Chapter Three: Here We Are Again
Young Prince Legolas Greenleaf dragged his feet to his room. Nothing has changed at all. His four-poster bed still has its velvet hangings. Golden plaits still held them close. All his books and journals were still untouched and dustless. The pictures of clan and friends still were there with golden frames glittering.
He sat down on his bed and felt the quilt under him. His bow and quivers were at his bedside already and he was lying down. "If only I could stay here," he thought. "Then I would serve princeship well."
Then there was a faint knock on his door and familiar voices. "Are you sure you want to see him this badly?" the first voice said which he noticed was Arwen. "Yes, I do Arwen," another one said in Elven tongue. "Anasetta hasn't seen him since she was…" the voice was interjected by yet again the Elven Princess. "I see. There you go. He's here now…I can feel."
Legolas straightened up and fixed his eyes on the door. The knob turned and a rather shy-looking woman stood framed holding a little girl. This woman is Foska Appledome. The Prince grinned a bit. "Nice t…to see y…you, Legolas," she stammered for words. Her auburn hair played with the wind. Her blue eyes wandered around the room certainly not focusing on Legolas.
"And you, Foska," he answered in Elven tongue. "Is that…?" he asked walking to her and taking her hand. "Anasetta?" Foska nodded. The little girl whom she brought was her daughter. Legolas…is her father.
He let them in not letting go of Foska's hand. He brought a stray strand of hair behind her Man-like ears. She is not an Elf. She is one of the fast disappearing kind of Faeries. She was brought up by Lord Elrond's sister. Like Elves, she is immortal yet; grief and loss would kill her. Their child, Anasetta, is half-and-half.
Foska still wasn't talking or smiling at all. Nervous energy was still in her veins. Legolas was marveling at the little girl looking intently at him with similar shaped eyes. Anasetta's cherry blond hair framed her beautiful face resembling her mother. She pulled on Foska's dress, saying, "Mother, why are we in the Royal Prince's room? Did I do something bad?"
Her father smiled. And so as Foska. They caught each other and stared. Legolas mouthed, "I am sorry." Anasetta tugged harder on her dress.
"Mother, why is the Prince staring at me? Did I do something wrong?" the little Elvish Faery asked with little tears forming in her eyes. She turned back to Legolas. "Mr. Prince, I am sorry for what ever I have done," she said in perfect Elvish.
Foska carried the girl in her arms. "No Anasetta. King Thranduil wanted us here with the Prince to talk."
"So I did something wrong!" the little girl cried. Her tears formed into crystals as it hit the floor. Certainly this is an ability of Faeries. "I told Bertilla not to pick the Longbottom Leaves from Chiek's garden!"
Legolas smiled at this. "I'll handle this, Foska," he whispered to the Faery. "Anasetta," he said smoothing her long hair, "it is alright. You did not do anything wrong. I used to do that when I was a little Elf."
Anasetta looked at him. "Y…you do?" she said in sniffs.
"Ah yes, little one," he chuckled. Foska giggled. Legolas found the little Elven Faery in his arms softly sobbing against his emerald vest. "It has been a long five years…Anasetta…"
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Young Prince Legolas Greenleaf dragged his feet to his room. Nothing has changed at all. His four-poster bed still has its velvet hangings. Golden plaits still held them close. All his books and journals were still untouched and dustless. The pictures of clan and friends still were there with golden frames glittering.
He sat down on his bed and felt the quilt under him. His bow and quivers were at his bedside already and he was lying down. "If only I could stay here," he thought. "Then I would serve princeship well."
Then there was a faint knock on his door and familiar voices. "Are you sure you want to see him this badly?" the first voice said which he noticed was Arwen. "Yes, I do Arwen," another one said in Elven tongue. "Anasetta hasn't seen him since she was…" the voice was interjected by yet again the Elven Princess. "I see. There you go. He's here now…I can feel."
Legolas straightened up and fixed his eyes on the door. The knob turned and a rather shy-looking woman stood framed holding a little girl. This woman is Foska Appledome. The Prince grinned a bit. "Nice t…to see y…you, Legolas," she stammered for words. Her auburn hair played with the wind. Her blue eyes wandered around the room certainly not focusing on Legolas.
"And you, Foska," he answered in Elven tongue. "Is that…?" he asked walking to her and taking her hand. "Anasetta?" Foska nodded. The little girl whom she brought was her daughter. Legolas…is her father.
He let them in not letting go of Foska's hand. He brought a stray strand of hair behind her Man-like ears. She is not an Elf. She is one of the fast disappearing kind of Faeries. She was brought up by Lord Elrond's sister. Like Elves, she is immortal yet; grief and loss would kill her. Their child, Anasetta, is half-and-half.
Foska still wasn't talking or smiling at all. Nervous energy was still in her veins. Legolas was marveling at the little girl looking intently at him with similar shaped eyes. Anasetta's cherry blond hair framed her beautiful face resembling her mother. She pulled on Foska's dress, saying, "Mother, why are we in the Royal Prince's room? Did I do something bad?"
Her father smiled. And so as Foska. They caught each other and stared. Legolas mouthed, "I am sorry." Anasetta tugged harder on her dress.
"Mother, why is the Prince staring at me? Did I do something wrong?" the little Elvish Faery asked with little tears forming in her eyes. She turned back to Legolas. "Mr. Prince, I am sorry for what ever I have done," she said in perfect Elvish.
Foska carried the girl in her arms. "No Anasetta. King Thranduil wanted us here with the Prince to talk."
"So I did something wrong!" the little girl cried. Her tears formed into crystals as it hit the floor. Certainly this is an ability of Faeries. "I told Bertilla not to pick the Longbottom Leaves from Chiek's garden!"
Legolas smiled at this. "I'll handle this, Foska," he whispered to the Faery. "Anasetta," he said smoothing her long hair, "it is alright. You did not do anything wrong. I used to do that when I was a little Elf."
Anasetta looked at him. "Y…you do?" she said in sniffs.
"Ah yes, little one," he chuckled. Foska giggled. Legolas found the little Elven Faery in his arms softly sobbing against his emerald vest. "It has been a long five years…Anasetta…"
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