The wind cut like a knife down the back of Adele's tunic. The rain beat
down upon her body as her brunette braids whipped her tender face. Her
hands we're marred with raw cuts from hail, and her legs were sorely tired
from putting strength into every small step. She held a nimble hand to
shield her eyes, and deftly scanned the horizon for a sign of someone -
anyone. She felt her foot catch on something, and the cold slick ground
rushed up to meet her. Turning around to the face of the strong wind, Adele
began to crawl on her hands and knees to find what she had stumbled upon.
She could make out a dark silhouette of a large object, at least 6 feet in
length. Bitter fog settled around her, clouding her vision as she grasped
for the object, weakly pulling it towards her. It rolled on it's side and
Adele could make out the faint glow of it's.. it's face.
"LEGOLAS!" She screamed blindly into the night, an ebony curtain surrounding her eyes as the sought out her surroundings. Adele's face dripped with sweat as her clammy hands attempted to wipe her placidly pale face. She bolted upright, a drape fluttered lazily in the wind, letting a sliver of moonlight seep through the broad window. Her distressed olive orbs dilated, making out the shrouded outline of her vast room. She shakily felt her way to the wardrobe resting against the back of the wall and located her riding boots and heavy cloak. Adele slipped as inaudibly as only an elf could out the palace entrance and to the courtyard stables. No waking eyes had spotted the darkly clad figure gallop outside the palace boundaries against the faint glow of the rising sun.
He was on foot now, trekking through the outskirts of the Lothlorien forest. Legolas was alone, but he was free. That was his dream. Except for the lonely part. It had been eating away at him for hours, why didn't he let Adele come with him? She could at least have kept him company. Legolas slowly came up to the edge of a small pond. He looked towards the water, tempted to brush his fingers over the glassy surface, to ripple the perfect imperfection. Legolas continued to search his mind for the correct definition of 'beauty'. That which is in the eye of the beholder. He had heard the definition once before from an elder; Any of those qualities of objects, sounds emotional or intellectual concepts, behavior, etc. that gratify or arouse admiration to a high degree, especially by the perfection or form resulting from the harmonious combination of diverse elements in unity. His thoughts turned to Adele. Different, loud, abrasive and warm, to others she seemed to dim and darken when beside the elfin prince. But then again, most did. Quick witted, gentle, forgiving, wonderful Adele.
Another definition of beauty.
Legolas drew his dangerous thoughts from her, back to finding a way out of the trees. He must be cautious. It would be too easy to fall into the depths of the shadows.
Too easy to slip and fall into the tossing current of all that she was.
Adele dismounted her horse on the edge of a dark forest. She began to weave her way through the lush plant life, all the while thinking of ways to give Legolas a piece of her mind. Her keen eyes examined the scenery hoping to herself to find the blonde haired Adonis. There she stood, tracing a path into the welcoming emptiness that filled her soul, like wind howling and echoing through the crumbling ruins of a castle...
And she was the great stone mansions banshee.
Adele sighed, twirling her fingers around her velvety auburn braids, pushing back a stray hair with a slender finger.
Her booted foot splashed gently, and she looked down into a rippling pool of crystal blue before her.
So much like his eyes.
The surface calmed, the ripples smoothing like melting glass, and she gazed upon the unwelcome wavering reflection of herself. The one word instantly coming to mind was incomplete: Not complete; imperfect. Lacking in certain parts.
Was that her? Was that the emptiness she felt? Being incomplete?
She was angry and hurt. Bitter and ugly...
And so weak...So very weak...
To be feeling like this. To be so self-absorbed. She felt even uglier then before.
Furious, she swiped at her water image, splashing herself with more than salty tears.
Incomplete...Imperfect...
Lacking...
Yes, she thought, as she sadly watched the reflection blur across the crystalline sheen.
Lacking and alone.
The day proceeded as Legolas wandered with no route in mind. He was traveling to enjoy himself, yet somehow he was not. The tall wisp of a girl he had left behind on that star filled night plagued him with misgivings. He escaped the strict life he was forced into to get away from earthly cares. However this was not helping him at all. He quickened his pace as dusk was slowly creeping upon him from behind the trees.
The setting sun cast a long shadow on Adele as she reclined on a sturdy branch. It rested high above the forest and gave her a clear lookout on the foliage, and heard a twig crack close to her. A leave lazily fell and rested on her bare shoulder. She cast it aside and caught a glimpse of gold in the setting sun. But it wasn't sunlight. it was. him.
Legolas was walking towards her, although he had not yet spotted her above him, he wasn't exactly looking for her anyway. As she cast the stray leaf aside, it landed noiselessly at his light feet. He reached for his bow and with a sharp twang let a swift arrow fly. Someone fell from the tree, but landed softly on their two feet, holding his arrow in their hands. In her hands. There she stood, hair glinting in the sinking sun, looking more like a Celtic goddess than a woodland elf.
"Why didn't you come back for me?" she whispered.
"I didn't think you wanted me too."
"You didn't want yourself too," Adele said coldly.
It cut Legolas to the core to see her like this, he had turned her against him, she his one true friend. His one true..
She didn't mean to be so harsh, and the silence between them was deafening.
"I'm sorry Legolas."
"No, don't be, you're right. I didn't want to come back for you because."
Agony tore at her heart before he could finished his sentence, crushing the gentle depths of her soul with a bony fist of torture as she sank to the ground on her knees. The lost elf and the shadow at odds with the world, each hidden beyond mountains of shame. Adele didn't notice as he pivoted and walked deeper into the forest. "Because I'm afraid of the truth, afraid and lost. Afraid and lost. Afraid and lost," he repeated his mantra until it vanished in the wind. He turned around and watched her, as she furiously brushed at the oncoming tears. Looking hurt and angry and beautiful.
Legolas was remembering her light as he watched her...The light that could saved him.
He had taken her for granted, he realized, and it pained him to watch her in such distress over him, who didn't even deserve her. Legolas sighed, looking up at her from beneath golden hair.
"Adele...You know that I had no time...It was all or nothing."
Biting her lip, the girl winced.
"Then it should have been nothing!"
At Adele's now angry protestations, Legolas looked ashamed.
" I've played out this scene over and over in my head, but with you conscious and listening to me, this is even harder," she said softly, almost to herself.
Her courage faltered at his silence, but she continued despite her anxiety.
"I love everything about you Legolas. And even though I know I'm ugly, abrasive, awkward and different...I had hoped that maybe one day-"
"I would love you to."
****This is not the end!!****
"LEGOLAS!" She screamed blindly into the night, an ebony curtain surrounding her eyes as the sought out her surroundings. Adele's face dripped with sweat as her clammy hands attempted to wipe her placidly pale face. She bolted upright, a drape fluttered lazily in the wind, letting a sliver of moonlight seep through the broad window. Her distressed olive orbs dilated, making out the shrouded outline of her vast room. She shakily felt her way to the wardrobe resting against the back of the wall and located her riding boots and heavy cloak. Adele slipped as inaudibly as only an elf could out the palace entrance and to the courtyard stables. No waking eyes had spotted the darkly clad figure gallop outside the palace boundaries against the faint glow of the rising sun.
He was on foot now, trekking through the outskirts of the Lothlorien forest. Legolas was alone, but he was free. That was his dream. Except for the lonely part. It had been eating away at him for hours, why didn't he let Adele come with him? She could at least have kept him company. Legolas slowly came up to the edge of a small pond. He looked towards the water, tempted to brush his fingers over the glassy surface, to ripple the perfect imperfection. Legolas continued to search his mind for the correct definition of 'beauty'. That which is in the eye of the beholder. He had heard the definition once before from an elder; Any of those qualities of objects, sounds emotional or intellectual concepts, behavior, etc. that gratify or arouse admiration to a high degree, especially by the perfection or form resulting from the harmonious combination of diverse elements in unity. His thoughts turned to Adele. Different, loud, abrasive and warm, to others she seemed to dim and darken when beside the elfin prince. But then again, most did. Quick witted, gentle, forgiving, wonderful Adele.
Another definition of beauty.
Legolas drew his dangerous thoughts from her, back to finding a way out of the trees. He must be cautious. It would be too easy to fall into the depths of the shadows.
Too easy to slip and fall into the tossing current of all that she was.
Adele dismounted her horse on the edge of a dark forest. She began to weave her way through the lush plant life, all the while thinking of ways to give Legolas a piece of her mind. Her keen eyes examined the scenery hoping to herself to find the blonde haired Adonis. There she stood, tracing a path into the welcoming emptiness that filled her soul, like wind howling and echoing through the crumbling ruins of a castle...
And she was the great stone mansions banshee.
Adele sighed, twirling her fingers around her velvety auburn braids, pushing back a stray hair with a slender finger.
Her booted foot splashed gently, and she looked down into a rippling pool of crystal blue before her.
So much like his eyes.
The surface calmed, the ripples smoothing like melting glass, and she gazed upon the unwelcome wavering reflection of herself. The one word instantly coming to mind was incomplete: Not complete; imperfect. Lacking in certain parts.
Was that her? Was that the emptiness she felt? Being incomplete?
She was angry and hurt. Bitter and ugly...
And so weak...So very weak...
To be feeling like this. To be so self-absorbed. She felt even uglier then before.
Furious, she swiped at her water image, splashing herself with more than salty tears.
Incomplete...Imperfect...
Lacking...
Yes, she thought, as she sadly watched the reflection blur across the crystalline sheen.
Lacking and alone.
The day proceeded as Legolas wandered with no route in mind. He was traveling to enjoy himself, yet somehow he was not. The tall wisp of a girl he had left behind on that star filled night plagued him with misgivings. He escaped the strict life he was forced into to get away from earthly cares. However this was not helping him at all. He quickened his pace as dusk was slowly creeping upon him from behind the trees.
The setting sun cast a long shadow on Adele as she reclined on a sturdy branch. It rested high above the forest and gave her a clear lookout on the foliage, and heard a twig crack close to her. A leave lazily fell and rested on her bare shoulder. She cast it aside and caught a glimpse of gold in the setting sun. But it wasn't sunlight. it was. him.
Legolas was walking towards her, although he had not yet spotted her above him, he wasn't exactly looking for her anyway. As she cast the stray leaf aside, it landed noiselessly at his light feet. He reached for his bow and with a sharp twang let a swift arrow fly. Someone fell from the tree, but landed softly on their two feet, holding his arrow in their hands. In her hands. There she stood, hair glinting in the sinking sun, looking more like a Celtic goddess than a woodland elf.
"Why didn't you come back for me?" she whispered.
"I didn't think you wanted me too."
"You didn't want yourself too," Adele said coldly.
It cut Legolas to the core to see her like this, he had turned her against him, she his one true friend. His one true..
She didn't mean to be so harsh, and the silence between them was deafening.
"I'm sorry Legolas."
"No, don't be, you're right. I didn't want to come back for you because."
Agony tore at her heart before he could finished his sentence, crushing the gentle depths of her soul with a bony fist of torture as she sank to the ground on her knees. The lost elf and the shadow at odds with the world, each hidden beyond mountains of shame. Adele didn't notice as he pivoted and walked deeper into the forest. "Because I'm afraid of the truth, afraid and lost. Afraid and lost. Afraid and lost," he repeated his mantra until it vanished in the wind. He turned around and watched her, as she furiously brushed at the oncoming tears. Looking hurt and angry and beautiful.
Legolas was remembering her light as he watched her...The light that could saved him.
He had taken her for granted, he realized, and it pained him to watch her in such distress over him, who didn't even deserve her. Legolas sighed, looking up at her from beneath golden hair.
"Adele...You know that I had no time...It was all or nothing."
Biting her lip, the girl winced.
"Then it should have been nothing!"
At Adele's now angry protestations, Legolas looked ashamed.
" I've played out this scene over and over in my head, but with you conscious and listening to me, this is even harder," she said softly, almost to herself.
Her courage faltered at his silence, but she continued despite her anxiety.
"I love everything about you Legolas. And even though I know I'm ugly, abrasive, awkward and different...I had hoped that maybe one day-"
"I would love you to."
****This is not the end!!****
