A/N: Sorry, I have a rather bad case of writer's block, but I did my best on this chapter. Also, a few questions to answer:
Aurelia Lothlorien - Elves can kiss for a VERY long time. They are immortal after all...
Em - yea, I liked them meeting over the sea and I was still going have them do that, but as you can see, they had their own ideas. In all seriousness, I pretty much did not write this fic. I would sit down at my computer and type whatever the characters told me too. **sigh** Oh well...
Spyke - yea, I liked Aiwë better, Star is a bit plain. So, I sort-of fixed it, read the chapter and you'll see what I mean.
That's it, here's the next chapter! =o)
~*Love Never Loses Hope*~
Chapter 14: Peace
Star awoke feeling refreshed and peaceful. It is all over, she thought with a smile. I have found Legolas and the war is over and won. Things are perfect...
Her thoughts were interrupted by Luingil hailing her from outside her tent. "Come, Gwath, it is time to get up!"
Star smiled. She may be Star-daughter, but Luingil still called her Gwath and she called him Rusc. Strider (whose real name she had been told was Aragorn) still called her Lady Shadow, and Legolas called her Aiwë.
Star sat up with a small groan, wincing as a streak of pain ran across her chest. Well, things are almost perfect, she thought sarcastically. "Coming, Rusc," she called, pulling on her cloak. Climbing to her feet, Star crept out of her tent. No sooner had she left it than Legolas appeared and wrapped his arms around her, planting a soft kiss on the tip of her nose.
"Maer aur, nîn meleth,"* he said with a smile.
"Good morning," she said sweetly.
"I suppose you will be riding Talbit when we set out?" he asked, releasing her from his embrace.
Star nodded and Legolas smiled, a mischievous twinkle in his grey eyes. "Gimli will be pleased, he and I have not had a chance to speak much since the battle."
Star cocked her head. "Who is Gimli?"
"My friend," Legolas replied, trying not to laugh.
Star narrowed her eyes suspiciously. "And why is that so funny?"
As if to answer her question, a Dwarf came striding up; the same Dwarf she had seen fighting by Legolas at the battle.
"Aiwë, this is Gimli," Legolas said with a broad smile.
The Dwarf bowed low, his beard sweeping the ground. "Gimli, Glóin's son, at your service."
"Elen síla lúmmen' omentíelvo,"** she replied smoothly. "I see now why you found it humorous," she added, glancing up at Legolas with a broad grin.
Gimli frowned. "I beg your pardon, milady?"
"It is nothing," she laughed. "And you may call me Star."
Before they could say any more, a trumpet sounded, signaling the tear down of the camp. Star stood next to Talbit as the army tore down tents and readied litters for the wounded. It was roughly an hour after dawn when the army was ready to march. Legolas rode up on a proud white horse, Gimli before him looking slightly uneasy. As they approached Star could hear them talking.
"...Do not tell me you are still afraid of heights," Legolas laughed.
"It is not heights I fear, rather being borne by this beast rather than my own feet," Gimli retorted.
Star smiled and shook her head, leaping gracefully onto Talbit's back. "You shall get used to it Master Dwarf," she said sweetly.
Gimli snorted and mumbled something under his breath. Another trumpet rang and the army set out, moving slowly for the sake of the wounded. Star closed her eyes, allowing the wind to caress her cheeks and blow playfully through her hair. She took a deep breath and opened bright sapphire eyes, shining like twin stars.
At last, peace.
* Maer aur, nîn meleth - 'Good morning, my love' in Sindarin.
** Elen síla lúmmen' omentíelvo - 'A star shines upon the hour of our meeting,' a standard Elvish greeting.
Ack, that was pretty bad, but I'm sorry, I have writer's block! ... correction, writer's MOUNTAIN. **sigh** Hm? Oh yea! **puts out cookie plate** Well, what do you think? I could add another chapter (relatively short) about their wedding and stuff, or do you want me to end it here? Please tell me... and sorry this so short and... not up to scratch. A curse upon writer's block!
Aurelia Lothlorien - Elves can kiss for a VERY long time. They are immortal after all...
Em - yea, I liked them meeting over the sea and I was still going have them do that, but as you can see, they had their own ideas. In all seriousness, I pretty much did not write this fic. I would sit down at my computer and type whatever the characters told me too. **sigh** Oh well...
Spyke - yea, I liked Aiwë better, Star is a bit plain. So, I sort-of fixed it, read the chapter and you'll see what I mean.
That's it, here's the next chapter! =o)
Chapter 14: Peace
Her thoughts were interrupted by Luingil hailing her from outside her tent. "Come, Gwath, it is time to get up!"
Star smiled. She may be Star-daughter, but Luingil still called her Gwath and she called him Rusc. Strider (whose real name she had been told was Aragorn) still called her Lady Shadow, and Legolas called her Aiwë.
Star sat up with a small groan, wincing as a streak of pain ran across her chest. Well, things are almost perfect, she thought sarcastically. "Coming, Rusc," she called, pulling on her cloak. Climbing to her feet, Star crept out of her tent. No sooner had she left it than Legolas appeared and wrapped his arms around her, planting a soft kiss on the tip of her nose.
"Maer aur, nîn meleth,"* he said with a smile.
"Good morning," she said sweetly.
"I suppose you will be riding Talbit when we set out?" he asked, releasing her from his embrace.
Star nodded and Legolas smiled, a mischievous twinkle in his grey eyes. "Gimli will be pleased, he and I have not had a chance to speak much since the battle."
Star cocked her head. "Who is Gimli?"
"My friend," Legolas replied, trying not to laugh.
Star narrowed her eyes suspiciously. "And why is that so funny?"
As if to answer her question, a Dwarf came striding up; the same Dwarf she had seen fighting by Legolas at the battle.
"Aiwë, this is Gimli," Legolas said with a broad smile.
The Dwarf bowed low, his beard sweeping the ground. "Gimli, Glóin's son, at your service."
"Elen síla lúmmen' omentíelvo,"** she replied smoothly. "I see now why you found it humorous," she added, glancing up at Legolas with a broad grin.
Gimli frowned. "I beg your pardon, milady?"
"It is nothing," she laughed. "And you may call me Star."
Before they could say any more, a trumpet sounded, signaling the tear down of the camp. Star stood next to Talbit as the army tore down tents and readied litters for the wounded. It was roughly an hour after dawn when the army was ready to march. Legolas rode up on a proud white horse, Gimli before him looking slightly uneasy. As they approached Star could hear them talking.
"...Do not tell me you are still afraid of heights," Legolas laughed.
"It is not heights I fear, rather being borne by this beast rather than my own feet," Gimli retorted.
Star smiled and shook her head, leaping gracefully onto Talbit's back. "You shall get used to it Master Dwarf," she said sweetly.
Gimli snorted and mumbled something under his breath. Another trumpet rang and the army set out, moving slowly for the sake of the wounded. Star closed her eyes, allowing the wind to caress her cheeks and blow playfully through her hair. She took a deep breath and opened bright sapphire eyes, shining like twin stars.
At last, peace.
* Maer aur, nîn meleth - 'Good morning, my love' in Sindarin.
** Elen síla lúmmen' omentíelvo - 'A star shines upon the hour of our meeting,' a standard Elvish greeting.
Ack, that was pretty bad, but I'm sorry, I have writer's block! ... correction, writer's MOUNTAIN. **sigh** Hm? Oh yea! **puts out cookie plate** Well, what do you think? I could add another chapter (relatively short) about their wedding and stuff, or do you want me to end it here? Please tell me... and sorry this so short and... not up to scratch. A curse upon writer's block!