Chapter Four: How Can We Be?
With this, the fair Faery spoke, "Legolas, I wish to talk to you about her. As you know, she is yours and yours alone. I did not expect her to be yet…she is the fruit of what happened between us." Her eyes found his and in Elvish she continued, "Dear Prince, I am sorry to cause you bigger responsibility…"
The Elven Prince lay a slender finger across her perfect lips. "Say no more, my Lady," he said. "Thou shan't be sorry for this. This is a gift…to you. And both are gifts to me."
"You confuse me, my Lord. I do need your Word."
"Both of you are more precious to me than my bow and arrows," Legolas softly said putting down the child and tracing Foska's jawline with a finger. "It is a slight pain for me…leaving Mirkwood -- leaving YOU alone and bearing a child. More sorrow built in my heart when I know this child will not know me in her early years." Tears started forming on the young Prince's eyes. The Faery wiped them away with her silken shawl. Legolas caught her soft hand and kissed her palm. He said in his Native tongue, "Living without you can cause me my death! From the moment I have lain my eyes on you, I was certain to keep you. Please, marry me. Be mine forever…I beg you of this."
Foska shook her head and small crystals flew beside her. She drew her hand away and cried, "The one is not possible, Legolas. Faeries and Elves should not be one."
"And why is that?" he shouted all dignity forgotten. Anasetta jumped with surprise. "We are creatures of Middle Earth. If Man and Elves can unite, why not we? Forget all the long passed conflict between our kinds! It is time someone changed them!"
"But what will happen to you? You will become mortal!"
"I will certainly not! I exchanged not my immortality for love…" he hugged Foska as her legs gave way. She cried on his jerkin as Anasetta tried to comfort her mother. "I have exchanged nothing! The rule only implies on our kind and mortals like Hobbits, Man and Dwarves. If ever it does, my whole life could not be enough. We are the only kinds that live forever." Legolas kissed her forehead softly. The embrace tightened as Foska finally wrapped her arms around him. "But…not spending it with you will surely lead me to my surcease."
"Mother, what is the Prince talking about," Anasetta said in Faerytounge. She had learnt this from her mother. "What about me?"
Legolas looked at her young daughter astounded. He has seen no one -- NO ONE in his life -- a child of five years able to deliver two different languages. Pride coursed through his veins. "Foska, please. I beg of you…"
Anasetta walked to him and hugged him. "Prince Legolas, I am sure that my mother loves you dearly. Yet, I do think she is not made up her mind. Please give her time to think. As for me, I trust that she will not make a mistake on choosing a life with you, dear Prince of Mirkwood." A childish kiss found its way to his cheek and another one on his forehead. "Please."
The look of her eyes melted Legolas. This is his own flesh and blood. Eyes like his own pleaded. Elvish ears redden in anticipation. "Very well," he finally sighed letting go of the fair maiden in his arms. "I give you all the time in the world. And, you do surprise me, young Anasetta."
The three stood up and Legolas led them to the door. "Until we meet again, my sweet love," he muttered at Foska's ear. They all slept a peaceful night.
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With this, the fair Faery spoke, "Legolas, I wish to talk to you about her. As you know, she is yours and yours alone. I did not expect her to be yet…she is the fruit of what happened between us." Her eyes found his and in Elvish she continued, "Dear Prince, I am sorry to cause you bigger responsibility…"
The Elven Prince lay a slender finger across her perfect lips. "Say no more, my Lady," he said. "Thou shan't be sorry for this. This is a gift…to you. And both are gifts to me."
"You confuse me, my Lord. I do need your Word."
"Both of you are more precious to me than my bow and arrows," Legolas softly said putting down the child and tracing Foska's jawline with a finger. "It is a slight pain for me…leaving Mirkwood -- leaving YOU alone and bearing a child. More sorrow built in my heart when I know this child will not know me in her early years." Tears started forming on the young Prince's eyes. The Faery wiped them away with her silken shawl. Legolas caught her soft hand and kissed her palm. He said in his Native tongue, "Living without you can cause me my death! From the moment I have lain my eyes on you, I was certain to keep you. Please, marry me. Be mine forever…I beg you of this."
Foska shook her head and small crystals flew beside her. She drew her hand away and cried, "The one is not possible, Legolas. Faeries and Elves should not be one."
"And why is that?" he shouted all dignity forgotten. Anasetta jumped with surprise. "We are creatures of Middle Earth. If Man and Elves can unite, why not we? Forget all the long passed conflict between our kinds! It is time someone changed them!"
"But what will happen to you? You will become mortal!"
"I will certainly not! I exchanged not my immortality for love…" he hugged Foska as her legs gave way. She cried on his jerkin as Anasetta tried to comfort her mother. "I have exchanged nothing! The rule only implies on our kind and mortals like Hobbits, Man and Dwarves. If ever it does, my whole life could not be enough. We are the only kinds that live forever." Legolas kissed her forehead softly. The embrace tightened as Foska finally wrapped her arms around him. "But…not spending it with you will surely lead me to my surcease."
"Mother, what is the Prince talking about," Anasetta said in Faerytounge. She had learnt this from her mother. "What about me?"
Legolas looked at her young daughter astounded. He has seen no one -- NO ONE in his life -- a child of five years able to deliver two different languages. Pride coursed through his veins. "Foska, please. I beg of you…"
Anasetta walked to him and hugged him. "Prince Legolas, I am sure that my mother loves you dearly. Yet, I do think she is not made up her mind. Please give her time to think. As for me, I trust that she will not make a mistake on choosing a life with you, dear Prince of Mirkwood." A childish kiss found its way to his cheek and another one on his forehead. "Please."
The look of her eyes melted Legolas. This is his own flesh and blood. Eyes like his own pleaded. Elvish ears redden in anticipation. "Very well," he finally sighed letting go of the fair maiden in his arms. "I give you all the time in the world. And, you do surprise me, young Anasetta."
The three stood up and Legolas led them to the door. "Until we meet again, my sweet love," he muttered at Foska's ear. They all slept a peaceful night.
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