disclaimer: I do not own anything from the lord of the rings world. Only Victoria, Rialan, Isil and Ithlen
ugh....I don't feel really that well today. I'm having one of my infamous migraines, and I would think that I was used to them after I get a few migraines every week.
nothing can describe how thankful I am for all these reviews!!!!!! I luv all you!!!!
and some serious romance is starting!! muhahaha! oh and i wrote a one chapter sad fic, called always yours. if you want, you could go to my profile and find it.
and as of now I really don't care if people think Victoria is a Mary-Sue anymore. I really don't care. I happen to know she does have qualities of a Mary-Sue but she also does not. and I have read all the descriptions of a Mary-Sue, and I find it rather hard for one to not be a Mary-Sue anymore. Every one has one quality that fits it.
and of now.. holy crap I never knew my story would start so much chaos..I appreciate that people stick up for me when they defend my story for getting flamed but please don't go the flamers' story and give them a flame. Not only does it start problems between my story and people, but it also starts problems between different authors. and I know that I can't control anyone either.
and screw Victoria being from England. I obviously had no idea what I was talking about so as of now Victoria comes from where I come from, New York :-D. I hope that at least calms down some people about that matter.
thank you Megan for grammar fixing this chapter!!!!! :-D
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A very mischievous pure healer snuck around the corner of a stone corridor, her large eyes glittering with anticipation and scheme. The dark colors of her tunic helped her blend in rather well to the grayness of the stone palace. Victoria's quiet footsteps went unheard to the residents of Eryn Lasgalen.
Victoria's hand strayed closely to her pocket to grab the chunk of uneaten bread. But instead of placing it into her mouth, she brought it near her smiling lips. Using it like a walky talky, she whispered to herself with a snort.
"I see the target in sight.." She murmured to herself. Up ahead turning around the bend was Rialan, a glowing she-elf on his arm. Ithlen had to do everything in her utter most will to keep from squealing with happiness. She had finished tidying up Victoria's chamber earlier that morning, when the weaponsmith walked up to her in hope of taking a midday stroll with her. The chamber maid agreed with great ecstatic joy.
Victoria remembered following them after they were out of sight. Now she took it in her power to make sure she was Ms. Matchmaker today. She would not stop until her two friends were happily together. Today for this special day, she was undercover.
Scrambling out of her hiding spot, Victoria slithered down the hall, like a secret detective on the hunt for an escaped convict. Her dark terraces of brown hair bobbed up in an excited manner as she tiptoed down the rather quiet corridor, the only voices coming from the two elves. They were already a distance away as their voices were but quiet laughter and whispers to her ears.
As Victoria ran wildly down the hall, every other moment hiding behind a wall, she started to hum the mission impossible theme song. She stuffed a hand over her mouth to stop the mirth that wished to be released loudly from her throat. Still humming the famous tune, she sprinted down the corridor. In that day, she could not help but feel strangely happy and energetic.
Meanwhile Rialan looked at the she-elf beside him, unaware that their friend was indeed following them. His silver eyes scanned over her. She was a good few inches smaller then himself with cascades of golden hair. Her eyes were of a brilliant blue and went perfectly with the simple Elven dress she wore. She glowed in his presence and was a radiant beauty indeed. The weaponsmith could not deny that he was both attracted to her physical features and the person she was on the inside. He desired to know how it felt to give possession of his heart to someone.
The elf remembered of the first time they met. Many years ago..
~~~~memory~~~~
He had been working nonstop all day in his weapon hut. He had cuts on his slender hands from the blades he had been working on, when the door suddenly burst open. The weaponsmith looked up to see a beautiful blond walk in, wonder in her eyes. In her arms was a pile of supplies.
"Mae govannen heruamin (well met my lord)," She said with a blush and curtsey, though it came out rather clumsy since her arms were full.
"Ai, arwenamin (my lady)," Rialan replied with a soft smile. He took a cloth from his working table and wiped the sweat from his face, feeling shamed of his appearance. Then he gave one comb of his fingers to his hair with his clean hand when removing his gloves. But she just smiled at him.
"Y- you had requested these supplies.." She stuttered. She gulped but then her eyes fell upon his arms and hands. They were covered with cuts and scabs. A gasp arose from her throat.
"My lord, you are hurt!" She exclaimed with wide flashing blue eyes. He chuckled.
"Tis my weapon making that causes it. You need not worry my lady." He assured. She just shook her head at him and took a handkerchief and applied some poultice from her apron pocket. He hissed in pain softly when it came in contact with his raw skin. She dabbed the cloth along his muscled arm, her eyebrows drawn together in concentration. Rialan gazed down at her with a smile. She looked up back at him and met his grin.
When she was finally done, she shone with accomplishment. Rialan took a step closer to her, himself taller. Taking her hand, he closed his eyes and brought it to his lips. Ithlen's cheeks burned a scarlet red and she fought back the girlish giggle that wished to come from her mouth.
"Amin naa Rialan..Saesa omentien lle."(I am Rialan, pleasure meeting you) He said softly. She bit down on her lower lip with a large smile.
"Amin naa Ithlen..Mae govannen,"(I am Ithlen, well met) She replied. She then remembered she had to be somewhere else.
" Aiya!, amin Hiraetha heru Rialan...I must go..Lissenen ar' maska' lalaith tenna' lye omentuva..(Oh! I am sorry lord Rialan- Sweet water and light laughter till next we meet.)She said, walking to the door.
"Tenna' san. (Untill then)." He said softly. She then stopped at his doorway and pointed to his work bench.
"Tira ten' rashwe sii'! (Be careful now!)" She warned. Rialan nodded with a laugh.
~~~~memory~~~~
The same thoughts rambled through the girl beside him. Ithlen was eying the thoughtful weaponsmith as she walked peacefully through the dim corridors. His blond hair was so beautiful in the sunlight, like the glimmer of the sun off of the surface of the water. His lithe body moved gracefully as if floating as it is accustomed for elves to move as so. Ithlen could make out well defined muscles under the thin fabric of his silver tunic which blended with his silver eyes. Those eyes..as they looked into hers at that moment, she could not remember ever feeling as light and real before..
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"Mission Weaponsmith Boy is going well... over." Victoria said into the bread-like walky talky. Putting it back into her pocket, she resumed in following the couple. The couple walked arm in arm, looking deeply at each other. She was so busy with spying on her mission targets that she did not hear her other friends jog up to her.
"Quel amrun Victoria! (good morning)" Legolas said rather loudly. Victoria wasted no time pulling the two elves down into the bushes next to her and shoving a hand over their mouths to shut them up. A mumble of inaudible things came from Isil's blocked mouth. She silenced him with a glare and then pointed to the Elven couple who much to the pure healers' joy did not hear them.
The elf prince and soldier just gave her a confused look. Victoria put a finger to her lips motioning them to be quiet and then slowly took her hand away from both their mouths. She then pointed again through the bushes to Rialan and Ithlen. Legolas looked confused for a moment longer before a grin snaked its way onto his lips.
Victoria took the bread from her pocket and then surely and slowly brought it to her face much to Isil's and Legolas' amusement.
"This is Alpha One, here with Agent Barbie Boy and Agent Dude. The subjects are sighted and the progress of my mission is proceeding well. If Agent Barbie Boy and Agent Dude will be quiet then my mission shall be completed secretly and easily." She hissed to both herself, Legolas and Isil who was giving her quizzical expressions. The girl was talking to a small piece of bread after all..
"Are you trying to get those two together?" Isil leaned over and asked her in her ear. She hastily nodded before turning her undivided attention back to Rialan and Ithlen. Isil could not help but narrow his eyes. The young she-elf who was whispering softly into Rialan's ear was after all his younger sister. He would not let anyone and he meant anyone, hurt her in any way. Even if the weaponsmith was one of his good friends. The matter of the heart was very serious and was too be handled preciously.
For Victoria, she had already had a few of her goals of the matter, settled. She had already let a note at Rialan's talan early that morning, so that he would visit her. But as planned, she hid behind a wall, a little ways from her chamber and awaited for him to arrive. He had come only to find no Victoria but Ithlen instead. There began the plan.
"Perhaps, you should let them be." Legolas murmured to Victoria. She just shook her head without turning to look at them. But the elf prince had to hand it to her. She was a girl who refused to love and let anyone simply past all the stone walls of her heart yet here she was, stopping at nothing to see two of his woodland kin in love with each other. It was almost like an oxymoron. Letting his eyes explore the girl huddled in the bush before him, he smiled softly to himself.
Victoria let her green orbs travel over her task at hand. Any minute they would walk right by her hiding spot. Glowing faith burned brightly inside of her. Gently pushing Isil and Legolas away, Victoria crawled over to the end of the bush. Rialan was once more leading a giggling Ithlen down the path.
She muttered a curse, when realizing that her foot had stuck out. Though she would have jumped to the chance of tripping someone, the two elves were her friends. But it was too late. Rialan found himself laying on his back, a blushing she-elf on top of him.
"Well that happened better then I expected." Victoria thought in her mind with a wide smirk. Isil looked dismayed while Legolas was laughing silently at the scene. Rialan laying flat on his back, his golden hair in a pool around his head while a nervous blushing blond lie on top of him. Ithlen looked closely into the depths of the elf she was now so close to. He looked back at her, forgetting about their rather embarrassing situation.
"Lle naa vanima ten'oio..(You are beautiful forever..)," Rialan murmured, brushing a few wild strands away from her soft face. Ithlen blushed not only under his penetrating gaze but also the compliment. She had never really been called beautiful, well except her family of course.
Meanwhile Victoria and Legolas were holding back a fuming Isil who kept muttering while smoke poured forth from his Elven ears.
"Let me at him, let me at him." He muttered.
The chambermaid got off of the weaponsmith who got to his feet and extended a friendly hand down to her. Taking her small pale hand into his larger ones, he pulled her to her feet, her body slightly closer to his then expected. Eye contact had not even broke. An unearthly silence wrapped itself around them. A pin drop would be like the shattering of glass against this loud silence.
Victoria was watching with wide eyes. Legolas was holding down a bulge-eyed Isil who looked ready to spring from the bushes to start whacking Rialan with a stick.
Rialan leaned down and gently brought his forehead to meet hers. Noses gently tickled against each other with soft smiles. He felt a surge of energy hum through his body as he looked into the soul of this she-elf. She was beautiful inside and out..and she had let him in...She allowed him entry to see her heart and soul.
Victoria had to hold back the urge to gag when Rialan briefly brushed his lips over Ithlen's, who melted like butter against him. Sure, he had thought he loved before, but now those past loves seemed so incredulously foolish. Such folly until now. Until her.
Isil watched with alarmed narrowed eyes as his young sister responded to the kiss. Protectiveness flared up inside of him, but nonetheless he turned and stormed away down the path and in the direction of his talan. An assortment of elvish curses flew from his mouth, rage building like caged beasts within his heart.
Victoria finally whipped out her small chunk of bread and glanced at Legolas who had turned his back respectfully away from the two elves who were sitting upon a stone bench, Rialan's hands cradling Ithlen's face whilst he kissed her.
"This is Alpha One with Agent Barbie Boy. It seems, Agent Dude bailed out but we are heading back to headquarters, mission Weaponsmith Boy is completed..My job here is done..over and out." Victoria whispered before popping the bread into her mouth. She then crawled away from her hiding spot and then when getting to her feet she looked to the prince who was watching curiously.
She brought her hands up to her chest in the shape of a gun and then winked at Legolas.
"Victoria?" Legolas asked. She arched an eyebrow.
"The name's Watson..Victoria Watson." She said in her 007 secret agent voice, before turning and striding down the path out of sight, leaving the elf prince to scratch his head in confusion. Whilst she strolled away, she once more hummed the mission impossible theme song. What a strange girl indeed...
(A/N: LOL I know that whole scene was kinda stupid but we needed some Victoria mischief! also I don't want people to think that Rialan and Ithlen have only known each other for a little while. Actually they have known each other for a long time.. just wanted to point that out)
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A single bead of perspiration slowly made it's way down the curves of Legolas's face, it's origin was his forehead. His long slender legs thrashed softly under the massive layers of his bed sheets. His long fingers were clenched tightly into fists, his short nails digging into the tender flesh of his palm. At last, he came to his destination and everything went silent..
~~~~Legolas' dream~~~~
A single eye slowly peeped open.. Blinking back the sunlight, he brought a slightly shaky hand to shield his vision. Opening his other heavy eye, the elf slowly but surely sat up. He brought his hand to his chest where he took in a deep breath. His heart was racing..not with fear, but with excitement?..The elven prince of Eryn Lasgalen then for the first time from when he awoke, looked around at his surroundings.
He was in some sort of flower grove. He lay upon a single bed in the middle of the meadow, the scent of roses coming to his nostrils. He unconsciously smiled. 'Twas a beautiful feeling from where he sat. The trees around him were not the ancient murky trees of his home but mallorn trees of Lorien. But there was something indeed different. The flower that bloomed from the tree was a flower of essence of Naroom.
Legolas found no power in his legs to remove himself from the bed but nonetheless leaned over to touch the bud. He gasped softly when it responded to his touch. In a slow magical motion, the petals opened and bloomed the flower. He smiled softly but could not help but wonder where he was. As he looked up upon the sky, half the universe above him was sunlight while the other was the moon and stars. They seemed to be fighting against each other.
"Where am I?" Legolas murmured aloud. That's when a flash of light caught his attention. Looking to the foot of the stretching bed, a single slither of light was forming a shape. Suddenly wishing he had a weapon to defend himself, he watched the moving light with fierce narrowed eyes.
The cloud of light swirled in erratic shapes of white light until at last it settled into one solid form. It was a person...a woman
The woman's back was turned to him so the only part of her that was visible was that of her long dark hair. It was in that moment, as Legolas looked upon her, that she turned around.
"Victoria.." The prince whispered. She looked back at him, a soft smile slowly curling onto her lips. He watched with wonder as she slowly came up to him. Her movements were slow and graceful and the gown she wore silently billowed at her small feet. They accentuated her delicate curves. She then gently held her hand out to him. His eyes fell down upon her hand and then timidly placed his hand in hers.
It was in that brief touch that Legolas found her to be his restorative. The elf got up from the bed and to his feet. He towered a good few inches over her head therefore, he looked down at her face which studied him.
"This is a dream is it not?" He asked. She nodded her head and then spoke.
"Hello prince..Indeed this is a dream.." She said softly. Legolas tilted his head curiously. When did she ever call him prince? That's when the struck of realization hit him. This woman before him was not Victoria..
He had come to notice that as his relationship grew with the pure healer, we was able to sense her presence near by. Her aura would meld into his causing a communion of emotions and feelings. Now as he stood before this look alike, he felt something else. A sense, he had never felt before.
The elf prince took a step back and pursed his lips together.
"You are not Victoria." He murmured, a shadow dimming his face. She then let out a rich melodious laugh. Such a rich laugh it was, that it almost caused Legolas to grin, but he kept his face plagued of all emotion.
"Indeed I am not the Victoria you know, But I go deeper then that..." She said mysteriously, mirth dancing in her eyes. She reminded him of Gandalf in the way they both spoke in ways of making one wonder and be confused.
"You speak in riddles mysterious one." He said truthfully. She then took a step closer to him. She softly placed a dainty hand upon his chest. The supposed pure healer said words that surprised him.
"I am Victoria's heart." She murmured. Legolas' lips parted as he stared upon her with an expression of pureness and curiosity. She took her hand from his chest and then leaned up to touch his cheek. His eyes were soft, full of question. Her eyebrows wrinkled as her fingers explored his face.
"How did you do it?" She asked suddenly.
"Mani? (What)" he asked.
"How is it that you broke down two of the walls surrounding me? I feel so vulnerable and it frightens me to a great deal." Victoria's heart confessed. The prince's eyes widened with shock. Did that mean that Victoria was letting him in?..Was he really breaking this cold stone faced girl down?..Those questions swarmed wildly through his thoughts like the wind itself.
He put a hand to his forehead. He was not supposed to be confused. Elves were not accustomed to such a feeling nor was he. Confusion was but a distraction from life that kept one from knowing what they desired to know. It was something he did not like. One other emotion he was not wanting to feel was that of jealousy. The prince had yet to find and feel that emotion.
"My mind is..is..so.." Legolas began, but his sentence floated in the air. She chuckled.
"Confused?" She finished. He just nodded, a sour expression on his face.
"You need not feel confused..Just listen to your heart." She said softly. But then a shadow filled her eyes.
"Now, if only Victoria would listen to me! She can be so foolish!" her heart hissed with a baffled expression while scolding her bearer. The elf grinned.
"Now prince, you must wonder why I beckoned you in your dreams." She finally replied in an amused tone. He nodded sheepishly with raised eyebrows. The woman turned away and inclined her head forward down the path. Legolas came forward and offered his arm. Her hand fit on his forearm, and his skin began to tingle at the contact.
"Walk with me prince." She said looking to the golden prince. She felt troubled and knew only he could bring her to peace. She felt so lamentable. Surrounding her heart was the four sided wall. Cold as ice, hard as indestructible stone. Almost like the fortress of Helm's Deep, but even that had been knocked down. The layer outside of the wall was loneliness. Made of years of getting neglected, deprived of understanding, and never knowing how it was to give yourself to someone. After that frosted layer was the last one which was ignorance. Ignorant to ignore the calls of the heart and to shut them out. But she was the one to create all of it.
They walked in a silence, Legolas still patiently awaiting her to speak. Her eyes were filled with pain. Perhaps Victoria was deeper then the girl she made herself out to be. What a mystery, he thought to himself.
The prince felt himself drown in a state of nostalgia and a heavy storm of thoughts. Being of the age of almost three thousand years has let him file through his emotions. What a calamity! But in this particular time of his life, he could not seem to clarify what he was indeed feeling. One helpful thought entered through his brain but flushed right out of his mind. One after the other. Victoria's heart sensed his discomfort and stopped walking.
"You are troubled as well fair one." She stated, not even a hint of a question.
"Uma (Yes)." He confessed. Her eyes downcast to the plush ground. A sudden expression formed on her features. One that was a child that had stars grow in their eyes. She grabbed both his hands and brought them up. Placing each one of his hands on both sides of her face, she smiled softly with intuition.
"I know what to do now." She whispered. She brought her hands away from his, his fingers still framing her face tenderly.
"See me.."
"What?" He asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
She did not answer him. She only showed him.
The Elven prince's eyes grew wide.
He stared not only into her green eyes..but for the first time..into her soul..
Images flashed before him..
A girl standing quiet and still under the stars, tracing the constellation of Pegasus.
"Horse of hope..." The elf whispered with glazed eyes. Victoria watching her father with a glare of disgust as he rose a bottle of liquor to his lips, before he threw it into a nearby wall. Her mother screaming recklessly into a younger Victoria's face for breaking a vase by accident. An image of her sitting in a dark corner, rocking back and forth while her fingers raked harshly through her own hair as if blocking out something. So much of these images flashed before Legolas' eyes like a film reel, branding them into his mind.
He heard her cries, he felt her tears, he felt the pain. They were flowing at him, being unlocked from years of captivity. He could feel everything she was feeling. If it be joy of having friends, mirth in seeing her actions make a table of elf nobles fall into laughter, loneliness of not being wanted by others company, anger in seeing two elf children being captured by orcs, hatred in those who harmed her, curiosity of two lovers sharing a kiss...All of these emotions had weld to become one pact of universal energy as it flashed before his blue eyes.
The elf prince could see and feel everything she was feeling. It was a wonderful sensation, something he had never experienced in all the ages of his life. One of her memories led to another, the elf seeing them all. He could see her slowly growing up. To become the young woman she was to that day. Every strength..every weakness..Legolas now knew them..He could know what she was good at..or what she was at fault with.. He knew what kind of person she was, on the inside and out..and it was breathtaking..Her soul was now known by him..and him only..
His eyes were wide, not blinking for one moment. His mouth was parted with astonishment..Victoria's heart slowly smiled. Soft gasps came from his mouth as he attempting to regain his breathing. One lone tear came from his eyes..
She then cradled his shocked face in her hands and guided his eye to hers. They swarmed with questions.
"I feel free..But Legolas you must teach her..teach me.." She said softly. A shaky smile curled onto his perfect lips and he nodded his head.
"Tha-thank you.." He stuttered with a grin. She just bowed her head softly. But as he looked into her eyes, and he could feel everything Victoria was feeling, he did something she did not expect.
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he elf leaned down and covered her lips with his own. A sharp gasp came from her. Victoria had never been kissed. Though this was only a dream, Legolas felt it real. What he saw and felt was real..
And then she disappeared..
Legolas' eyes looked everywhere but she was gone. A light enveloped him..
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Legolas shot up in his bed, sweat lining his face. His heart was thumping wildly in his chest..fresh with realization..He then whispered words that he came to know.
"I love her.." He whispered with wide eyes..
The prince now knew everything about her.. He had seen her soul..down to her very weakness....
"Her weakness is..is me..."
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A/N: HOLY CRAP I'M FINALLY DONE WITH THIS DAMN STUPID CHAPTER!!!!!! arg! finally it's out! he loves her! *throws up confetti* but I know, it seemed sorta kind that Legolas had a dream where he meets Victoria's organ, but it was strictly saying form her heart's perspective. anywho, got to go!!
namaarie! and thanks again for the reviews! luv ya people!
ugh....I don't feel really that well today. I'm having one of my infamous migraines, and I would think that I was used to them after I get a few migraines every week.
nothing can describe how thankful I am for all these reviews!!!!!! I luv all you!!!!
and some serious romance is starting!! muhahaha! oh and i wrote a one chapter sad fic, called always yours. if you want, you could go to my profile and find it.
and as of now I really don't care if people think Victoria is a Mary-Sue anymore. I really don't care. I happen to know she does have qualities of a Mary-Sue but she also does not. and I have read all the descriptions of a Mary-Sue, and I find it rather hard for one to not be a Mary-Sue anymore. Every one has one quality that fits it.
and of now.. holy crap I never knew my story would start so much chaos..I appreciate that people stick up for me when they defend my story for getting flamed but please don't go the flamers' story and give them a flame. Not only does it start problems between my story and people, but it also starts problems between different authors. and I know that I can't control anyone either.
and screw Victoria being from England. I obviously had no idea what I was talking about so as of now Victoria comes from where I come from, New York :-D. I hope that at least calms down some people about that matter.
thank you Megan for grammar fixing this chapter!!!!! :-D
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A very mischievous pure healer snuck around the corner of a stone corridor, her large eyes glittering with anticipation and scheme. The dark colors of her tunic helped her blend in rather well to the grayness of the stone palace. Victoria's quiet footsteps went unheard to the residents of Eryn Lasgalen.
Victoria's hand strayed closely to her pocket to grab the chunk of uneaten bread. But instead of placing it into her mouth, she brought it near her smiling lips. Using it like a walky talky, she whispered to herself with a snort.
"I see the target in sight.." She murmured to herself. Up ahead turning around the bend was Rialan, a glowing she-elf on his arm. Ithlen had to do everything in her utter most will to keep from squealing with happiness. She had finished tidying up Victoria's chamber earlier that morning, when the weaponsmith walked up to her in hope of taking a midday stroll with her. The chamber maid agreed with great ecstatic joy.
Victoria remembered following them after they were out of sight. Now she took it in her power to make sure she was Ms. Matchmaker today. She would not stop until her two friends were happily together. Today for this special day, she was undercover.
Scrambling out of her hiding spot, Victoria slithered down the hall, like a secret detective on the hunt for an escaped convict. Her dark terraces of brown hair bobbed up in an excited manner as she tiptoed down the rather quiet corridor, the only voices coming from the two elves. They were already a distance away as their voices were but quiet laughter and whispers to her ears.
As Victoria ran wildly down the hall, every other moment hiding behind a wall, she started to hum the mission impossible theme song. She stuffed a hand over her mouth to stop the mirth that wished to be released loudly from her throat. Still humming the famous tune, she sprinted down the corridor. In that day, she could not help but feel strangely happy and energetic.
Meanwhile Rialan looked at the she-elf beside him, unaware that their friend was indeed following them. His silver eyes scanned over her. She was a good few inches smaller then himself with cascades of golden hair. Her eyes were of a brilliant blue and went perfectly with the simple Elven dress she wore. She glowed in his presence and was a radiant beauty indeed. The weaponsmith could not deny that he was both attracted to her physical features and the person she was on the inside. He desired to know how it felt to give possession of his heart to someone.
The elf remembered of the first time they met. Many years ago..
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He had been working nonstop all day in his weapon hut. He had cuts on his slender hands from the blades he had been working on, when the door suddenly burst open. The weaponsmith looked up to see a beautiful blond walk in, wonder in her eyes. In her arms was a pile of supplies.
"Mae govannen heruamin (well met my lord)," She said with a blush and curtsey, though it came out rather clumsy since her arms were full.
"Ai, arwenamin (my lady)," Rialan replied with a soft smile. He took a cloth from his working table and wiped the sweat from his face, feeling shamed of his appearance. Then he gave one comb of his fingers to his hair with his clean hand when removing his gloves. But she just smiled at him.
"Y- you had requested these supplies.." She stuttered. She gulped but then her eyes fell upon his arms and hands. They were covered with cuts and scabs. A gasp arose from her throat.
"My lord, you are hurt!" She exclaimed with wide flashing blue eyes. He chuckled.
"Tis my weapon making that causes it. You need not worry my lady." He assured. She just shook her head at him and took a handkerchief and applied some poultice from her apron pocket. He hissed in pain softly when it came in contact with his raw skin. She dabbed the cloth along his muscled arm, her eyebrows drawn together in concentration. Rialan gazed down at her with a smile. She looked up back at him and met his grin.
When she was finally done, she shone with accomplishment. Rialan took a step closer to her, himself taller. Taking her hand, he closed his eyes and brought it to his lips. Ithlen's cheeks burned a scarlet red and she fought back the girlish giggle that wished to come from her mouth.
"Amin naa Rialan..Saesa omentien lle."(I am Rialan, pleasure meeting you) He said softly. She bit down on her lower lip with a large smile.
"Amin naa Ithlen..Mae govannen,"(I am Ithlen, well met) She replied. She then remembered she had to be somewhere else.
" Aiya!, amin Hiraetha heru Rialan...I must go..Lissenen ar' maska' lalaith tenna' lye omentuva..(Oh! I am sorry lord Rialan- Sweet water and light laughter till next we meet.)She said, walking to the door.
"Tenna' san. (Untill then)." He said softly. She then stopped at his doorway and pointed to his work bench.
"Tira ten' rashwe sii'! (Be careful now!)" She warned. Rialan nodded with a laugh.
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The same thoughts rambled through the girl beside him. Ithlen was eying the thoughtful weaponsmith as she walked peacefully through the dim corridors. His blond hair was so beautiful in the sunlight, like the glimmer of the sun off of the surface of the water. His lithe body moved gracefully as if floating as it is accustomed for elves to move as so. Ithlen could make out well defined muscles under the thin fabric of his silver tunic which blended with his silver eyes. Those eyes..as they looked into hers at that moment, she could not remember ever feeling as light and real before..
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"Mission Weaponsmith Boy is going well... over." Victoria said into the bread-like walky talky. Putting it back into her pocket, she resumed in following the couple. The couple walked arm in arm, looking deeply at each other. She was so busy with spying on her mission targets that she did not hear her other friends jog up to her.
"Quel amrun Victoria! (good morning)" Legolas said rather loudly. Victoria wasted no time pulling the two elves down into the bushes next to her and shoving a hand over their mouths to shut them up. A mumble of inaudible things came from Isil's blocked mouth. She silenced him with a glare and then pointed to the Elven couple who much to the pure healers' joy did not hear them.
The elf prince and soldier just gave her a confused look. Victoria put a finger to her lips motioning them to be quiet and then slowly took her hand away from both their mouths. She then pointed again through the bushes to Rialan and Ithlen. Legolas looked confused for a moment longer before a grin snaked its way onto his lips.
Victoria took the bread from her pocket and then surely and slowly brought it to her face much to Isil's and Legolas' amusement.
"This is Alpha One, here with Agent Barbie Boy and Agent Dude. The subjects are sighted and the progress of my mission is proceeding well. If Agent Barbie Boy and Agent Dude will be quiet then my mission shall be completed secretly and easily." She hissed to both herself, Legolas and Isil who was giving her quizzical expressions. The girl was talking to a small piece of bread after all..
"Are you trying to get those two together?" Isil leaned over and asked her in her ear. She hastily nodded before turning her undivided attention back to Rialan and Ithlen. Isil could not help but narrow his eyes. The young she-elf who was whispering softly into Rialan's ear was after all his younger sister. He would not let anyone and he meant anyone, hurt her in any way. Even if the weaponsmith was one of his good friends. The matter of the heart was very serious and was too be handled preciously.
For Victoria, she had already had a few of her goals of the matter, settled. She had already let a note at Rialan's talan early that morning, so that he would visit her. But as planned, she hid behind a wall, a little ways from her chamber and awaited for him to arrive. He had come only to find no Victoria but Ithlen instead. There began the plan.
"Perhaps, you should let them be." Legolas murmured to Victoria. She just shook her head without turning to look at them. But the elf prince had to hand it to her. She was a girl who refused to love and let anyone simply past all the stone walls of her heart yet here she was, stopping at nothing to see two of his woodland kin in love with each other. It was almost like an oxymoron. Letting his eyes explore the girl huddled in the bush before him, he smiled softly to himself.
Victoria let her green orbs travel over her task at hand. Any minute they would walk right by her hiding spot. Glowing faith burned brightly inside of her. Gently pushing Isil and Legolas away, Victoria crawled over to the end of the bush. Rialan was once more leading a giggling Ithlen down the path.
She muttered a curse, when realizing that her foot had stuck out. Though she would have jumped to the chance of tripping someone, the two elves were her friends. But it was too late. Rialan found himself laying on his back, a blushing she-elf on top of him.
"Well that happened better then I expected." Victoria thought in her mind with a wide smirk. Isil looked dismayed while Legolas was laughing silently at the scene. Rialan laying flat on his back, his golden hair in a pool around his head while a nervous blushing blond lie on top of him. Ithlen looked closely into the depths of the elf she was now so close to. He looked back at her, forgetting about their rather embarrassing situation.
"Lle naa vanima ten'oio..(You are beautiful forever..)," Rialan murmured, brushing a few wild strands away from her soft face. Ithlen blushed not only under his penetrating gaze but also the compliment. She had never really been called beautiful, well except her family of course.
Meanwhile Victoria and Legolas were holding back a fuming Isil who kept muttering while smoke poured forth from his Elven ears.
"Let me at him, let me at him." He muttered.
The chambermaid got off of the weaponsmith who got to his feet and extended a friendly hand down to her. Taking her small pale hand into his larger ones, he pulled her to her feet, her body slightly closer to his then expected. Eye contact had not even broke. An unearthly silence wrapped itself around them. A pin drop would be like the shattering of glass against this loud silence.
Victoria was watching with wide eyes. Legolas was holding down a bulge-eyed Isil who looked ready to spring from the bushes to start whacking Rialan with a stick.
Rialan leaned down and gently brought his forehead to meet hers. Noses gently tickled against each other with soft smiles. He felt a surge of energy hum through his body as he looked into the soul of this she-elf. She was beautiful inside and out..and she had let him in...She allowed him entry to see her heart and soul.
Victoria had to hold back the urge to gag when Rialan briefly brushed his lips over Ithlen's, who melted like butter against him. Sure, he had thought he loved before, but now those past loves seemed so incredulously foolish. Such folly until now. Until her.
Isil watched with alarmed narrowed eyes as his young sister responded to the kiss. Protectiveness flared up inside of him, but nonetheless he turned and stormed away down the path and in the direction of his talan. An assortment of elvish curses flew from his mouth, rage building like caged beasts within his heart.
Victoria finally whipped out her small chunk of bread and glanced at Legolas who had turned his back respectfully away from the two elves who were sitting upon a stone bench, Rialan's hands cradling Ithlen's face whilst he kissed her.
"This is Alpha One with Agent Barbie Boy. It seems, Agent Dude bailed out but we are heading back to headquarters, mission Weaponsmith Boy is completed..My job here is done..over and out." Victoria whispered before popping the bread into her mouth. She then crawled away from her hiding spot and then when getting to her feet she looked to the prince who was watching curiously.
She brought her hands up to her chest in the shape of a gun and then winked at Legolas.
"Victoria?" Legolas asked. She arched an eyebrow.
"The name's Watson..Victoria Watson." She said in her 007 secret agent voice, before turning and striding down the path out of sight, leaving the elf prince to scratch his head in confusion. Whilst she strolled away, she once more hummed the mission impossible theme song. What a strange girl indeed...
(A/N: LOL I know that whole scene was kinda stupid but we needed some Victoria mischief! also I don't want people to think that Rialan and Ithlen have only known each other for a little while. Actually they have known each other for a long time.. just wanted to point that out)
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A single bead of perspiration slowly made it's way down the curves of Legolas's face, it's origin was his forehead. His long slender legs thrashed softly under the massive layers of his bed sheets. His long fingers were clenched tightly into fists, his short nails digging into the tender flesh of his palm. At last, he came to his destination and everything went silent..
~~~~Legolas' dream~~~~
A single eye slowly peeped open.. Blinking back the sunlight, he brought a slightly shaky hand to shield his vision. Opening his other heavy eye, the elf slowly but surely sat up. He brought his hand to his chest where he took in a deep breath. His heart was racing..not with fear, but with excitement?..The elven prince of Eryn Lasgalen then for the first time from when he awoke, looked around at his surroundings.
He was in some sort of flower grove. He lay upon a single bed in the middle of the meadow, the scent of roses coming to his nostrils. He unconsciously smiled. 'Twas a beautiful feeling from where he sat. The trees around him were not the ancient murky trees of his home but mallorn trees of Lorien. But there was something indeed different. The flower that bloomed from the tree was a flower of essence of Naroom.
Legolas found no power in his legs to remove himself from the bed but nonetheless leaned over to touch the bud. He gasped softly when it responded to his touch. In a slow magical motion, the petals opened and bloomed the flower. He smiled softly but could not help but wonder where he was. As he looked up upon the sky, half the universe above him was sunlight while the other was the moon and stars. They seemed to be fighting against each other.
"Where am I?" Legolas murmured aloud. That's when a flash of light caught his attention. Looking to the foot of the stretching bed, a single slither of light was forming a shape. Suddenly wishing he had a weapon to defend himself, he watched the moving light with fierce narrowed eyes.
The cloud of light swirled in erratic shapes of white light until at last it settled into one solid form. It was a person...a woman
The woman's back was turned to him so the only part of her that was visible was that of her long dark hair. It was in that moment, as Legolas looked upon her, that she turned around.
"Victoria.." The prince whispered. She looked back at him, a soft smile slowly curling onto her lips. He watched with wonder as she slowly came up to him. Her movements were slow and graceful and the gown she wore silently billowed at her small feet. They accentuated her delicate curves. She then gently held her hand out to him. His eyes fell down upon her hand and then timidly placed his hand in hers.
It was in that brief touch that Legolas found her to be his restorative. The elf got up from the bed and to his feet. He towered a good few inches over her head therefore, he looked down at her face which studied him.
"This is a dream is it not?" He asked. She nodded her head and then spoke.
"Hello prince..Indeed this is a dream.." She said softly. Legolas tilted his head curiously. When did she ever call him prince? That's when the struck of realization hit him. This woman before him was not Victoria..
He had come to notice that as his relationship grew with the pure healer, we was able to sense her presence near by. Her aura would meld into his causing a communion of emotions and feelings. Now as he stood before this look alike, he felt something else. A sense, he had never felt before.
The elf prince took a step back and pursed his lips together.
"You are not Victoria." He murmured, a shadow dimming his face. She then let out a rich melodious laugh. Such a rich laugh it was, that it almost caused Legolas to grin, but he kept his face plagued of all emotion.
"Indeed I am not the Victoria you know, But I go deeper then that..." She said mysteriously, mirth dancing in her eyes. She reminded him of Gandalf in the way they both spoke in ways of making one wonder and be confused.
"You speak in riddles mysterious one." He said truthfully. She then took a step closer to him. She softly placed a dainty hand upon his chest. The supposed pure healer said words that surprised him.
"I am Victoria's heart." She murmured. Legolas' lips parted as he stared upon her with an expression of pureness and curiosity. She took her hand from his chest and then leaned up to touch his cheek. His eyes were soft, full of question. Her eyebrows wrinkled as her fingers explored his face.
"How did you do it?" She asked suddenly.
"Mani? (What)" he asked.
"How is it that you broke down two of the walls surrounding me? I feel so vulnerable and it frightens me to a great deal." Victoria's heart confessed. The prince's eyes widened with shock. Did that mean that Victoria was letting him in?..Was he really breaking this cold stone faced girl down?..Those questions swarmed wildly through his thoughts like the wind itself.
He put a hand to his forehead. He was not supposed to be confused. Elves were not accustomed to such a feeling nor was he. Confusion was but a distraction from life that kept one from knowing what they desired to know. It was something he did not like. One other emotion he was not wanting to feel was that of jealousy. The prince had yet to find and feel that emotion.
"My mind is..is..so.." Legolas began, but his sentence floated in the air. She chuckled.
"Confused?" She finished. He just nodded, a sour expression on his face.
"You need not feel confused..Just listen to your heart." She said softly. But then a shadow filled her eyes.
"Now, if only Victoria would listen to me! She can be so foolish!" her heart hissed with a baffled expression while scolding her bearer. The elf grinned.
"Now prince, you must wonder why I beckoned you in your dreams." She finally replied in an amused tone. He nodded sheepishly with raised eyebrows. The woman turned away and inclined her head forward down the path. Legolas came forward and offered his arm. Her hand fit on his forearm, and his skin began to tingle at the contact.
"Walk with me prince." She said looking to the golden prince. She felt troubled and knew only he could bring her to peace. She felt so lamentable. Surrounding her heart was the four sided wall. Cold as ice, hard as indestructible stone. Almost like the fortress of Helm's Deep, but even that had been knocked down. The layer outside of the wall was loneliness. Made of years of getting neglected, deprived of understanding, and never knowing how it was to give yourself to someone. After that frosted layer was the last one which was ignorance. Ignorant to ignore the calls of the heart and to shut them out. But she was the one to create all of it.
They walked in a silence, Legolas still patiently awaiting her to speak. Her eyes were filled with pain. Perhaps Victoria was deeper then the girl she made herself out to be. What a mystery, he thought to himself.
The prince felt himself drown in a state of nostalgia and a heavy storm of thoughts. Being of the age of almost three thousand years has let him file through his emotions. What a calamity! But in this particular time of his life, he could not seem to clarify what he was indeed feeling. One helpful thought entered through his brain but flushed right out of his mind. One after the other. Victoria's heart sensed his discomfort and stopped walking.
"You are troubled as well fair one." She stated, not even a hint of a question.
"Uma (Yes)." He confessed. Her eyes downcast to the plush ground. A sudden expression formed on her features. One that was a child that had stars grow in their eyes. She grabbed both his hands and brought them up. Placing each one of his hands on both sides of her face, she smiled softly with intuition.
"I know what to do now." She whispered. She brought her hands away from his, his fingers still framing her face tenderly.
"See me.."
"What?" He asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
She did not answer him. She only showed him.
The Elven prince's eyes grew wide.
He stared not only into her green eyes..but for the first time..into her soul..
Images flashed before him..
A girl standing quiet and still under the stars, tracing the constellation of Pegasus.
"Horse of hope..." The elf whispered with glazed eyes. Victoria watching her father with a glare of disgust as he rose a bottle of liquor to his lips, before he threw it into a nearby wall. Her mother screaming recklessly into a younger Victoria's face for breaking a vase by accident. An image of her sitting in a dark corner, rocking back and forth while her fingers raked harshly through her own hair as if blocking out something. So much of these images flashed before Legolas' eyes like a film reel, branding them into his mind.
He heard her cries, he felt her tears, he felt the pain. They were flowing at him, being unlocked from years of captivity. He could feel everything she was feeling. If it be joy of having friends, mirth in seeing her actions make a table of elf nobles fall into laughter, loneliness of not being wanted by others company, anger in seeing two elf children being captured by orcs, hatred in those who harmed her, curiosity of two lovers sharing a kiss...All of these emotions had weld to become one pact of universal energy as it flashed before his blue eyes.
The elf prince could see and feel everything she was feeling. It was a wonderful sensation, something he had never experienced in all the ages of his life. One of her memories led to another, the elf seeing them all. He could see her slowly growing up. To become the young woman she was to that day. Every strength..every weakness..Legolas now knew them..He could know what she was good at..or what she was at fault with.. He knew what kind of person she was, on the inside and out..and it was breathtaking..Her soul was now known by him..and him only..
His eyes were wide, not blinking for one moment. His mouth was parted with astonishment..Victoria's heart slowly smiled. Soft gasps came from his mouth as he attempting to regain his breathing. One lone tear came from his eyes..
She then cradled his shocked face in her hands and guided his eye to hers. They swarmed with questions.
"I feel free..But Legolas you must teach her..teach me.." She said softly. A shaky smile curled onto his perfect lips and he nodded his head.
"Tha-thank you.." He stuttered with a grin. She just bowed her head softly. But as he looked into her eyes, and he could feel everything Victoria was feeling, he did something she did not expect.
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he elf leaned down and covered her lips with his own. A sharp gasp came from her. Victoria had never been kissed. Though this was only a dream, Legolas felt it real. What he saw and felt was real..
And then she disappeared..
Legolas' eyes looked everywhere but she was gone. A light enveloped him..
~~~~~end of dream~~~~~
Legolas shot up in his bed, sweat lining his face. His heart was thumping wildly in his chest..fresh with realization..He then whispered words that he came to know.
"I love her.." He whispered with wide eyes..
The prince now knew everything about her.. He had seen her soul..down to her very weakness....
"Her weakness is..is me..."
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A/N: HOLY CRAP I'M FINALLY DONE WITH THIS DAMN STUPID CHAPTER!!!!!! arg! finally it's out! he loves her! *throws up confetti* but I know, it seemed sorta kind that Legolas had a dream where he meets Victoria's organ, but it was strictly saying form her heart's perspective. anywho, got to go!!
namaarie! and thanks again for the reviews! luv ya people!