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world. Only Victoria, Rialan, Isil and Ithlen.
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~~~ once again, i have a migraine, will these headaches ever stop!!??
oh yea!! thanx for the people wishing me well on my regents. i hate to say it, but i think i still bombed on my science regents :-/ hmmm I graduated today, the ceremony was so boring that I thought my brain was filling with cotton. and thus starts my summer vacation...
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A lone chambermaid slowly opened a large elven door, her nimble fingers curving around the door knob. A neatly folded pile of fresh white sheets rested under her arms, as she opened the door to Victoria's chamber. As the door softly creaked open, sunlight poured into the dark corridor, like the spilling of water. There was a definite change of mood floating about in the air, Ithlen thought to herself. Advice, counsel, was what her heavy heart needed. A friend that could understand the depth of her problems. That, was the person she hoped to talk to that morning.
"Victoria?" Ithlen timidly called from the doorway.
"Come on in." Victoria said cheerfully. Her chambermaid and friend stepped in, and closed the heavy door behind her. She blinked back the sunlight, as if opening her eyes for the very first time. Eryn Lasgallen had always been under ground. Like a hobbit hole, one could say. Though the wood elves spent a good time outdoors under the sweet rays of Anor, she herself still had to adjust the light to her eyes. From what she could see, the pure healer was laying on her bed in a carefree position. Victoria was already dressed, and laid flat on her stomach, but she swung her legs back and forth while playing leisurely with something in her hand. The young woman was but a shadow from what she used to be. Memories of their first meeting drowned in her head. The haunted pure healer, a quiet, unblinking loner... Though she never lost her daring, quite mischievous personality, she was a radiantly gleaming star, who now had friends. She had learned to accept people as that.
"You are certainly cheery today" Ithlen commented with a grin. Victoria stayed silent, but the smile remained dancing across her face. She could almost still feel his hands and arms around her. It was like being held within the embrace of a beautiful God. The feeling of his petal shaped, silken lips still lingered upon her cheek. She could remember the affect of his touch on her. It was as if, she was the ice cream, and he was the golden sun. Quickly melting it...
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I wake up in the morning
Put on my face
The one that's gonna get me
Through another day
Doesn't really matter
How I feel inside
'Cause life is like a game sometimes~*~*~*~*~*~*
Somewhere in the slowly warming, desolate depths of her heart, she ached for him. She wanted to be encased within the sanctity of his strong arms, as he would hold her against his chest. Within his embrace, the prince could protect her from the harsh, bitterness; middle earth was slowly turning into. This longing was something, she had promised to never feel. Victoria thought over that night, when she and Legolas did archery. How could she forget? The pure healers fingers curved around the white rose he had given her that night. She had been gazing at the flower all morning with a smile. Had she had the chance, to look down at her actions, she would have retched. Though she did not change in personality, for she still enjoyed the things she liked most. Like causing mischief, getting her friends in heaps of trouble, and a good fight, was what she called a good way to spend the day.
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But then you came around me
The walls just disappeared
Nothing to surround me
And keep me from my fears
I'm unprotected
See how I've opened up
Oh, you've made me trust~*~*~*~*~*~*
But she dismissed that thought. That thought urged to be brought back to the storm of her head, but was quickly pushed to the very back with the others. Legolas' eyes. There was something stirring within those azure heavens. It was something that was reflected only when he looked upon her. What was that emotion? What a wonder, Victoria thought to herself.
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Because I've never felt like this before
I'm naked
around you
does it show?
You see right through me
And I can't hide
I'm naked
Around you
And it feels so right
I'm trying to remember
Why I was afraid
To be myself and let the
Covers fall away
I guess I never had someone like you
To help me, to help me fit
In my skin~*~*~*~*~*~*
Around the prince of Eryn Lasgallen, she felt naked. Stripped of the walls that kept her from the vast vulnerability of the heart. She always thought, that letting her heart free would lead to a life of pain and regret. But he diminished these thoughts. He could do that, with a simple smile. Even without words, he kept her safe. He was leading her on to believe, that loving someone was not such a bad thing. He was her teacher.The elf was teaching her how to love.How to love him.
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I never felt like this before
I'm naked
around you
does it show?
You see right through me
And I can't hide
I'm naked
Around you
And it feels so right
I'm naked
Oh oh yeah
Does it show?
Yeah, I'm naked
Oh oh, yeah yeah
I'm so naked around you
and I can't hide
you're gonna see right through, baby.~*~*~*~*~*~*
(A/n: that was 'naked' by avril lavigne. OK, I really don't like avril at all, but thanks to the readers of Broken, they have persuaded me to look at her lyrics. And much to my surprise, these lyrics fitted Victoria so well, I almost screamed with joy! So I thank the readers :-D.)
Looking down at the rose that rest in the palm of her hand, she smiled at it fondly. She could remember when he gave it to her that night in the archery fields. The way his perfectly molded lips, brushed across her cheek in a tender kiss.
She fingered the white rose softly. That's when a question struck her brain. How was it, that Legolas had known the white rose was her favorite flower? The pure healers' majestic leaf green eyes narrowed in confusion, causing her forehead to wrinkle much like an elders. The question that had been brought to afloat in her mind was shattered, when the sound of Ithlen's voice cut through the air.
"Victoria? Are you listening to me?" Ithlen asked her hands on her hips. The chambermaid had obviously been talking to her, though not receiving Victoria's undivided attention. That girl! Her head has been floating about in the clouds lately, Ithlen thought to herself.
"Not really...I'm sorry, I am a bit preoccupied today..." She confessed, rather sheepishly. Ithlen sighed, and shook her blond head to herself. Dark blue eyes fell back upon her friend who lay upon the large bed. A light smile played across Victoria's features. There was something hidden behind that smile... Something Ithlen could realize was on her own face, when in the presence of Rialan. A fresh emotion gleamed and sparkled amidst the healers eyes. A different air and aura seemed to hover around her like a pestering cloud. But it seemed almost blissful and glorious. There was definite irrepressible elation, which twinkled like Earendil nestled under its blanket of diamond-like stars. That's when the elf maiden noticed a flower, in the possession of the girl laying upon the bed. It was a white rose in the palm of her hand.
"A white rose, flower of purity..." Ithlen thought to herself. She was about to start her tidying, when her gaze fell upon Victoria again. That's when it struck her... Realization flooded through her system, causing a deep smirk to curl about on her mouth. It was very extraordinary; that the thought had not came to her mind in an earlier state. But it seemed that Victoria knew how to wrap a very tight cocoon of defense and secretive protection around her self. Then without hesitation, the chambermaid spoke words that made Victoria's blood freeze.
"You're in love!" Ithlen exclaimed. Words like those were something Victoria certainly did not hear everyday.
"What!?" Snapped, Victoria who almost dropped her rose in surprise. Was it provocation or the pleasure that cause the elves to say things of that sort? They were too curious for there own good.
"I cannot believe I did not see it before... You are in love..." She said again. Victoria sat up on the bed, a frown on her sour face. Only a moment before did a serene, tranquil expression rest upon her face. Now it seemed to disappear, as if being struck by the magic of an Istar. Her face formed a vex frown.
"Am not! That is crazy talk!" Victoria protested and pursed her suddenly dry lips. No! She would let no one know, that she had so accidentally, let Legolas go further then any male. She would be the known stone wall that the elves of Eryn Lasgallen could recognize. The stone wall that could not be broken.
"Rubbish my friend. You are in love, though you loathe admitting it. So, who is it? Who is the one, who has claimed your heart for their own?" Ithlen persisted. Anger built up in the pure healer. Could she let her friend just say all of that?! Come on, where was all the witty remarks waiting to be let loose from her sometimes rude mouth. Unable to contain herself, Victoria thrust her middle finger to the air in Ithlen's direction. But as if being hit with wind, her friend only gave a cheeky grin.
"ill actions Victoria...You are only but attempting to hide from your emotions... Besides, I can only see that the prince feels the same for you...its quite obvious, you know..." A loud, sharp gasp escaped Victoria. Never, did the thought of Legolas feeling the same for her pass through her head. It was simply a thought that had been closed off and sealed. A washed up expression rose on her face, and her green eyes went glassy. No, it was nothing but foolishness! It was only a merry thought, to settle her own wanton longings.
A great wave of water suddenly crashed down on the fire burning within her. Victoria slowly sunk down onto the softness of her bed sheets and heaved a sigh of defeat. Her lips trembled for a moment, before she snapped a joint in her neck back in place. Ithlen smiled fondly down at the young girl and sat down beside her. She was no elf, Ithlen thought to herself. Nor was she any mortal... She was simply just her own being. That must be what attracted the prince in the first place, the chamber maid thought. Draping a friendly arm around the shagging shoulders of Victoria, Ithlen gave her a gentle squeeze. Such folly, to do, what this pure healer worked so hard too accomplish. Finding your other half was something that was to be rejoiced upon. Something that was to be shouted up to the sea of stars, proclaiming endless love. To not want any of that?! Well, that was just peculiar.
"Why must you be so stubborn? Why can you not, just free yourself from this prison that you so carefully locked yourself within?..." Ithlen asked. Victoria looked up at those truthful words. Truth, sometimes a thing, she did not like to hear. It was an unacquainted feeling to hear the truth from someone else's mouth. But it was true. She had done this to herself. She had imprisoned herself from all others. Now that Legolas was slowly twisting the key, she sought to lock it again. Nay, for she could not. Above all, she could not let him know.
"I don't know Ithlen...I am so confused with my life right now..." Victoria murmured forlornly. She suddenly felt lost. The white rose slowly fell from her fingers and onto the floor. Even after so long of being plucked from the bush by Legolas, the rose seemingly was immortal itself. The lost girl within her slowly crept back into the shadows of her cooling heart. She wanted to hide from all of this. To just push it all away, and remain the person she wanted to be. Set her free? Free from what?!, Victoria thought to herself with honeyed bitterness.
"Do not fear yourself, or the person that you want to be. Let him set you free... Love is not a weakness! It is a gift! A gift you must cherish!" The young elf said, sternly yet gently. Green eyes met with keen elven eyes. Could she be right?
"Here we go again, with these bloody stupid thoughts again! Just remember...love equals weakness! Do not listen to this blond fool!" Said that angry voice, that egged on her stone wall side.
"Oh be quiet you! Do you ever shut up?!" The voice telling her to love Legolas, piped up.
"Kiss my ass!" The stone voice replied.
"You don't have an ass! You are simply one very annoying side of Victoria's conscious."
"..........So are you!"
"HA! I got you there!!!" The voice, telling her to love countered.
"Bite me!"
"Shut up!!" Victoria screamed aloud to herself, shooting up from the bed. She briefly forgot that Ithlen was in the room, and started to smack her forehead a good few times, as if a pestering insect had landed there. Only did seeing her elf friend in the corner of her wild eyes, did Victoria fall back to reality. Ithlen sat there, her eyes wide, in a very much disturbed expression.
"Uh yeah...so anyway..." She muttered with a sheepish face, trying to brush off her sudden outburst. Sitting back down beside her friend, Victoria jabbed the elf in the ribs with a deep smirk. Enough talking about her...It was time to switch the subject to bigger and better things. Weaseling herself out of conversations like this, proved to be a talent for her.
"So how have things been going with Rialan?" She asked with an impish grin. Ithlen looked completely baffled for a moment, before a slow smile crept back on her face. Victoria began to hoot with un-lady like laughter, continuing to jab her friend playfully in the ribs, while wriggling her eyebrows. The mortal like girl, gave the elf that "Yes! I know you two are very serious, and I want details" look. Ithlen only offered a sly grin, while clasping her hands together dreamily.
"Is there wedding bells in the air?..." Victoria asked with a mischievous laugh. She blocked her face, as a series of swats came from her grinning chambermaid.
"Foolish girl! The thought had not even crossed my mind..." Her scolding sentence floated in the air, smoothly and pawky. Victoria only crossed her arms flat over her chest and tilted her head with that look, which very much said "HA! Yeah, like I am going to believe that!"
"Well, that orc I call brother, has not dared to show his cowardly face for the past week, after that scolding he received from me...I can't say that we are of good terms as of the moment..." She said thoughtfully. "He would receive a fine whipping to his behind, had he dared to come between me and Rialan again." Ithlen thought in her mind with a rather devilish smirk. Soon, soon she hoped that her brother could accept the elf that she loved. If not, then she would make sure force was to be put in. Meanwhile, Victoria watched the silently thinking elf woman and could immediately see the similarities between Isil and her. Isil, a tall, very fair of face warrior, who was strict yet gentle. He knew when to set his foot down on a matter. Ithlen, fair of face, very gentle and quiet yet when provoked, the flame of her brother came out of her. The Balrog inside of her, definitely would rear its ugly head when angry.
Victoria often wondered what it was like, in the love of having a sibling. What was it like, to have a person that was always there with you for your entire life? Perhaps that is why Isil acted so barbarically... Being with her his entire life, he learned to be protective of her welfare. They were flesh and blood. With that went feelings that could only be felt between siblings. The relation between Isil and Ithlen was indeed strong. It looked like sooner or later, Isil would have to accept Rialan into the chain of family.
"Be sure to tell me when you two are going to get married. I'll be sure to send out the invitations..." Victoria said biting on her lower lip with a grin. The pure healer laughed, as the elf pushed her out of the room yelling things in elvish.
"Be gone with you Victoria! I have to tidy up your chamber anyway." Ithlen cried with a laugh. Sweet melodious laughter rung out through the many dark corridors, of the hobbit hole like palace. Two friendships bonded, to become even closer. Two young women, not only friends, but also companions, allies and comrades.
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Pale, slender, and very much nimble fingers of an archer drummed across the cold surface of the table. A deep exasperated sigh, escaped from the silken parted lips of a very bored prince. His patience proved to be perforce that day within the underground palace. The elf's thoughts sprinted from his head, and floated about in the air, for he wished not to pay attention. Letting out another sigh, he almost jumped up from his chair at the sudden sound of his fathers, rather booming voice.
"What am I saying that puts you to sleep prince?" The king asked with hints of a smile. Legolas very much reminded him of himself as a young elf. Always one to rather be outside hunting through the murky forest, then underground listening to the dreary counsel. The elven prince massaged his forehead with a groan and inclined his head to the door wistfully. At that, Thranduil laughed. This was definitely his son whom he was speaking too. Always the one more then eager to leave his studies and lectures. The azure eyes of the prince of Eryn Lasgallen held many years, storming with wisdom and courage. But he also was that young elf ling that he had raised. The elf whose eyes sparkled brilliantly, as if being handed a bow for the very first time.
"Is there something, or perhaps someone waiting outside for you? Maybe it is a certain she?..." The king said in sing song tone. Legolas arched an eyebrow, but his eyes glittered for it was obvious that the king spoke of his beloved. The prince slowly lifted himself from his chair and leaned against the table frame. The desire to look upon her face again was as keen as his eyesight was. Soon.Very soon, would his heart be free with the prison that kept his secret hidden. But would the nearing war be in the way of his release? No orc would stop him.
"Ada, I have heard all of these plans before, we need not go through them again." Legolas persisted, crossing his arms. The king approached him, and crossed his arms in the same manner as his son before him. A rather amusing smirk was set upon his fair features. That look could have immediately told anyone, that the elf before him was his son. They both shared the same expressions. The similarity between their faces was very much captivating. This alone, could show that Legolas would look a great deal like his father someday. The next Thranduil was in waiting. The former member of the fellowship of the ring was following in his fathers footsteps.
"Indeed, there is no need to go through them again. Maybe perhaps, I only like to see the suffering upon your face whilst you listen to my droning on." Thranduil remarked. Legolas groaned and let out a mumble of inaudible elvish. The king laughed and gave his son a good squeeze on the shoulder.
"I be only jesting prince. Go to her."
Legolas glanced at his father with a relieved grin and then bowed respectfully. But as he rose from the bow, his blue eyes were captured on the seemingly glowing crown upon the crest of his fathers head. One day, that crown would be his. One day, all that was before them would be his. But that knowing did not settle well in the pits of his stomach. He wished not to be king. But a sudden image of Victoria, sitting upon a throne beside him, flashed in his head. She would sit next to him, dressed in the richest of gowns. Legolas uttered a snort, at the thought of someone trying to force Victoria into a dress.
A dazzling circlet of silver and green jewels would rest upon her dark head. The crown of his mother. The crown of Eryn Lasgallen. He would craft a great staff for her. A relic that would be adorned with emeralds and gold. She would sit beside him, her small hand resting upon his arm. His queen, his wife. A shaky, dreamy grin formed on Legolas' face as he walked blindly through the corridors of his home. His wife. One day, he would ask her to be his queen. To be his forever, only his. The prince silently scolded himself for thinking so foolishly. He had not even told her of his feelings, and he was already thinking about the possibility of her being his queen.
But the image that had flashed before his eyes, settled very much well within his heart. His ambition, his goal. One day, he would strive to make that happen. Sighing contently, Legolas pushed through a pair of heavy double doors, and for a moment, shielded his vision from the waterfall of sunlight that cascaded upon him. Refreshing his keen eyes, the prince passed by elves milling about. They bowed respectfully, much to his annoyance, though he nodded his head with appreciation. One day when he was king, he would tell them. All of them, that there was no need to bow in the presence of their king. To be Equal, was something he greatly desired for the people of his home.
A soft chatter of Sindarin filled the air along with laughter. This bought a smile to his face. It was rare through these past days. Each day was made up of grueling training that could tire out even an elf. Not a soul knew when war would be dropped upon their laps. Legolas walked among the people, looking around. It was a beautiful autumn day. The chill of winter would not be too far off, for a rather chilly breeze passed by. Though it did not affect him or the other elves, it would soon affect the woodland realm. The chill of winter was what the army needed. The season of winter would be a very much a good aid, for it would be more difficult for orcs to travel with snow, while the elves walk atop and across it. War strategies often floated about in his head during those past few weeks. He was now commander in war, was he not? It was his job to do so. Legolas silently cursed for reminding himself of that burden. He chose to ignore it, but it seemed to haunt him, every now and then.
The elven prince suddenly felt his heart tingle. His eyes lit up and a secret grin curved at the corners of his lips. She was nearby. He could feel her. Legolas sought for that feeling and relished in it. Victoria was his nourishment.Today she was happy and very full of energy. Placing a hand over his heart, he let the feeling come over him and lead him through the crowd and over the lawns. The feeling was like a detector and got stronger as he neared. His heart grew warm and soft and began to beat faster and faster. This was the feeling he enjoyed above all else. The feeling of his love for her. Never could it be thrown down and defeated. Turning around a corner, the grin immediately fell off his face, and his eyes lost their luster as the sight before him took place. The sparkle in his eyes diminished, as if never starting in the first place and was replaced with dark, flaming, obsidian orbs. His hands sought for something to grab, and found the bark of the tree he was hiding behind. His fingers flexed in anger and nearly broke through the tough skin of the old tree.
Victoria's laughter would have made his heart soar, if it had not been for the little predicament, the prince found himself gazing upon. Legolas' eyes darkened to a deadly ice blue, as he stared at the elf that stood but a foot away from her. Could his eyes be cheated? No, this was very much real. So real, that his heart began to ache. There she was. The woman he loved above all things. Above all else. She was sitting upon a tree trunk, swinging her legs back and forth like a happy child. The pure healer wore a dark green tunic with matching leggings. A brown elven belt was wrapped around her slender waist. Victoria's hair was fastened with a clip to stay out of her eyes, while it tumbled down her shoulders. How he would dream, about running his fingers through that hair. Teleri, her black horse, stood next to her, eating the oats from the bag that was wrapped around his mouth. But it was neither her nor the horse that angered him, rather the elf she was talking with.
Anglor, a wood elf and healer. He was also a warrior. Tall and fair, he was a noble elf. But the prince' eyes watched him dangerously; whilst he chatted in a very flirty manner with the woman he loved. She was grinning wonderfully, but at that healer. One of his eyes twitched with rage, when she reached out and touched the elf's arm softly. He was saying something to her while laughing. What could have been so funny to make laughter come out of her mouth?, Legolas thought to himself. He watched, a steady blaze radiating from his soft skin. That's when he suddenly realized the bitterness; he was feeling at that moment. Jealousy.. An emotion he sought and thought to never feel. But here it was, flooding through him, knives tearing up his heart. His father warned him of this emotion. That and confusion, for it was the two feelings that elves did not wish to have. How could he be so jealous? They were just talking, well flirting actually. It was not like Victoria was having some sort of relationship with that elf, could she? Legolas clutched on to the feeling in his heart. It was her, he felt. She was happy and very amused that day. Could he distinguish if there was any love in her heart, the prince could not tell.
"You are jumping to conclusions, you dullard!" The elf yelled in his thoughts. But the jealously would not lessen. He did not like the feeling, he did not like it at all. It was dark and cold and very uncomfortable. It ate at his heart, like sharp fangs, digging into its core. It made his spirit feel heavy and somewhat tired. Legolas turned away from the sight and leaned heavily against the tree for stability. He leaned his face toward the white creamy clouds and closed his blue eyes. The elf felt shut out from her heart, and it pained him greatly.
He was being deprived of her soul. His restorative.
"Melamin.. (My love)" He whispered softly. The gleaming luster that was usually found in his eyes was all but lost. Heart break, no he was not suffering from heart break for he knew not if she had found another. There was no real proof. But that could not take away the hurt and disappointment from the depths of his being. Gathering back his wits, he found the courage to turn toward the sight again, taking cover under the shady colors of the tree leaves. Greens and browns helped provide a good source of camouflage, for it blended in with the common colors of Eryn Lasgallen. Legolas' eyes darted back to the two figures. They were still talking, that was obvious. Even with his keen hearing, he could not make out what they were speaking of.
While she talked, her hand stroked the silken back of Teleri's coat. One day, the two of them would ride out over the plains together. Silly, love sick elf, he said to himself quietly. But he could not hide the rather goofy grin that spread across his face. With that grin, the flame was rekindled in his eyes. So what if he was!? He wanted to whole world to know that he loved her. Legolas could imagine it now. Taking her hand and leading her to the highest point in Middle earth. There he would sing up to the stars and Valar of the woman who had captured his heart and soul! His undying love for her had grown the wings on his back to let him be joyous and free. This was what it was all about.
Something mentally snapped within the mind of the prince when he saw Anglor lean over and place a chaste kiss upon Victoria's cheek. He could almost feel the burn from her cheeks when he did that to her. The healer had gone to far. Stalking out of his hiding spot, rather loudly, Legolas stormed over to them. When Victoria saw him, a smile graced her features, causing his anger to melt away for a moment like the wax of a candle. But it was quickly molded again when Anglor smiled to him.
"Hey Barbie boy, I've been looking for you." She said with a faint grin. The elven prince positioned himself between them, smiling delightfully at her.
"Ai, Victoria, I have been looking for you as well. Why good afternoon Anglor." Legolas hissed smoothly, his voice deadly as ice. Anglor smiled and bowed his head, though his eyes fell back to Victoria. There was an indistinguishable sparkle floating amidst in the elven healer's dark blue eyes. A sparkle, which the prince was not all to peachy about.
"Quel re' taren Legolas (good day prince)" Anglor said with a carefree smile.
"Amin naa quel. (I am good)" He answered through grit teeth. Victoria watched their elvish greetings in wonder, attempting to comprehend what was being said. At times, she wished she could speak in the elven tongue. It was a language that very much fit the people who spoke it. Beautiful and melodious. Elvish sounded all the more awe inspiring while spoken in song. It was a far cry from the language, of the world of men. As the pure healer looked upon the two elves, she could not help but feel like some sort of cloud of emotion from Legolas. He seemed sort of angry at that time. Victoria could almost feel his anger and rage, and that is what troubled her.
There was a moment of brief, awkward silence between the trio, before Legolas cleared his throat, and decided to break it with a question that had been nagging at his mind.
"What are you two speaking of?..." He asked. Though it was none of his business, he was making it his business. A nosy little prince, he turned out today. But Victoria seemed not to notice. A clear laugh of friendly mirth escaped from her mouth. Anglor smiled at that. She then gave the elf a high five.
"Well, since we are both healers, we were talking about the situation; we will find our selves in during war. Not that the war is at all amusing, but we were just jesting a bit." Victoria insured. The other healer beside her nodded and smiled. The prince could only mutely nod. Maybe there was nothing going on between them, but best not keep his guard down. So, he let his anger get the best of him. But he could not help but feel as if he had just got beaten at his own game. Bitter sweet that's what it felt like. Like a taste that would not leave his mouth.
"Lord Anglor, the lady and I have somewhere else to be.So, we will just be on our merry way." The elf prince finally said. The pure healer tilted her head in confusion and opened her mouth. Anglor looked utterly dismayed to the prince's remark.
"We do?" Victoria asked incredulously.
"Oh yes. Now come, we have somewhere else to be, and not a minute of time should be put to waste." Legolas said, as if preaching to a little child. Then, softly taking her arm in his, he began to lead her away from the aghast elf healer, who looked as if being slapped in the face. Victoria turned and mouthed the elf a farewell, which brought the smile back to his fair face. She turned back in the direction they were walking in, curious where the rogue of an elf, was leading her off to. Perhaps he was taking her away into the unknown.
Meanwhile Legolas caught their silent farewell and while Victoria had her face turned in the direction they were heading in, he looked back at Anglor. A cross between a smirk of victory, and a glare twisted upon his face. The elven healer's mouth parted, as he caught that expression, wondering to himself why the prince seemed to be angry with him. Could it be because of the lady? Anglor smiled to himself. Yes, perhaps Victoria was the person rumored to have captured his heart.
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"Dude! We have been running around doing errands all day! Did you possibly just drag me away from Anglor, just so I get a taste of the torture?" Victoria asked with an exasperated sigh. Legolas heaved a breath but managed a cheeky smile. Even while doing some work, the girl had managed to find some fun purposely tripping elf maidens, who passed by that afternoon.
"Perhaps I did.." He said, his sentence floating above them. Victoria stopped in the corridor they were standing in and looked around. The racing chariot of Varda had already flown across the sky, stretching her blanket of night and stars. The air was crisp and somewhat warm, unusual for late autumn. But the weather caught the wood elves in a good mood. If you listened close enough, you could have heard them singing stories in the depths of the forest. But the prince wished to not bring her out into the forest circles. He would rather find somewhere secluded, for it was night and he was determined to make this night memorable. His lady walked beside him, trying to comprehend where they were, in the underground palace.
"So, where are we off to now?" She asked with expectant eyes as she clasped and rubbed her hands together. The elf prince looked to have pondered for a moment, though he knew very well where he was planning on taking her. Lacing his hand with her, he led her down the dark corridor, him being her eyes in the blackness that swallowed them both in, like a mouth. She was about to ask him again, but he silenced her softly. She sealed her lips shut and just nodded her head to him to lead her. He shall always be a body of mystery, Victoria said in her mind. But tingles of excitement rushed through her. What did this prince have in plan for the night? He led her through the darkness of the palace, her hand grasping tightly to his, for she could see nothing but a faint glow of gleaming blond hair. The only sound was the soft pitter of her elven boots on the marble, stone floor. Two secret agents, creeping silently and together through the night, like dark phantoms ready to begin a journey through the darkness.
Legolas wrapped a warm and a very inviting arm around her waist, as he helped her up the stair case. He silently cursed the guards for not flaming the torches again, though he could not argue with the fact that he enjoyed touching her. For an odd reason, she did not flinch nor pull away, from the tender touch like she usually did.
"Careful now.." He whispered almost against her ear, making her shiver. The elf's silky blond hair brushed across her neck, and she unconsciously leaned against him. After making there way up the staircase, he once more led her down another corridor and into darkness. Then coming to a familiar door, Legolas opened it slowly and inclined his head forward to go in.
"Go on lothamin" He said. Victoria stepped past him, his eyes following her every movement. Yes, she had been there before. The library. A sanctuary from the tedious reality of the real world, into the sheer universes of the imagination. Her eyebrows knit with confusion. The library? Hmmm.I have said it before, and I will say it again. That elf is a wonder!, Victoria said in her mind with a smile. Taking her hand again, he pulled her over to a comfortable fire place, the warm flame already burning brightly. Embers sparked like glitter and the steady sound of crackling came to her ears. The place was secluded, very much abandoned at that time of night. Most elves were rejoicing with the splendors of fine elven wine, deep within the forests while singing around campfires. So why was this wood elf not out there?
"Come near the fire, the night is late and I shall read you a story." Legolas said, lowering himself to the floor in front of the fire. Victoria watched him with a baffled expression, her green eyes puzzled. The fire reflected off her orbs, like a mirror showing her soul, though to no one else but him. A story? Was he kidding her? The elf could have sworn, he saw her eyebrow raise a foot from her eye. Reading her defiant, blatant expression, he laughed and patted the floor next to him.
"I promise you my friend. This is no bed time story. Tis the tragic tale of Luthien and Beren." This however caught her attention. It sounded familiar, and with her curiosity getting the best of her, Victoria approached him. Legolas lay upon his chest, propped up on his elbows while holding a large book. She stretched herself out next to him, looking to him with attention. This would certainly be alluring and enthralling. The prince gazed at her for a moment, as if studying her. With the fire cloaking them with warmth, and with its blaze being the only light in the room, it set a mysterious and yet homey atmosphere. Definitely inviting. Alone, the two of them were very much alone.
Legolas began the tale, saying with an enthusiastic spirit. He told it, his heart and soul poured out into each word. The tale was sad. The tragic story of the fairest elf of middle earth, daughter of Thingol and Melian of the vastness of Beleriand. The account of how she had come to meet across the mortal Beren, a great man who held the ring of Barahir. The prince of Eryn Lasgallen left not a detail out. To the time when Luthien escaped on the back of Huor, to the capturing of a Silmaril from the very crown of Morgoth.
By the time Legolas had finished, he felt tears come to his eyes. For a moment, his thoughts strayed to the fair reincarnation of Luthien, who was now wedded to the Telcontar of Gondor. One day, the evenstar shall have to face the same fate as the fair Luthien did. The bitterness of mortality. The gift of men.
Victoria was awed beyond belief. A story of great passion and sacrifice. Never had she heard such a memorizing tale of love, adventure and evil. Legolas looked to be wiping silent trickles of tears away from his eyes. He laughed softly under his breath. He cursed himself softly. Such a sad tale, affected him almost as much as the tale of Nimrodel. That story like that of Luthien was a tragic tale of love. Nimrodel, a fair elf of Lorien who had her love for Amroth, lord of lorien.
"Amin hiraetha (I'm sorry), the story has a great effect on me.my mother used to read it to me at my bedside, when I was little.." The prince said looking at her. Victoria grinned, and her thoughts went to the queen. She must have been very fair, to have given birth to such a beautiful son. Though he looked a great deal like Thranduil, there were features about him that must have belonged to his mother. She studied the prince, as he flipped through some of the pages of the book with a carefree smile. Even during times of war, these miraculous creatures acted natural. He seemed to feel her strong gaze on him and looked up. The beautiful intensity within his eyes almost made her gasp.
"Is there something upon my face?" He asked slowly with narrowed eyes. She bit down on her bottom lip, and shook her head quickly. Her cheeks turned a light shade of pink, much to his hidden joy. Victoria turned to the fire place, as Legolas leaned over and placed another log into the swallowing blaze. Her eyes followed his every movement, with a smile dancing across her lips. The way he leaned over, and the way the muscles in his back flexed as he did so. Also, how he would brush a few array strands of hair out of his eyes, and tuck it behind his leaf shaped ear. Then, how the flames of the fire were reflected off his blue eyes like fire balls. Her staring was interrupted when the prince began to softly sing in elvish. While he sung, he looked deeply into her eyes. The impact of the communion, made her feel dizzy. Taking her hands in his, the words rolled off his tongue in a sweet, enchanting song.
But Victoria did not understand the words. They were powerful, and filled with such a passion that her heart cried out. Little did she know that the words were of his love for her. A far cry from feelings they once shared. Legolas wished that she understood him. He wanted her to know, what she meant to him. He sung of their first meeting, and their arguments. He sung of the night, he realized he loved her. But, he also sung of what was hidden in the depths of her heart and soul. A soul that only he knew..
The pure healer smiled, as he sung in the tongue that memorized her. There was something about the way he looked into her eyes, while he sung, that made her know that the song was endearing. What did he sing of? Victoria gently titled her head to one side, her green orbs gleaming with wonder. He smiled while singing, a glow on his face. Was it the fire? No, it was something from deep inside of him. Something she would soon know. Legolas felt as if the ground had disappeared from beneath them. The two of them were floating in the skies, sheer miles of universes surrounding them. The stars formed crowns around the crests of their foreheads, and the clouds wisped around them like silver white ribbon. Two quickly beating hearts pumped in a harmonic rhythm.
"Mela en' coiamin, amin merna tess lle ten'oio..." (love of my life.I want to hold you forever)" He sung sweetly. Taking in his breath, he motioned her to come closer to him. His eyes gleamed almost playfully. She looked scared for a moment, before reluctantly crawling over to him. He would do just about anything to make that distinct fear in her eyes, just disappear, as if never existing. Then much to her surprise, he guided her to lean against his chest, his head resting on the top of her head. All the while, he kept singing. Singing, and at the same time, setting his heart free in song. If only she knew. Legolas inhaled the scent of her hair, Victoria closing her eyes. This was all too weird to be real. Never in a million years, would she even think about doing, what she was doing at the moment. She fit somewhat perfectly against his chest and this feeling almost un-did her. To feel comfort in a man's arms, was something almost illegal to her.
"You are not supposed to be getting so cozy. But why does being in his arms feel so good, and so right?..." She asked in her mind. Her eyes paced remorsefully, looking for some way to escape, and weasel her way out of this comfortable predicament. But she found that she could not. He had worked some sort of spell over her, and she could not help but welcome it. The protesting side that told her this was all wrong had been pushed to the back and down to her very toes, where it cannot be heard. And a celebration had rung out throughout her heart, egging her on. Telling her to give in and be his forever.
Legolas sung the last of his song and gently let her go. She almost immediately scrambled away, and out of his arms with slightly wide eyes. The elf had to grin, for her nervousness has been all to clear to feel from her. The song itself, even without understanding, was endearing to her. But he knew she did not want to feel it. She settled herself in front of the fireplace, casually brushing some strands of hair out of her face not daring to meet his penetrating eye. But he reached over, and tucked the hair behind her ears. He loved to touch her. He loved to feel her skin under his fingertips. She watched him as he caressed her face fondly. His hands were wonderful. She twisted over until she was lying upon her back, her hands folded behind her head. Victoria briefly closed her eyes, inhaling deeply. She could still feel him watching her. Turning her head, she faced him. He lay next to her on one side, his head propped up by his elbow. His other arm rested next to him.
"Hey Legolas, do you think that Eryn Lasgallen will pull through this?..." She asked finally. Legolas looked thoughtful for a moment before answering. War seemed to have been coming up in most conversation lately, between citizens.
"I know we will lothamin. (My flower)" It was the truth. Someway or somehow, he would make sure he led the people to a victory.
Victoria relished in the sweet endearment. She always wondered why he called her that. She was no flower, she knew that. With that a thought, she laughed softly to herself. She was merely the opposite of things like that. Her thoughts were interrupted by Legolas' voice.
"Victoria?" Legolas asked. She turned toward him. His sweet voice, a sound she often yearned to hear in her dreams.
"Hmmm?" she mumbled, her eyes fluttering tiredly.
"Do you believe that I would make a fine commander?" The golden prince asked, his eyes gleaming with hope. She smiled and gave his shoulder an affectionate squeeze.
"Hell you would Legolas. if I have learned anything about you; it would be that you are a great leader." She said with a small smile. Legolas tilted his head with a somewhat goofy grin, and then blushed softly. Parting his lips, he then asked her.
"You really think so?" He asked softly.
"I know so." She replied and then sat up from the floor, still looking down at him. Her thoughts strayed to the tale that the prince had told her. She had heard mention of another sad tale, not long ago. What was it called? It was about an elf of lorien, she knew that. Who was that elf maiden? She often heard the songs about her. A maiden who fell in love with the king of lorien of old.
"Barbie boy, what's the name of that elf maiden who fell in love with the first king of Lorien? Before Galadriel and Celeborn?..." She asked. Legolas looked at her with slightly wide eyes for a moment. How strange, that he had only been thinking about such a tale. He silently wondered who had told her it.
"Her name was Nimrodel, a maiden of Lorien. Would you like to hear the story?" He asked. Victoria nodded eagerly, forgetting about the mentions of war. She scooted closer to the elf and he smiled warmly at that. Legolas closed his eyes for a moment, the tale coming to his mind once more. His father had told him the story long ago, and his heart had not forgotten it.
"Amroth son of Amdir, the first king of Lorien, ruled the realm before the lord and lady. He was to not marry, but alas his heart was captured by the fair Nimrodel, a maiden of Lorien. They loved each other, but could not wed, for Nimrodel was a Nandor. A nandor is the first Silvan elves of Lorien."He started to explain, his eyes twinkling in the dark room. She leaned forward, getting sucked within the story, which would be long remembered, even after the passing of the elves.
"The Nandor held regret about coming to the elves of Beleriand, for they believed, it was those elves that brought the evil of Morgoth to the peaceful lands. Nimrodel lived near the stream that bared her name, even until now. But, when the orcs took control over Dwarrodelf, which would explain its ruin, she fled to the south. Amroth who loved her dearly, went after her." At the mention of dear love, he looked right into her eyes. Legolas then continued his story.
"He did find her at Fangorn, and it was there that Amroth asked for her hand. The fair maiden agreed, but only if they could find somewhere out of the clutches of evil. Somewhere that they could live without fear of death. The lord of Lorien suggested the west, which is now the far, eternal land of my people. After the passing of Morgoth, the Valar opened the passage to the west for every elf. Amroth decided to head to the bay of Belfalas, which held an elven harbor. Tragically and mysteriously they were separated." The azure heavens of the prince grew soft as the story went on. Victoria could almost feel the depression of the story. But nonetheless he continued.
"He looked for her, but found her not. Continuing on to the sea, Amroth traveled in hope that she would do the same. At the shore, he waited for her. But the fair Nimrodel never did come.After many seasons of waiting, he began to loose hope. When a storm broke the anchor of his ship, he went into his cabin for cover. In the early fingertips of dawn, he discovered the shores of Middle earth far into the east. Crying out the name of Nimrodel, the king dove into the depths of the ocean, and began swimming to shore. That was the last time Amroth was seen. The both of them were lost forever. Thus ends the tail of Amroth and Nimrodel." The prince concluded with a deep breath. Victoria just stared at him with glazed over eyes, as the last details of the story, came from his mouth. Her hands were folded very tightly in her lap. The both of them remained silent for a moment before snapping out of the world of dreams and looked at each other.
"Wow.. I don't know what to say. That story was beautiful." She murmured with a soft expression. Legolas smiled gently and nodded his head as the song of Nimrodel filled his head. Looking to the cold floor, he began to sing it softly under his breath.
"An Elven-maid there was of old,
A shining star by day:
Her mantle white was hemmed with gold,
Her shoes of silver-grey." He began. Victoria's head snapped up and leaned forward, listening intently to the words.
"A star was bound upon her brows,
A loght was on her hair
As sun upon the golden boughs
In Lórien the fair." "Her hair was long, her limbs were white,
And fair she was and free;
And in the wind she went as light
As leaf of linden-tree." The prince's voice sung it loud and clear, the distant tale pouring into his mind like molten gold, ready to be molded. He could almost still hear the beauty of Nimrodel's song, and the bubbling of her stream.
"Beside the falls of Nimrodel,
By water clear and cool,
Her voice as falling silver fell
Into the shining pool."
"Where now she wanders none can tell,
In sunlight or in shade;
For lost of yore was Nimrodel
And in the mountains strayed."
"The elven-ship in haven grey
beneath the mountain-lee
Awaited her for many a day
beside the roaring sea."
"A wind by night in Northern lands
Arose, and loud it cried,
And drove the ship from elven-strands
Across the streaming tide."
"When dawn came dim the land was lost,
The mountains sinking grey
Beyond the heaving waves that tossed
Their plumes of blinding spray."
"Amroth beheld the fading shore
Now low beyond the swell,
And cursed the faithless ship that bore
Him far from Nimrodel."
"Of old he was an Elven-king,
A lord of tree and glen,
When golden were the boughs in spring
In fair Lothlórien."
"From helm to sea they saw him leap,
As arrow from the string,
And dive into water deep,
As mew upon the wing."
"The wind was in his flowing hair,
The foam about him shone;
Afar they saw him strong and fair
Go riding like a swan."
"But from the West has come no word,
And on the Hither Shore
No tidings Elven-folk have heard
Of Amroth evermore."
The two had fallen, deep into a silence. Victoria's mind reeled with the memory of his song. Were Amroth and Nimrodel still out there? Did the two elves of old still in a hidden secret? She was not to know for like in the song, no tiding had come of them.
"That was beautiful Legolas.." She whispered softly. He looked up, escaping his thoughts, and smiled at her compliment. The song of Nimrodel was very emotional. Usually a song that was only sung in deep sorrow. The elf glanced at her. She had her fingers clasped together, wringing together thoughtfully. Her eyes were swarming with unanswered questions, desiring to find what ended her curiosity. Leaning over, he took her hand in his. She suddenly jerked, as if just waking up for she was not expecting the contact. Her action made Legolas stifle a laugh. She put a hand to her forehead, and snorted. Obviously she was not expecting herself, to do that as well.
"Clearly the story of Amroth and Nimrodel has given you much thought." He said with a soft laugh. She nodded and then remarked.
"It makes you wonder, you know.Who knows if they might still be out there. Maybe they wanted to hide away from all evil like in the story.you think its possible Barbie boy?" She asked, looking to the fire. Victoria brought her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms around her legs.
"Anything is possible lirimaer" He replied. Who did know? Perhaps the two lovers still existed.Maybe they still lived in middle earth, protected from all eyes to see and away from the clutches of any evil that wished to overcome. That was a question that would have to go unanswered. At the endearment, the pure healer looked to him with a grin, and her eyes twinkled mischievously, as if discovering a new adventure to head out into.
"All that elvish. Could you teach me some?" She asked; hope sparkling like newly polished diamonds on her eyes. Elvish, a language she heard daily though never took much heed too. Ithlen had offered to teach her a while back, but Victoria declined of the suggestion for she thought it pointless. Flunking the language of Spanish seemed to have an immediate influence upon her. With the thought of herself attempting to speak the musical gentle language, she snorted under her breath.
"Victoria speaking elvish.This should be enlightening." Legolas said, his sentence floating about them with a playful, youth about his fair face. She arched an eyebrow and just stuck her nose in the air. It seemed now that she wanted to lean elvish, no one would teach her. Or be serious about it anyway. Suddenly having an idea, Legolas took both her hands in his and brought them against his chest.
"Anoramin, runamin, annunamin. (My sun, my sunrise, my sunset)" he said softly with an unmistakable grin. She smiled, despite not knowing neither what he meant, nor knowing that he was being serious. Her eyes narrowed into confused slits as he said a jumble of quick elvish, the prince speaking as if he was talking to another elf. So much for lessons, she thought to herself. And so much for learning how to curse in elvish. Victoria then thought in her mind with a menacing laugh.
"What did that mean?" She asked him. Legolas raised both of his unusually dark eyebrows and his lips parted. Oh how he wished that she knew what he had said. But, the words would not come in the common tongue. His tongue fell limp in his mouth. Perhaps it was not time for her to know his true feelings. He looked to the floor for a moment, still clasping her hands in his, his heart searching for hers. Finally regaining his stamina, he answered her question.
"Now that would be telling." He countered. She let out an exasperated breath, and rolled her eyes with a sigh and grin. Some teacher he is, she thought silently. Victoria could not help but wonder, what he had said in the common tongue of the elves. It was endearing and meaningful, she knew that. The gleam and depth in his eyes told her that, for it did not lie.
"Lle naa estelamin Victoria. ( You are my hope)" He said softly. With the mention of her name in the same sentence, her head perked up expectantly. Her eyes searched his for answers, but he simply offered a cheeky grin, that said "Fat chance, if you think I am going to tell you" Sighing again, she took her hands from his. A tired yawn escaped from deep within her throat.
"You are tired" He said. Victoria turned to him and placed her hands at her hips.
"Now, you decide to talk to me in English." She remarked with a somewhat dazed expression. He nodded with a grin, much to her dismay. Heaving a huff, she rubbed her hands frustratingly over her tired eyes. She stopped when she felt a soft finger upon her lips. Victoria's hands dropped away from her face and fell limply at her sides. The prince was looking at her, his eyes in an all-encompassing intensity, as ever before. She was about to speak, but stopped, as he shook his golden head slowly. A sudden image of the prince's lips on top of hers flashed in her mind. What would it feel like; to have his petal shaped lips pressed intimately against her own, while his fingers would knead through her hair with uncontrolled passion. With those thoughts, went several images that made a deep scarlet blush pour into her cheeks. She mentally slapped herself.
"Migul.. To kiss" He murmured and translated at the same time. Her eyes shone with confusion and kitten curiosity. Then a bolt of fear lit her face. The elf's blue eyes studied her. This was it. Dare to go beyond what was capable. He could almost hear a cheering chant that said to do it. Leaning forward, he gently brushed a feathery light kiss over her mouth, his lips barely touching her own. But that was enough to make shudders rack both their bodies. Victoria stumbled away from him, alarm in her orbs. The two walls surrounding her heart had shook and rumbled, as if an earthquake had attempted to destroy them. Her first kiss! Legolas kissed her!? Victoria's eyebrows drew together, as if she had just been slapped in the face by an orc.
Though his heart took a momentary leap into the heavens, when his lips touched hers, he also knew that a part of there relationship was not ready. He crossed into a winner's circle, which did not even exist yet. The fear and anxiety that shone in her features told him that she was not ready. Guilt flooded through him.
"Victoria. I."He began, but found that no words were coming. His eyes turned glassy as he watched her. Her burning lips trembled, as she ever so slowly backed away from him. Then getting to her feet, so slowly backed her way out the door, and into the shadows. The darkness cloaked her, much like the cape of Luthien, which he told her about earlier that evening. Legolas watched her go, and knew he would never forget what he saw in her eyes. It would haunt him. Like a ghost against people, who moved into its home. Slamming an angry fist onto the floor, the fire suddenly burned out and turned to nothing but crackling embers and ash.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A/N: DUDES!!! I think this may have been my longest chapter yet! And he finally kissed her! It wasn't the one that was passionate, but that's soon muhahahah!!! Anyway, hoped u liked that chapter, sorry it took me SOO!! Long.. arg! I was sick this morning. I had woken up and made 3 dashes to the bathroom to throw up. ICK!!
Namaarie!!!
HI!!!!! THANKS FOR ALL THE REVIEWS!!!!!!!! LOV U PEOPLE!! u know, i never thought any of my stories could have got this far... I really never thought about it. Just wanted to tell al of you, that all your reviews and support mean alot to me.
~~~ once again, i have a migraine, will these headaches ever stop!!??
oh yea!! thanx for the people wishing me well on my regents. i hate to say it, but i think i still bombed on my science regents :-/ hmmm I graduated today, the ceremony was so boring that I thought my brain was filling with cotton. and thus starts my summer vacation...
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A lone chambermaid slowly opened a large elven door, her nimble fingers curving around the door knob. A neatly folded pile of fresh white sheets rested under her arms, as she opened the door to Victoria's chamber. As the door softly creaked open, sunlight poured into the dark corridor, like the spilling of water. There was a definite change of mood floating about in the air, Ithlen thought to herself. Advice, counsel, was what her heavy heart needed. A friend that could understand the depth of her problems. That, was the person she hoped to talk to that morning.
"Victoria?" Ithlen timidly called from the doorway.
"Come on in." Victoria said cheerfully. Her chambermaid and friend stepped in, and closed the heavy door behind her. She blinked back the sunlight, as if opening her eyes for the very first time. Eryn Lasgallen had always been under ground. Like a hobbit hole, one could say. Though the wood elves spent a good time outdoors under the sweet rays of Anor, she herself still had to adjust the light to her eyes. From what she could see, the pure healer was laying on her bed in a carefree position. Victoria was already dressed, and laid flat on her stomach, but she swung her legs back and forth while playing leisurely with something in her hand. The young woman was but a shadow from what she used to be. Memories of their first meeting drowned in her head. The haunted pure healer, a quiet, unblinking loner... Though she never lost her daring, quite mischievous personality, she was a radiantly gleaming star, who now had friends. She had learned to accept people as that.
"You are certainly cheery today" Ithlen commented with a grin. Victoria stayed silent, but the smile remained dancing across her face. She could almost still feel his hands and arms around her. It was like being held within the embrace of a beautiful God. The feeling of his petal shaped, silken lips still lingered upon her cheek. She could remember the affect of his touch on her. It was as if, she was the ice cream, and he was the golden sun. Quickly melting it...
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I wake up in the morning
Put on my face
The one that's gonna get me
Through another day
Doesn't really matter
How I feel inside
'Cause life is like a game sometimes~*~*~*~*~*~*
Somewhere in the slowly warming, desolate depths of her heart, she ached for him. She wanted to be encased within the sanctity of his strong arms, as he would hold her against his chest. Within his embrace, the prince could protect her from the harsh, bitterness; middle earth was slowly turning into. This longing was something, she had promised to never feel. Victoria thought over that night, when she and Legolas did archery. How could she forget? The pure healers fingers curved around the white rose he had given her that night. She had been gazing at the flower all morning with a smile. Had she had the chance, to look down at her actions, she would have retched. Though she did not change in personality, for she still enjoyed the things she liked most. Like causing mischief, getting her friends in heaps of trouble, and a good fight, was what she called a good way to spend the day.
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But then you came around me
The walls just disappeared
Nothing to surround me
And keep me from my fears
I'm unprotected
See how I've opened up
Oh, you've made me trust~*~*~*~*~*~*
But she dismissed that thought. That thought urged to be brought back to the storm of her head, but was quickly pushed to the very back with the others. Legolas' eyes. There was something stirring within those azure heavens. It was something that was reflected only when he looked upon her. What was that emotion? What a wonder, Victoria thought to herself.
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Because I've never felt like this before
I'm naked
around you
does it show?
You see right through me
And I can't hide
I'm naked
Around you
And it feels so right
I'm trying to remember
Why I was afraid
To be myself and let the
Covers fall away
I guess I never had someone like you
To help me, to help me fit
In my skin~*~*~*~*~*~*
Around the prince of Eryn Lasgallen, she felt naked. Stripped of the walls that kept her from the vast vulnerability of the heart. She always thought, that letting her heart free would lead to a life of pain and regret. But he diminished these thoughts. He could do that, with a simple smile. Even without words, he kept her safe. He was leading her on to believe, that loving someone was not such a bad thing. He was her teacher.The elf was teaching her how to love.How to love him.
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I never felt like this before
I'm naked
around you
does it show?
You see right through me
And I can't hide
I'm naked
Around you
And it feels so right
I'm naked
Oh oh yeah
Does it show?
Yeah, I'm naked
Oh oh, yeah yeah
I'm so naked around you
and I can't hide
you're gonna see right through, baby.~*~*~*~*~*~*
(A/n: that was 'naked' by avril lavigne. OK, I really don't like avril at all, but thanks to the readers of Broken, they have persuaded me to look at her lyrics. And much to my surprise, these lyrics fitted Victoria so well, I almost screamed with joy! So I thank the readers :-D.)
Looking down at the rose that rest in the palm of her hand, she smiled at it fondly. She could remember when he gave it to her that night in the archery fields. The way his perfectly molded lips, brushed across her cheek in a tender kiss.
She fingered the white rose softly. That's when a question struck her brain. How was it, that Legolas had known the white rose was her favorite flower? The pure healers' majestic leaf green eyes narrowed in confusion, causing her forehead to wrinkle much like an elders. The question that had been brought to afloat in her mind was shattered, when the sound of Ithlen's voice cut through the air.
"Victoria? Are you listening to me?" Ithlen asked her hands on her hips. The chambermaid had obviously been talking to her, though not receiving Victoria's undivided attention. That girl! Her head has been floating about in the clouds lately, Ithlen thought to herself.
"Not really...I'm sorry, I am a bit preoccupied today..." She confessed, rather sheepishly. Ithlen sighed, and shook her blond head to herself. Dark blue eyes fell back upon her friend who lay upon the large bed. A light smile played across Victoria's features. There was something hidden behind that smile... Something Ithlen could realize was on her own face, when in the presence of Rialan. A fresh emotion gleamed and sparkled amidst the healers eyes. A different air and aura seemed to hover around her like a pestering cloud. But it seemed almost blissful and glorious. There was definite irrepressible elation, which twinkled like Earendil nestled under its blanket of diamond-like stars. That's when the elf maiden noticed a flower, in the possession of the girl laying upon the bed. It was a white rose in the palm of her hand.
"A white rose, flower of purity..." Ithlen thought to herself. She was about to start her tidying, when her gaze fell upon Victoria again. That's when it struck her... Realization flooded through her system, causing a deep smirk to curl about on her mouth. It was very extraordinary; that the thought had not came to her mind in an earlier state. But it seemed that Victoria knew how to wrap a very tight cocoon of defense and secretive protection around her self. Then without hesitation, the chambermaid spoke words that made Victoria's blood freeze.
"You're in love!" Ithlen exclaimed. Words like those were something Victoria certainly did not hear everyday.
"What!?" Snapped, Victoria who almost dropped her rose in surprise. Was it provocation or the pleasure that cause the elves to say things of that sort? They were too curious for there own good.
"I cannot believe I did not see it before... You are in love..." She said again. Victoria sat up on the bed, a frown on her sour face. Only a moment before did a serene, tranquil expression rest upon her face. Now it seemed to disappear, as if being struck by the magic of an Istar. Her face formed a vex frown.
"Am not! That is crazy talk!" Victoria protested and pursed her suddenly dry lips. No! She would let no one know, that she had so accidentally, let Legolas go further then any male. She would be the known stone wall that the elves of Eryn Lasgallen could recognize. The stone wall that could not be broken.
"Rubbish my friend. You are in love, though you loathe admitting it. So, who is it? Who is the one, who has claimed your heart for their own?" Ithlen persisted. Anger built up in the pure healer. Could she let her friend just say all of that?! Come on, where was all the witty remarks waiting to be let loose from her sometimes rude mouth. Unable to contain herself, Victoria thrust her middle finger to the air in Ithlen's direction. But as if being hit with wind, her friend only gave a cheeky grin.
"ill actions Victoria...You are only but attempting to hide from your emotions... Besides, I can only see that the prince feels the same for you...its quite obvious, you know..." A loud, sharp gasp escaped Victoria. Never, did the thought of Legolas feeling the same for her pass through her head. It was simply a thought that had been closed off and sealed. A washed up expression rose on her face, and her green eyes went glassy. No, it was nothing but foolishness! It was only a merry thought, to settle her own wanton longings.
A great wave of water suddenly crashed down on the fire burning within her. Victoria slowly sunk down onto the softness of her bed sheets and heaved a sigh of defeat. Her lips trembled for a moment, before she snapped a joint in her neck back in place. Ithlen smiled fondly down at the young girl and sat down beside her. She was no elf, Ithlen thought to herself. Nor was she any mortal... She was simply just her own being. That must be what attracted the prince in the first place, the chamber maid thought. Draping a friendly arm around the shagging shoulders of Victoria, Ithlen gave her a gentle squeeze. Such folly, to do, what this pure healer worked so hard too accomplish. Finding your other half was something that was to be rejoiced upon. Something that was to be shouted up to the sea of stars, proclaiming endless love. To not want any of that?! Well, that was just peculiar.
"Why must you be so stubborn? Why can you not, just free yourself from this prison that you so carefully locked yourself within?..." Ithlen asked. Victoria looked up at those truthful words. Truth, sometimes a thing, she did not like to hear. It was an unacquainted feeling to hear the truth from someone else's mouth. But it was true. She had done this to herself. She had imprisoned herself from all others. Now that Legolas was slowly twisting the key, she sought to lock it again. Nay, for she could not. Above all, she could not let him know.
"I don't know Ithlen...I am so confused with my life right now..." Victoria murmured forlornly. She suddenly felt lost. The white rose slowly fell from her fingers and onto the floor. Even after so long of being plucked from the bush by Legolas, the rose seemingly was immortal itself. The lost girl within her slowly crept back into the shadows of her cooling heart. She wanted to hide from all of this. To just push it all away, and remain the person she wanted to be. Set her free? Free from what?!, Victoria thought to herself with honeyed bitterness.
"Do not fear yourself, or the person that you want to be. Let him set you free... Love is not a weakness! It is a gift! A gift you must cherish!" The young elf said, sternly yet gently. Green eyes met with keen elven eyes. Could she be right?
"Here we go again, with these bloody stupid thoughts again! Just remember...love equals weakness! Do not listen to this blond fool!" Said that angry voice, that egged on her stone wall side.
"Oh be quiet you! Do you ever shut up?!" The voice telling her to love Legolas, piped up.
"Kiss my ass!" The stone voice replied.
"You don't have an ass! You are simply one very annoying side of Victoria's conscious."
"..........So are you!"
"HA! I got you there!!!" The voice, telling her to love countered.
"Bite me!"
"Shut up!!" Victoria screamed aloud to herself, shooting up from the bed. She briefly forgot that Ithlen was in the room, and started to smack her forehead a good few times, as if a pestering insect had landed there. Only did seeing her elf friend in the corner of her wild eyes, did Victoria fall back to reality. Ithlen sat there, her eyes wide, in a very much disturbed expression.
"Uh yeah...so anyway..." She muttered with a sheepish face, trying to brush off her sudden outburst. Sitting back down beside her friend, Victoria jabbed the elf in the ribs with a deep smirk. Enough talking about her...It was time to switch the subject to bigger and better things. Weaseling herself out of conversations like this, proved to be a talent for her.
"So how have things been going with Rialan?" She asked with an impish grin. Ithlen looked completely baffled for a moment, before a slow smile crept back on her face. Victoria began to hoot with un-lady like laughter, continuing to jab her friend playfully in the ribs, while wriggling her eyebrows. The mortal like girl, gave the elf that "Yes! I know you two are very serious, and I want details" look. Ithlen only offered a sly grin, while clasping her hands together dreamily.
"Is there wedding bells in the air?..." Victoria asked with a mischievous laugh. She blocked her face, as a series of swats came from her grinning chambermaid.
"Foolish girl! The thought had not even crossed my mind..." Her scolding sentence floated in the air, smoothly and pawky. Victoria only crossed her arms flat over her chest and tilted her head with that look, which very much said "HA! Yeah, like I am going to believe that!"
"Well, that orc I call brother, has not dared to show his cowardly face for the past week, after that scolding he received from me...I can't say that we are of good terms as of the moment..." She said thoughtfully. "He would receive a fine whipping to his behind, had he dared to come between me and Rialan again." Ithlen thought in her mind with a rather devilish smirk. Soon, soon she hoped that her brother could accept the elf that she loved. If not, then she would make sure force was to be put in. Meanwhile, Victoria watched the silently thinking elf woman and could immediately see the similarities between Isil and her. Isil, a tall, very fair of face warrior, who was strict yet gentle. He knew when to set his foot down on a matter. Ithlen, fair of face, very gentle and quiet yet when provoked, the flame of her brother came out of her. The Balrog inside of her, definitely would rear its ugly head when angry.
Victoria often wondered what it was like, in the love of having a sibling. What was it like, to have a person that was always there with you for your entire life? Perhaps that is why Isil acted so barbarically... Being with her his entire life, he learned to be protective of her welfare. They were flesh and blood. With that went feelings that could only be felt between siblings. The relation between Isil and Ithlen was indeed strong. It looked like sooner or later, Isil would have to accept Rialan into the chain of family.
"Be sure to tell me when you two are going to get married. I'll be sure to send out the invitations..." Victoria said biting on her lower lip with a grin. The pure healer laughed, as the elf pushed her out of the room yelling things in elvish.
"Be gone with you Victoria! I have to tidy up your chamber anyway." Ithlen cried with a laugh. Sweet melodious laughter rung out through the many dark corridors, of the hobbit hole like palace. Two friendships bonded, to become even closer. Two young women, not only friends, but also companions, allies and comrades.
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Pale, slender, and very much nimble fingers of an archer drummed across the cold surface of the table. A deep exasperated sigh, escaped from the silken parted lips of a very bored prince. His patience proved to be perforce that day within the underground palace. The elf's thoughts sprinted from his head, and floated about in the air, for he wished not to pay attention. Letting out another sigh, he almost jumped up from his chair at the sudden sound of his fathers, rather booming voice.
"What am I saying that puts you to sleep prince?" The king asked with hints of a smile. Legolas very much reminded him of himself as a young elf. Always one to rather be outside hunting through the murky forest, then underground listening to the dreary counsel. The elven prince massaged his forehead with a groan and inclined his head to the door wistfully. At that, Thranduil laughed. This was definitely his son whom he was speaking too. Always the one more then eager to leave his studies and lectures. The azure eyes of the prince of Eryn Lasgallen held many years, storming with wisdom and courage. But he also was that young elf ling that he had raised. The elf whose eyes sparkled brilliantly, as if being handed a bow for the very first time.
"Is there something, or perhaps someone waiting outside for you? Maybe it is a certain she?..." The king said in sing song tone. Legolas arched an eyebrow, but his eyes glittered for it was obvious that the king spoke of his beloved. The prince slowly lifted himself from his chair and leaned against the table frame. The desire to look upon her face again was as keen as his eyesight was. Soon.Very soon, would his heart be free with the prison that kept his secret hidden. But would the nearing war be in the way of his release? No orc would stop him.
"Ada, I have heard all of these plans before, we need not go through them again." Legolas persisted, crossing his arms. The king approached him, and crossed his arms in the same manner as his son before him. A rather amusing smirk was set upon his fair features. That look could have immediately told anyone, that the elf before him was his son. They both shared the same expressions. The similarity between their faces was very much captivating. This alone, could show that Legolas would look a great deal like his father someday. The next Thranduil was in waiting. The former member of the fellowship of the ring was following in his fathers footsteps.
"Indeed, there is no need to go through them again. Maybe perhaps, I only like to see the suffering upon your face whilst you listen to my droning on." Thranduil remarked. Legolas groaned and let out a mumble of inaudible elvish. The king laughed and gave his son a good squeeze on the shoulder.
"I be only jesting prince. Go to her."
Legolas glanced at his father with a relieved grin and then bowed respectfully. But as he rose from the bow, his blue eyes were captured on the seemingly glowing crown upon the crest of his fathers head. One day, that crown would be his. One day, all that was before them would be his. But that knowing did not settle well in the pits of his stomach. He wished not to be king. But a sudden image of Victoria, sitting upon a throne beside him, flashed in his head. She would sit next to him, dressed in the richest of gowns. Legolas uttered a snort, at the thought of someone trying to force Victoria into a dress.
A dazzling circlet of silver and green jewels would rest upon her dark head. The crown of his mother. The crown of Eryn Lasgallen. He would craft a great staff for her. A relic that would be adorned with emeralds and gold. She would sit beside him, her small hand resting upon his arm. His queen, his wife. A shaky, dreamy grin formed on Legolas' face as he walked blindly through the corridors of his home. His wife. One day, he would ask her to be his queen. To be his forever, only his. The prince silently scolded himself for thinking so foolishly. He had not even told her of his feelings, and he was already thinking about the possibility of her being his queen.
But the image that had flashed before his eyes, settled very much well within his heart. His ambition, his goal. One day, he would strive to make that happen. Sighing contently, Legolas pushed through a pair of heavy double doors, and for a moment, shielded his vision from the waterfall of sunlight that cascaded upon him. Refreshing his keen eyes, the prince passed by elves milling about. They bowed respectfully, much to his annoyance, though he nodded his head with appreciation. One day when he was king, he would tell them. All of them, that there was no need to bow in the presence of their king. To be Equal, was something he greatly desired for the people of his home.
A soft chatter of Sindarin filled the air along with laughter. This bought a smile to his face. It was rare through these past days. Each day was made up of grueling training that could tire out even an elf. Not a soul knew when war would be dropped upon their laps. Legolas walked among the people, looking around. It was a beautiful autumn day. The chill of winter would not be too far off, for a rather chilly breeze passed by. Though it did not affect him or the other elves, it would soon affect the woodland realm. The chill of winter was what the army needed. The season of winter would be a very much a good aid, for it would be more difficult for orcs to travel with snow, while the elves walk atop and across it. War strategies often floated about in his head during those past few weeks. He was now commander in war, was he not? It was his job to do so. Legolas silently cursed for reminding himself of that burden. He chose to ignore it, but it seemed to haunt him, every now and then.
The elven prince suddenly felt his heart tingle. His eyes lit up and a secret grin curved at the corners of his lips. She was nearby. He could feel her. Legolas sought for that feeling and relished in it. Victoria was his nourishment.Today she was happy and very full of energy. Placing a hand over his heart, he let the feeling come over him and lead him through the crowd and over the lawns. The feeling was like a detector and got stronger as he neared. His heart grew warm and soft and began to beat faster and faster. This was the feeling he enjoyed above all else. The feeling of his love for her. Never could it be thrown down and defeated. Turning around a corner, the grin immediately fell off his face, and his eyes lost their luster as the sight before him took place. The sparkle in his eyes diminished, as if never starting in the first place and was replaced with dark, flaming, obsidian orbs. His hands sought for something to grab, and found the bark of the tree he was hiding behind. His fingers flexed in anger and nearly broke through the tough skin of the old tree.
Victoria's laughter would have made his heart soar, if it had not been for the little predicament, the prince found himself gazing upon. Legolas' eyes darkened to a deadly ice blue, as he stared at the elf that stood but a foot away from her. Could his eyes be cheated? No, this was very much real. So real, that his heart began to ache. There she was. The woman he loved above all things. Above all else. She was sitting upon a tree trunk, swinging her legs back and forth like a happy child. The pure healer wore a dark green tunic with matching leggings. A brown elven belt was wrapped around her slender waist. Victoria's hair was fastened with a clip to stay out of her eyes, while it tumbled down her shoulders. How he would dream, about running his fingers through that hair. Teleri, her black horse, stood next to her, eating the oats from the bag that was wrapped around his mouth. But it was neither her nor the horse that angered him, rather the elf she was talking with.
Anglor, a wood elf and healer. He was also a warrior. Tall and fair, he was a noble elf. But the prince' eyes watched him dangerously; whilst he chatted in a very flirty manner with the woman he loved. She was grinning wonderfully, but at that healer. One of his eyes twitched with rage, when she reached out and touched the elf's arm softly. He was saying something to her while laughing. What could have been so funny to make laughter come out of her mouth?, Legolas thought to himself. He watched, a steady blaze radiating from his soft skin. That's when he suddenly realized the bitterness; he was feeling at that moment. Jealousy.. An emotion he sought and thought to never feel. But here it was, flooding through him, knives tearing up his heart. His father warned him of this emotion. That and confusion, for it was the two feelings that elves did not wish to have. How could he be so jealous? They were just talking, well flirting actually. It was not like Victoria was having some sort of relationship with that elf, could she? Legolas clutched on to the feeling in his heart. It was her, he felt. She was happy and very amused that day. Could he distinguish if there was any love in her heart, the prince could not tell.
"You are jumping to conclusions, you dullard!" The elf yelled in his thoughts. But the jealously would not lessen. He did not like the feeling, he did not like it at all. It was dark and cold and very uncomfortable. It ate at his heart, like sharp fangs, digging into its core. It made his spirit feel heavy and somewhat tired. Legolas turned away from the sight and leaned heavily against the tree for stability. He leaned his face toward the white creamy clouds and closed his blue eyes. The elf felt shut out from her heart, and it pained him greatly.
He was being deprived of her soul. His restorative.
"Melamin.. (My love)" He whispered softly. The gleaming luster that was usually found in his eyes was all but lost. Heart break, no he was not suffering from heart break for he knew not if she had found another. There was no real proof. But that could not take away the hurt and disappointment from the depths of his being. Gathering back his wits, he found the courage to turn toward the sight again, taking cover under the shady colors of the tree leaves. Greens and browns helped provide a good source of camouflage, for it blended in with the common colors of Eryn Lasgallen. Legolas' eyes darted back to the two figures. They were still talking, that was obvious. Even with his keen hearing, he could not make out what they were speaking of.
While she talked, her hand stroked the silken back of Teleri's coat. One day, the two of them would ride out over the plains together. Silly, love sick elf, he said to himself quietly. But he could not hide the rather goofy grin that spread across his face. With that grin, the flame was rekindled in his eyes. So what if he was!? He wanted to whole world to know that he loved her. Legolas could imagine it now. Taking her hand and leading her to the highest point in Middle earth. There he would sing up to the stars and Valar of the woman who had captured his heart and soul! His undying love for her had grown the wings on his back to let him be joyous and free. This was what it was all about.
Something mentally snapped within the mind of the prince when he saw Anglor lean over and place a chaste kiss upon Victoria's cheek. He could almost feel the burn from her cheeks when he did that to her. The healer had gone to far. Stalking out of his hiding spot, rather loudly, Legolas stormed over to them. When Victoria saw him, a smile graced her features, causing his anger to melt away for a moment like the wax of a candle. But it was quickly molded again when Anglor smiled to him.
"Hey Barbie boy, I've been looking for you." She said with a faint grin. The elven prince positioned himself between them, smiling delightfully at her.
"Ai, Victoria, I have been looking for you as well. Why good afternoon Anglor." Legolas hissed smoothly, his voice deadly as ice. Anglor smiled and bowed his head, though his eyes fell back to Victoria. There was an indistinguishable sparkle floating amidst in the elven healer's dark blue eyes. A sparkle, which the prince was not all to peachy about.
"Quel re' taren Legolas (good day prince)" Anglor said with a carefree smile.
"Amin naa quel. (I am good)" He answered through grit teeth. Victoria watched their elvish greetings in wonder, attempting to comprehend what was being said. At times, she wished she could speak in the elven tongue. It was a language that very much fit the people who spoke it. Beautiful and melodious. Elvish sounded all the more awe inspiring while spoken in song. It was a far cry from the language, of the world of men. As the pure healer looked upon the two elves, she could not help but feel like some sort of cloud of emotion from Legolas. He seemed sort of angry at that time. Victoria could almost feel his anger and rage, and that is what troubled her.
There was a moment of brief, awkward silence between the trio, before Legolas cleared his throat, and decided to break it with a question that had been nagging at his mind.
"What are you two speaking of?..." He asked. Though it was none of his business, he was making it his business. A nosy little prince, he turned out today. But Victoria seemed not to notice. A clear laugh of friendly mirth escaped from her mouth. Anglor smiled at that. She then gave the elf a high five.
"Well, since we are both healers, we were talking about the situation; we will find our selves in during war. Not that the war is at all amusing, but we were just jesting a bit." Victoria insured. The other healer beside her nodded and smiled. The prince could only mutely nod. Maybe there was nothing going on between them, but best not keep his guard down. So, he let his anger get the best of him. But he could not help but feel as if he had just got beaten at his own game. Bitter sweet that's what it felt like. Like a taste that would not leave his mouth.
"Lord Anglor, the lady and I have somewhere else to be.So, we will just be on our merry way." The elf prince finally said. The pure healer tilted her head in confusion and opened her mouth. Anglor looked utterly dismayed to the prince's remark.
"We do?" Victoria asked incredulously.
"Oh yes. Now come, we have somewhere else to be, and not a minute of time should be put to waste." Legolas said, as if preaching to a little child. Then, softly taking her arm in his, he began to lead her away from the aghast elf healer, who looked as if being slapped in the face. Victoria turned and mouthed the elf a farewell, which brought the smile back to his fair face. She turned back in the direction they were walking in, curious where the rogue of an elf, was leading her off to. Perhaps he was taking her away into the unknown.
Meanwhile Legolas caught their silent farewell and while Victoria had her face turned in the direction they were heading in, he looked back at Anglor. A cross between a smirk of victory, and a glare twisted upon his face. The elven healer's mouth parted, as he caught that expression, wondering to himself why the prince seemed to be angry with him. Could it be because of the lady? Anglor smiled to himself. Yes, perhaps Victoria was the person rumored to have captured his heart.
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"Dude! We have been running around doing errands all day! Did you possibly just drag me away from Anglor, just so I get a taste of the torture?" Victoria asked with an exasperated sigh. Legolas heaved a breath but managed a cheeky smile. Even while doing some work, the girl had managed to find some fun purposely tripping elf maidens, who passed by that afternoon.
"Perhaps I did.." He said, his sentence floating above them. Victoria stopped in the corridor they were standing in and looked around. The racing chariot of Varda had already flown across the sky, stretching her blanket of night and stars. The air was crisp and somewhat warm, unusual for late autumn. But the weather caught the wood elves in a good mood. If you listened close enough, you could have heard them singing stories in the depths of the forest. But the prince wished to not bring her out into the forest circles. He would rather find somewhere secluded, for it was night and he was determined to make this night memorable. His lady walked beside him, trying to comprehend where they were, in the underground palace.
"So, where are we off to now?" She asked with expectant eyes as she clasped and rubbed her hands together. The elf prince looked to have pondered for a moment, though he knew very well where he was planning on taking her. Lacing his hand with her, he led her down the dark corridor, him being her eyes in the blackness that swallowed them both in, like a mouth. She was about to ask him again, but he silenced her softly. She sealed her lips shut and just nodded her head to him to lead her. He shall always be a body of mystery, Victoria said in her mind. But tingles of excitement rushed through her. What did this prince have in plan for the night? He led her through the darkness of the palace, her hand grasping tightly to his, for she could see nothing but a faint glow of gleaming blond hair. The only sound was the soft pitter of her elven boots on the marble, stone floor. Two secret agents, creeping silently and together through the night, like dark phantoms ready to begin a journey through the darkness.
Legolas wrapped a warm and a very inviting arm around her waist, as he helped her up the stair case. He silently cursed the guards for not flaming the torches again, though he could not argue with the fact that he enjoyed touching her. For an odd reason, she did not flinch nor pull away, from the tender touch like she usually did.
"Careful now.." He whispered almost against her ear, making her shiver. The elf's silky blond hair brushed across her neck, and she unconsciously leaned against him. After making there way up the staircase, he once more led her down another corridor and into darkness. Then coming to a familiar door, Legolas opened it slowly and inclined his head forward to go in.
"Go on lothamin" He said. Victoria stepped past him, his eyes following her every movement. Yes, she had been there before. The library. A sanctuary from the tedious reality of the real world, into the sheer universes of the imagination. Her eyebrows knit with confusion. The library? Hmmm.I have said it before, and I will say it again. That elf is a wonder!, Victoria said in her mind with a smile. Taking her hand again, he pulled her over to a comfortable fire place, the warm flame already burning brightly. Embers sparked like glitter and the steady sound of crackling came to her ears. The place was secluded, very much abandoned at that time of night. Most elves were rejoicing with the splendors of fine elven wine, deep within the forests while singing around campfires. So why was this wood elf not out there?
"Come near the fire, the night is late and I shall read you a story." Legolas said, lowering himself to the floor in front of the fire. Victoria watched him with a baffled expression, her green eyes puzzled. The fire reflected off her orbs, like a mirror showing her soul, though to no one else but him. A story? Was he kidding her? The elf could have sworn, he saw her eyebrow raise a foot from her eye. Reading her defiant, blatant expression, he laughed and patted the floor next to him.
"I promise you my friend. This is no bed time story. Tis the tragic tale of Luthien and Beren." This however caught her attention. It sounded familiar, and with her curiosity getting the best of her, Victoria approached him. Legolas lay upon his chest, propped up on his elbows while holding a large book. She stretched herself out next to him, looking to him with attention. This would certainly be alluring and enthralling. The prince gazed at her for a moment, as if studying her. With the fire cloaking them with warmth, and with its blaze being the only light in the room, it set a mysterious and yet homey atmosphere. Definitely inviting. Alone, the two of them were very much alone.
Legolas began the tale, saying with an enthusiastic spirit. He told it, his heart and soul poured out into each word. The tale was sad. The tragic story of the fairest elf of middle earth, daughter of Thingol and Melian of the vastness of Beleriand. The account of how she had come to meet across the mortal Beren, a great man who held the ring of Barahir. The prince of Eryn Lasgallen left not a detail out. To the time when Luthien escaped on the back of Huor, to the capturing of a Silmaril from the very crown of Morgoth.
By the time Legolas had finished, he felt tears come to his eyes. For a moment, his thoughts strayed to the fair reincarnation of Luthien, who was now wedded to the Telcontar of Gondor. One day, the evenstar shall have to face the same fate as the fair Luthien did. The bitterness of mortality. The gift of men.
Victoria was awed beyond belief. A story of great passion and sacrifice. Never had she heard such a memorizing tale of love, adventure and evil. Legolas looked to be wiping silent trickles of tears away from his eyes. He laughed softly under his breath. He cursed himself softly. Such a sad tale, affected him almost as much as the tale of Nimrodel. That story like that of Luthien was a tragic tale of love. Nimrodel, a fair elf of Lorien who had her love for Amroth, lord of lorien.
"Amin hiraetha (I'm sorry), the story has a great effect on me.my mother used to read it to me at my bedside, when I was little.." The prince said looking at her. Victoria grinned, and her thoughts went to the queen. She must have been very fair, to have given birth to such a beautiful son. Though he looked a great deal like Thranduil, there were features about him that must have belonged to his mother. She studied the prince, as he flipped through some of the pages of the book with a carefree smile. Even during times of war, these miraculous creatures acted natural. He seemed to feel her strong gaze on him and looked up. The beautiful intensity within his eyes almost made her gasp.
"Is there something upon my face?" He asked slowly with narrowed eyes. She bit down on her bottom lip, and shook her head quickly. Her cheeks turned a light shade of pink, much to his hidden joy. Victoria turned to the fire place, as Legolas leaned over and placed another log into the swallowing blaze. Her eyes followed his every movement, with a smile dancing across her lips. The way he leaned over, and the way the muscles in his back flexed as he did so. Also, how he would brush a few array strands of hair out of his eyes, and tuck it behind his leaf shaped ear. Then, how the flames of the fire were reflected off his blue eyes like fire balls. Her staring was interrupted when the prince began to softly sing in elvish. While he sung, he looked deeply into her eyes. The impact of the communion, made her feel dizzy. Taking her hands in his, the words rolled off his tongue in a sweet, enchanting song.
But Victoria did not understand the words. They were powerful, and filled with such a passion that her heart cried out. Little did she know that the words were of his love for her. A far cry from feelings they once shared. Legolas wished that she understood him. He wanted her to know, what she meant to him. He sung of their first meeting, and their arguments. He sung of the night, he realized he loved her. But, he also sung of what was hidden in the depths of her heart and soul. A soul that only he knew..
The pure healer smiled, as he sung in the tongue that memorized her. There was something about the way he looked into her eyes, while he sung, that made her know that the song was endearing. What did he sing of? Victoria gently titled her head to one side, her green orbs gleaming with wonder. He smiled while singing, a glow on his face. Was it the fire? No, it was something from deep inside of him. Something she would soon know. Legolas felt as if the ground had disappeared from beneath them. The two of them were floating in the skies, sheer miles of universes surrounding them. The stars formed crowns around the crests of their foreheads, and the clouds wisped around them like silver white ribbon. Two quickly beating hearts pumped in a harmonic rhythm.
"Mela en' coiamin, amin merna tess lle ten'oio..." (love of my life.I want to hold you forever)" He sung sweetly. Taking in his breath, he motioned her to come closer to him. His eyes gleamed almost playfully. She looked scared for a moment, before reluctantly crawling over to him. He would do just about anything to make that distinct fear in her eyes, just disappear, as if never existing. Then much to her surprise, he guided her to lean against his chest, his head resting on the top of her head. All the while, he kept singing. Singing, and at the same time, setting his heart free in song. If only she knew. Legolas inhaled the scent of her hair, Victoria closing her eyes. This was all too weird to be real. Never in a million years, would she even think about doing, what she was doing at the moment. She fit somewhat perfectly against his chest and this feeling almost un-did her. To feel comfort in a man's arms, was something almost illegal to her.
"You are not supposed to be getting so cozy. But why does being in his arms feel so good, and so right?..." She asked in her mind. Her eyes paced remorsefully, looking for some way to escape, and weasel her way out of this comfortable predicament. But she found that she could not. He had worked some sort of spell over her, and she could not help but welcome it. The protesting side that told her this was all wrong had been pushed to the back and down to her very toes, where it cannot be heard. And a celebration had rung out throughout her heart, egging her on. Telling her to give in and be his forever.
Legolas sung the last of his song and gently let her go. She almost immediately scrambled away, and out of his arms with slightly wide eyes. The elf had to grin, for her nervousness has been all to clear to feel from her. The song itself, even without understanding, was endearing to her. But he knew she did not want to feel it. She settled herself in front of the fireplace, casually brushing some strands of hair out of her face not daring to meet his penetrating eye. But he reached over, and tucked the hair behind her ears. He loved to touch her. He loved to feel her skin under his fingertips. She watched him as he caressed her face fondly. His hands were wonderful. She twisted over until she was lying upon her back, her hands folded behind her head. Victoria briefly closed her eyes, inhaling deeply. She could still feel him watching her. Turning her head, she faced him. He lay next to her on one side, his head propped up by his elbow. His other arm rested next to him.
"Hey Legolas, do you think that Eryn Lasgallen will pull through this?..." She asked finally. Legolas looked thoughtful for a moment before answering. War seemed to have been coming up in most conversation lately, between citizens.
"I know we will lothamin. (My flower)" It was the truth. Someway or somehow, he would make sure he led the people to a victory.
Victoria relished in the sweet endearment. She always wondered why he called her that. She was no flower, she knew that. With that a thought, she laughed softly to herself. She was merely the opposite of things like that. Her thoughts were interrupted by Legolas' voice.
"Victoria?" Legolas asked. She turned toward him. His sweet voice, a sound she often yearned to hear in her dreams.
"Hmmm?" she mumbled, her eyes fluttering tiredly.
"Do you believe that I would make a fine commander?" The golden prince asked, his eyes gleaming with hope. She smiled and gave his shoulder an affectionate squeeze.
"Hell you would Legolas. if I have learned anything about you; it would be that you are a great leader." She said with a small smile. Legolas tilted his head with a somewhat goofy grin, and then blushed softly. Parting his lips, he then asked her.
"You really think so?" He asked softly.
"I know so." She replied and then sat up from the floor, still looking down at him. Her thoughts strayed to the tale that the prince had told her. She had heard mention of another sad tale, not long ago. What was it called? It was about an elf of lorien, she knew that. Who was that elf maiden? She often heard the songs about her. A maiden who fell in love with the king of lorien of old.
"Barbie boy, what's the name of that elf maiden who fell in love with the first king of Lorien? Before Galadriel and Celeborn?..." She asked. Legolas looked at her with slightly wide eyes for a moment. How strange, that he had only been thinking about such a tale. He silently wondered who had told her it.
"Her name was Nimrodel, a maiden of Lorien. Would you like to hear the story?" He asked. Victoria nodded eagerly, forgetting about the mentions of war. She scooted closer to the elf and he smiled warmly at that. Legolas closed his eyes for a moment, the tale coming to his mind once more. His father had told him the story long ago, and his heart had not forgotten it.
"Amroth son of Amdir, the first king of Lorien, ruled the realm before the lord and lady. He was to not marry, but alas his heart was captured by the fair Nimrodel, a maiden of Lorien. They loved each other, but could not wed, for Nimrodel was a Nandor. A nandor is the first Silvan elves of Lorien."He started to explain, his eyes twinkling in the dark room. She leaned forward, getting sucked within the story, which would be long remembered, even after the passing of the elves.
"The Nandor held regret about coming to the elves of Beleriand, for they believed, it was those elves that brought the evil of Morgoth to the peaceful lands. Nimrodel lived near the stream that bared her name, even until now. But, when the orcs took control over Dwarrodelf, which would explain its ruin, she fled to the south. Amroth who loved her dearly, went after her." At the mention of dear love, he looked right into her eyes. Legolas then continued his story.
"He did find her at Fangorn, and it was there that Amroth asked for her hand. The fair maiden agreed, but only if they could find somewhere out of the clutches of evil. Somewhere that they could live without fear of death. The lord of Lorien suggested the west, which is now the far, eternal land of my people. After the passing of Morgoth, the Valar opened the passage to the west for every elf. Amroth decided to head to the bay of Belfalas, which held an elven harbor. Tragically and mysteriously they were separated." The azure heavens of the prince grew soft as the story went on. Victoria could almost feel the depression of the story. But nonetheless he continued.
"He looked for her, but found her not. Continuing on to the sea, Amroth traveled in hope that she would do the same. At the shore, he waited for her. But the fair Nimrodel never did come.After many seasons of waiting, he began to loose hope. When a storm broke the anchor of his ship, he went into his cabin for cover. In the early fingertips of dawn, he discovered the shores of Middle earth far into the east. Crying out the name of Nimrodel, the king dove into the depths of the ocean, and began swimming to shore. That was the last time Amroth was seen. The both of them were lost forever. Thus ends the tail of Amroth and Nimrodel." The prince concluded with a deep breath. Victoria just stared at him with glazed over eyes, as the last details of the story, came from his mouth. Her hands were folded very tightly in her lap. The both of them remained silent for a moment before snapping out of the world of dreams and looked at each other.
"Wow.. I don't know what to say. That story was beautiful." She murmured with a soft expression. Legolas smiled gently and nodded his head as the song of Nimrodel filled his head. Looking to the cold floor, he began to sing it softly under his breath.
"An Elven-maid there was of old,
A shining star by day:
Her mantle white was hemmed with gold,
Her shoes of silver-grey." He began. Victoria's head snapped up and leaned forward, listening intently to the words.
"A star was bound upon her brows,
A loght was on her hair
As sun upon the golden boughs
In Lórien the fair." "Her hair was long, her limbs were white,
And fair she was and free;
And in the wind she went as light
As leaf of linden-tree." The prince's voice sung it loud and clear, the distant tale pouring into his mind like molten gold, ready to be molded. He could almost still hear the beauty of Nimrodel's song, and the bubbling of her stream.
"Beside the falls of Nimrodel,
By water clear and cool,
Her voice as falling silver fell
Into the shining pool."
"Where now she wanders none can tell,
In sunlight or in shade;
For lost of yore was Nimrodel
And in the mountains strayed."
"The elven-ship in haven grey
beneath the mountain-lee
Awaited her for many a day
beside the roaring sea."
"A wind by night in Northern lands
Arose, and loud it cried,
And drove the ship from elven-strands
Across the streaming tide."
"When dawn came dim the land was lost,
The mountains sinking grey
Beyond the heaving waves that tossed
Their plumes of blinding spray."
"Amroth beheld the fading shore
Now low beyond the swell,
And cursed the faithless ship that bore
Him far from Nimrodel."
"Of old he was an Elven-king,
A lord of tree and glen,
When golden were the boughs in spring
In fair Lothlórien."
"From helm to sea they saw him leap,
As arrow from the string,
And dive into water deep,
As mew upon the wing."
"The wind was in his flowing hair,
The foam about him shone;
Afar they saw him strong and fair
Go riding like a swan."
"But from the West has come no word,
And on the Hither Shore
No tidings Elven-folk have heard
Of Amroth evermore."
The two had fallen, deep into a silence. Victoria's mind reeled with the memory of his song. Were Amroth and Nimrodel still out there? Did the two elves of old still in a hidden secret? She was not to know for like in the song, no tiding had come of them.
"That was beautiful Legolas.." She whispered softly. He looked up, escaping his thoughts, and smiled at her compliment. The song of Nimrodel was very emotional. Usually a song that was only sung in deep sorrow. The elf glanced at her. She had her fingers clasped together, wringing together thoughtfully. Her eyes were swarming with unanswered questions, desiring to find what ended her curiosity. Leaning over, he took her hand in his. She suddenly jerked, as if just waking up for she was not expecting the contact. Her action made Legolas stifle a laugh. She put a hand to her forehead, and snorted. Obviously she was not expecting herself, to do that as well.
"Clearly the story of Amroth and Nimrodel has given you much thought." He said with a soft laugh. She nodded and then remarked.
"It makes you wonder, you know.Who knows if they might still be out there. Maybe they wanted to hide away from all evil like in the story.you think its possible Barbie boy?" She asked, looking to the fire. Victoria brought her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms around her legs.
"Anything is possible lirimaer" He replied. Who did know? Perhaps the two lovers still existed.Maybe they still lived in middle earth, protected from all eyes to see and away from the clutches of any evil that wished to overcome. That was a question that would have to go unanswered. At the endearment, the pure healer looked to him with a grin, and her eyes twinkled mischievously, as if discovering a new adventure to head out into.
"All that elvish. Could you teach me some?" She asked; hope sparkling like newly polished diamonds on her eyes. Elvish, a language she heard daily though never took much heed too. Ithlen had offered to teach her a while back, but Victoria declined of the suggestion for she thought it pointless. Flunking the language of Spanish seemed to have an immediate influence upon her. With the thought of herself attempting to speak the musical gentle language, she snorted under her breath.
"Victoria speaking elvish.This should be enlightening." Legolas said, his sentence floating about them with a playful, youth about his fair face. She arched an eyebrow and just stuck her nose in the air. It seemed now that she wanted to lean elvish, no one would teach her. Or be serious about it anyway. Suddenly having an idea, Legolas took both her hands in his and brought them against his chest.
"Anoramin, runamin, annunamin. (My sun, my sunrise, my sunset)" he said softly with an unmistakable grin. She smiled, despite not knowing neither what he meant, nor knowing that he was being serious. Her eyes narrowed into confused slits as he said a jumble of quick elvish, the prince speaking as if he was talking to another elf. So much for lessons, she thought to herself. And so much for learning how to curse in elvish. Victoria then thought in her mind with a menacing laugh.
"What did that mean?" She asked him. Legolas raised both of his unusually dark eyebrows and his lips parted. Oh how he wished that she knew what he had said. But, the words would not come in the common tongue. His tongue fell limp in his mouth. Perhaps it was not time for her to know his true feelings. He looked to the floor for a moment, still clasping her hands in his, his heart searching for hers. Finally regaining his stamina, he answered her question.
"Now that would be telling." He countered. She let out an exasperated breath, and rolled her eyes with a sigh and grin. Some teacher he is, she thought silently. Victoria could not help but wonder, what he had said in the common tongue of the elves. It was endearing and meaningful, she knew that. The gleam and depth in his eyes told her that, for it did not lie.
"Lle naa estelamin Victoria. ( You are my hope)" He said softly. With the mention of her name in the same sentence, her head perked up expectantly. Her eyes searched his for answers, but he simply offered a cheeky grin, that said "Fat chance, if you think I am going to tell you" Sighing again, she took her hands from his. A tired yawn escaped from deep within her throat.
"You are tired" He said. Victoria turned to him and placed her hands at her hips.
"Now, you decide to talk to me in English." She remarked with a somewhat dazed expression. He nodded with a grin, much to her dismay. Heaving a huff, she rubbed her hands frustratingly over her tired eyes. She stopped when she felt a soft finger upon her lips. Victoria's hands dropped away from her face and fell limply at her sides. The prince was looking at her, his eyes in an all-encompassing intensity, as ever before. She was about to speak, but stopped, as he shook his golden head slowly. A sudden image of the prince's lips on top of hers flashed in her mind. What would it feel like; to have his petal shaped lips pressed intimately against her own, while his fingers would knead through her hair with uncontrolled passion. With those thoughts, went several images that made a deep scarlet blush pour into her cheeks. She mentally slapped herself.
"Migul.. To kiss" He murmured and translated at the same time. Her eyes shone with confusion and kitten curiosity. Then a bolt of fear lit her face. The elf's blue eyes studied her. This was it. Dare to go beyond what was capable. He could almost hear a cheering chant that said to do it. Leaning forward, he gently brushed a feathery light kiss over her mouth, his lips barely touching her own. But that was enough to make shudders rack both their bodies. Victoria stumbled away from him, alarm in her orbs. The two walls surrounding her heart had shook and rumbled, as if an earthquake had attempted to destroy them. Her first kiss! Legolas kissed her!? Victoria's eyebrows drew together, as if she had just been slapped in the face by an orc.
Though his heart took a momentary leap into the heavens, when his lips touched hers, he also knew that a part of there relationship was not ready. He crossed into a winner's circle, which did not even exist yet. The fear and anxiety that shone in her features told him that she was not ready. Guilt flooded through him.
"Victoria. I."He began, but found that no words were coming. His eyes turned glassy as he watched her. Her burning lips trembled, as she ever so slowly backed away from him. Then getting to her feet, so slowly backed her way out the door, and into the shadows. The darkness cloaked her, much like the cape of Luthien, which he told her about earlier that evening. Legolas watched her go, and knew he would never forget what he saw in her eyes. It would haunt him. Like a ghost against people, who moved into its home. Slamming an angry fist onto the floor, the fire suddenly burned out and turned to nothing but crackling embers and ash.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A/N: DUDES!!! I think this may have been my longest chapter yet! And he finally kissed her! It wasn't the one that was passionate, but that's soon muhahahah!!! Anyway, hoped u liked that chapter, sorry it took me SOO!! Long.. arg! I was sick this morning. I had woken up and made 3 dashes to the bathroom to throw up. ICK!!
Namaarie!!!