disclaimer: I do not own anything from the lord of the rings Tolkien world.
Only Victoria, Ithlen, Isil, and Rialan.
Omg thanks so much for the reviews!!!!! You people rock!!!!!! But I am seriously thinking over the idea about placing the other half of the story of broken under a new title.
Broken chapters 1-51 would be about Victoria's coming to middle earth, signs of war and the breaking down of her stone walls. Then chapters 52- when it ends, would be about the war and how Victoria comes to finally love. But again, it's just a thought.
Thank you all so much for the people who wished me to get better from being sick. It made me feel much better to just read that from people hehehehe.
LOL! i was watching my saved file of my favorite two towers trailer and for some odd reason i always get really squeaky and happy when i watch it. So i watched it a little while ago and i got so excited and happy that now I have a headache... LOL!!
HEY! On Monday i am taking a school trip to Virginia! MUHAHAHA! its going to be so fun! It's only for our grade and we stay there until Thursday.
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and I'm sorry, but i was really raced to do this chapter, so sorry if it was abit screwy. And don't ask what provoked me to do this kind of chapter. But i saw a commercial with these stunt people doing jump roping really good and i had gotten the idea. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Victoria piled the large length of white elven rope in her arms and sprinted across the lawn, her eyes twinkling in an array of playfulness. She had an idea. And, what a grand idea it was indeed. To Victoria, coming from earth defiantly made her the person she was today. But now in this society of class, grace and royalty, it very much clashed together. But to her, the mixture of her customs and their customs made it all the more fun.
"Hey children! Come over here!" She yelled over to the elf lings when they ran past her. They halted in a little pack of golden heads, each one with twinkling eyes. They formed a tight circle around her like little ones around a story teller.
"I have this game you see... It's called jump rope. Would you like to play?" Victoria asked chuckling to herself. Each child eyed her curiously with smiles, and nodded their wispy blond heads.
"Do as I say ok?" She said. Once more she got an agreement from them. Slowly, Victoria handed the other end of the long rope to the tallest of them. Commanding the young elf to run across the lawn, the rope was stretched out. Victoria then gave the other end to an elf girl and while she did this, she explained the directions to jump roping.
"Allright little ones. When I tell you, start to swing the rope around. Watch my feet to learn what to do." She said loudly. Victoria walked over to the middle of the stretched rope and stepped next to the right side of it. Laughing softly to herself, her green eyes shined. Long had it been since she jump roped. Her classmates never let her play with them in elementary so she taught herself. Now not only was she teaching someone else how to jump rope, but she also had people to do it with. Curious children that could pass this game to their own offspring they would have.
The pure healer gave her cue and at once, the two elves started to swing the rope over her head at a nice quick pace. As soon as it came to her feet, she jumped over it, only to jump over it again as it came hurling down and under. The elf children immediately began to laugh joyously as Victoria jumped over the rope in a repetitive motion, her long hair flying up and down like the ears of a white jack rabbit whilst it hopped. The beat of her boots on the ground, as the rope came down over and under again made it sound almost as if it was a dance with song.
Victoria let out a rich laugh when the eager elf children waited not a moment longer, before running into the line, jumping in the same rhythm she had going. Victoria was in the front of the jumping line, then with a small line of happy elf lings behind her. She was spice, added with the sugar of these youthful kids. As they jumped in unison, the two elves that held the ends of the rope, that they swung, laughed joyously.
Then Victoria picked up on some old jump rope chants that she once knew.
"Bubblegum, bubblegum, Penny a packet, first you chew it, and then you crack it! Then you stick it in your jacket. Then your parents kick up a racquet. Bubble gum, bubble gum, penny a packet!" Victoria said, going through the chant slowly yet loudly.
The children were laughing but, as she went through the verse again, they joined in. The loud chorused rhyme rung through the fields catching some attention. Various elves looked up from their work and chores to observe curiously. Once more, a cloud of question hovered in the air.
Victoria stopped jumping, as elves came over to watch and then took holds of one end of the rope and swung for the child who held it before. A slowly growing crowd of wood elves grew around the jumping elf lings, like a pandemonium of fans at a concert. Now as she, and the other brought the rope up and around, the children jumped in a straight line, happy grins upon there glowing faces. But a deep frown wore down on her lips as she caught sight of Isil and Rialan approaching.
Meanwhile in their situation ~*~*~*
"Why hello Isil, how is Ithlen?" Rialan asked with a smirk as he stared upon his current enemy. Isil's lips broke into a smirk as well as he watched Victoria and the others jump under a rope being swung. Certainly a mystery, how she manages to capture our people, and place them in this bizarre turn of events, the elf thought to himself.
"My sister is good...great in fact..." Isil replied in an oh so casual tone. The weapon smith ground his teeth together, in an attempt to stay serene. The brother of Rialans lover seemed to notice this and grinned with an arched eyebrow. He could not help but admit to himself, that seeing the anger of this elf was pleasurable.
"Well, then where is she?" He asked softly. Isil did not make a motion to show him. With a sigh, the weapon smith let his eyes search out the growing crowd for any signs of his lover. He spotted her standing at the edge of the crowd, watching Victoria and the children jump rope. She let out a rich musical laugh causing Rialan to let out a dreamy sigh again, and stand there to study her. Ithlen seemed to sense his gaze and turned her head to face that direction. Her eyes locked with his, and her face lit up with joy.
Rialan winked mischievously, causing a grin and a silent giggle to escape her. But the happy smile crumpled down in a dry frown, when she spotted her shadow of a brother lurking behind the weapon smith. His flaming orbs caught hers in its trap like a net. Even the eye of Sauron could not contend with the flaming ovals of this elf. With that gaze went a warning.
Rialan who had watched the silent communication between the siblings, wrinkled his eyebrows. Then, grabbing Isil fiercely by the arm, in a vice grip, he shook him. Isil slowly looked down at the gripping hand and was about to shove him away, but Rialan already was pulling him away and out of sight from Ithlen.
"Unhand me weapon smith!" Isil cried. But Rialan had not been listening and continued to pull the protesting elf through the crowd. What a dullard! Was it possible for an elf to be this cruel of heart, mind and soul?
Meanwhile, Victoria smirked as she caught sign of the two angry elves slowly making their way to the jumping line. But, she looked back at the jump rope. It was being swung around and over in a repetitive motion. A loud laugh came from her throat. The few children under and jumping, were now joined by curious grown adults. Even in their long robes, they jumped up and down in unison. Long locks of hair mingled with those of another. It was certainly a sight! Victoria knew that like the other memories she had acquired, this one would be forever remembered...
She then laughed to herself as an image of Legolas jump roping came to mind. She then wondered, where he was. Where was that rogue of an elf?! But her senses led her over through the maze of a crowd to see the golden prince, like the others, watching the jumping line. A grin was on his face.
It was in that moment that he turned and gazed at her. It was as if by fate, that something inside of him said that she was staring upon him. His stare broke through somewhere as he slowly smiled. Even though her arm still swung the rope, she could not tear her eyes away. He seemed to be enjoying looking right through into her soul, like a sword being rapped against the now pliable stone of her heart. Then like a phantom, he suddenly appeared behind her. Victoria unconsciously gasped. She could feel his breath on her neck and she forced her nervous eyes, back to the jump rope. Laughter and joy rung out through the air. The prince of Eryn Lasgallen then whispered in her ear.
"Meet me for an archery lesson tonight. Hmm?..." He asked softly. She wanted to say no. She wanted to make a witty remark to leave his request floating in the air, but her heart yearned to say yes.
"Well, I don't know... I might be busy. After all, look at this new game I have started..." She replied quickly. Yes, that was it. She would weasel her way out. But, Legolas could feel her nervousness. It stirred in his heart, for he knew every emotion she was feeling at that moment. He would not let her go. His love could not escape her forever. Two more walls, he reminded himself.
"Oh come now, a little archery won't harm you, now would it?" He asked, with a carefree grin. He wasn't about to let her get out of this offer. She turned her head away from him and continued to swing the rope. A light blush was in her cheeks. He wanted to run his fingers down that cheek, but he fought back the urge. Legolas put his hand upon her shoulder, and let his thumb lightly caress over it. Victoria gulped and faked a cough.
"Well, I...I, you know archery really isn't my strong points. I could definitely have someone dead, by accident if I tried..." She stuttered. The elf laughed but then leaned down low to her ear.
"Please?...Victoria?..." He whispered her name oh so tenderly. Victoria she bit down hard, on her somewhat trembling lip and then reluctantly nodded.
"Well, well, well...You certainly got yourself in one hell of a mess, you moron!" A voice from her head said. But a distant voice from somewhere else grew louder within her being.
"Oh hush up! It's time that Victoria gives her heart to Legolas! You know you want too..." The voice from her heart said is a tempting honey filled tone.
"What do you know!? If Victoria was to give her heart to the golden prince, then she would be weak and vulnerable! And don't forget that he would only leave her broken hearted!" The voice from the mind countered.
"Rubbish!!! A load of bull, I tell you! Legolas is the only one who can set her free!" The voice from her heart replied. Victoria went glassy eyed as they voices within her battled. It was like, the angel had flown out of her and sat upon one shoulder while the devil within sat upon the other shoulder. The both of them looked identical to her and continued to whisper their arguments in her ear. The pure healer looked to be in a trance but the prince still behind her, shivered in pure joy when she said yes to his humble request.
The prince secretly grinned widely, and his eyes sparkled. He was about to lean over and give her a chaste kiss on the cheek, but two familiar, angry elves caught his attention. They looked fit to kill. Fit to kill each other...
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"Where may I ask, are you so rudely taking me?" Isil hissed. But Rialan stayed silent and pulled the angering elf further into the crowd, his face hard, like a grey slab of stone. Then suddenly, the elf was let go, from the vice grip, in front of the jump rope which was being swung. Isil looked on with bewilderment.
"What are you trying to prove?" Rialan asked with a hard frown. Isil's eyes softened for a moment, before flaming again.
"I will not let my sister get harmed in the hands of an older elf. An elf, she has not known long enough to even give herself to." Isil replied, his hands shaking. He could not! Will not let this happen! But he could not help but feel a prick of remorse for his friend. He did love his sister, but was it enough to love her forever? That was an answer; he would have to wait for, to find out.
Rialan heaved an exasperated sigh and then put a hand to his forehead. Was it possible for an elf to get a headache? Was it possible to be this utterly angry with someone?! His eyes then opened and looked to the jumping line before him. The adults had sat down from jumping and were now resting. An idea molded his mind.
"Isil, what do you say to a contest?..." He asked his question, very much mysterious. The brother of his lover turned to him with a questionable expression. Rialan inclined his head toward the jumping rope in suggestion. A new glint sparkled in his silver eyes. It was competitive spirit. Isil glanced at the rope, contemplating if he was to agree or not. Finally after a moment of wishful pondering, he pursed his lips and nodded dryly. The elf opposite him smirked, and leaned one of his long legs in stance, to prepare to jump into the line. Isil did the same and actually grinned.
"My sister will be ashamed to see you lose..." Isil said confidently. Rialan only sniggered.
"No, I think you will be the one to lose Isil. As Victoria would say, bring it."
Isil glanced at the weapon smith when he said that, and then laughed, almost amusingly.
"Oh, it's already been brought...I believe, Victoria would say that in reply hmm?..." Isil questioned.
Speaking of the pure healer, who was very much aware of what was happening, between the two battling elves, she let another adult elf swing the rope instead. She cleared the line so that the only jumpers would be Isil and Rialan. This was a face off! She could sense the competition in the air like a cloud. The sense was fresh, and definitely real.
Approaching both elves, she stood between them like a referee.
"Too bad, I don't have a black and white striped tunic..." Victoria thought in her mind with a grin. Dismissing her rather flippant thoughts, she brought her hands up between the two of them. Their hard gazes were set on the moving rope. Then like a stroke of lightning, an idea flashed through her. She almost laughed aloud. Grabbing her dagger out of her boot, she took the long rope and cut it in half.
She then handed both part of the rope to each holder and explained the directions of double Dutch jump rope to them. Each contender nodded their heads eagerly. With her arm held high, as if she was reaching to the sky to catch a star, Victoria held her breath in.
"GO!" Victoria thundered. Like race cars, Rialan and Isil jumped into the line and in the craziness of double Dutch, they hopped on both legs. Blond hair bobbed up and down, and there were only the slightest sounds of their elven boots on the ground beneath them. Victoria watched excitingly, secretly placing bets on who was to win. It was like being at a horse race track, placing money on which speed horse was to win. Legolas who was still behind her, watched in enjoyment as he watched the buzzing competition. It seemed this relationship between Rialan and Ithlen was not approved by Isil and was the cause of this absurd conflict.
He then looked back down at Victoria. She stood in front of him, her back to his view. But he took that opportunity, to step closer to her body, his arms desiring to come out and encircle her to him. His face leaned down slightly, secretly taking in the scent of her skin. The sweetness of Lavender filled his nostrils like a drug. He knew if she had only turned around to see his actions, he knew a good slap or punch in the face was in order.
"Tonight...Tonight I can finally be alone with her..." He whispered in his mind. His heart soared, and he grinned to himself. An escape from his sudden burdens, which had only been brought down, so heavily upon him that morning. Him...commander in war... The feel of the crown of his father, still lingered upon the crest of his golden head. But his mind slipped from these rather dismal thoughts when her laugh rung in his leaf shaped ears. Bitterness was swept away and replaced by elation. Finally, the prince focused on the contest at hand.
Victoria walked away from the sidelines, secretly much to the prince's disappointment and to the jumping line. Rialan was jumping in front of Isil, the two of them facing each other. Each elf did not blink nor smile at each other. This was no contest. This was personal... After a moment, the weapon smith thought it best to raise the competition to another level.'
"What thoughts render your mind when I do this Isil?" Rialan countered and then in the blink of an eye, he had done a front flip in between the two twirling ropes. Isil looked bewildered for a moment, before regaining his stamina. Then like a clone, he did the same. Victoria let out a loud howl of excitement from the sidelines, egging them on. The two competitors worked like professional acrobats, soaring through the rings of a circus. Ithlen watched close by, her hands clasped together in excitement as she slightly rocked from side to side. The civilians of Eryn Lasgallen let out elvish cheers.
But who was to win? Ithlen gasped when her lover did a fast back flip, it almost appearing impossible, to even elven eyes. This was getting very much more senseless and abnormal by the minute. The chamber maid looked on with wide eyes. There was fire. burning fire between these two elves, and it was all because of her. Rialan, who was always of light spirit, was now like a raged competitor because the two of them were lovers. Then Isil, her beloved brother, a usually strict yet gentle sibling, now, a flaming image of what he usually was like this just because he was trying to protect her. This was all her fault! She was to blame. With these horrid blameful thoughts, Ithlen turned and fled away from the crowd, tears springing to her eyes. But the elf maiden went unseen to the eyes of civilians.
Two pair of long slim legs continued to effortlessly jump up and down. The soft almost inexistent sound of the boots, on the ground went in sync with the claps of the sidelines, and the snap of the rope against the ground, as it was swung. Rialan and Isil moved as if in an exotic dance, the two of them moving like dancers upon a stage. Victoria snapped her fingers in rhythm, a happy, glorious smile playing across her features. Her green eyes glimmered with anticipation. Her two friends were really going at it, she thought to herself. Never could anyone imagine an elf doing such a thing. Until now.
"You look exhausted Rialan!" Isil snapped with a smirk, his hands up at both sides as he jumped.
"Nonsense! I believe you are the one who looks exhausted..." The weapon smith hissed.
Different elves from the sidelines chanted the names of both the competitors, eager eyes watching. But then before anyone knew what was happening, Victoria had jumped right into the line in between Isil and Rialan, a third spotlight being lit for her arrival. the two elves looked startled for a moment, almost loosing their footing, but they regained their composure. Now, dark brown hair mingled and swayed with the two heads of blonds. Three double dutching folk of middle earth, moved in unison, twitsting and turning. Finally, before the ropes came down to rest, the three of them jumped out and bowed after their rather spectacular performance.
Rialan bowed once more and with a grin, his eyes searched out for the face of his beloved Ithlen. Faces, so many faces, but where was she? His heart reached out to find her but only sorrow loomed over him. He had to find her. Before anyone could compliment him on the contest, he had raced away down the path and in search of her talan. Nothing was going right!
Victoria watched him go and sighed. She was worried about him. The love that had blossomed between the two elves was already on the rocks...
"I have said it before and I will say it again...Love bites..." Victoria whispered quietly.
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Long, slender fingers drummed across the pale white surface, of an elven bow. They moved across the intricate designs with growing anticipation. She would be there any moment. Azure ocean blue eyes swept across the distance, then looking up to the stars. He could somewhat make out her constellation. But now it was their constellation. The Pegasus... A smile curled at the corners of his perfectly shaped lips, his features seemingly glowing. But how could he not?
She was late, Legolas thought to himself as he sighed. He could feel was she was feeling. It was nervousness, fearing doubt. He wanted her to not feel that way around him, but alas it could not be helped. She was on her way to the archery fields, he knew that. The elven prince could feel her close by. Gently taking the bow of the galadhrim from his broad shoulder, Legolas tapped his foot uneasily. She was planning her escape. But, he would not let her. A determined soul flared inside of his heart like a torch.
His elves ears picked up a light sound nearby. His heart grew incredibly warm as he felt her behind him. It was a sense he had acquired when looking into her soul. Without turning around, the elf spoke softy.
"Lle ab-dollen lothamin...(your late my flower)" He whispered with wisps of a smile with tranquil eyes. Turning around, he came to face her. The elf prince silently drank in the sight of her as if sipping water.
She stood there, a good few feet in front of him. Her silver tunic glowed in the high moonlight, giving her a soft glow. One of her legs was resting in front of the other one, as if she was about to take another step forward. The pure healer stood there uneasily, her eyes flashing with uncertainty. Her rather shaky hands were wringing at the folds of her tunic, and for a moment, she wiped her sweaty palms upon the sides of her breeches. She was very nervous no doubt. But it made her look all the more provoking and enchanting to him.
"Victoria?..." Legolas asked gently. She seemed to be trapped within a daze. The sound of his voice quickly brought her back to reality.
"Oh sorry..." She mumbled, looking to the ground. The male opposite her laughed softly.
"No need, but I am glad you obliged to my asking, that you meet me here." He replied.
Victoria just nodded and took the bow from her shoulder, along with a dark brown feathered arrow. She would get through this, one way or another. So what if they were alone?...at night...But it mattered not! She would be taught proper archery by her friend, and then leave and everything would be as it should be. Oh how she hoped that would happen. The prince was studying her, standing beautiful and serene as he always did. What exactly was storming in those azure eyes? It was something she had never seen before in his intoxicating eyes. A new emotion...
Wind brushed at the two of them, silently pushing them closer together like soft hands. Even Mother Nature seemed to be making them closer in any way. The stars formed crowns upon their heads, and clouds like wisps of floating cream traveled through the sky. A perfect night it was to be dancing to the heavens. Somewhere along the way, Legolas had taken her hand in his, his fingers lacing in between hers. Her hand was smaller then his but it fit rather well incased in his warmth. Yielding waves of light and warmth ran from his touch to her. Victoria momentarily looked down at their joined hands and found that she enjoyed the feeling very much. Maybe too much?
"That jump roping this afternoon was very entertaining...How was it, that you learned such a game?" Legolas asked. She smiled gently and glanced at him for a moment.
"The other girls in my old school used to play it. I wanted to join them, but I was not permitted. So, I taught it to myself. That elf's elven rope worked a lot better then regular jump rope, I must say..." Victoria replied, laughing mischievously with high eyebrows. The prince chuckled at her playfulness, and he could feel, that she relaxed more since she arrived to the archery fields.
"You seem to enjoy bringing all of your customs of your old world here in with our folk..." He commented, as he titled his head to grin down at her. She chuckled at this, and nodded her head.
"I like bringing out the party animal in everyone. Elves are such quiet serene and graceful people. But, when mixed me with me, ultimate chaos..." She said, laughing menacingly again. Legolas shook his head in amusement. When arriving to the borders of the fields, Legolas took his great bow and notched an arrow effortlessly. Victoria stood by and watched his every movement. He worked fast yet slow and the movements were strong yet gentle. Everything he did seem to have two sides. His golden blond hair rested behind his arched shoulder as he pulled back the strong with no difficulty. Legolas' face was composed as solemn and very much that of a warrior. The elf made it look oh so easy. Then in the blink of an eye, he let the arrow go and it planted itself in the bull's eye target. The pure healer's lips parted.
He then turned to her and met her gaze. A look of awe was drawn across her features.
"Impressed?..." He asked. She snorted and breezed past him.
"Don't hold your breath." She said with a hidden smile. He grinned and then turned to watch her try to notch an arrow. With her eyebrows aligned with concentration, her nervous hands held up the bow in a low form. Very clumsily, she attempted to nock the arrow in between the thin string but had no avail. She muttered under her breath.
"Curse this bow..." She murmured making the prince chuckle silently and he approached slowly, looming over her.
She was so oblivious. Anyone could have seen how much he loved her. It was plain as the stars were in the sky. He wanted her to love him in return. The thought of her not, suddenly tore at his heart like a dagger. Love at times could be dangerous game. He was not only playing this fateful game, but he was also determined to win it. She was his. He knew she was. From the moment he looked into the sheer universes of her heart and soul, he knew she was the one. His other half...Legolas thought this over, as the once he cherished, still was at it attempting to nock an arrow. The elf could not help but laugh softly. She turned to him and raised an eyebrow.
"You're laughing at me." She commented with a growing smile. His face twitched with a grin but he shook his golden head.
"Well, Mr. Greenleaf Greenleaf, take a fine look at this!" She exclaimed and then notched and arrow and pulled as hard as she could on the string. It strained her arm but she let the string go. Much to her utter dismay, the arrow just landed, flat on the ground, a few feet in front of her. She cursed loudly and then turned to Legolas.
He had his lips tightly pursed together. His eye was twitching immensely with held back mirth. She placed her hands on her hips and waited. Legolas attempted to swallow back the laughter but could not. Whilst he laughed, the pure healer picked up the astray arrow and gripped it in her hand.
"Yup! Laugh at me why don't you?!" She countered with a grin. She did have to admit that was pathetic. When he regained his composure, he came up behind her. Close... Much to close for her liking.
"Would you like some help?" Victoria almost gasped at his offer. Gathering her wits back, she replied,
"Fat chance..." She replied with a huff. He only ignored her protest and took the bow from her hands. Then much to Victoria's surprise, he took her hands and softly guided them to certain places upon the bow. Though his eyes were not set on her, she could almost feel as if he was gazing down at her. His nimble fingers danced across her own, delighting pulses of warmth flowing through not only her body but his own. These were feelings he dreamed of.
After adjusting her hands and fingers to certain places to straighten the position of the bow, he worked upon her posture. Victoria was slouching very slightly, but it was enough to set the arrow off course. Almost making a gasp escape her, much to his knowing, Legolas moved his hands to her hips and guided the young girl to lean straight against him. Her back rested against his chest, and he placed his hands upon hers again. It was like two bodies in one were guiding the bow.
"Hold it like this; don't let it go now..." He whispered softly. Victoria could only mutely nod. His touch was like fire to her skin. Legolas closed his eyes for a moment, relishing in the way her body felt against him. It was as if the Gods had molded her to fit perfectly within his arms. The elf felt like a doll that was now reunited with an arm that had been pulled off. Leaning down, his blond hair brushing across her neck, he whispered softly in her ear.
"Relax my friend..."
Victoria gulped with a very dry throat. His hands' touching her was like the caress of a God. Though he was only helping her with archery, it was so much more intimate. He certainly had skillful hands. Secretly, the pure healer had succumbed and surrendered to him, and that feeling almost undid both him and her.
The princes' slender hands swept back her hair out of the way, his long fingers brushing across her cheek and shoulder. Was he doing this on purpose!? Did he know the effect of what his touch had on her? These questions rambled on through her almost desperately, although the prince knew very much of what his touch did to her. She hummed like a harp in his arms.
Legolas took the arrow and let her fingers nock it. Then with both her force and his, they pulled back the bow string. Victoria took her attention away from the elf and to the bow. It felt weird, but she knew that this was the right way to handle a bow. Then, they let go. The arrow soared through the air and planted itself through the target.
"Oh wow! I did it! we did it!" Victoria cried and then turned to the elf and was about to throw her arms around him in a hug but stopped herself. He grinned and nodded his moonlight filled face as he gazed at the target.
"You see?! You can do archery, and! You did not harm anyone." He reminded.
"Well, I know that I will never be able to actually be good at archery, but at least, I had help to actually do it." Victoria said up to him. Legolas could only nod as he handed the bow back to her.
"Try again, without me this time."
She nodded and grabbed an arrow from her quiver. Slowly and surely, like Legolas guided her to do, she notched an arrow. The girl was still helplessly clumsy but she was able to do it. Straightening her back, she slowly pulled back on the tight string. Victoria's arm was already aching with the new sport but she aimed nonetheless. Then with a gasp, she let it go. Legoas watched as the arrow flew through the air and hit a tree, but as if, guided by a sweep of wind, the arrow recoiled back and hit the very bottom of the target. Half of the broken arrow dangled off and fell to the grass.
Victoria simply snorted while the elven prince grinned.
"At least, your arrow has struck the target..." He offered. She turned to him and snorted again.
"Yeah, in a demented deranged kind of way..." She muttered with a small smile. The elf then looked up the moon. By its position in the sky, he would have to say that it was at least midnight. The prince had a busy day tomorrow. With an unhappy sigh he turned back to Victoria who was still watching the target.
"Victoria, I must take my leave now." He said softly, while his heart screamed in protest. If he could only stay their under the moon and stars, having her resting in his eternal embrace. That was an image he often dreamed about. Then, she asked the one question that made his heart jump.
"Why?..." She asked her voice soft and tender. His blue eyes locked with her green eyes, and he told her of how much he loved her. Then he looked to a rose bush next to her. Legolas' eyes widened briefly. White roses. They were her favorite flower. Gently picking one from the bush, he offered it to her. Victoria grinned and accepted it. Leaning over, he closed his eyes and set his lips against her cheek. He lingered there for a moment, taking in the feeling of her skin and the scent of her hair. The prince wanted to forever remember this moment.
When he pulled away, his face glowing happily, he could not miss the distinct smile that tugged at the corner of her lips. She was gazing into his eyes, her cheek burning, as she fingered the white rose. He smiled once and bowed before turning and disappearing down the path. She looked after him, a squeaky sigh escaping her. Upon hearing herself, she gasped and frowned.
No! This was not supposed to happen. She was not supposed to feel this way. Or was she? Looking down at the rose in her hands, she glared at it. It reminded her of him. Rearing her arm up, Victoria prepared herself to throw it with force to the ground, and step on it. But as she told herself to throw it, her shaky hand could not. Instead, it brought the rose back up to her nose, to take in the lovely smell. She bit down on her bottom lip, as a great stirring exploded from the stone walls. Looking down at the rose, she sang. (a/n: Victoria will be moving around while she sings so anything she sings will be in "" . the song ends with ~~~~~~)
~~~~beginning of song~~~ (A/N: it's sorta confusing for people to comprehend this song because in the movie there are the muses that sing the parts where they say she is in love. )
"If there's a prize for rotten judgment, I guess I've already won that."
"No man is worth the aggravation., that's ancient history, been there done that"
Victoria turned away from the archery fields, an image of him and her holding each other while shooting with the bow, coming to her eyes.
"Who'd you think you're kidding; he's the earth and heaven to you,
Try to keep it hidden,
Honey we can see right through you
Girl ya, can't conceal it,
We know how you're feeling
Who your thinking of!..."
Victoria pushed any thought of him. Of his smile, of his laugh, of his kiss.With a glare she stalked across the lawns under the midnight moon, the stars laughing at her.
"No chance, no way, I won't say it, no no You swoon, you sigh, why deny it uh-oh"
"It's to cliché; I won't say I'm in love.."
"I thought my heart had learned its lesson.
It feels so good when you start out.
My head is screaming gets a grip girl, unless you're dying to cry your heart out
Ohhh."
As Victoria ran down next to the edge of a lake, Legolas suddenly appeared in front of her. He was smiling softly and held out his arms for her. So inviting. She ran to him and into his embrace, but stumbled for the image of him disappeared.
"You keep on denying who you are and how you're feeling
Baby we're not buying
Hon, we saw you hit the ceiling
Face it like a grown up,
When your gonna own up that you
Got got got it bad"
Victoria raked her wild fingers through her long dark hair, her eyes squeezed shut.
"No chance! No way! I won't say it no no"
"Give up, give in! Check the grin you're in love"
"This scene won't play! I won't say I'm in love"
He appeared out of thin air again, his eyes soft and caring. She ran as fast as she could to him, but the image wavered and disappeared. Halting, and crossing her arms stubbornly, she put her nose up, and closed her eyes in frustration, as she sang.
"Your doing flips, read our lips, your in love!"
"Your way off base, I won't say it! Get off my case, I won't say it!"
"Girl, don't be proud, it's ok you're in love."
She slumped down next to the river and peered in. She saw him. His reflection mirrored off the water and looked back up at her. The moonlight shimmered on his smile like an angel. With the glimmering white rose in one hand, Victoria touched the water, a soft smile on her lips as she looked at his face as if looking into the mirror of Galadriel..
"At least out loud, I won't say I'm in love.."
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The defeated pure healer sung her last note and sighed gently. But before she could touch his face on the water again, it disappeared and sent Victoria tumbling in off the bank. She came up, a fountain of water shooting out of her mouth, and her soaking wet hair plastered across her face.
"Curse that elf" She muttered.
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A/N: Oh GOD! That chapter was so corny with the song! (I was laughing to myself when making her sing that song because it's like she's having split personality like Gollum!! )That song by the way is from the movie Hercules, the song that Meg sings. I love the lyrics and it fit Victoria so much.
Namaarie!!
Omg thanks so much for the reviews!!!!! You people rock!!!!!! But I am seriously thinking over the idea about placing the other half of the story of broken under a new title.
Broken chapters 1-51 would be about Victoria's coming to middle earth, signs of war and the breaking down of her stone walls. Then chapters 52- when it ends, would be about the war and how Victoria comes to finally love. But again, it's just a thought.
Thank you all so much for the people who wished me to get better from being sick. It made me feel much better to just read that from people hehehehe.
LOL! i was watching my saved file of my favorite two towers trailer and for some odd reason i always get really squeaky and happy when i watch it. So i watched it a little while ago and i got so excited and happy that now I have a headache... LOL!!
HEY! On Monday i am taking a school trip to Virginia! MUHAHAHA! its going to be so fun! It's only for our grade and we stay there until Thursday.
oh and i was thinking that if anyone of my readers wanted to check out some of my artwork, then here is the address to the site:
and I'm sorry, but i was really raced to do this chapter, so sorry if it was abit screwy. And don't ask what provoked me to do this kind of chapter. But i saw a commercial with these stunt people doing jump roping really good and i had gotten the idea. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Victoria piled the large length of white elven rope in her arms and sprinted across the lawn, her eyes twinkling in an array of playfulness. She had an idea. And, what a grand idea it was indeed. To Victoria, coming from earth defiantly made her the person she was today. But now in this society of class, grace and royalty, it very much clashed together. But to her, the mixture of her customs and their customs made it all the more fun.
"Hey children! Come over here!" She yelled over to the elf lings when they ran past her. They halted in a little pack of golden heads, each one with twinkling eyes. They formed a tight circle around her like little ones around a story teller.
"I have this game you see... It's called jump rope. Would you like to play?" Victoria asked chuckling to herself. Each child eyed her curiously with smiles, and nodded their wispy blond heads.
"Do as I say ok?" She said. Once more she got an agreement from them. Slowly, Victoria handed the other end of the long rope to the tallest of them. Commanding the young elf to run across the lawn, the rope was stretched out. Victoria then gave the other end to an elf girl and while she did this, she explained the directions to jump roping.
"Allright little ones. When I tell you, start to swing the rope around. Watch my feet to learn what to do." She said loudly. Victoria walked over to the middle of the stretched rope and stepped next to the right side of it. Laughing softly to herself, her green eyes shined. Long had it been since she jump roped. Her classmates never let her play with them in elementary so she taught herself. Now not only was she teaching someone else how to jump rope, but she also had people to do it with. Curious children that could pass this game to their own offspring they would have.
The pure healer gave her cue and at once, the two elves started to swing the rope over her head at a nice quick pace. As soon as it came to her feet, she jumped over it, only to jump over it again as it came hurling down and under. The elf children immediately began to laugh joyously as Victoria jumped over the rope in a repetitive motion, her long hair flying up and down like the ears of a white jack rabbit whilst it hopped. The beat of her boots on the ground, as the rope came down over and under again made it sound almost as if it was a dance with song.
Victoria let out a rich laugh when the eager elf children waited not a moment longer, before running into the line, jumping in the same rhythm she had going. Victoria was in the front of the jumping line, then with a small line of happy elf lings behind her. She was spice, added with the sugar of these youthful kids. As they jumped in unison, the two elves that held the ends of the rope, that they swung, laughed joyously.
Then Victoria picked up on some old jump rope chants that she once knew.
"Bubblegum, bubblegum, Penny a packet, first you chew it, and then you crack it! Then you stick it in your jacket. Then your parents kick up a racquet. Bubble gum, bubble gum, penny a packet!" Victoria said, going through the chant slowly yet loudly.
The children were laughing but, as she went through the verse again, they joined in. The loud chorused rhyme rung through the fields catching some attention. Various elves looked up from their work and chores to observe curiously. Once more, a cloud of question hovered in the air.
Victoria stopped jumping, as elves came over to watch and then took holds of one end of the rope and swung for the child who held it before. A slowly growing crowd of wood elves grew around the jumping elf lings, like a pandemonium of fans at a concert. Now as she, and the other brought the rope up and around, the children jumped in a straight line, happy grins upon there glowing faces. But a deep frown wore down on her lips as she caught sight of Isil and Rialan approaching.
Meanwhile in their situation ~*~*~*
"Why hello Isil, how is Ithlen?" Rialan asked with a smirk as he stared upon his current enemy. Isil's lips broke into a smirk as well as he watched Victoria and the others jump under a rope being swung. Certainly a mystery, how she manages to capture our people, and place them in this bizarre turn of events, the elf thought to himself.
"My sister is good...great in fact..." Isil replied in an oh so casual tone. The weapon smith ground his teeth together, in an attempt to stay serene. The brother of Rialans lover seemed to notice this and grinned with an arched eyebrow. He could not help but admit to himself, that seeing the anger of this elf was pleasurable.
"Well, then where is she?" He asked softly. Isil did not make a motion to show him. With a sigh, the weapon smith let his eyes search out the growing crowd for any signs of his lover. He spotted her standing at the edge of the crowd, watching Victoria and the children jump rope. She let out a rich musical laugh causing Rialan to let out a dreamy sigh again, and stand there to study her. Ithlen seemed to sense his gaze and turned her head to face that direction. Her eyes locked with his, and her face lit up with joy.
Rialan winked mischievously, causing a grin and a silent giggle to escape her. But the happy smile crumpled down in a dry frown, when she spotted her shadow of a brother lurking behind the weapon smith. His flaming orbs caught hers in its trap like a net. Even the eye of Sauron could not contend with the flaming ovals of this elf. With that gaze went a warning.
Rialan who had watched the silent communication between the siblings, wrinkled his eyebrows. Then, grabbing Isil fiercely by the arm, in a vice grip, he shook him. Isil slowly looked down at the gripping hand and was about to shove him away, but Rialan already was pulling him away and out of sight from Ithlen.
"Unhand me weapon smith!" Isil cried. But Rialan had not been listening and continued to pull the protesting elf through the crowd. What a dullard! Was it possible for an elf to be this cruel of heart, mind and soul?
Meanwhile, Victoria smirked as she caught sign of the two angry elves slowly making their way to the jumping line. But, she looked back at the jump rope. It was being swung around and over in a repetitive motion. A loud laugh came from her throat. The few children under and jumping, were now joined by curious grown adults. Even in their long robes, they jumped up and down in unison. Long locks of hair mingled with those of another. It was certainly a sight! Victoria knew that like the other memories she had acquired, this one would be forever remembered...
She then laughed to herself as an image of Legolas jump roping came to mind. She then wondered, where he was. Where was that rogue of an elf?! But her senses led her over through the maze of a crowd to see the golden prince, like the others, watching the jumping line. A grin was on his face.
It was in that moment that he turned and gazed at her. It was as if by fate, that something inside of him said that she was staring upon him. His stare broke through somewhere as he slowly smiled. Even though her arm still swung the rope, she could not tear her eyes away. He seemed to be enjoying looking right through into her soul, like a sword being rapped against the now pliable stone of her heart. Then like a phantom, he suddenly appeared behind her. Victoria unconsciously gasped. She could feel his breath on her neck and she forced her nervous eyes, back to the jump rope. Laughter and joy rung out through the air. The prince of Eryn Lasgallen then whispered in her ear.
"Meet me for an archery lesson tonight. Hmm?..." He asked softly. She wanted to say no. She wanted to make a witty remark to leave his request floating in the air, but her heart yearned to say yes.
"Well, I don't know... I might be busy. After all, look at this new game I have started..." She replied quickly. Yes, that was it. She would weasel her way out. But, Legolas could feel her nervousness. It stirred in his heart, for he knew every emotion she was feeling at that moment. He would not let her go. His love could not escape her forever. Two more walls, he reminded himself.
"Oh come now, a little archery won't harm you, now would it?" He asked, with a carefree grin. He wasn't about to let her get out of this offer. She turned her head away from him and continued to swing the rope. A light blush was in her cheeks. He wanted to run his fingers down that cheek, but he fought back the urge. Legolas put his hand upon her shoulder, and let his thumb lightly caress over it. Victoria gulped and faked a cough.
"Well, I...I, you know archery really isn't my strong points. I could definitely have someone dead, by accident if I tried..." She stuttered. The elf laughed but then leaned down low to her ear.
"Please?...Victoria?..." He whispered her name oh so tenderly. Victoria she bit down hard, on her somewhat trembling lip and then reluctantly nodded.
"Well, well, well...You certainly got yourself in one hell of a mess, you moron!" A voice from her head said. But a distant voice from somewhere else grew louder within her being.
"Oh hush up! It's time that Victoria gives her heart to Legolas! You know you want too..." The voice from her heart said is a tempting honey filled tone.
"What do you know!? If Victoria was to give her heart to the golden prince, then she would be weak and vulnerable! And don't forget that he would only leave her broken hearted!" The voice from the mind countered.
"Rubbish!!! A load of bull, I tell you! Legolas is the only one who can set her free!" The voice from her heart replied. Victoria went glassy eyed as they voices within her battled. It was like, the angel had flown out of her and sat upon one shoulder while the devil within sat upon the other shoulder. The both of them looked identical to her and continued to whisper their arguments in her ear. The pure healer looked to be in a trance but the prince still behind her, shivered in pure joy when she said yes to his humble request.
The prince secretly grinned widely, and his eyes sparkled. He was about to lean over and give her a chaste kiss on the cheek, but two familiar, angry elves caught his attention. They looked fit to kill. Fit to kill each other...
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"Where may I ask, are you so rudely taking me?" Isil hissed. But Rialan stayed silent and pulled the angering elf further into the crowd, his face hard, like a grey slab of stone. Then suddenly, the elf was let go, from the vice grip, in front of the jump rope which was being swung. Isil looked on with bewilderment.
"What are you trying to prove?" Rialan asked with a hard frown. Isil's eyes softened for a moment, before flaming again.
"I will not let my sister get harmed in the hands of an older elf. An elf, she has not known long enough to even give herself to." Isil replied, his hands shaking. He could not! Will not let this happen! But he could not help but feel a prick of remorse for his friend. He did love his sister, but was it enough to love her forever? That was an answer; he would have to wait for, to find out.
Rialan heaved an exasperated sigh and then put a hand to his forehead. Was it possible for an elf to get a headache? Was it possible to be this utterly angry with someone?! His eyes then opened and looked to the jumping line before him. The adults had sat down from jumping and were now resting. An idea molded his mind.
"Isil, what do you say to a contest?..." He asked his question, very much mysterious. The brother of his lover turned to him with a questionable expression. Rialan inclined his head toward the jumping rope in suggestion. A new glint sparkled in his silver eyes. It was competitive spirit. Isil glanced at the rope, contemplating if he was to agree or not. Finally after a moment of wishful pondering, he pursed his lips and nodded dryly. The elf opposite him smirked, and leaned one of his long legs in stance, to prepare to jump into the line. Isil did the same and actually grinned.
"My sister will be ashamed to see you lose..." Isil said confidently. Rialan only sniggered.
"No, I think you will be the one to lose Isil. As Victoria would say, bring it."
Isil glanced at the weapon smith when he said that, and then laughed, almost amusingly.
"Oh, it's already been brought...I believe, Victoria would say that in reply hmm?..." Isil questioned.
Speaking of the pure healer, who was very much aware of what was happening, between the two battling elves, she let another adult elf swing the rope instead. She cleared the line so that the only jumpers would be Isil and Rialan. This was a face off! She could sense the competition in the air like a cloud. The sense was fresh, and definitely real.
Approaching both elves, she stood between them like a referee.
"Too bad, I don't have a black and white striped tunic..." Victoria thought in her mind with a grin. Dismissing her rather flippant thoughts, she brought her hands up between the two of them. Their hard gazes were set on the moving rope. Then like a stroke of lightning, an idea flashed through her. She almost laughed aloud. Grabbing her dagger out of her boot, she took the long rope and cut it in half.
She then handed both part of the rope to each holder and explained the directions of double Dutch jump rope to them. Each contender nodded their heads eagerly. With her arm held high, as if she was reaching to the sky to catch a star, Victoria held her breath in.
"GO!" Victoria thundered. Like race cars, Rialan and Isil jumped into the line and in the craziness of double Dutch, they hopped on both legs. Blond hair bobbed up and down, and there were only the slightest sounds of their elven boots on the ground beneath them. Victoria watched excitingly, secretly placing bets on who was to win. It was like being at a horse race track, placing money on which speed horse was to win. Legolas who was still behind her, watched in enjoyment as he watched the buzzing competition. It seemed this relationship between Rialan and Ithlen was not approved by Isil and was the cause of this absurd conflict.
He then looked back down at Victoria. She stood in front of him, her back to his view. But he took that opportunity, to step closer to her body, his arms desiring to come out and encircle her to him. His face leaned down slightly, secretly taking in the scent of her skin. The sweetness of Lavender filled his nostrils like a drug. He knew if she had only turned around to see his actions, he knew a good slap or punch in the face was in order.
"Tonight...Tonight I can finally be alone with her..." He whispered in his mind. His heart soared, and he grinned to himself. An escape from his sudden burdens, which had only been brought down, so heavily upon him that morning. Him...commander in war... The feel of the crown of his father, still lingered upon the crest of his golden head. But his mind slipped from these rather dismal thoughts when her laugh rung in his leaf shaped ears. Bitterness was swept away and replaced by elation. Finally, the prince focused on the contest at hand.
Victoria walked away from the sidelines, secretly much to the prince's disappointment and to the jumping line. Rialan was jumping in front of Isil, the two of them facing each other. Each elf did not blink nor smile at each other. This was no contest. This was personal... After a moment, the weapon smith thought it best to raise the competition to another level.'
"What thoughts render your mind when I do this Isil?" Rialan countered and then in the blink of an eye, he had done a front flip in between the two twirling ropes. Isil looked bewildered for a moment, before regaining his stamina. Then like a clone, he did the same. Victoria let out a loud howl of excitement from the sidelines, egging them on. The two competitors worked like professional acrobats, soaring through the rings of a circus. Ithlen watched close by, her hands clasped together in excitement as she slightly rocked from side to side. The civilians of Eryn Lasgallen let out elvish cheers.
But who was to win? Ithlen gasped when her lover did a fast back flip, it almost appearing impossible, to even elven eyes. This was getting very much more senseless and abnormal by the minute. The chamber maid looked on with wide eyes. There was fire. burning fire between these two elves, and it was all because of her. Rialan, who was always of light spirit, was now like a raged competitor because the two of them were lovers. Then Isil, her beloved brother, a usually strict yet gentle sibling, now, a flaming image of what he usually was like this just because he was trying to protect her. This was all her fault! She was to blame. With these horrid blameful thoughts, Ithlen turned and fled away from the crowd, tears springing to her eyes. But the elf maiden went unseen to the eyes of civilians.
Two pair of long slim legs continued to effortlessly jump up and down. The soft almost inexistent sound of the boots, on the ground went in sync with the claps of the sidelines, and the snap of the rope against the ground, as it was swung. Rialan and Isil moved as if in an exotic dance, the two of them moving like dancers upon a stage. Victoria snapped her fingers in rhythm, a happy, glorious smile playing across her features. Her green eyes glimmered with anticipation. Her two friends were really going at it, she thought to herself. Never could anyone imagine an elf doing such a thing. Until now.
"You look exhausted Rialan!" Isil snapped with a smirk, his hands up at both sides as he jumped.
"Nonsense! I believe you are the one who looks exhausted..." The weapon smith hissed.
Different elves from the sidelines chanted the names of both the competitors, eager eyes watching. But then before anyone knew what was happening, Victoria had jumped right into the line in between Isil and Rialan, a third spotlight being lit for her arrival. the two elves looked startled for a moment, almost loosing their footing, but they regained their composure. Now, dark brown hair mingled and swayed with the two heads of blonds. Three double dutching folk of middle earth, moved in unison, twitsting and turning. Finally, before the ropes came down to rest, the three of them jumped out and bowed after their rather spectacular performance.
Rialan bowed once more and with a grin, his eyes searched out for the face of his beloved Ithlen. Faces, so many faces, but where was she? His heart reached out to find her but only sorrow loomed over him. He had to find her. Before anyone could compliment him on the contest, he had raced away down the path and in search of her talan. Nothing was going right!
Victoria watched him go and sighed. She was worried about him. The love that had blossomed between the two elves was already on the rocks...
"I have said it before and I will say it again...Love bites..." Victoria whispered quietly.
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Long, slender fingers drummed across the pale white surface, of an elven bow. They moved across the intricate designs with growing anticipation. She would be there any moment. Azure ocean blue eyes swept across the distance, then looking up to the stars. He could somewhat make out her constellation. But now it was their constellation. The Pegasus... A smile curled at the corners of his perfectly shaped lips, his features seemingly glowing. But how could he not?
She was late, Legolas thought to himself as he sighed. He could feel was she was feeling. It was nervousness, fearing doubt. He wanted her to not feel that way around him, but alas it could not be helped. She was on her way to the archery fields, he knew that. The elven prince could feel her close by. Gently taking the bow of the galadhrim from his broad shoulder, Legolas tapped his foot uneasily. She was planning her escape. But, he would not let her. A determined soul flared inside of his heart like a torch.
His elves ears picked up a light sound nearby. His heart grew incredibly warm as he felt her behind him. It was a sense he had acquired when looking into her soul. Without turning around, the elf spoke softy.
"Lle ab-dollen lothamin...(your late my flower)" He whispered with wisps of a smile with tranquil eyes. Turning around, he came to face her. The elf prince silently drank in the sight of her as if sipping water.
She stood there, a good few feet in front of him. Her silver tunic glowed in the high moonlight, giving her a soft glow. One of her legs was resting in front of the other one, as if she was about to take another step forward. The pure healer stood there uneasily, her eyes flashing with uncertainty. Her rather shaky hands were wringing at the folds of her tunic, and for a moment, she wiped her sweaty palms upon the sides of her breeches. She was very nervous no doubt. But it made her look all the more provoking and enchanting to him.
"Victoria?..." Legolas asked gently. She seemed to be trapped within a daze. The sound of his voice quickly brought her back to reality.
"Oh sorry..." She mumbled, looking to the ground. The male opposite her laughed softly.
"No need, but I am glad you obliged to my asking, that you meet me here." He replied.
Victoria just nodded and took the bow from her shoulder, along with a dark brown feathered arrow. She would get through this, one way or another. So what if they were alone?...at night...But it mattered not! She would be taught proper archery by her friend, and then leave and everything would be as it should be. Oh how she hoped that would happen. The prince was studying her, standing beautiful and serene as he always did. What exactly was storming in those azure eyes? It was something she had never seen before in his intoxicating eyes. A new emotion...
Wind brushed at the two of them, silently pushing them closer together like soft hands. Even Mother Nature seemed to be making them closer in any way. The stars formed crowns upon their heads, and clouds like wisps of floating cream traveled through the sky. A perfect night it was to be dancing to the heavens. Somewhere along the way, Legolas had taken her hand in his, his fingers lacing in between hers. Her hand was smaller then his but it fit rather well incased in his warmth. Yielding waves of light and warmth ran from his touch to her. Victoria momentarily looked down at their joined hands and found that she enjoyed the feeling very much. Maybe too much?
"That jump roping this afternoon was very entertaining...How was it, that you learned such a game?" Legolas asked. She smiled gently and glanced at him for a moment.
"The other girls in my old school used to play it. I wanted to join them, but I was not permitted. So, I taught it to myself. That elf's elven rope worked a lot better then regular jump rope, I must say..." Victoria replied, laughing mischievously with high eyebrows. The prince chuckled at her playfulness, and he could feel, that she relaxed more since she arrived to the archery fields.
"You seem to enjoy bringing all of your customs of your old world here in with our folk..." He commented, as he titled his head to grin down at her. She chuckled at this, and nodded her head.
"I like bringing out the party animal in everyone. Elves are such quiet serene and graceful people. But, when mixed me with me, ultimate chaos..." She said, laughing menacingly again. Legolas shook his head in amusement. When arriving to the borders of the fields, Legolas took his great bow and notched an arrow effortlessly. Victoria stood by and watched his every movement. He worked fast yet slow and the movements were strong yet gentle. Everything he did seem to have two sides. His golden blond hair rested behind his arched shoulder as he pulled back the strong with no difficulty. Legolas' face was composed as solemn and very much that of a warrior. The elf made it look oh so easy. Then in the blink of an eye, he let the arrow go and it planted itself in the bull's eye target. The pure healer's lips parted.
He then turned to her and met her gaze. A look of awe was drawn across her features.
"Impressed?..." He asked. She snorted and breezed past him.
"Don't hold your breath." She said with a hidden smile. He grinned and then turned to watch her try to notch an arrow. With her eyebrows aligned with concentration, her nervous hands held up the bow in a low form. Very clumsily, she attempted to nock the arrow in between the thin string but had no avail. She muttered under her breath.
"Curse this bow..." She murmured making the prince chuckle silently and he approached slowly, looming over her.
She was so oblivious. Anyone could have seen how much he loved her. It was plain as the stars were in the sky. He wanted her to love him in return. The thought of her not, suddenly tore at his heart like a dagger. Love at times could be dangerous game. He was not only playing this fateful game, but he was also determined to win it. She was his. He knew she was. From the moment he looked into the sheer universes of her heart and soul, he knew she was the one. His other half...Legolas thought this over, as the once he cherished, still was at it attempting to nock an arrow. The elf could not help but laugh softly. She turned to him and raised an eyebrow.
"You're laughing at me." She commented with a growing smile. His face twitched with a grin but he shook his golden head.
"Well, Mr. Greenleaf Greenleaf, take a fine look at this!" She exclaimed and then notched and arrow and pulled as hard as she could on the string. It strained her arm but she let the string go. Much to her utter dismay, the arrow just landed, flat on the ground, a few feet in front of her. She cursed loudly and then turned to Legolas.
He had his lips tightly pursed together. His eye was twitching immensely with held back mirth. She placed her hands on her hips and waited. Legolas attempted to swallow back the laughter but could not. Whilst he laughed, the pure healer picked up the astray arrow and gripped it in her hand.
"Yup! Laugh at me why don't you?!" She countered with a grin. She did have to admit that was pathetic. When he regained his composure, he came up behind her. Close... Much to close for her liking.
"Would you like some help?" Victoria almost gasped at his offer. Gathering her wits back, she replied,
"Fat chance..." She replied with a huff. He only ignored her protest and took the bow from her hands. Then much to Victoria's surprise, he took her hands and softly guided them to certain places upon the bow. Though his eyes were not set on her, she could almost feel as if he was gazing down at her. His nimble fingers danced across her own, delighting pulses of warmth flowing through not only her body but his own. These were feelings he dreamed of.
After adjusting her hands and fingers to certain places to straighten the position of the bow, he worked upon her posture. Victoria was slouching very slightly, but it was enough to set the arrow off course. Almost making a gasp escape her, much to his knowing, Legolas moved his hands to her hips and guided the young girl to lean straight against him. Her back rested against his chest, and he placed his hands upon hers again. It was like two bodies in one were guiding the bow.
"Hold it like this; don't let it go now..." He whispered softly. Victoria could only mutely nod. His touch was like fire to her skin. Legolas closed his eyes for a moment, relishing in the way her body felt against him. It was as if the Gods had molded her to fit perfectly within his arms. The elf felt like a doll that was now reunited with an arm that had been pulled off. Leaning down, his blond hair brushing across her neck, he whispered softly in her ear.
"Relax my friend..."
Victoria gulped with a very dry throat. His hands' touching her was like the caress of a God. Though he was only helping her with archery, it was so much more intimate. He certainly had skillful hands. Secretly, the pure healer had succumbed and surrendered to him, and that feeling almost undid both him and her.
The princes' slender hands swept back her hair out of the way, his long fingers brushing across her cheek and shoulder. Was he doing this on purpose!? Did he know the effect of what his touch had on her? These questions rambled on through her almost desperately, although the prince knew very much of what his touch did to her. She hummed like a harp in his arms.
Legolas took the arrow and let her fingers nock it. Then with both her force and his, they pulled back the bow string. Victoria took her attention away from the elf and to the bow. It felt weird, but she knew that this was the right way to handle a bow. Then, they let go. The arrow soared through the air and planted itself through the target.
"Oh wow! I did it! we did it!" Victoria cried and then turned to the elf and was about to throw her arms around him in a hug but stopped herself. He grinned and nodded his moonlight filled face as he gazed at the target.
"You see?! You can do archery, and! You did not harm anyone." He reminded.
"Well, I know that I will never be able to actually be good at archery, but at least, I had help to actually do it." Victoria said up to him. Legolas could only nod as he handed the bow back to her.
"Try again, without me this time."
She nodded and grabbed an arrow from her quiver. Slowly and surely, like Legolas guided her to do, she notched an arrow. The girl was still helplessly clumsy but she was able to do it. Straightening her back, she slowly pulled back on the tight string. Victoria's arm was already aching with the new sport but she aimed nonetheless. Then with a gasp, she let it go. Legoas watched as the arrow flew through the air and hit a tree, but as if, guided by a sweep of wind, the arrow recoiled back and hit the very bottom of the target. Half of the broken arrow dangled off and fell to the grass.
Victoria simply snorted while the elven prince grinned.
"At least, your arrow has struck the target..." He offered. She turned to him and snorted again.
"Yeah, in a demented deranged kind of way..." She muttered with a small smile. The elf then looked up the moon. By its position in the sky, he would have to say that it was at least midnight. The prince had a busy day tomorrow. With an unhappy sigh he turned back to Victoria who was still watching the target.
"Victoria, I must take my leave now." He said softly, while his heart screamed in protest. If he could only stay their under the moon and stars, having her resting in his eternal embrace. That was an image he often dreamed about. Then, she asked the one question that made his heart jump.
"Why?..." She asked her voice soft and tender. His blue eyes locked with her green eyes, and he told her of how much he loved her. Then he looked to a rose bush next to her. Legolas' eyes widened briefly. White roses. They were her favorite flower. Gently picking one from the bush, he offered it to her. Victoria grinned and accepted it. Leaning over, he closed his eyes and set his lips against her cheek. He lingered there for a moment, taking in the feeling of her skin and the scent of her hair. The prince wanted to forever remember this moment.
When he pulled away, his face glowing happily, he could not miss the distinct smile that tugged at the corner of her lips. She was gazing into his eyes, her cheek burning, as she fingered the white rose. He smiled once and bowed before turning and disappearing down the path. She looked after him, a squeaky sigh escaping her. Upon hearing herself, she gasped and frowned.
No! This was not supposed to happen. She was not supposed to feel this way. Or was she? Looking down at the rose in her hands, she glared at it. It reminded her of him. Rearing her arm up, Victoria prepared herself to throw it with force to the ground, and step on it. But as she told herself to throw it, her shaky hand could not. Instead, it brought the rose back up to her nose, to take in the lovely smell. She bit down on her bottom lip, as a great stirring exploded from the stone walls. Looking down at the rose, she sang. (a/n: Victoria will be moving around while she sings so anything she sings will be in "" . the song ends with ~~~~~~)
~~~~beginning of song~~~ (A/N: it's sorta confusing for people to comprehend this song because in the movie there are the muses that sing the parts where they say she is in love. )
"If there's a prize for rotten judgment, I guess I've already won that."
"No man is worth the aggravation., that's ancient history, been there done that"
Victoria turned away from the archery fields, an image of him and her holding each other while shooting with the bow, coming to her eyes.
"Who'd you think you're kidding; he's the earth and heaven to you,
Try to keep it hidden,
Honey we can see right through you
Girl ya, can't conceal it,
We know how you're feeling
Who your thinking of!..."
Victoria pushed any thought of him. Of his smile, of his laugh, of his kiss.With a glare she stalked across the lawns under the midnight moon, the stars laughing at her.
"No chance, no way, I won't say it, no no You swoon, you sigh, why deny it uh-oh"
"It's to cliché; I won't say I'm in love.."
"I thought my heart had learned its lesson.
It feels so good when you start out.
My head is screaming gets a grip girl, unless you're dying to cry your heart out
Ohhh."
As Victoria ran down next to the edge of a lake, Legolas suddenly appeared in front of her. He was smiling softly and held out his arms for her. So inviting. She ran to him and into his embrace, but stumbled for the image of him disappeared.
"You keep on denying who you are and how you're feeling
Baby we're not buying
Hon, we saw you hit the ceiling
Face it like a grown up,
When your gonna own up that you
Got got got it bad"
Victoria raked her wild fingers through her long dark hair, her eyes squeezed shut.
"No chance! No way! I won't say it no no"
"Give up, give in! Check the grin you're in love"
"This scene won't play! I won't say I'm in love"
He appeared out of thin air again, his eyes soft and caring. She ran as fast as she could to him, but the image wavered and disappeared. Halting, and crossing her arms stubbornly, she put her nose up, and closed her eyes in frustration, as she sang.
"Your doing flips, read our lips, your in love!"
"Your way off base, I won't say it! Get off my case, I won't say it!"
"Girl, don't be proud, it's ok you're in love."
She slumped down next to the river and peered in. She saw him. His reflection mirrored off the water and looked back up at her. The moonlight shimmered on his smile like an angel. With the glimmering white rose in one hand, Victoria touched the water, a soft smile on her lips as she looked at his face as if looking into the mirror of Galadriel..
"At least out loud, I won't say I'm in love.."
~~~~~~~ end of song~~~~~~~
The defeated pure healer sung her last note and sighed gently. But before she could touch his face on the water again, it disappeared and sent Victoria tumbling in off the bank. She came up, a fountain of water shooting out of her mouth, and her soaking wet hair plastered across her face.
"Curse that elf" She muttered.
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A/N: Oh GOD! That chapter was so corny with the song! (I was laughing to myself when making her sing that song because it's like she's having split personality like Gollum!! )That song by the way is from the movie Hercules, the song that Meg sings. I love the lyrics and it fit Victoria so much.
Namaarie!!