A/N- Wow. People actually reviewed! :eyes bug out: Amazing! Well, I
hope this story turns out nice and that more and more nice people will
review! Waaaaai!!!! And who's the best and most handsome and cute of them
all? Legoras!!!! By the way people, the Shiara in my other story, and
this one do not share the same name by intention.
Shiara: Um...Dragonfire-sama, you spelled his name wrong.
Ray: It's Legolas. No 'r'.
Dragonfire: Ack! I'm sorry! Legolas!!!! :hugs the elf: You're so kawaii!!!
Legolas: ....gak....:choking:
Since for some reason, my bolds and italics won't work, here is the key.
''-speaking
-Flashback
{}-thoughts
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
'Mirkwood, Mirkwood!'
'Elf! Can you not stay quiet? We cannot be sure that there are not scouts around.'
Aragorn smiled. 'Let him sing Gimli. It is good to see him so light- hearted. He is going home. Let us at least try to share his happiness.'
Gimli snorted. 'Happiness indeed. The very forests where my father Gloin was captured and he expects me to not be worried!' He looked around, ax ready in his hand, apprehensive. To him, the woods seemed dark and menacing. He could not understand why his friend was so full of joy.
'Mirkwood, Mirkwood!' Legolas sang again. The soft steady chant that he kept up hand no particular words, just a tune of his home's name, sung over and over again.
After all the steady toils and trials of destroying the ring, the remaining members had decided to stop by Legolas's home, after the invitation had been extended by the Elven prince. Everyone was eager to visit the elf's home, all save Gimli, who was still haunted by his father's stories of Mirkwood.
'What if the elves throw me into prison? Then what would the 'o singing one' do, eh?
'Close your jabbering mouth Gimli!' said Aragorn sternly.
'Really though,' Pippin said thoughtfully, walking along. 'Do you think he's hoping to see a lover perhaps? He's positively...giddy!'
Gimli gave himself an inward smirk. Shiara! Shiara! An elven-maid there was of old... He could understand perfectly why Pippin was asking. The normally calm and quiet elf was now running ahead, with the wind blowing through his blonde hair, his fair face shining with a joyous light, the happiness radiating from his grey eyes.
{Well my friend, Legolas. I do hope you find your maiden. It is a rare treat to see you so happy.}
And they continued on, through the woods, Legolas in the lead.
~~~~
'Where is that acursed elf?' Gimli snarled. 'Where has he disappeared off too? I shall chop his head off with my axe when we find him!'
'Peace, Gimli.' Aragorn frowned. 'It is not like him to vanish off like that.'
'When I find him, I'll--'
'Enough!'
High up in the trees a figure turned to one of his kindred beside him. 'What do you think, Galier?'
The other scowled. 'There is a dwarf. That's reason enough for us to capture them. And he is threatening an elf, though we do not see him.'
'Nay, Galier,' said the other, watching the group walk on, 'Be not so hasty! The man seems harmless.' He sighed in amazement. 'And Halflings! What is the meaning of such a group wandering through our woods?'
The one called Galier scowled again. 'Then at the very least, we should question them. They have not a reason to be walking so aimlessly through our territory.'
The captain nodded. 'Agreed.'
Down on the ground, the company walked on, oblivious that they were being watched. Then, Aragorn stood still. 'Stop.' he said, looking hard through the thick trees. 'We are being watched.'
Then suddenly, every member of the company found themselves staring into a sharp arrow point. As if it was a vision, eight pale men, each with an arrow strung on a bow, surrounded the company.
'Elves, Mr. Frodo!' said Sam unnecessarily.
The one facing Aragorn unstrung his bow but did not release his hold on it. 'Who are you and why had thou come unto the forests of Mirkwood?'
Calmly, he replied, without blinking. 'I am Aragorn, son of Arathorn. We are travelers, following the lead of an elf in our company. He was leading us to Mirkwood but we have lost him for now.'
Galier stared long and hard at Gimli. 'And that was the elf that the dwarf was threatening.'
'A threat amongst friends,' cut in Aragorn smoothly. 'The two would have never harmed eachother.'
'So you say,' the elf said coldly. 'Dwarf!' he said suddenly. 'What was the name of the elf?'
Gimli stared back, his chin stuck out belligerently. 'He was--Legolas Greenleaf.'
At the name, the elves immediately relaxed their bow strings, though not letting them go. Seemingly ignoring the company, they started talking amongst themselves in hushed whispers.
'Liars!' Galier said harshly to Gimli. 'Do not dishonour our prince in that way! He has not been seen in these areas for many a season now. It is treason to lie and use our prince's name in that way!'
The arrows came up again and Merry and Pippin gulped. Gimli was beside himself in fury. 'Tis no lie!' he raged. 'I know not where Legolas is at the moment, but he was traveling with us!'
'Liar!' Galier shouted again. 'Yours shall be the first head I cut off Dwarf!'
'Stop!' A figure jumped off an overhanging tree branch and landed lightly behind the dwarf. 'They are right, stop Galier!'
The elves dropped their bows in unison, staring at Legolas, as if he were a ghost. Linel, the captain choked. 'Your-Highness!' he exclaimed. 'Legolas!'
Gimli smirked. 'Well! I hope that is evidence enough for you to believe me now!'
All the elves quickly dropped to their knees, bowing. The elf walked over to the captain, and raised him up, embracing him. Smiling, he said, 'These are my friends Linel. I have been traveling with them for a while now. Pray tell, why you were acting so hostile to them?'
'Apologies, your Highness,' said Linel again bowing low. 'The King, your father's orders.'
Legolas nodded gravely, then raised his hand. 'Rise, my kindred.'
The elves did rise, but not before kissing his feet and embracing him.
'Well now, I understand why 'the Highness' wanted to come back so badly,' said Pippin to Merry. 'He must get the Royal Treatment here!'
'Aye,' Merry said. 'People bowing to him all the time, I wish I was a prince!'
Linel heard the hobbits' remarks, smiled, but decided not to comment. 'Legolas, we shall escort you all to Mirkwood. Everyone will be joyous when they know you live.'
Galier grinned. 'A feast Legolas! It is the Lady's birthday! And now, your homecoming!' then he frowned. 'But what of the others and the dwarf?'
'They will come with us. Including the 'dwarf', for he is my close friend.' Then Legolas appeared to realize what Galier had said first. Taking him by the shoulders and shaking him, he yelped, 'The Lady! The Lady! Is she well? Is she happy? It's her birthday???'
Then without waiting for an answer, he dashed off, feet light on the forest floor. 'Come, come! To Mirkwood!'
Gimli rolled his eyes. 'Fool elves.'
~~~~~~
'Ah...' Sam leaned back, patting his stomach in contentment. 'This Elven fair is really filling.'
'Yes, but I don't think Master Legolas has been able to eat.' Pippin nodded towards the prince. 'He's been up there the whole time.'
Gimli snorted. 'His Lordship,' he accented this with undisguised sarcasm, 'needs to greet his subjects after all.' Secretly though, he was happy for his friend as he watched the prince greet numerous elves. He watched with a tiny smile, invisible behind his thick beard as Legolas bent his head and allowed many elders to kiss his brow.
He had just started draining his wine goblet when the huge doors to the banquet hall opened. Everyone's head turned toward the doors as a female stepped in. She was obviously an Elven maiden, for her face was fair, though flushed. The one thing different about her from the other maidens in the hall, was that her hair was long and black, black as the night. Clear blue eyes shone anxiously from her face.
She nodded her head to everyone who smiled slightly. 'I apologize, my kindred. But one of my arrows went into the trees and I had to retrieve it. Then-' she trailed off, looking sheepish.
The captain of the guards that had taken the company to Mirkwood, Linel, got up and took her hand. 'It is fine, sister. Come, your birthday feast. And look, who has come back!'
'Oh, who?'
Gimli turned his attention back to Legolas. Who at the moment, was transfixed by the girl. The wine glass he had in his hand was slowly being crushed to bits, and then it broke, clanging to the floor. The girl snapped her head and seemed to see him for the first time.
Gimli watched as both Legolas's and the girl's eyes widened.
'It can't be.' she whispered. 'Legolas.' Then closing her eyes, she cried out in happiness, and ran to him, amidst the crowd of smiling fair faces. 'Legolas!'
His arms open wide in an embrace, she flung herself against his chest, sobbing with joy. 'You're here, you're here, you're here.' she repeated again and again.
'Shiara.' he murmured against her hair, as his eyes automatically closed, as the sweet berry scent drifted up to his sensitive nostrils. His arms unconsciously tightened around her waist. 'Of course.'
The two were oblivious to the atmosphere around them; the rest of the elves smiling and beaming at eachother, Gloin smirking, Pippin and Merry poking eachother with knowing grins.
'I thought, I thought,' she whispered, tears sliding down her cheeks. 'That you had left me.that I would never see you again.Legolas.'
'No!' he said softly and forcefully. 'I would never leave you! Never.'
'No.' she murmured. Then she abruptly realized what the situation must look like. Her ears immediately burned red and to save face she quickly broke out of his embrace. Grabbing his ear, she yelled angrily, eyes flashing playfully.
'LEGOLAS! Do you KNOW how worried we've all been??? Do you KNOW???? And YOU! Leaving without ME! WHERE have YOU BEEEEEEEN??????'
Gimli and the rest of the company were blinking cluelessly, surprised that the prince would let someone do that to himself. The rest of the elves in the hall were laughing and grinning at the spectacle of the maiden yelling and twisting his ear, while the prince yelped and gulped out apologies.
Frodo leaned over to Linel. 'Beg pardon, but who is that? I've never seen anybody yell at him, but he doesn't seem angry.' This was true. Though the lady was jerking his ear around-which must be painful, Frodo thought- Legolas was doing nothing to stop her. His face had a comical look on it, and he looked anything but angry. Pleased was more like it.
A smile broke out on the pale face of Linel. Brushing back his long pale hair, he said, 'That is my adopted sister, the Lady Shiara Dewfire.'
Gimli turned around sharply. 'Shiara.?'
He smiled again, apparently not caring anymore that Gimli was a dwarf. 'Yes, my good dwarf! She and Prince Legolas have long been friends.' Then he looked uncomfortable. 'And I do apologize about earlier. One must be careful when dealing in these woods. Your name, friend?'
Gimli looked surprised, though hiding most of it under his bushy brow. 'Gimli,' he finally said, gruffly.
After that a round of introductions took place ending when Pippin asked, 'Friends, you said? That hug did not look friendly.'
At this, Linel grinned. 'Well, the two love each other deeply, though neither will admit it. Galier and I have been trying to make them realize that for YEARS.' He glanced at the company. 'Any of you want to help us?'
~~~~~
In the front, the two were oblivious to what the rest of their friends were saying. 'AND FURTHERMORE-'
An amused voice came out from behind them. 'That will be sufficient Shiara, thank you.'
Smiling, the maiden stepped backwards as a figure stepped toward the prince. Legolas gasped. 'Father!'
He bent his head as King Thranduil kissed his brow and lifted his chin. 'Legolas, my son. You came back at a time when you were most needed.'
Legolas raised his head. 'Needed?'
The King sighed. 'It is time.that the throne will come to you. Legolas, you-must take my place and become king of Mirkwood.'
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A/N- @.@ Overkill. :Dragonfire falls over: I worked really hard on this chapter even though it still sucks like crap. Honestly, I'm surprised I even got reviews on the first one. But still, please keep reviewing! The story will get better, I promise!!! I know the elves are way out of character. They're certainly not polite enough. If you have any suggestions, please stick it in the review! Please keep reading and--- REVIEW!!!
Shiara: Um...Dragonfire-sama, you spelled his name wrong.
Ray: It's Legolas. No 'r'.
Dragonfire: Ack! I'm sorry! Legolas!!!! :hugs the elf: You're so kawaii!!!
Legolas: ....gak....:choking:
Since for some reason, my bolds and italics won't work, here is the key.
''-speaking
-Flashback
{}-thoughts
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
'Mirkwood, Mirkwood!'
'Elf! Can you not stay quiet? We cannot be sure that there are not scouts around.'
Aragorn smiled. 'Let him sing Gimli. It is good to see him so light- hearted. He is going home. Let us at least try to share his happiness.'
Gimli snorted. 'Happiness indeed. The very forests where my father Gloin was captured and he expects me to not be worried!' He looked around, ax ready in his hand, apprehensive. To him, the woods seemed dark and menacing. He could not understand why his friend was so full of joy.
'Mirkwood, Mirkwood!' Legolas sang again. The soft steady chant that he kept up hand no particular words, just a tune of his home's name, sung over and over again.
After all the steady toils and trials of destroying the ring, the remaining members had decided to stop by Legolas's home, after the invitation had been extended by the Elven prince. Everyone was eager to visit the elf's home, all save Gimli, who was still haunted by his father's stories of Mirkwood.
'What if the elves throw me into prison? Then what would the 'o singing one' do, eh?
'Close your jabbering mouth Gimli!' said Aragorn sternly.
'Really though,' Pippin said thoughtfully, walking along. 'Do you think he's hoping to see a lover perhaps? He's positively...giddy!'
Gimli gave himself an inward smirk. Shiara! Shiara! An elven-maid there was of old... He could understand perfectly why Pippin was asking. The normally calm and quiet elf was now running ahead, with the wind blowing through his blonde hair, his fair face shining with a joyous light, the happiness radiating from his grey eyes.
{Well my friend, Legolas. I do hope you find your maiden. It is a rare treat to see you so happy.}
And they continued on, through the woods, Legolas in the lead.
~~~~
'Where is that acursed elf?' Gimli snarled. 'Where has he disappeared off too? I shall chop his head off with my axe when we find him!'
'Peace, Gimli.' Aragorn frowned. 'It is not like him to vanish off like that.'
'When I find him, I'll--'
'Enough!'
High up in the trees a figure turned to one of his kindred beside him. 'What do you think, Galier?'
The other scowled. 'There is a dwarf. That's reason enough for us to capture them. And he is threatening an elf, though we do not see him.'
'Nay, Galier,' said the other, watching the group walk on, 'Be not so hasty! The man seems harmless.' He sighed in amazement. 'And Halflings! What is the meaning of such a group wandering through our woods?'
The one called Galier scowled again. 'Then at the very least, we should question them. They have not a reason to be walking so aimlessly through our territory.'
The captain nodded. 'Agreed.'
Down on the ground, the company walked on, oblivious that they were being watched. Then, Aragorn stood still. 'Stop.' he said, looking hard through the thick trees. 'We are being watched.'
Then suddenly, every member of the company found themselves staring into a sharp arrow point. As if it was a vision, eight pale men, each with an arrow strung on a bow, surrounded the company.
'Elves, Mr. Frodo!' said Sam unnecessarily.
The one facing Aragorn unstrung his bow but did not release his hold on it. 'Who are you and why had thou come unto the forests of Mirkwood?'
Calmly, he replied, without blinking. 'I am Aragorn, son of Arathorn. We are travelers, following the lead of an elf in our company. He was leading us to Mirkwood but we have lost him for now.'
Galier stared long and hard at Gimli. 'And that was the elf that the dwarf was threatening.'
'A threat amongst friends,' cut in Aragorn smoothly. 'The two would have never harmed eachother.'
'So you say,' the elf said coldly. 'Dwarf!' he said suddenly. 'What was the name of the elf?'
Gimli stared back, his chin stuck out belligerently. 'He was--Legolas Greenleaf.'
At the name, the elves immediately relaxed their bow strings, though not letting them go. Seemingly ignoring the company, they started talking amongst themselves in hushed whispers.
'Liars!' Galier said harshly to Gimli. 'Do not dishonour our prince in that way! He has not been seen in these areas for many a season now. It is treason to lie and use our prince's name in that way!'
The arrows came up again and Merry and Pippin gulped. Gimli was beside himself in fury. 'Tis no lie!' he raged. 'I know not where Legolas is at the moment, but he was traveling with us!'
'Liar!' Galier shouted again. 'Yours shall be the first head I cut off Dwarf!'
'Stop!' A figure jumped off an overhanging tree branch and landed lightly behind the dwarf. 'They are right, stop Galier!'
The elves dropped their bows in unison, staring at Legolas, as if he were a ghost. Linel, the captain choked. 'Your-Highness!' he exclaimed. 'Legolas!'
Gimli smirked. 'Well! I hope that is evidence enough for you to believe me now!'
All the elves quickly dropped to their knees, bowing. The elf walked over to the captain, and raised him up, embracing him. Smiling, he said, 'These are my friends Linel. I have been traveling with them for a while now. Pray tell, why you were acting so hostile to them?'
'Apologies, your Highness,' said Linel again bowing low. 'The King, your father's orders.'
Legolas nodded gravely, then raised his hand. 'Rise, my kindred.'
The elves did rise, but not before kissing his feet and embracing him.
'Well now, I understand why 'the Highness' wanted to come back so badly,' said Pippin to Merry. 'He must get the Royal Treatment here!'
'Aye,' Merry said. 'People bowing to him all the time, I wish I was a prince!'
Linel heard the hobbits' remarks, smiled, but decided not to comment. 'Legolas, we shall escort you all to Mirkwood. Everyone will be joyous when they know you live.'
Galier grinned. 'A feast Legolas! It is the Lady's birthday! And now, your homecoming!' then he frowned. 'But what of the others and the dwarf?'
'They will come with us. Including the 'dwarf', for he is my close friend.' Then Legolas appeared to realize what Galier had said first. Taking him by the shoulders and shaking him, he yelped, 'The Lady! The Lady! Is she well? Is she happy? It's her birthday???'
Then without waiting for an answer, he dashed off, feet light on the forest floor. 'Come, come! To Mirkwood!'
Gimli rolled his eyes. 'Fool elves.'
~~~~~~
'Ah...' Sam leaned back, patting his stomach in contentment. 'This Elven fair is really filling.'
'Yes, but I don't think Master Legolas has been able to eat.' Pippin nodded towards the prince. 'He's been up there the whole time.'
Gimli snorted. 'His Lordship,' he accented this with undisguised sarcasm, 'needs to greet his subjects after all.' Secretly though, he was happy for his friend as he watched the prince greet numerous elves. He watched with a tiny smile, invisible behind his thick beard as Legolas bent his head and allowed many elders to kiss his brow.
He had just started draining his wine goblet when the huge doors to the banquet hall opened. Everyone's head turned toward the doors as a female stepped in. She was obviously an Elven maiden, for her face was fair, though flushed. The one thing different about her from the other maidens in the hall, was that her hair was long and black, black as the night. Clear blue eyes shone anxiously from her face.
She nodded her head to everyone who smiled slightly. 'I apologize, my kindred. But one of my arrows went into the trees and I had to retrieve it. Then-' she trailed off, looking sheepish.
The captain of the guards that had taken the company to Mirkwood, Linel, got up and took her hand. 'It is fine, sister. Come, your birthday feast. And look, who has come back!'
'Oh, who?'
Gimli turned his attention back to Legolas. Who at the moment, was transfixed by the girl. The wine glass he had in his hand was slowly being crushed to bits, and then it broke, clanging to the floor. The girl snapped her head and seemed to see him for the first time.
Gimli watched as both Legolas's and the girl's eyes widened.
'It can't be.' she whispered. 'Legolas.' Then closing her eyes, she cried out in happiness, and ran to him, amidst the crowd of smiling fair faces. 'Legolas!'
His arms open wide in an embrace, she flung herself against his chest, sobbing with joy. 'You're here, you're here, you're here.' she repeated again and again.
'Shiara.' he murmured against her hair, as his eyes automatically closed, as the sweet berry scent drifted up to his sensitive nostrils. His arms unconsciously tightened around her waist. 'Of course.'
The two were oblivious to the atmosphere around them; the rest of the elves smiling and beaming at eachother, Gloin smirking, Pippin and Merry poking eachother with knowing grins.
'I thought, I thought,' she whispered, tears sliding down her cheeks. 'That you had left me.that I would never see you again.Legolas.'
'No!' he said softly and forcefully. 'I would never leave you! Never.'
'No.' she murmured. Then she abruptly realized what the situation must look like. Her ears immediately burned red and to save face she quickly broke out of his embrace. Grabbing his ear, she yelled angrily, eyes flashing playfully.
'LEGOLAS! Do you KNOW how worried we've all been??? Do you KNOW???? And YOU! Leaving without ME! WHERE have YOU BEEEEEEEN??????'
Gimli and the rest of the company were blinking cluelessly, surprised that the prince would let someone do that to himself. The rest of the elves in the hall were laughing and grinning at the spectacle of the maiden yelling and twisting his ear, while the prince yelped and gulped out apologies.
Frodo leaned over to Linel. 'Beg pardon, but who is that? I've never seen anybody yell at him, but he doesn't seem angry.' This was true. Though the lady was jerking his ear around-which must be painful, Frodo thought- Legolas was doing nothing to stop her. His face had a comical look on it, and he looked anything but angry. Pleased was more like it.
A smile broke out on the pale face of Linel. Brushing back his long pale hair, he said, 'That is my adopted sister, the Lady Shiara Dewfire.'
Gimli turned around sharply. 'Shiara.?'
He smiled again, apparently not caring anymore that Gimli was a dwarf. 'Yes, my good dwarf! She and Prince Legolas have long been friends.' Then he looked uncomfortable. 'And I do apologize about earlier. One must be careful when dealing in these woods. Your name, friend?'
Gimli looked surprised, though hiding most of it under his bushy brow. 'Gimli,' he finally said, gruffly.
After that a round of introductions took place ending when Pippin asked, 'Friends, you said? That hug did not look friendly.'
At this, Linel grinned. 'Well, the two love each other deeply, though neither will admit it. Galier and I have been trying to make them realize that for YEARS.' He glanced at the company. 'Any of you want to help us?'
~~~~~
In the front, the two were oblivious to what the rest of their friends were saying. 'AND FURTHERMORE-'
An amused voice came out from behind them. 'That will be sufficient Shiara, thank you.'
Smiling, the maiden stepped backwards as a figure stepped toward the prince. Legolas gasped. 'Father!'
He bent his head as King Thranduil kissed his brow and lifted his chin. 'Legolas, my son. You came back at a time when you were most needed.'
Legolas raised his head. 'Needed?'
The King sighed. 'It is time.that the throne will come to you. Legolas, you-must take my place and become king of Mirkwood.'
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A/N- @.@ Overkill. :Dragonfire falls over: I worked really hard on this chapter even though it still sucks like crap. Honestly, I'm surprised I even got reviews on the first one. But still, please keep reviewing! The story will get better, I promise!!! I know the elves are way out of character. They're certainly not polite enough. If you have any suggestions, please stick it in the review! Please keep reading and--- REVIEW!!!
