Ideas keep roaming in my mind. I have to write it to relief myself. Sigh..
now I could surely use writer's block. But if no one reviews, I'll keeep
the ideas to myself.
Part V: The Prince Returned
~Estella~
"He is a Galadrim and his name is Erundome, my Lord. He was my first love and forever shall be my love." I turned my back, avoiding Glorfindel's eyes.
"What happened to him? Why don't he come to see you? "
"He sailed away. He couldn't resist the calling of the sea. He promised me he would return to me and I shall wait for him faithfully. Now, if you excuse me my Lord. I must go. I have a lot of work tomorrow." I excused myself and ran.
I lied to him. It was true I loved Erundome deeply, but as a brother. He would never come back because he didn't sail away. He was murdered by the Orcs and died in my arms. He didn't want any of his parents die of grief and asked to me to bury him in the wood and tell everyone he went sailing. Only Galadriel knew the truth for I couldn't hide anything from her prying eyes.
I just didn't want to get into more trouble. Legolas and I never tried to hide our friendship. We never bothered about what other people think about us. But now its different. Its Glorfindel and he wanted me to be his wife. Besides, I didn't love Legolas.
Or did I?
Well, that didn't matter. No time for love.
I worked and worked. The war of the Ring brought so many victims. The Healing Rooms were always full. The Last Homely House had been transformed into Healing House. ( it would be hospital in our world). Not all patients were Elves. I insisted on treating the other races as well and I didn't discriminate. I even treated Dwarves. None of my fellow Elves willing to treat injured dwarves and nothing I did could make them change their mind. I couldn't ask more from Arwen since she was as busy as I did. So I had to work on my own with little help from servants who didn't dare to challenge me, but had very little skill in healing.
Years passed by so quickly. The Ring had been destroyed, to everyone's relief. But the pain lasted. The war had changed the face of Middle Earth, leaving many victims I must take care of.
"Hi Princess." I heard a familiar voice behind me.
"Legolas! You came back. " I exclaimed in joy. I almost hugged him, but I restrained myself.
"Nay, this isn't Legolas. This is his ghost."
"Oh you silly Elf. When will you change?" I hit his arm gently.
"Never." He laughed.
"So, how are you?" I asked.
"Alive."
"I can see that. So you kept your promise then." I smiled to him.
"Yea, I must. I don't want you or my fan girls die of grief because of me. "Would you attend the Feast tonight? I've waited so long to see you wearing night gown. " he smiled .
" I would love to. But I couldn't. I have work to do in the Healing Rooms. Besides, your fans wont be too happy to see me." I grinned.
"Oh no. Fans? Well, maybe they will after Frodo this time?"
"No way." I laughed.
I never thought I would be so happy to see him again. He changed so much. He looked so mature. His childish self seemed to fade and his new Self had arose. His indifference to the world had gone. He was so much wiser, and compassionate. As the night fell, I couldn't help but notice the light within him radiated more than before.
~Legolas~
I finally met her again. How I missed her. She didn't change much since I was gone, but she was a lot more beautiful than I remembered. We talked about ourselves and what had happened to us until sunset.
"Lady, Lady, Andre doesn't seem very well. He is wailing and screaming again." A servant girl quickly ran to us when we talked.
"Sorry Legolas, we have to chat latter. One of my patient needs me." She walked away hurriedly.
"I'll go with you."
I ran after her and followed her into a room. I saw an Elf, who I suspected had been tortured badly by the Orcs, lied on a bed shaking. It looked like he had a nightmare because he screamed and begged to his unseen torturer to stop tormenting him. His eyes wide open in terror. I shuddered at the vision. I couldn't imagine what the Orcs had done to him.
Estella knelt beside the bed and held his hand. "Now now, Andre. You're having a nightmare again. Its over. Shh… ." she talked to him in comforting, yet stable voice. She didn't seemed to be bothered by the scars and wounds that covered the entire Elf's body nor the terror and pain that was written in his face.
Andre woke up and saw her. "I am sorry Stella." He whispered. His body stopped shaking and he held her hand tight. "There's nothing to be sorry about. Everything will be fine. I'll be here with you tonight, so I'll be here when you need me. Rest, OK?," she smiled at him and placed his hand back. She took a bottle on the table beside the bed and poured it to a cup. "Here, take this potion. It reduces the pain and help you sleep soundly. " He drank the cup and fell asleep again.
She looked at me, "I must stay with him tonight Legolas. He needs me. I am sure you could see that."
"I will accompany you then." I answered.
" No, there will be a Feast honoring you and the Fellowship, you must not dissapoint Lord Elrond. And you must get your rest."
"What about you?"
" I don't like parties. And I could sleep in that couch. Its my routine Legolas. Don't worry about me." She smiled. "Now hush you. Your girls are waiting for you." She grinned and pushed me away gently.
I attended the Feast but my mind wasn't there. I couldn't get my mind of the poor Elf and Estella. I never saw such affection in my entire life. Its true that I knew some who was as gentle and caring. But I never saw one show such compassion to a total stranger. I knew that she never even hesitate to do the same to the Dwarves.
I decided that I better take a look at her and I excused myself. I knew I dissapointed many maiden-elves there, but I couldn't care less.
I saw her sleeping on the couch across Andre's room. Her face was paler than usual. She seemed to be very tired. Her hair tangled and unbrushed. She only wear a very plain gray gown with few blood stains here and there. Maybe she hadn't wash herself today. Despite her appearance, she was the most beautiful creature I ever seen. Her faces showed her gentleness yet she had strong heart. She was very graceful even when she slept. Her Elven light glowed so radiantly through her fair skin, it lighted the dark room more than the moonlight. She looked so pure, so innnocent.
"Aranel*, I brought you some food."
She woke up. "Thanks, Prince Charming." She smiled and put the tray to her lap.
I looked at her while she ate her food. She got the prettiest eyes I ever seen. Those pretty eyes looked so gentle but weary.
"What? You never see an Elf eat before?" she broke the silence.
"Nothing. Its just …, you are so tired Estella. Why don't you take decent rest?"
She sighed. " I cant Legolas. He's been through unimaginable terror. The physical wounds aren't the worst part. He will live. But his soul was broken. I have to help him."
I didn't answer. I knew what she felt. Maybe I would do the same if I were her. Or maybe I would just run, shunning away from the horror. I couldn't face such a misery even though I wasn't the victim. But she, she remained strong for others in any condition.
I took the tray out and came back. She was sleeping. I sat beside her, then I gently picked her head and put it on my chest. I wrapped my arm around her. She moved her head on my chest to find more comfortable position, but she didn't awake. I carressed her hair slowly, singing lullaby in soft voice. I spent my whole night hugging her. I realised, I couldn't love another girl.
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Is it too long? I try to be short but I guess I like long explanations. I am kinda worried its too boring. Thanks for your reviews, pls review again.
*Aranel means princess in Quenya.
Legolas and Estella doesn't like to be called Prince or Princess. So, calling another Prince or Princess doesn't mean they adore each other. They use the nickname to tease each other instead. They are both Prince and Princess but don't like the fact ppl respecting them for their position. They prefer ppl respecting them for their inner qualities.
Misty, thanks for your reviews. I realy really appreciating them. How Glorfindel know about Legolas? Everyone knows. They didn't keep their friendship in secret. That's why the maiden elves envy her for being so close to their adorable Prince.
Part V: The Prince Returned
~Estella~
"He is a Galadrim and his name is Erundome, my Lord. He was my first love and forever shall be my love." I turned my back, avoiding Glorfindel's eyes.
"What happened to him? Why don't he come to see you? "
"He sailed away. He couldn't resist the calling of the sea. He promised me he would return to me and I shall wait for him faithfully. Now, if you excuse me my Lord. I must go. I have a lot of work tomorrow." I excused myself and ran.
I lied to him. It was true I loved Erundome deeply, but as a brother. He would never come back because he didn't sail away. He was murdered by the Orcs and died in my arms. He didn't want any of his parents die of grief and asked to me to bury him in the wood and tell everyone he went sailing. Only Galadriel knew the truth for I couldn't hide anything from her prying eyes.
I just didn't want to get into more trouble. Legolas and I never tried to hide our friendship. We never bothered about what other people think about us. But now its different. Its Glorfindel and he wanted me to be his wife. Besides, I didn't love Legolas.
Or did I?
Well, that didn't matter. No time for love.
I worked and worked. The war of the Ring brought so many victims. The Healing Rooms were always full. The Last Homely House had been transformed into Healing House. ( it would be hospital in our world). Not all patients were Elves. I insisted on treating the other races as well and I didn't discriminate. I even treated Dwarves. None of my fellow Elves willing to treat injured dwarves and nothing I did could make them change their mind. I couldn't ask more from Arwen since she was as busy as I did. So I had to work on my own with little help from servants who didn't dare to challenge me, but had very little skill in healing.
Years passed by so quickly. The Ring had been destroyed, to everyone's relief. But the pain lasted. The war had changed the face of Middle Earth, leaving many victims I must take care of.
"Hi Princess." I heard a familiar voice behind me.
"Legolas! You came back. " I exclaimed in joy. I almost hugged him, but I restrained myself.
"Nay, this isn't Legolas. This is his ghost."
"Oh you silly Elf. When will you change?" I hit his arm gently.
"Never." He laughed.
"So, how are you?" I asked.
"Alive."
"I can see that. So you kept your promise then." I smiled to him.
"Yea, I must. I don't want you or my fan girls die of grief because of me. "Would you attend the Feast tonight? I've waited so long to see you wearing night gown. " he smiled .
" I would love to. But I couldn't. I have work to do in the Healing Rooms. Besides, your fans wont be too happy to see me." I grinned.
"Oh no. Fans? Well, maybe they will after Frodo this time?"
"No way." I laughed.
I never thought I would be so happy to see him again. He changed so much. He looked so mature. His childish self seemed to fade and his new Self had arose. His indifference to the world had gone. He was so much wiser, and compassionate. As the night fell, I couldn't help but notice the light within him radiated more than before.
~Legolas~
I finally met her again. How I missed her. She didn't change much since I was gone, but she was a lot more beautiful than I remembered. We talked about ourselves and what had happened to us until sunset.
"Lady, Lady, Andre doesn't seem very well. He is wailing and screaming again." A servant girl quickly ran to us when we talked.
"Sorry Legolas, we have to chat latter. One of my patient needs me." She walked away hurriedly.
"I'll go with you."
I ran after her and followed her into a room. I saw an Elf, who I suspected had been tortured badly by the Orcs, lied on a bed shaking. It looked like he had a nightmare because he screamed and begged to his unseen torturer to stop tormenting him. His eyes wide open in terror. I shuddered at the vision. I couldn't imagine what the Orcs had done to him.
Estella knelt beside the bed and held his hand. "Now now, Andre. You're having a nightmare again. Its over. Shh… ." she talked to him in comforting, yet stable voice. She didn't seemed to be bothered by the scars and wounds that covered the entire Elf's body nor the terror and pain that was written in his face.
Andre woke up and saw her. "I am sorry Stella." He whispered. His body stopped shaking and he held her hand tight. "There's nothing to be sorry about. Everything will be fine. I'll be here with you tonight, so I'll be here when you need me. Rest, OK?," she smiled at him and placed his hand back. She took a bottle on the table beside the bed and poured it to a cup. "Here, take this potion. It reduces the pain and help you sleep soundly. " He drank the cup and fell asleep again.
She looked at me, "I must stay with him tonight Legolas. He needs me. I am sure you could see that."
"I will accompany you then." I answered.
" No, there will be a Feast honoring you and the Fellowship, you must not dissapoint Lord Elrond. And you must get your rest."
"What about you?"
" I don't like parties. And I could sleep in that couch. Its my routine Legolas. Don't worry about me." She smiled. "Now hush you. Your girls are waiting for you." She grinned and pushed me away gently.
I attended the Feast but my mind wasn't there. I couldn't get my mind of the poor Elf and Estella. I never saw such affection in my entire life. Its true that I knew some who was as gentle and caring. But I never saw one show such compassion to a total stranger. I knew that she never even hesitate to do the same to the Dwarves.
I decided that I better take a look at her and I excused myself. I knew I dissapointed many maiden-elves there, but I couldn't care less.
I saw her sleeping on the couch across Andre's room. Her face was paler than usual. She seemed to be very tired. Her hair tangled and unbrushed. She only wear a very plain gray gown with few blood stains here and there. Maybe she hadn't wash herself today. Despite her appearance, she was the most beautiful creature I ever seen. Her faces showed her gentleness yet she had strong heart. She was very graceful even when she slept. Her Elven light glowed so radiantly through her fair skin, it lighted the dark room more than the moonlight. She looked so pure, so innnocent.
"Aranel*, I brought you some food."
She woke up. "Thanks, Prince Charming." She smiled and put the tray to her lap.
I looked at her while she ate her food. She got the prettiest eyes I ever seen. Those pretty eyes looked so gentle but weary.
"What? You never see an Elf eat before?" she broke the silence.
"Nothing. Its just …, you are so tired Estella. Why don't you take decent rest?"
She sighed. " I cant Legolas. He's been through unimaginable terror. The physical wounds aren't the worst part. He will live. But his soul was broken. I have to help him."
I didn't answer. I knew what she felt. Maybe I would do the same if I were her. Or maybe I would just run, shunning away from the horror. I couldn't face such a misery even though I wasn't the victim. But she, she remained strong for others in any condition.
I took the tray out and came back. She was sleeping. I sat beside her, then I gently picked her head and put it on my chest. I wrapped my arm around her. She moved her head on my chest to find more comfortable position, but she didn't awake. I carressed her hair slowly, singing lullaby in soft voice. I spent my whole night hugging her. I realised, I couldn't love another girl.
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Is it too long? I try to be short but I guess I like long explanations. I am kinda worried its too boring. Thanks for your reviews, pls review again.
*Aranel means princess in Quenya.
Legolas and Estella doesn't like to be called Prince or Princess. So, calling another Prince or Princess doesn't mean they adore each other. They use the nickname to tease each other instead. They are both Prince and Princess but don't like the fact ppl respecting them for their position. They prefer ppl respecting them for their inner qualities.
Misty, thanks for your reviews. I realy really appreciating them. How Glorfindel know about Legolas? Everyone knows. They didn't keep their friendship in secret. That's why the maiden elves envy her for being so close to their adorable Prince.