Legolas would have liked to admit he hadn't thought about Anakyn for the
past months, but it would have been a lie. Not know what happened to her
had nearly driven him insane. Now that he had arrived back in Rivendell he
intended to have his fears either verified or dismissed. He knew Anarkyn
had been moved from Helm's Deep back to the elf city.
After frantic questionings of several of the servants, Legolas still had no satisfactory answers. Everyone seemed too preoccupied with the destruction of the ring.
"A female elf?" a physician said in reply to Legolas's badgering, "One was here but she died. That was the only female elf ever here."
Legolas blanched and backed away towards the door. He couldn't think. He couldn't breathe. He hadn't come back just to find out this. He hastily escaped to the forest. At least he could mourn in peace there. Legolas collapsed next to the rock that he had ultimately left Anarkyn from. Life seemed so empty now. If he died now he wouldn't care.
"Would you die without me?" a slightly husky voice suddenly asked. Legolas jerked up to see a paler than normal, but still very much alive Anakyn staring down at him.
"How?" he whispered. Anarkyn dropped down next to him and stroked back his hair as his arm frantically groped to gather her to him.
"I just knew you'd be here," she said simply.
"They said you were dead."
"It wasn't me," Anakyn said softly, "I never made it to the city. I stayed in a house outside Rivendell."
"You're alive," he repeated again incredulously, "and you're free."
She nodded. He realized she somehow felt weaker, more diminished, but he could hardly care. With one swift motion he picked her up as he stood.
"You'll still marry me?" he asked softly.
"If you still want me," Anarkyn said with a smile. Legolas's lips claimed hers in answer to the question.
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
Within a weeks time the two were married. The evening after the wedding Anarkyn stood on a balcony overlooking the waters of Rivendell. No longer wearing black armor but a black dress that admirably skimmed her small body. She felt Legolas come up behind her.
"It's all done, husband," she said with out looking at him, "all the pain I had to go through."
"I wouldn't say all done," he answered quietly, "with life comes pain."
Anarkyn nodded.
"I'll never be anyone's servant again," she said vehemently.
"Not even mine?" Legolas said with a mischievous smile. She turned and faced him.
"That I wouldn't actually mind. I don't think of service to you as such."
Legolas held her to himself and kissed her longingly.
"I love you, ang brenil," he said finally.
"As I, you, my prince," Anarkyn said as she slid out of his grasp and gave him an inviting smile, drawing him behind her towards the chamber. That night they showed their love to each other in every way possible, with the promise of every tomorrow. Both had gone through too much for the other to ever take a moment for granted, yet finally they had each other and that seemed to make everything worth the hardship.
~Finis~
After frantic questionings of several of the servants, Legolas still had no satisfactory answers. Everyone seemed too preoccupied with the destruction of the ring.
"A female elf?" a physician said in reply to Legolas's badgering, "One was here but she died. That was the only female elf ever here."
Legolas blanched and backed away towards the door. He couldn't think. He couldn't breathe. He hadn't come back just to find out this. He hastily escaped to the forest. At least he could mourn in peace there. Legolas collapsed next to the rock that he had ultimately left Anarkyn from. Life seemed so empty now. If he died now he wouldn't care.
"Would you die without me?" a slightly husky voice suddenly asked. Legolas jerked up to see a paler than normal, but still very much alive Anakyn staring down at him.
"How?" he whispered. Anarkyn dropped down next to him and stroked back his hair as his arm frantically groped to gather her to him.
"I just knew you'd be here," she said simply.
"They said you were dead."
"It wasn't me," Anakyn said softly, "I never made it to the city. I stayed in a house outside Rivendell."
"You're alive," he repeated again incredulously, "and you're free."
She nodded. He realized she somehow felt weaker, more diminished, but he could hardly care. With one swift motion he picked her up as he stood.
"You'll still marry me?" he asked softly.
"If you still want me," Anarkyn said with a smile. Legolas's lips claimed hers in answer to the question.
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
Within a weeks time the two were married. The evening after the wedding Anarkyn stood on a balcony overlooking the waters of Rivendell. No longer wearing black armor but a black dress that admirably skimmed her small body. She felt Legolas come up behind her.
"It's all done, husband," she said with out looking at him, "all the pain I had to go through."
"I wouldn't say all done," he answered quietly, "with life comes pain."
Anarkyn nodded.
"I'll never be anyone's servant again," she said vehemently.
"Not even mine?" Legolas said with a mischievous smile. She turned and faced him.
"That I wouldn't actually mind. I don't think of service to you as such."
Legolas held her to himself and kissed her longingly.
"I love you, ang brenil," he said finally.
"As I, you, my prince," Anarkyn said as she slid out of his grasp and gave him an inviting smile, drawing him behind her towards the chamber. That night they showed their love to each other in every way possible, with the promise of every tomorrow. Both had gone through too much for the other to ever take a moment for granted, yet finally they had each other and that seemed to make everything worth the hardship.
~Finis~