Disclaimer: I do not own anything from the lord of the rings world. Only Victoria, Rialan, Isil and ithlen. I also do not own any of the lines of romeo and juliet. It strictly belongs to william shakespeare.
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"How long do you intend to avoid him Vic?" Rialan asked using his new nickname for Victoria as he spoke to her. She sat across him sipping her cup of tea and then set it slowly down upon the elven table. She then characteristically set her feet up on the table surface and crossed her arms.
"As long as I have to.." She retorted stubbornly. Her eyes darkened upon remembering what had happened almost a week ago. The way he grabbed her out of his selfish fit of anger and screamed at her when all she did was put on some of his mothers perfume, when not knowing it was the queen's to begin with. But Victoria did understand how the subject of his mother can wound him so deeply. The elf prince was still scarred from her leaving. He needed to be mended.
"Holding grudges are pointless.." Rialan commented leaning back in his chair. The two of them were sitting in the dining hall having a quiet lunch. Victoria who sat across from him, now narrowed her majestic green eyes and tilted her head to one side as if questioned.
Victoria had been avoiding Legolas for almost a week now. Though the elf apologized countless times, she would only shut him out. Not a soul knew that her shutting him out was bringing him to be pained. If the beautiful pure healer would pass through the corridor, she would not acknowledge him. At dinner, she ignored him nor made eye contact. At training Victoria would spar a good distance away from him. But this show of avoidance did not unnoticed by all. Legolas was saddened by her actions, the swarm of hurt that tumbled through his intense blue eyes.
"Pointless?..You now what's pointless? The way he keeps trying to apologize like I'm just going to accept it...Now that's what I call pointless.." Victoria countered snorting under her breath. Victoria looked down at her lap, as she could not help but feel a bit remorse..he had after all apologized..But she could not forgive him just yet. She needed time and for him to show that he was truly sorry.
"Victoria why must you be so cold hearted?" Rialan asked leaning over the table to study her in the eyes. He knew deep inside the layer of ice chilled around her heart was slowly melting away. But at times, he believed that maybe it was constantly working it's way to freeze itself again. As if wanting it..
"And why must everyone ask me that?" She snapped. Rialan cringed at her tone but remained neutral nonetheless. She then got up from her chair and looked to the window with a sigh. He gazed at her. Wind swept in through the open window brushing across her face, fluttering her long eyelashes. Her tresses of dark hair blew up like rippling flags around her troubled face. Something indeed was bothering her..
"Rialan..er..I stay away from him for more reasons then just my anger.." Victoria whispered when finally gathering up enough of her courage. This reply from her however had caught Rialan's attention. He eagerly turned his chair around to face her and leaned over as if getting ready to hear a tale.
"Pray tell Vic.." He urged. Victoria turned her ever searching reluctant gaze away from the large window. Opening her mouth, she found that her words had died away upon viewing his rather devilish expression. Her mouth opened in horror upon that. Flailing her arms around Victoria shouted.
"I know that expression anywhere! Don't you dare even go to thinking that!" She shouted, her voice slightly echoing upon the high arched walls of the dining hall. Rialan began to chuckle which only made her madder.
"So, then why else do you avoid him?.." Rialan finally was able to ask through his laughter. She appeared to be almost disturbed in a sense as she fingered the fabric of the white tablecloth.
"I know deep down my friend, you are not as hard as you make yourself out to be...You are soft and gentle..and I think behind that stone fortress forever surrounding your heart, is a soul needing to be seen." Rialan said much to her utter surprise.
"My soul, needing to be seen..HA! never would anyone see me..It's a load of crap as much as I know.." She answered, her voice dangerously low. She stamped one of her feet to make her comment stand true. He let his silver orbs follow her movements.
"Vic, you cannot possibly still hold anger toward him.. After all, he did apologize after his actions." Rialan explained, wanting the elf prince and the pure healers to be friends once more. He could definitely see this infinite bond between those two. It was something that stood up and out of all her friendships with the elves of Mirkwood. Their friendship in question, could indeed even be more..
"Well,?.." He asked ever more, the curiosity eating him alive. Victoria bit down on her lip nervously as she studied his awaiting face. His lips then curved up into another grin. He seemed to know something she did not.
"You are feeling for Legolas?.." He asked with high eyebrows and a grin that took up the most of the volume of his fair face. This was a relevant question in which he desired answers. Victoria gulped and a flabbergasted expression formed onto her features.
"Hell no.." She said finally after a moment. Rialan sensed her immediate hesitation in answer, therefore not believing her words for even a second. Pondering his new thoughts, he could not help but start chuckling. Only did he come back to realize Victoria was still with him when a small loaf of bread had been thrown at his head. She stood across the table from him, her hand still up from throwing the carbohydrate at the weaponsmith.
"You shall feel more then that to the head, if you do not tell me what you think is so amusing Mr. weaponsmith!" Victoria countered. He smiled amusingly at this.
"Your threats are ill to me Vic..but nonetheless, I cannot imagine you and the prince as lovers..perhaps since you always make yourself out to be someone who does not love.." He said and then dodged a large turkey leg as it almost knocked him in the head like a football. Victoria was standing high with a glare on her face, a large cooked turkey in her arms, a wing readied in her raised arm.
"There is no such word as lovers in my every day vocabulary!" She retorted and then threw the crisp golden cooked wing, sending it sailing through the air like a boomerang. It nearly hitting him in the chest, Rialan was able to slip off his chair and onto the floor to take cover. She was obviously not threw yet, for she was now atop the table, a spoon in her hand. Like a slingshot, she bent back the spoon sending it's condiments across the room and to hit the floor a mere few inches away from him. Getting ready to start a food fight, Victoria grabbed a large silver platter and held it in front of her like a battle shield. The two of them only stopped upon voices on the other side of the dining hall door.
"I have ill news my lord.." Said a voice.
Rialan stopped, mid throw when hearing the voice. Victoria had halted as well and cocked her head to one side, her eyes to the ceiling as she strained to listen. The weaponsmith climbed out from his hiding spot under the table and silently strode over to the closed door. Placing his leaf shaped ear to the wood, he could make out the voices of a messenger and The king himself. With an abrupt motion of his hand, he beckoned Victoria to join him at the door to listen.
Like a snake, she managed to get to the door without making a sound. Placing her ear against the door frame, she strained her hearing to listen. She almost snorted. Eavesdropping was one of her specialties and she knew it.
"A party you say?..How many?.." The king asked rubbing his chin whilst he listened intently to the brown haired messenger beside him. The elf man had just come back to Mirkwood after spending a few nights out in the wilderness with a few other of there elf kin. It seems that the elf fleet had stumbled upon some orcs while out there. The elf messenger who was still dressed from his travel, was speaking rapidly.
The messenger seemed reluctant to answer but cleared his throat and spoke.
"There was at least a good sixty at that camp..But we for sure, that many more of there campsites lay nearby hidden in the foliage of the deep wood.." The messenger said grimly. The king closed his eyes and shook his head slightly.
"We were to dispose of them, but we managed to get some information." He said with a gulp. Thranduil looked up from his attempt of rubbing the stress from his forehead. He was not one to usually stress, for it was not very common amongst his kind, but he found that he was experiencing it lately.
"Speak" The king of Mirkwood instructed softly. The messenger studied his king for a moment before speaking.
"We managed to find out from one of the beasts, that they intend to make Mirkwood there own..." He began..
"Revenge for the destruction of Sauron.." Thranduil said filling in the blanks with knit eyebrows. The messenger then took in a deep breath, ready to continue to relay the message.
"There hosts are increasing by the number, and they will not stop at nothing to bring death to the elves of the Greenwood.." He said gravely before set his eyes downcast and bowed.
"Is the time of battle known?.." The king then asked.
"Nay my lord, but I expect not soon..They are but showing us a taste of the terror they will unleash.." He replied still looking to the floor.
"Thank you..now you may depart..well done.." Thranduil replied patting the elf's shoulder and then dismissed then dismissed him.. The king of Mirkwood suddenly felt himself be lost within his thoughts..
What would become of Greenwood the great?..Would the elves of Mirkwood fall to the terrors of death and torment?..Know, he did not. He knew that his time would come to an end before he must take leaves of the woods he called home. After this final battle and when his beloved son was happily married, then he would follow the call of the sea and reunite with his beloved wife. But would Legolas even survive this?..He had fought many wars indeed. The message that the orcs had run across the walls of his home..written in the blood of his woodland kin.
The blood of the elves shall flow through the river running....
The king of Mirkwood looked to the ceiling and raised a silent prayer. He needed to lead his people to victory..They could not fall. They have not done in the past and he would let them come to fail anytime soon. Not while he still drew breath. Heaving a sigh, Thranduil walked confidently down the corridor his air of grace, wisdom and power ever stronger..
Meanwhile Victoria and Rialan who had been eavesdropping at the door had paled upon what they overheard. The two of them gazed at each other wondering if they were going to survive..would death part them..would death part Victoria from everything she had come to love.
One thing was for sure..The Elven kingdom was going to war..But how soon?.. An hour from then?..A day?..A week?...Months?.....or maybe even years...
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Legolas watched her steadily, his eyes sparkling like finely polished sapphires in the afternoon light. Victoria was sitting at the table in one of the book filled dens, scribbling furiously in what looked like some sort of journal. Her ink well was moving rapidly, but a wisp of a beautiful smile was slowly lighting her features. He found it contagious for he could not help but smile widely as he gazed at her. He was determined..
Determined to get the pure healer who sat but a few foot away from him to forgive him..Legolas felt his heart thumping in his chest as he took in a deep breath. His hope was gathered up to the core of him this time. Hope that the cold grudge she had so taken against him had finally been drowned away.
"Please let her forgive me.." He pleaded. Puffing out his chest confidently, Legolas strode out of his dark shadowed hiding spot and approached her. Sitting down across from her rather loudly, He awaited for her to speak. She looked up for a split moment before turning her attention back to her journal.
"Good morning my friend.." He began strongly. She just snorted at the word friend. Victoria tossed a wafer into her mouth and munched flippantly. Legolas let out a sigh knowing she would do everything in her will to make this difficult for him. Leaning over, her gently took her hand in his. Yet, he knew not what the affect of his touch did to her.
"Victoria.."He whispered softly. She only brought her journal in front of her face as if reading. Letting out a breath he had no idea that he had been holding in, he gently brought a long slender finger of his own on the top of the journal so that he saw her eyes. The eyes he had come to love and yearn to look into..
"Please do not shut me out..Please.." He pleaded ever so softly, making her almost scream in desperation, yet she showed no sign of facial expression as she pretended to read from her notebook. Oh how sincere he sounded. She wanted to just throw her arms around him right then and there and hug him fiercely but she brushed away the thought. His expression and voice reminded her that day when she held him whilst wept upon the news of his father's injury. That stroke of voice caused her to look up at him.
"So, you forgive me?.." The elf prince asked an unmissable hope in his eyes. They gleamed like fresh diamonds in the light piercing her to her deep stone core. Victoria felt a sudden tremble in her heart. It pulsed warm signals throughout her body as if relaying in a marathon all the way down the the finish line at the tip of her toes. Out of the four walls surrounding her heart, one had already fallen that many night ago in Lomens. Now the second wall was starting to shake. It continued as the elf before her, began to smile warmly. Snapping out of her inner thoughts and emotions, Victoria crossed her arms and glared.
"Forgive you?..hm..let me think really hard about that one..hm...um..NO!" She countered. The radiance of hope that she had so found in his eyes shattered immediately. He then looked away, hiding his hurt. But we was not about to give up yet.
"What are you doing?.." He asked attempting to make conversation. She only shoved her notebook into his hands. Squinting his beautiful eyes, Legolas read the fine print.
"Shakespeare..Romeo and Juliet." Legolas read. Meanwhile while he was reading some of the poetry, he came to find himself utterly speechless at the beauty of the poetry. Victoria was gazing at him unconsciously smiling softly at his reading expression.
Legolas could feel Victoria smile and therefore looked up for a split moment to smile in return. When she took notice of him knowing, she turned stubbornly and coughed uncomfortably. The elf found joy in the words he read..It was not a novel but quotes from the story. The soul filled words intrigued him. The race of men would forever have him wondering. Such short a life they have, yet they had the power to write in ways elves could not even come to cope with.
Victoria then suddenly arose to her feet. She shuffled a few things together rather at a quick pace. She was doing it again..She was leaving him.
"Where are you going?.." He asked curiously. Between her nervous shuffling, she mumbled something about having to meet with someone.
"You have forgiven me right?.." He asked trying to get her eyes to fall into sync with his own. But she avoided all eye contact. She then looked up at him at his question before turning and practically fleeing down the hall. That's when Legolas noticed..
Her notebook had been left behind. The elf opened his mouth to call her about it when he suddenly halted. Lowering himself back into a chair he slowly leafed through it, and was struck with an idea. She liked poetry..He would certainly give her some poetry tonight..
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The elf prince of Mirkwood sprinted across the grass of his father's kingdom. His dark green cape bellowed out as he ran like a glimmering banner. No one saw him..All souls were asleep in the kingdom of Mirkwood on the special night..Well all except Legolas of course. His long slender legs let him almost glide across palace grounds, unseen and unheard by patrolling eyes. His golden hair had not the chance to bask in the moonlight for it was hidden away with his face under his hooded cape.
Victoria Watson was in for a special time tonight..Either that or she would never forgive him..That was certainly something Legolas never wanted. His pace slowed as he neared her high balcony...
Standing at the foot of the balcony, he looked up to where her glass doors were firmly shut. There was no light in the room letting him know that she was asleep. Gathering a small handful of pebbles, the elf prince raised his arm and threw a pebble to the window. When nothing happened, he threw a good few more.
Only did Legolas stop when he saw a candle flicker on from inside her bedroom. Still hooded, he stepped back to be in view and swore that he could almost hear her cursing loudly from her chambers. One of the glass doors opened, and there she came out.
Legolas was taken aback by the sight. She was dressed in dark green silks that accentuated the delicate curves of her slender body. Through the wind, the silks blew past her like a cloak along with wisps of her dark obsidian hair.
(a/n: if you want to know what the dress looks like, think the blue silk dress Arwen wore in the Two towers in Aragorn's dream. But only imagine it dark green)
Her beauty silently put him on the spot, the words already sealed into his head like embroidery, now lost as he gazed upon her. Only when, her eyes fell upon him, did he remember why he was there.
"Who are you!?" She retorted dangerously. Legolas grinned from under his hood. Even in the beautiful night dress, she was still maintaining her daring stamina and could look threatening. Ever so slowly, Legolas brought the hood away from his face. He could see from where he stood, that her eyes darkened upon the sight of him.
"Oh it's you.." She said emphasizing the word 'you'. yet she could not take her eyes off him. He was dresses in dark colors ready for exploring the night. When his hood fell away, it was as if the moonlight suddenly clung to him. His appearance so so angelic and made her heart unconsciously beat faster..oh so faster..
Crossing her arms while suddenly blushing, she knew what she was wearing was night wear, but she felt as if naked under his gaze. She shifted her weight from foot to foot as she then nervously set her hands down upon the balcony.
"Why has it, that you disturbed my sleep?..Did you wish only to look at me?.." She hissed feeling somewhat impatient. He then smiled.
"The sight of you is a joy that could not only bring light to my heart lothamin (my flower).." He murmured up to her. She blushed and turned away, Legolas delighting in the way he could make her cheeks change color so fast. The moonlight captured the blush in her cheeks making her more beautiful to him then ever.
Taking a step forward he sucked in a breath and began to speak. Slowly and strongly his words came from him in the poetic rhythm that made her stand astonished.
(A/N: I played winter light by Sarah Brightman when i wrote this scene and it made it so romantic..mayeb u should listen to it to. I know that the song had alredy been mentioned in a recent story, but I had planned to use that song and this idea for some time now. )
"He jests at scars that never felt a wound..But soft! What light through yonder window breaks?" Legolas murmured to her from the foot of her balcony, the words coming from him in a flawless motion. Victoria gasped. He was speaking the words of shakespeare..He must have read her notebook she had left in one of the reading dens that early morning. She came closer to the balcony wanting to hear the sweet soul filled words come from his mouth.
"It is the East, and Victoria is the sun!..Arise, fair sun and kill the envious moon, who is already sick and pale with grief that thou her maid art far more fair then she.." Legolas continued and then grinned as he used Victoria's name in the versus. His idea of doing all of this was certainly working for she was starting to smile softly. Seeing that, he bellowed out powerfully, his words through the friendship and emotions he felt for her.
"Be not her maid, since she is envious. her vestal livery is but sick and green, and none but fools do wear it. Cast it off. It is my lady, oh, it is my love!..Oh, that she knew she were!" He said, the words of the tragic tale of Romeo and Juliet. The elf prince could no longer remember the words, but they came out through his mouth perfectly whilst he drank in the sight of her with a warm smile.
"She speaks, yet she says nothing. What of that? her eyes discourses, I will answer it. I am too bold, tis not to me she speaks. Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven, having some business, do entreat her eyes to twinkle in their spheres till they return." He said up to her, the wind blowing up his cape and hair.
"What if her eyes were there, they in her head? The brightness pf her cheek would shame those stars as daylight doth a lamp; her eyes in heaven would through the airy region stream so bright that birds would sing and think it were not night. See how she leans her cheek upon her hand! Oh, that I were a glove upon that hand, that I might touch that cheek!" Legolas finished the verse but then grinned when she continued.
"Aye me!" Victoria replied, putting a hand to her brow like she had seen them do in drama class. She let out rich laughter, at her over dramatic play. Legolas, through his laughing as well, continued.
"She speaks.." He whispered, putting a hand to his ear as if listening.
"Oh, speak again, bright angel! For thou art as glorious to this night, being o'er my head, as if a winged messenger of heaven unto the white-upturned wondering eyes of mortals that fall back to gaze on him when he bestrides the lazy-pacing cloud and sails upon the bosom of the air.." He said more softly, lost in her gaze as he slowly made his way under her balcony. Never had he felt this way in his life. It was like this incredible heart and soul warming had enveloped him like a comforting blanket. Placing the tip of his leather boot into a nook in a tree, he gracefully hauled himself up into it, not stopping the words from coming out of his mouth. She was leaning over the balcony watching for him.
"Oh Legolas, Legolas, wherefore art thou Legolas?..Deny thy father and refuse thy name, or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love and I'll no longer be a pure healer.." Victoria murmured to him. Legolas jumped up onto the balcony, his long cape billowing out.
"Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this?.." He asked and then placed a hand to her cheek as she spoke the final words.
"Tis but thy name that is my enemy.." She finished, her voice fading and then smiled up at him.. He was smiling ear to ear now, her hand then brought itself to his cheek as well. He could not help but close his eyes and lean into her touch.
"I forgive you.." She whispered, lost into the depths of his eyes. He smiled and then pulled her close to him. Victoria shivered. Never had she felt..so..so..not herself..She suddenly felt like this flower, in which Legolas was her sunlight..
He then pulled back, not letting his embrace on her body go. It was like some sort of uncompelled force had driven him to ask his next question.
"May I kiss you?.." The elf whispered in his sincere tone, feeling nothing but the warmth in her eyes and body. Victoria's eyes widened but then became dim and appeared to be bathed in light.
"Yes.." Was the only thing she whispered, not knowing or caring anymore about what come out of her mouth. He smiled almost against her cheek. Gently, he reached up letting his hand entangle with her hair while the other strayed upon her hands which was resting on his soft cheek.
Would she really let him do this?..Would Victoria really let a male let alone a male elf go to somewhere no make had ever gone before?...would she allow the crowned elf prince of Mirkwood brush his lips across her in a sweet kiss, for she knew his kiss could never be anything but the most exquisite taste though she never did feel his silk ones upon hers..
Legolas was about to close his mouth over hers, when if by fate, Victoria's door swung open loudly and a bed ridden Ithlen ran in with a candle. The elf jumped away from Victoria and thanks to his dark clothes was able to hide in the shadows where silently cursed. Once more, they had been interrupted..
"Ithen!? what are you doing here?.." Victoria asked glancing at Legolas who was hiding while she cursed every so loudly in her mind. Her chamber maids eyes were wide.
"I had heard some commotion from your room a little while ago, and I heard someone climb to your balcony.." Ithen said stepping past Victoria to look over the balcony edge for any intruders. Meanwhile the pure healer backed up a bit until resting against Legolas in every attempt of hiding him.
If she was to discover Legolas, she knew rumors would start once more..Ithen looked once more to the balcony before returning to her own chambers. Victoria let out a sigh before steeping away, letting The prince come out. He was grinning widely before jumping off the side of the balcony into the tree. He propped his elbows onto the balconies edge and gazed up at her with a soft smile.
"I hope, that we shall not fight anymore.." Legolas murmured. Victoria nodded and then leaned down and placed a soft kiss on his cheek. He grinned like a wild man before jumping down from the tree.
"Goodnight my fair Juliet.." Legolas murmured to her before sprinting off across the lawns.
Victoria watched him disappear before going back into her chambers and falling into the blankets. Laying down on her stomach, she muffled her scream into her pillow.
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Legolas ran like the wind across palace grounds. His cheek still tingled immensely where her lips had been. As he ran he could not help but blush.
"I cannot believe I asked her if I may kiss her!" He exclaimed to himself with an exasperated sigh. He knew not what had come over him. Confusion was something he hated and it seemed to overwhelm him..
When he came to a stop, he began to think about her again. That's when his heart began to beat at a wild pace. Legolas set a hand over his chest, knowing somehow that the rate of his rapid heart beat was because of that pure healer..
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A/N: ARG!! that chapter sucked!!!! I'm sorry but I seriously don't like it! and you people probably think im evil postioning them to to kiss and then it gets interupted.. LOL!! I really like romeo and juliet so thats why i used it though i strictly put a disclaimer on it.
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"How long do you intend to avoid him Vic?" Rialan asked using his new nickname for Victoria as he spoke to her. She sat across him sipping her cup of tea and then set it slowly down upon the elven table. She then characteristically set her feet up on the table surface and crossed her arms.
"As long as I have to.." She retorted stubbornly. Her eyes darkened upon remembering what had happened almost a week ago. The way he grabbed her out of his selfish fit of anger and screamed at her when all she did was put on some of his mothers perfume, when not knowing it was the queen's to begin with. But Victoria did understand how the subject of his mother can wound him so deeply. The elf prince was still scarred from her leaving. He needed to be mended.
"Holding grudges are pointless.." Rialan commented leaning back in his chair. The two of them were sitting in the dining hall having a quiet lunch. Victoria who sat across from him, now narrowed her majestic green eyes and tilted her head to one side as if questioned.
Victoria had been avoiding Legolas for almost a week now. Though the elf apologized countless times, she would only shut him out. Not a soul knew that her shutting him out was bringing him to be pained. If the beautiful pure healer would pass through the corridor, she would not acknowledge him. At dinner, she ignored him nor made eye contact. At training Victoria would spar a good distance away from him. But this show of avoidance did not unnoticed by all. Legolas was saddened by her actions, the swarm of hurt that tumbled through his intense blue eyes.
"Pointless?..You now what's pointless? The way he keeps trying to apologize like I'm just going to accept it...Now that's what I call pointless.." Victoria countered snorting under her breath. Victoria looked down at her lap, as she could not help but feel a bit remorse..he had after all apologized..But she could not forgive him just yet. She needed time and for him to show that he was truly sorry.
"Victoria why must you be so cold hearted?" Rialan asked leaning over the table to study her in the eyes. He knew deep inside the layer of ice chilled around her heart was slowly melting away. But at times, he believed that maybe it was constantly working it's way to freeze itself again. As if wanting it..
"And why must everyone ask me that?" She snapped. Rialan cringed at her tone but remained neutral nonetheless. She then got up from her chair and looked to the window with a sigh. He gazed at her. Wind swept in through the open window brushing across her face, fluttering her long eyelashes. Her tresses of dark hair blew up like rippling flags around her troubled face. Something indeed was bothering her..
"Rialan..er..I stay away from him for more reasons then just my anger.." Victoria whispered when finally gathering up enough of her courage. This reply from her however had caught Rialan's attention. He eagerly turned his chair around to face her and leaned over as if getting ready to hear a tale.
"Pray tell Vic.." He urged. Victoria turned her ever searching reluctant gaze away from the large window. Opening her mouth, she found that her words had died away upon viewing his rather devilish expression. Her mouth opened in horror upon that. Flailing her arms around Victoria shouted.
"I know that expression anywhere! Don't you dare even go to thinking that!" She shouted, her voice slightly echoing upon the high arched walls of the dining hall. Rialan began to chuckle which only made her madder.
"So, then why else do you avoid him?.." Rialan finally was able to ask through his laughter. She appeared to be almost disturbed in a sense as she fingered the fabric of the white tablecloth.
"I know deep down my friend, you are not as hard as you make yourself out to be...You are soft and gentle..and I think behind that stone fortress forever surrounding your heart, is a soul needing to be seen." Rialan said much to her utter surprise.
"My soul, needing to be seen..HA! never would anyone see me..It's a load of crap as much as I know.." She answered, her voice dangerously low. She stamped one of her feet to make her comment stand true. He let his silver orbs follow her movements.
"Vic, you cannot possibly still hold anger toward him.. After all, he did apologize after his actions." Rialan explained, wanting the elf prince and the pure healers to be friends once more. He could definitely see this infinite bond between those two. It was something that stood up and out of all her friendships with the elves of Mirkwood. Their friendship in question, could indeed even be more..
"Well,?.." He asked ever more, the curiosity eating him alive. Victoria bit down on her lip nervously as she studied his awaiting face. His lips then curved up into another grin. He seemed to know something she did not.
"You are feeling for Legolas?.." He asked with high eyebrows and a grin that took up the most of the volume of his fair face. This was a relevant question in which he desired answers. Victoria gulped and a flabbergasted expression formed onto her features.
"Hell no.." She said finally after a moment. Rialan sensed her immediate hesitation in answer, therefore not believing her words for even a second. Pondering his new thoughts, he could not help but start chuckling. Only did he come back to realize Victoria was still with him when a small loaf of bread had been thrown at his head. She stood across the table from him, her hand still up from throwing the carbohydrate at the weaponsmith.
"You shall feel more then that to the head, if you do not tell me what you think is so amusing Mr. weaponsmith!" Victoria countered. He smiled amusingly at this.
"Your threats are ill to me Vic..but nonetheless, I cannot imagine you and the prince as lovers..perhaps since you always make yourself out to be someone who does not love.." He said and then dodged a large turkey leg as it almost knocked him in the head like a football. Victoria was standing high with a glare on her face, a large cooked turkey in her arms, a wing readied in her raised arm.
"There is no such word as lovers in my every day vocabulary!" She retorted and then threw the crisp golden cooked wing, sending it sailing through the air like a boomerang. It nearly hitting him in the chest, Rialan was able to slip off his chair and onto the floor to take cover. She was obviously not threw yet, for she was now atop the table, a spoon in her hand. Like a slingshot, she bent back the spoon sending it's condiments across the room and to hit the floor a mere few inches away from him. Getting ready to start a food fight, Victoria grabbed a large silver platter and held it in front of her like a battle shield. The two of them only stopped upon voices on the other side of the dining hall door.
"I have ill news my lord.." Said a voice.
Rialan stopped, mid throw when hearing the voice. Victoria had halted as well and cocked her head to one side, her eyes to the ceiling as she strained to listen. The weaponsmith climbed out from his hiding spot under the table and silently strode over to the closed door. Placing his leaf shaped ear to the wood, he could make out the voices of a messenger and The king himself. With an abrupt motion of his hand, he beckoned Victoria to join him at the door to listen.
Like a snake, she managed to get to the door without making a sound. Placing her ear against the door frame, she strained her hearing to listen. She almost snorted. Eavesdropping was one of her specialties and she knew it.
"A party you say?..How many?.." The king asked rubbing his chin whilst he listened intently to the brown haired messenger beside him. The elf man had just come back to Mirkwood after spending a few nights out in the wilderness with a few other of there elf kin. It seems that the elf fleet had stumbled upon some orcs while out there. The elf messenger who was still dressed from his travel, was speaking rapidly.
The messenger seemed reluctant to answer but cleared his throat and spoke.
"There was at least a good sixty at that camp..But we for sure, that many more of there campsites lay nearby hidden in the foliage of the deep wood.." The messenger said grimly. The king closed his eyes and shook his head slightly.
"We were to dispose of them, but we managed to get some information." He said with a gulp. Thranduil looked up from his attempt of rubbing the stress from his forehead. He was not one to usually stress, for it was not very common amongst his kind, but he found that he was experiencing it lately.
"Speak" The king of Mirkwood instructed softly. The messenger studied his king for a moment before speaking.
"We managed to find out from one of the beasts, that they intend to make Mirkwood there own..." He began..
"Revenge for the destruction of Sauron.." Thranduil said filling in the blanks with knit eyebrows. The messenger then took in a deep breath, ready to continue to relay the message.
"There hosts are increasing by the number, and they will not stop at nothing to bring death to the elves of the Greenwood.." He said gravely before set his eyes downcast and bowed.
"Is the time of battle known?.." The king then asked.
"Nay my lord, but I expect not soon..They are but showing us a taste of the terror they will unleash.." He replied still looking to the floor.
"Thank you..now you may depart..well done.." Thranduil replied patting the elf's shoulder and then dismissed then dismissed him.. The king of Mirkwood suddenly felt himself be lost within his thoughts..
What would become of Greenwood the great?..Would the elves of Mirkwood fall to the terrors of death and torment?..Know, he did not. He knew that his time would come to an end before he must take leaves of the woods he called home. After this final battle and when his beloved son was happily married, then he would follow the call of the sea and reunite with his beloved wife. But would Legolas even survive this?..He had fought many wars indeed. The message that the orcs had run across the walls of his home..written in the blood of his woodland kin.
The blood of the elves shall flow through the river running....
The king of Mirkwood looked to the ceiling and raised a silent prayer. He needed to lead his people to victory..They could not fall. They have not done in the past and he would let them come to fail anytime soon. Not while he still drew breath. Heaving a sigh, Thranduil walked confidently down the corridor his air of grace, wisdom and power ever stronger..
Meanwhile Victoria and Rialan who had been eavesdropping at the door had paled upon what they overheard. The two of them gazed at each other wondering if they were going to survive..would death part them..would death part Victoria from everything she had come to love.
One thing was for sure..The Elven kingdom was going to war..But how soon?.. An hour from then?..A day?..A week?...Months?.....or maybe even years...
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Legolas watched her steadily, his eyes sparkling like finely polished sapphires in the afternoon light. Victoria was sitting at the table in one of the book filled dens, scribbling furiously in what looked like some sort of journal. Her ink well was moving rapidly, but a wisp of a beautiful smile was slowly lighting her features. He found it contagious for he could not help but smile widely as he gazed at her. He was determined..
Determined to get the pure healer who sat but a few foot away from him to forgive him..Legolas felt his heart thumping in his chest as he took in a deep breath. His hope was gathered up to the core of him this time. Hope that the cold grudge she had so taken against him had finally been drowned away.
"Please let her forgive me.." He pleaded. Puffing out his chest confidently, Legolas strode out of his dark shadowed hiding spot and approached her. Sitting down across from her rather loudly, He awaited for her to speak. She looked up for a split moment before turning her attention back to her journal.
"Good morning my friend.." He began strongly. She just snorted at the word friend. Victoria tossed a wafer into her mouth and munched flippantly. Legolas let out a sigh knowing she would do everything in her will to make this difficult for him. Leaning over, her gently took her hand in his. Yet, he knew not what the affect of his touch did to her.
"Victoria.."He whispered softly. She only brought her journal in front of her face as if reading. Letting out a breath he had no idea that he had been holding in, he gently brought a long slender finger of his own on the top of the journal so that he saw her eyes. The eyes he had come to love and yearn to look into..
"Please do not shut me out..Please.." He pleaded ever so softly, making her almost scream in desperation, yet she showed no sign of facial expression as she pretended to read from her notebook. Oh how sincere he sounded. She wanted to just throw her arms around him right then and there and hug him fiercely but she brushed away the thought. His expression and voice reminded her that day when she held him whilst wept upon the news of his father's injury. That stroke of voice caused her to look up at him.
"So, you forgive me?.." The elf prince asked an unmissable hope in his eyes. They gleamed like fresh diamonds in the light piercing her to her deep stone core. Victoria felt a sudden tremble in her heart. It pulsed warm signals throughout her body as if relaying in a marathon all the way down the the finish line at the tip of her toes. Out of the four walls surrounding her heart, one had already fallen that many night ago in Lomens. Now the second wall was starting to shake. It continued as the elf before her, began to smile warmly. Snapping out of her inner thoughts and emotions, Victoria crossed her arms and glared.
"Forgive you?..hm..let me think really hard about that one..hm...um..NO!" She countered. The radiance of hope that she had so found in his eyes shattered immediately. He then looked away, hiding his hurt. But we was not about to give up yet.
"What are you doing?.." He asked attempting to make conversation. She only shoved her notebook into his hands. Squinting his beautiful eyes, Legolas read the fine print.
"Shakespeare..Romeo and Juliet." Legolas read. Meanwhile while he was reading some of the poetry, he came to find himself utterly speechless at the beauty of the poetry. Victoria was gazing at him unconsciously smiling softly at his reading expression.
Legolas could feel Victoria smile and therefore looked up for a split moment to smile in return. When she took notice of him knowing, she turned stubbornly and coughed uncomfortably. The elf found joy in the words he read..It was not a novel but quotes from the story. The soul filled words intrigued him. The race of men would forever have him wondering. Such short a life they have, yet they had the power to write in ways elves could not even come to cope with.
Victoria then suddenly arose to her feet. She shuffled a few things together rather at a quick pace. She was doing it again..She was leaving him.
"Where are you going?.." He asked curiously. Between her nervous shuffling, she mumbled something about having to meet with someone.
"You have forgiven me right?.." He asked trying to get her eyes to fall into sync with his own. But she avoided all eye contact. She then looked up at him at his question before turning and practically fleeing down the hall. That's when Legolas noticed..
Her notebook had been left behind. The elf opened his mouth to call her about it when he suddenly halted. Lowering himself back into a chair he slowly leafed through it, and was struck with an idea. She liked poetry..He would certainly give her some poetry tonight..
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The elf prince of Mirkwood sprinted across the grass of his father's kingdom. His dark green cape bellowed out as he ran like a glimmering banner. No one saw him..All souls were asleep in the kingdom of Mirkwood on the special night..Well all except Legolas of course. His long slender legs let him almost glide across palace grounds, unseen and unheard by patrolling eyes. His golden hair had not the chance to bask in the moonlight for it was hidden away with his face under his hooded cape.
Victoria Watson was in for a special time tonight..Either that or she would never forgive him..That was certainly something Legolas never wanted. His pace slowed as he neared her high balcony...
Standing at the foot of the balcony, he looked up to where her glass doors were firmly shut. There was no light in the room letting him know that she was asleep. Gathering a small handful of pebbles, the elf prince raised his arm and threw a pebble to the window. When nothing happened, he threw a good few more.
Only did Legolas stop when he saw a candle flicker on from inside her bedroom. Still hooded, he stepped back to be in view and swore that he could almost hear her cursing loudly from her chambers. One of the glass doors opened, and there she came out.
Legolas was taken aback by the sight. She was dressed in dark green silks that accentuated the delicate curves of her slender body. Through the wind, the silks blew past her like a cloak along with wisps of her dark obsidian hair.
(a/n: if you want to know what the dress looks like, think the blue silk dress Arwen wore in the Two towers in Aragorn's dream. But only imagine it dark green)
Her beauty silently put him on the spot, the words already sealed into his head like embroidery, now lost as he gazed upon her. Only when, her eyes fell upon him, did he remember why he was there.
"Who are you!?" She retorted dangerously. Legolas grinned from under his hood. Even in the beautiful night dress, she was still maintaining her daring stamina and could look threatening. Ever so slowly, Legolas brought the hood away from his face. He could see from where he stood, that her eyes darkened upon the sight of him.
"Oh it's you.." She said emphasizing the word 'you'. yet she could not take her eyes off him. He was dresses in dark colors ready for exploring the night. When his hood fell away, it was as if the moonlight suddenly clung to him. His appearance so so angelic and made her heart unconsciously beat faster..oh so faster..
Crossing her arms while suddenly blushing, she knew what she was wearing was night wear, but she felt as if naked under his gaze. She shifted her weight from foot to foot as she then nervously set her hands down upon the balcony.
"Why has it, that you disturbed my sleep?..Did you wish only to look at me?.." She hissed feeling somewhat impatient. He then smiled.
"The sight of you is a joy that could not only bring light to my heart lothamin (my flower).." He murmured up to her. She blushed and turned away, Legolas delighting in the way he could make her cheeks change color so fast. The moonlight captured the blush in her cheeks making her more beautiful to him then ever.
Taking a step forward he sucked in a breath and began to speak. Slowly and strongly his words came from him in the poetic rhythm that made her stand astonished.
(A/N: I played winter light by Sarah Brightman when i wrote this scene and it made it so romantic..mayeb u should listen to it to. I know that the song had alredy been mentioned in a recent story, but I had planned to use that song and this idea for some time now. )
"He jests at scars that never felt a wound..But soft! What light through yonder window breaks?" Legolas murmured to her from the foot of her balcony, the words coming from him in a flawless motion. Victoria gasped. He was speaking the words of shakespeare..He must have read her notebook she had left in one of the reading dens that early morning. She came closer to the balcony wanting to hear the sweet soul filled words come from his mouth.
"It is the East, and Victoria is the sun!..Arise, fair sun and kill the envious moon, who is already sick and pale with grief that thou her maid art far more fair then she.." Legolas continued and then grinned as he used Victoria's name in the versus. His idea of doing all of this was certainly working for she was starting to smile softly. Seeing that, he bellowed out powerfully, his words through the friendship and emotions he felt for her.
"Be not her maid, since she is envious. her vestal livery is but sick and green, and none but fools do wear it. Cast it off. It is my lady, oh, it is my love!..Oh, that she knew she were!" He said, the words of the tragic tale of Romeo and Juliet. The elf prince could no longer remember the words, but they came out through his mouth perfectly whilst he drank in the sight of her with a warm smile.
"She speaks, yet she says nothing. What of that? her eyes discourses, I will answer it. I am too bold, tis not to me she speaks. Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven, having some business, do entreat her eyes to twinkle in their spheres till they return." He said up to her, the wind blowing up his cape and hair.
"What if her eyes were there, they in her head? The brightness pf her cheek would shame those stars as daylight doth a lamp; her eyes in heaven would through the airy region stream so bright that birds would sing and think it were not night. See how she leans her cheek upon her hand! Oh, that I were a glove upon that hand, that I might touch that cheek!" Legolas finished the verse but then grinned when she continued.
"Aye me!" Victoria replied, putting a hand to her brow like she had seen them do in drama class. She let out rich laughter, at her over dramatic play. Legolas, through his laughing as well, continued.
"She speaks.." He whispered, putting a hand to his ear as if listening.
"Oh, speak again, bright angel! For thou art as glorious to this night, being o'er my head, as if a winged messenger of heaven unto the white-upturned wondering eyes of mortals that fall back to gaze on him when he bestrides the lazy-pacing cloud and sails upon the bosom of the air.." He said more softly, lost in her gaze as he slowly made his way under her balcony. Never had he felt this way in his life. It was like this incredible heart and soul warming had enveloped him like a comforting blanket. Placing the tip of his leather boot into a nook in a tree, he gracefully hauled himself up into it, not stopping the words from coming out of his mouth. She was leaning over the balcony watching for him.
"Oh Legolas, Legolas, wherefore art thou Legolas?..Deny thy father and refuse thy name, or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love and I'll no longer be a pure healer.." Victoria murmured to him. Legolas jumped up onto the balcony, his long cape billowing out.
"Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this?.." He asked and then placed a hand to her cheek as she spoke the final words.
"Tis but thy name that is my enemy.." She finished, her voice fading and then smiled up at him.. He was smiling ear to ear now, her hand then brought itself to his cheek as well. He could not help but close his eyes and lean into her touch.
"I forgive you.." She whispered, lost into the depths of his eyes. He smiled and then pulled her close to him. Victoria shivered. Never had she felt..so..so..not herself..She suddenly felt like this flower, in which Legolas was her sunlight..
He then pulled back, not letting his embrace on her body go. It was like some sort of uncompelled force had driven him to ask his next question.
"May I kiss you?.." The elf whispered in his sincere tone, feeling nothing but the warmth in her eyes and body. Victoria's eyes widened but then became dim and appeared to be bathed in light.
"Yes.." Was the only thing she whispered, not knowing or caring anymore about what come out of her mouth. He smiled almost against her cheek. Gently, he reached up letting his hand entangle with her hair while the other strayed upon her hands which was resting on his soft cheek.
Would she really let him do this?..Would Victoria really let a male let alone a male elf go to somewhere no make had ever gone before?...would she allow the crowned elf prince of Mirkwood brush his lips across her in a sweet kiss, for she knew his kiss could never be anything but the most exquisite taste though she never did feel his silk ones upon hers..
Legolas was about to close his mouth over hers, when if by fate, Victoria's door swung open loudly and a bed ridden Ithlen ran in with a candle. The elf jumped away from Victoria and thanks to his dark clothes was able to hide in the shadows where silently cursed. Once more, they had been interrupted..
"Ithen!? what are you doing here?.." Victoria asked glancing at Legolas who was hiding while she cursed every so loudly in her mind. Her chamber maids eyes were wide.
"I had heard some commotion from your room a little while ago, and I heard someone climb to your balcony.." Ithen said stepping past Victoria to look over the balcony edge for any intruders. Meanwhile the pure healer backed up a bit until resting against Legolas in every attempt of hiding him.
If she was to discover Legolas, she knew rumors would start once more..Ithen looked once more to the balcony before returning to her own chambers. Victoria let out a sigh before steeping away, letting The prince come out. He was grinning widely before jumping off the side of the balcony into the tree. He propped his elbows onto the balconies edge and gazed up at her with a soft smile.
"I hope, that we shall not fight anymore.." Legolas murmured. Victoria nodded and then leaned down and placed a soft kiss on his cheek. He grinned like a wild man before jumping down from the tree.
"Goodnight my fair Juliet.." Legolas murmured to her before sprinting off across the lawns.
Victoria watched him disappear before going back into her chambers and falling into the blankets. Laying down on her stomach, she muffled her scream into her pillow.
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Legolas ran like the wind across palace grounds. His cheek still tingled immensely where her lips had been. As he ran he could not help but blush.
"I cannot believe I asked her if I may kiss her!" He exclaimed to himself with an exasperated sigh. He knew not what had come over him. Confusion was something he hated and it seemed to overwhelm him..
When he came to a stop, he began to think about her again. That's when his heart began to beat at a wild pace. Legolas set a hand over his chest, knowing somehow that the rate of his rapid heart beat was because of that pure healer..
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A/N: ARG!! that chapter sucked!!!! I'm sorry but I seriously don't like it! and you people probably think im evil postioning them to to kiss and then it gets interupted.. LOL!! I really like romeo and juliet so thats why i used it though i strictly put a disclaimer on it.
R & R!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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