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Laura Meets Legolas
The man, whose name was Boromir, approached their group. "You carry the fate of us all, little one. If indeed this is the will of the Council, then Gondor shall see it done," he smiled.
They heard a shout and looked down. Samwise was standing below them, his head peeking out from between plants. He ran up beside Frodo to join them.
"Mr. Frodo's not going anywhere without me," he said as he crossed his arms in front of his chest.
"Indeed it his highly impossible to separate you two, even when he is summoned to a secret council and you are not," Elrond said slyly. Sam blushed.
She looked across the council to a hallway at the end. Merry and Pippin poked their heads out. "We're coming, too!" they shouted and ran up.
"You'd have to tie us up in a sack for us to stay home!" Merry said happily.
"Nine companions," said Elrond proudly. "Very well. I pronounce you the Fellowship of the Ring."
Laura smiled. This was kind of cool. Although she did know even less than the Hobbits about everything that was going on, she was excited to be going somewhere with everyone. But she had absolutely no idea what she was in store for.
That night, she wandered through Rivendell again, in a different dress that Arwen had let her wear. She wondered about the Elves. They were like nothing she'd ever seen. They were such beautiful, wise and graceful creatures. They weren't at all like short, funny-looking people like she had assumed. Most of them were much taller than her. And what about that one named Legolas who was now a member of the Fellowship? He was gorgeous. She blushed to even be thinking about him.
She sat down in the middle of the Hall of Fire, which was attached onto the Homely House. It was a quiet place with a fire always lit in the hearth. For the past few days there had been song in here fight after the evening feasts, but now it lay empty. She sighed. It was definitely beautiful here in Rivendell, and she didn't miss Earth so much as she looked around and sat back, content. There was no stress on her, and she hoped there wouldn't be for at least a short while. As she leaned her chin on her hands, her memory began to wander and she found herself thinking about the thing she regretted most...
(Flashback)
She was 12, sitting on a bridge high up in the trees on the planet of Endor. She was in the city of the Ewoks, and were preparing on the final destruction of the Death Star. Her father exited the small hut they had been inside, and she looked back at him. Something was distressing him. She knew he had just recently become a Jedi, and had also just found out that his father was Darth Vader.
"What's wrong?" she asked innocently.
He looked at her. He hadn't even realized she was there. He looked down and leaned on the railing of the bridge. "I'm leaving," he solemnly told her.
"Leaving? But we need you, you can't just decide to leave. Why? Where are you going?"
He sighed. "I'm going to find my father. I need to help him."
Her eyes widened. "You can't help him, he's been consumed by the Dark Side. Luke, think about this. He's too far gone."
He looked at her with stubborn determination. "There is still some good in him, I can feel it. Besides, if I don't go to him Han and Leia will die and I don't want to get in the way.
"Han and Leia will be fine!" she cried angrily. "I can't believe you're doing this, why don't you just stay here with us? I don't understand."
"I don't expect you to," he said calmly. "This is my destiny."
She stood up and glared at him. He was hopeless. He didn't even realize that she was his daughter, he couldn't even feel the love she had for him. "You know nothing about destiny. If trying to save your father from a path he freely chose is more important than choosing your own path, you're an idiot," she spat at him.
He looked confused by this, but angry. "If you can't understand..." he began, but he interrupted.
"I'll never understand you, father," she said as she turned and walked away.
"What?" He jogged after her, laying a hand on her shoulder. "Laura, what did you say?" he demanded softly.
She shook him off and began running, never to return. She was so angry that she ran until she was sure she'd lost him, and started to cry.
She was pulled back to reality, tears in her eyes. Someone was walking around just outside in the House. She sniffed, trying to hide the fact that she'd been crying. She hugged her knees to her chest and looked into the fire. Aragorn had told her that her father was dead, but she knew in her heart that he was still alive. But it was better if everyone else thought he was dead, even her. It was better than having a father who didn't care to find her.
She took a deep breath. "I'm an idiot, I should've just left him to live out his 'destiny'," she muttered.
"Did you say something, my lady?"
She looked up, startled. Legolas was standing next to her, looking down on her. He held out his hand to her and helped her up. "Forgive me for my intrusion, I did not mean to frighten you. There is a small matter I'd like to speak with you about, concerning your father."
She took a deep breath, still thinking about her father. He seemed to understand that she was lost in thought, so he patiently waited until her attention was focused on him again.
"I recognized you when I came to Rivendell. You are the daughter of Luke Skywalker, the last remaining Jedi," he continued.
"Yeah," she said. "Wait a second, how do you recognize me?"
"I knew your father, very well. I've spoken with him not but a couple of years ago. He showed me your face."
"What? You talked to him? So he IS alive! I knew it!"
"He is. He is in hiding, and risked his very life to communicate with me. My lady, he requested that I protect you."
She sighed. "Another temporary guardian so that he doesn't have to make an effort to seek out his only daughter. Well that's just wonderful. I'm sorry you had to get dragged into such a petty argument like this."
"My lady, it is no small matter that he requests of me. With all due respect, he informed me that the task would be quite difficult."
She laughed. "He's right about that. I can be a little headstrong, I guess. Are you sure you're up to this?"
He nodded. "Gandalf will be protecting you as well. And it will only be until we find a safe haven for you."
"I don't even know your name yet."
He bowed. "My apologies. My name is Legolas, prince of Mirkwood beyond the Misty Mountains."
"Wait a minute. Legolas, if my father told you about me then he knew I was going to come to Middle-earth. Right?"
Legolas looked at her with realization. "That does make sense. But does he possess any power that would allow him to do such a thing?"
"Not that I know of. But then again, I can't really credit myself with knowing a whole lot."
At this, it was Legolas' turn to laugh. "I have already forgotten, your stay in Middle-earth has only been less than a couple of months, and your stay in Imladris much less. This must be most overwhelming for you."
Laura Meets Legolas
The man, whose name was Boromir, approached their group. "You carry the fate of us all, little one. If indeed this is the will of the Council, then Gondor shall see it done," he smiled.
They heard a shout and looked down. Samwise was standing below them, his head peeking out from between plants. He ran up beside Frodo to join them.
"Mr. Frodo's not going anywhere without me," he said as he crossed his arms in front of his chest.
"Indeed it his highly impossible to separate you two, even when he is summoned to a secret council and you are not," Elrond said slyly. Sam blushed.
She looked across the council to a hallway at the end. Merry and Pippin poked their heads out. "We're coming, too!" they shouted and ran up.
"You'd have to tie us up in a sack for us to stay home!" Merry said happily.
"Nine companions," said Elrond proudly. "Very well. I pronounce you the Fellowship of the Ring."
Laura smiled. This was kind of cool. Although she did know even less than the Hobbits about everything that was going on, she was excited to be going somewhere with everyone. But she had absolutely no idea what she was in store for.
That night, she wandered through Rivendell again, in a different dress that Arwen had let her wear. She wondered about the Elves. They were like nothing she'd ever seen. They were such beautiful, wise and graceful creatures. They weren't at all like short, funny-looking people like she had assumed. Most of them were much taller than her. And what about that one named Legolas who was now a member of the Fellowship? He was gorgeous. She blushed to even be thinking about him.
She sat down in the middle of the Hall of Fire, which was attached onto the Homely House. It was a quiet place with a fire always lit in the hearth. For the past few days there had been song in here fight after the evening feasts, but now it lay empty. She sighed. It was definitely beautiful here in Rivendell, and she didn't miss Earth so much as she looked around and sat back, content. There was no stress on her, and she hoped there wouldn't be for at least a short while. As she leaned her chin on her hands, her memory began to wander and she found herself thinking about the thing she regretted most...
(Flashback)
She was 12, sitting on a bridge high up in the trees on the planet of Endor. She was in the city of the Ewoks, and were preparing on the final destruction of the Death Star. Her father exited the small hut they had been inside, and she looked back at him. Something was distressing him. She knew he had just recently become a Jedi, and had also just found out that his father was Darth Vader.
"What's wrong?" she asked innocently.
He looked at her. He hadn't even realized she was there. He looked down and leaned on the railing of the bridge. "I'm leaving," he solemnly told her.
"Leaving? But we need you, you can't just decide to leave. Why? Where are you going?"
He sighed. "I'm going to find my father. I need to help him."
Her eyes widened. "You can't help him, he's been consumed by the Dark Side. Luke, think about this. He's too far gone."
He looked at her with stubborn determination. "There is still some good in him, I can feel it. Besides, if I don't go to him Han and Leia will die and I don't want to get in the way.
"Han and Leia will be fine!" she cried angrily. "I can't believe you're doing this, why don't you just stay here with us? I don't understand."
"I don't expect you to," he said calmly. "This is my destiny."
She stood up and glared at him. He was hopeless. He didn't even realize that she was his daughter, he couldn't even feel the love she had for him. "You know nothing about destiny. If trying to save your father from a path he freely chose is more important than choosing your own path, you're an idiot," she spat at him.
He looked confused by this, but angry. "If you can't understand..." he began, but he interrupted.
"I'll never understand you, father," she said as she turned and walked away.
"What?" He jogged after her, laying a hand on her shoulder. "Laura, what did you say?" he demanded softly.
She shook him off and began running, never to return. She was so angry that she ran until she was sure she'd lost him, and started to cry.
She was pulled back to reality, tears in her eyes. Someone was walking around just outside in the House. She sniffed, trying to hide the fact that she'd been crying. She hugged her knees to her chest and looked into the fire. Aragorn had told her that her father was dead, but she knew in her heart that he was still alive. But it was better if everyone else thought he was dead, even her. It was better than having a father who didn't care to find her.
She took a deep breath. "I'm an idiot, I should've just left him to live out his 'destiny'," she muttered.
"Did you say something, my lady?"
She looked up, startled. Legolas was standing next to her, looking down on her. He held out his hand to her and helped her up. "Forgive me for my intrusion, I did not mean to frighten you. There is a small matter I'd like to speak with you about, concerning your father."
She took a deep breath, still thinking about her father. He seemed to understand that she was lost in thought, so he patiently waited until her attention was focused on him again.
"I recognized you when I came to Rivendell. You are the daughter of Luke Skywalker, the last remaining Jedi," he continued.
"Yeah," she said. "Wait a second, how do you recognize me?"
"I knew your father, very well. I've spoken with him not but a couple of years ago. He showed me your face."
"What? You talked to him? So he IS alive! I knew it!"
"He is. He is in hiding, and risked his very life to communicate with me. My lady, he requested that I protect you."
She sighed. "Another temporary guardian so that he doesn't have to make an effort to seek out his only daughter. Well that's just wonderful. I'm sorry you had to get dragged into such a petty argument like this."
"My lady, it is no small matter that he requests of me. With all due respect, he informed me that the task would be quite difficult."
She laughed. "He's right about that. I can be a little headstrong, I guess. Are you sure you're up to this?"
He nodded. "Gandalf will be protecting you as well. And it will only be until we find a safe haven for you."
"I don't even know your name yet."
He bowed. "My apologies. My name is Legolas, prince of Mirkwood beyond the Misty Mountains."
"Wait a minute. Legolas, if my father told you about me then he knew I was going to come to Middle-earth. Right?"
Legolas looked at her with realization. "That does make sense. But does he possess any power that would allow him to do such a thing?"
"Not that I know of. But then again, I can't really credit myself with knowing a whole lot."
At this, it was Legolas' turn to laugh. "I have already forgotten, your stay in Middle-earth has only been less than a couple of months, and your stay in Imladris much less. This must be most overwhelming for you."