~*~I know this is short, but I've already planned this story out and this
is what the chapter's about. I promise there will be longer.~*~
Chapter 10
Legolas nor Lorelein ever saw Morcam after the morning of their incident and neither of them dared to bring it up though it was at the back of both minds. Several weeks went by and the two almost lost track of the date, for their journey seemed to become a constant unchanging routine. They rode all day and rested every other night. Conversations were rare and short and the silence about them felt grave. So it was a great relief to Lorelein when the Lothlorien elves met up with another group.
"King Thranduil!" a welcoming cry came from behind them. Halin rode ahead of their band and to a great male on a white horse. Legolas' eyes filled with excitement and joy. Needing not permission, he also galloped over to his father's crowd.
"Father!"
"Legolas." Thranduil replied, quickly dismounting his horse. Legolas did the same, Lorelein following suit. The two elves embraced each other before Legolas introduced Lorelein.
"Father, this is a friend of mine, Lorelein. She's one of us now that she's decided to join her mother."
Lorelein smiled shyly.
"Ai, yes. So this is the young Princess you were sent off to rescue?"
"Yes father."
Lorelein tugged gently on Legolas' sleeve.
"What about my mother?" she whispered to him.
"Yes, who is your mother?" Thranduil asked, overhearing her.
"I…I'm really…I don't know." she replied, embarrassed.
"She's suffered from amnesia, father. And even if she did have all her memory, she might not have been able to recall her mother anyway. She was raised by the people of the Valleys."
"Well that isn't too much of a problem. I'm sure we'll be able to find her."
Just then a woman walked up to King Thranduil, handing him a letter and curtsying. Then, looking up at Lorelein, her eyes got wide.
"Ai! Ai! She!" the servant cried.
"Calm yourself, Feaesgal! Tell me what has you worked up?" Thranduil looked down at her in confusion. Legolas and Lorelein gave each other an amused look.
"She, she! One of Anabrethil's hini!" the young lady answered in half elvish and half common tongue. She was apparently uneducated.
"Is this true?" Thranduil asked Lorelein. She looked up at him, confused.
"I don't know. I haven't even the slightest as to what she said."
"You mean you don't speak your own tongue?" he asked in disbelief.
"Amnesia." Legolas and Lorelein spoke in unison.
"Ah. Right…Well, she claims you to be one of Anabrethil's children. Do you recognize that name?"
"Yes sir."
"Feaesgal, go fetch Anabrethil." Thranduil ordered and the young lady rushed off.
Not long after, another servant walked over and spoke respectfully to King Thranduil.
"You called for me?" she asked. Her voice was soft and smooth. Her hair was long and gold, flowing braidless down her back and her eyes were blue like the sea.
"Do you recognize the young elf standing right there?" he questioned, pointing at Lorelein. The elf didn't answer immediately but when she did, her tone sounded more confident than her statement.
"She looks like a daughter I once had. But she was taken from me long ago."
"What was her name?"
"Lorelein."
Legolas looked down at Lorelein. Her eyes were filled with both joy and surprise. Wrapping his arms around her, he smiled.
"Looks like we've found her, Lorie."
Lorelein's lips formed a shy smile. Laughing, Legolas gave her a gentle push forward.
"Go on. Say hi at least."
"I…I don't…I'm not sure what to say."
"I understand." The lady smiled.
"So I take it you are willing to take her back in?" King Thranduil asked.
"Of course!"
If possible, Lorelein's smile grew larger.
"I'm supposed to be working right now and I don't think King Thranduil would call this a good enough reason to take the day off since the evening is almost over. Would you like to come with me, Lorelein? Maybe talk…get to know each other better?" her mother offered.
"Um…" Lorelein looked up at Legolas for permission.
"I'm not going to stop you. Go ahead."
"Yeah." She replied, following her mother. Legolas watched as they walked away toward where many other servants were gathered.
"You seem quite fond of her." His father stated.
"Yeah, I am." He replied, a thoughtful look in his eyes. Then the look on his face changed quickly, resembling a child with his hand caught in the cookie jar. "As a friend of course."
"Oh, yes. Certainly. It's improper for a Prince to favor a servant."
Legolas didn't know why but for some reason this statement sent a wave of guilt over him. Shaking it off, he changed the subject.
"So father. How have things been since I left?"
They spent hours talking about Legolas' journey and discussing minor issues of their people. It wasn't until the sun set behind the rolling hills that they finally went off to join the others for dinner.
Walking down to the crowd of familiar elves, he and his father sat down with Halin and waited patiently for their supper to be served.
"Good of you two to join us." Halin said gaily.
"I'm glad to be with my people again." Legolas replied, also in high spirits.
Many servants past out appetizers and they thanked them each casually but both Halin and Legolas were shocked at the servant who brought their dinner.
"Lorelein?" Legolas almost didn't recognize her dressed as a server and waiting on him. It was unusual and he felt uncomfortable.
"That's my name." She replied.
"What are you doing?"
"My job. I made my decision Legolas. Remember? This is my life now." She replied casually.
"Well, it's good to see her in her rightful place." Calinril said across the table. Though he was unwelcome, he stopped by delivering a message and invited himself to dinner. Legolas turned to him and fiddled with his knife.
"You know I've never had elf before but it's sounding really good right now." His warning was not taken lightly and Calinril looked down at his plate, fidgeting uneasily. He took Legolas more seriously after the fight with Morcam.
"So you're a servant now, Lorelein?" Halin joined in. He too was surprised at this.
"That's right."
"Father?" Legolas turned to King Thranduil.
"That's her place, son."
Lorelein placed their dinner in front of them before continuing on her way. But before she could get too far, Legolas grabbed her by the arm.
"Are you sure you want to be a servant, Lorie? Because I can change that right now if you want me to."
"Legolas, this is my life. I told you that. My mother is a servant, therefore so am I. I'm not at all dissatisfied. I'm actually very happy."
"Honest?"
"Honest, Legolas. Now I have to go help my Mom. I'll talk to you later on."
And with that she walked away. Now this made Legolas very uneasy seeing Lorelein being placed in a rank that made her obey every royal subject's command. Though she seemed happy, he knew that sooner or later their ranks will clash and it was then he feared a real problem would begin.
Chapter 10
Legolas nor Lorelein ever saw Morcam after the morning of their incident and neither of them dared to bring it up though it was at the back of both minds. Several weeks went by and the two almost lost track of the date, for their journey seemed to become a constant unchanging routine. They rode all day and rested every other night. Conversations were rare and short and the silence about them felt grave. So it was a great relief to Lorelein when the Lothlorien elves met up with another group.
"King Thranduil!" a welcoming cry came from behind them. Halin rode ahead of their band and to a great male on a white horse. Legolas' eyes filled with excitement and joy. Needing not permission, he also galloped over to his father's crowd.
"Father!"
"Legolas." Thranduil replied, quickly dismounting his horse. Legolas did the same, Lorelein following suit. The two elves embraced each other before Legolas introduced Lorelein.
"Father, this is a friend of mine, Lorelein. She's one of us now that she's decided to join her mother."
Lorelein smiled shyly.
"Ai, yes. So this is the young Princess you were sent off to rescue?"
"Yes father."
Lorelein tugged gently on Legolas' sleeve.
"What about my mother?" she whispered to him.
"Yes, who is your mother?" Thranduil asked, overhearing her.
"I…I'm really…I don't know." she replied, embarrassed.
"She's suffered from amnesia, father. And even if she did have all her memory, she might not have been able to recall her mother anyway. She was raised by the people of the Valleys."
"Well that isn't too much of a problem. I'm sure we'll be able to find her."
Just then a woman walked up to King Thranduil, handing him a letter and curtsying. Then, looking up at Lorelein, her eyes got wide.
"Ai! Ai! She!" the servant cried.
"Calm yourself, Feaesgal! Tell me what has you worked up?" Thranduil looked down at her in confusion. Legolas and Lorelein gave each other an amused look.
"She, she! One of Anabrethil's hini!" the young lady answered in half elvish and half common tongue. She was apparently uneducated.
"Is this true?" Thranduil asked Lorelein. She looked up at him, confused.
"I don't know. I haven't even the slightest as to what she said."
"You mean you don't speak your own tongue?" he asked in disbelief.
"Amnesia." Legolas and Lorelein spoke in unison.
"Ah. Right…Well, she claims you to be one of Anabrethil's children. Do you recognize that name?"
"Yes sir."
"Feaesgal, go fetch Anabrethil." Thranduil ordered and the young lady rushed off.
Not long after, another servant walked over and spoke respectfully to King Thranduil.
"You called for me?" she asked. Her voice was soft and smooth. Her hair was long and gold, flowing braidless down her back and her eyes were blue like the sea.
"Do you recognize the young elf standing right there?" he questioned, pointing at Lorelein. The elf didn't answer immediately but when she did, her tone sounded more confident than her statement.
"She looks like a daughter I once had. But she was taken from me long ago."
"What was her name?"
"Lorelein."
Legolas looked down at Lorelein. Her eyes were filled with both joy and surprise. Wrapping his arms around her, he smiled.
"Looks like we've found her, Lorie."
Lorelein's lips formed a shy smile. Laughing, Legolas gave her a gentle push forward.
"Go on. Say hi at least."
"I…I don't…I'm not sure what to say."
"I understand." The lady smiled.
"So I take it you are willing to take her back in?" King Thranduil asked.
"Of course!"
If possible, Lorelein's smile grew larger.
"I'm supposed to be working right now and I don't think King Thranduil would call this a good enough reason to take the day off since the evening is almost over. Would you like to come with me, Lorelein? Maybe talk…get to know each other better?" her mother offered.
"Um…" Lorelein looked up at Legolas for permission.
"I'm not going to stop you. Go ahead."
"Yeah." She replied, following her mother. Legolas watched as they walked away toward where many other servants were gathered.
"You seem quite fond of her." His father stated.
"Yeah, I am." He replied, a thoughtful look in his eyes. Then the look on his face changed quickly, resembling a child with his hand caught in the cookie jar. "As a friend of course."
"Oh, yes. Certainly. It's improper for a Prince to favor a servant."
Legolas didn't know why but for some reason this statement sent a wave of guilt over him. Shaking it off, he changed the subject.
"So father. How have things been since I left?"
They spent hours talking about Legolas' journey and discussing minor issues of their people. It wasn't until the sun set behind the rolling hills that they finally went off to join the others for dinner.
Walking down to the crowd of familiar elves, he and his father sat down with Halin and waited patiently for their supper to be served.
"Good of you two to join us." Halin said gaily.
"I'm glad to be with my people again." Legolas replied, also in high spirits.
Many servants past out appetizers and they thanked them each casually but both Halin and Legolas were shocked at the servant who brought their dinner.
"Lorelein?" Legolas almost didn't recognize her dressed as a server and waiting on him. It was unusual and he felt uncomfortable.
"That's my name." She replied.
"What are you doing?"
"My job. I made my decision Legolas. Remember? This is my life now." She replied casually.
"Well, it's good to see her in her rightful place." Calinril said across the table. Though he was unwelcome, he stopped by delivering a message and invited himself to dinner. Legolas turned to him and fiddled with his knife.
"You know I've never had elf before but it's sounding really good right now." His warning was not taken lightly and Calinril looked down at his plate, fidgeting uneasily. He took Legolas more seriously after the fight with Morcam.
"So you're a servant now, Lorelein?" Halin joined in. He too was surprised at this.
"That's right."
"Father?" Legolas turned to King Thranduil.
"That's her place, son."
Lorelein placed their dinner in front of them before continuing on her way. But before she could get too far, Legolas grabbed her by the arm.
"Are you sure you want to be a servant, Lorie? Because I can change that right now if you want me to."
"Legolas, this is my life. I told you that. My mother is a servant, therefore so am I. I'm not at all dissatisfied. I'm actually very happy."
"Honest?"
"Honest, Legolas. Now I have to go help my Mom. I'll talk to you later on."
And with that she walked away. Now this made Legolas very uneasy seeing Lorelein being placed in a rank that made her obey every royal subject's command. Though she seemed happy, he knew that sooner or later their ranks will clash and it was then he feared a real problem would begin.