
Many hours had passed as Elawen gazed from her high up position, on the branch of an Avinie tree. Her sharp ears and keen eyes were always tracing the ground, but her mind and thoughts were miles away, as the day seemed to ware on. Many elves were nearby, watching from their positions in the trees, and Elawen thought that a quick look at the sky and wonderful scenery would not make much difference. The sun was full in the cloudless sky, as the endless shade of saffron blue, ever plummeted along the horizon. The mountains to the right stood tall and mighty, as the Great River Anduin ran at its feet and the forest seemed ever lasting as she looked off into the far distance.
Elawen had not been astray from her watch long, when the radiant sound of elvish voices could be heard among the treetops. Elawen gazed below her, and to her surprise it was Arian. Her rich brown hair was flowing freely down her back, as she spoke to another Elf. As the two elves drew closer she could identify the elf in which she was speaking to, and to Elawen's complete astonishment, it was Legolas. Elawen sat listening with wonder as to what they were talking about, for the elves had sat at the brink of the tree, talking softly to one another.
"I felt as thought I had been brought into a bream," Legolas' voice flowed into the treetops, and Elawen could see the look of curiosity on Arian's face. "Oh? And when was this?" A grin seemed to be forming on Arian's face as these words can out. Legolas faced Arian with a smile, "Just this morning." Legolas was now looking up into the pale blue sky; "I met the most beautiful maiden that has ever walked upon Middle Earth." Arian wondered for a minute, "And who is this maiden, of which you speak?" "Why it is the Lady Elawen." The sudden realisation hit Arian, and a look of shock and surprise spread across her face. "And do you know of where this Lady comes from?" Arian was hoping that Legolas would not know that the Lady Elawen was the daughter of Elrond from Rivendell, for surly he would wonder why she was in Mirkwood. "Alas. I do not know of were this fair maiden comes from, but my heart yearns to see her again."
Elawen too, was shocked at what he Legolas had said, but as she had heard that he wanted to see her again, Elawen could not help but wonder how. She could see him in the early hours of the morning, when the company was at rest, or late in the evening, when the company made there way to their tents.
Arian and Legolas were now walking away from the Avinie tree, upon which Elawen was perched. Her eyes followed Legolas as he walked into the forest, and Elawen remembered the task at hand. For the rest of the day Elawen had kept an eye out for Gollum, but most of the time she sat, day dreaming of her next meeting with the elf prince. His beautiful eyes matched the colour of a cloudless sky, his star bright hair glistened like gold and his unblemished face shone with blessedness. The memory's from there last meeting, that very day was still fresh in her mind, and when she saw that the sun was near setting her heart was filed with joy once more.
Elawen gazed downwards from her position, as the sound of elvish voices filled the evening air. The company were making their way back towards the camp, and Elawen quickly climbed down from her post and joined them. Many a time had the elves asked her of their search, and whether she had seen anything unusual. But all the same, Elawen just replied with the same answer. The company passed over many banks and through a great expanse of fur trees before they had reached the glade. Elawen had wished to have an early night, for she would be getting up early to find Legolas, while the rest of the company sat down around a warm glowing campfire.
"Elawen," a voice whispered softly from the nearby trees, "Elawen come quickly." Elawen was a bit confused as to who this was, but made her way over were the voice was coming from all the same. "Yes. Who is it?" Elawen was unsure whether to reply, as she was still dressed in her guard clothes. "It's me, Arian. I have got something to tell you." Elawen, relieved at who it was, followed Arian as she walked over to her tent. "What is it? Is something wrong?" Elawen was still unsure what it was that Arian wanted to tell her. "Nay. Nothing is wrong, but something amazing is going to happen to you." Elawen was completely confused; what did Arian mean by something amazing. "Well what is it?" Arian turned and looked at her in the eye, "Legolas is waiting for you by Tithinen. You had better hurry and get dressed." Elawen was, as Arian had said, completely amazed. "Are you sure?" A grin was forming on Arian's rosy cheeks, "Yes. Now hurry up." Arian made her way over to the kindling fire and sat down next to one of the elves.
Elawen stepped out into the trees before Tithinen. The sun was fading in the navy blue sky, and all that could be seen above her was bright haze of the stars as they shone down upon her. The leaves once again shone silver, which equated her silver white gown, while the grey cloak upon her shoulders joined the darkness around her. As she stepped closer to the bank of the stream, her eyes were distracted, and she suddenly turned in surprise. A dark hooded figure was grasping onto her for arm; no face could bee seen, save a forbidding darkness, which seemed to be never ending.
Elawen's face was full of dismay as the hooded figure lifted a hand towards its face, and quickly removed its hood. Elawen was completely stunned, the figure was that of which she knew, and she held a hand by her chest in relief. The tall figure loosened his grip and put his hand on her shoulder, "Are you alright?" His face was full of concern, as Elawen still seemed to be in shock. "Yes. I believe so." Elawen looked up into the tall figure's eyes, for they captivated her with their brightness and colour. "My Lord. Why do you come before me so dark and forbidding?" "Please. Call me Legolas," the elf smiled down at Elawen, with his beautiful eyes, "I am only in such a disguise to get away from my camp without being noticed." Elawen looked at him forgivingly, as he released her shoulder.
The two elves sat on the banks of the running stream, and radiance seemed to glow around them. Elawen's hair shone star bright as it flowed down her back, which framed her elegant, elvish face. They had spent hours talking about themselves, where they live and where they had been. And to this Elawen had said that she was an elf from the North of Mirkwood, who was staying for a while with some friends. They also spoke of their passions, which to the delight and amazement of Legolas, Elawen had told him that she too had a desire for the bow and quiver ever since she was a young elf.
"Do you have a passion, something that you desire?" Elawen asked with curiosity, after she had told him of her love for the bow and quiver. Legolas looked uneasy for a moment, but then sighed and smiled at her, "Yes, I do have a desire. And that's you." Elawen was astounded, and her heart filled with joy and contentment as Legolas continued in their own tongue, "Vanimle sila tiri." At this Elawen felt the worm touch of Legolas' hand on hers, and she glanced up into his unblemished face. Grey blue eyes met sky blue as Legolas ran his slender hand through her pale glistening hair.
Gently he held her chin, slowly drawing her towards him, and kissed her. The air swirled about them as Elawen returned the kiss, and an aura shone brightly around them as their body's intertwined by the water's edge. Slowly Elawen pulled back from their embrace, her face full of bliss as Legolas held her hand. "I really must go," Elawen whispered softly, still overwhelmed and intoxicated by the kiss. Legolas touched her velvety cheek, and whispered back, "Why must you go? Can't you stay a while longer?" Elawen slowly stood up, and so did Legolas, "Alas. I must go. Wait for me here at dusk tomorrow."
At this Elawen took one last look at his beautiful eyes, before he gently released her hand and her soft touch slipped away as she speed of into the woods. Legolas gazed after her, saddened that she must go, but his heart still full of delight and joy. He softy whispered in the night air after her, "Namarie."
As it says at the beginning of the last chapter, I will have a few lessons on elvish at the end of later chapters. Well they will be starting at the end of chapter 7, so keep a look out!!! Thanks for reading!!!