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A/N- THANKS SO MUCH FOR ALL THE GREAT REVIEWS (and suggestions!)
Chapter Three: Revelations
As Legolas paddled down the river, he asked, "Alataron, if I may ask, are you from Lothlorien?" She was caught off guard by his question, and stammered, "I..I am from Mirkwood, my Prince." Legolas, surprised and happy by his companion's answer continued,
"Tell me, what are your parents names?" Alatariel thought for a moment, "My family lives just outside of Mirkwood, they do not tend to go into the city much anyway. It is probably safe to tell him." This time, she answered him without stammering, "My father is Telonon and my mother is Alatarwen." Legolas looked thoughtful, but did not reply.
Alatariel could feel that Legolas was beginning to grow weary from paddling. In fact, she felt that the entire Fellowship was growing tired. She remembered a song that she knew, a song that when sang, would give strength to those around her. She began to sing in a voice so soft, that it would be hard for even the elf sitting behind her to distinguish where it came from. "Ai!" said Legolas softly to himself, "a song drifts through the air that strengthens my heart!" He began to paddle harder, a gentle smile on his face.
Aragorn called out, "We will bank the canoes here for the night!" while motioning to the shore. At his command, the other two canoes followed his into the shallow water. "Alataron," said Legolas, "will you carry mine and Gimli's gear onto dry land so we can carry the canoe?" Alatariel complied with his wish and set both their packs by where the others' were. She watched the noble elf lift the canoe high above his head in an effort to rest it on dry land. While watching him, a strange feeling stirred in her heart. She closed her eyes, and dismissed it as her nerves.
While the companions started to set up camp, Alatariel noticed something about Boromir. She saw something evil in him, something that had a grasp on him and would not let go. Boromir flashed her a wry smile, "You are rather small for a male elf," said he, noticing that she did not stand more than five and a half feet tall. He continued, "I feel there is more to you then meets the eye, elf." She narrowed her eyes, which were still hidden by her cloak and replied, "To tell you the truth, Boromir, I feel the same about you." She walked away. Something evil drew near...she could feel it.
Later that night, while sitting around the fire, Legolas came up behind Alatariel. "I wish to have a word in private with you, Alataron." She reluctantly got up from where she sat and followed him into the forest. "Alataron," he began, "as you know, I am the Prince of Mirkwood; I know my subjects. And I know those whom you claim to be your parents; I have seen them often." A grim expression rested on his face while he said this, and Alatariel felt her stomach beginning to drop. "Telenon and Alatarwen have no son, only a daughter, Alatariel, who they sent to Lothlorien for training centuries ago. Please, tell me the truth." Knowing she could not lie to her Prince, she pulled back the hood of her cloak, exposing her beautiful face and dark hair.
"I am she."
Legolas was shocked at the person he saw standing before him. It was the beautiful maiden he had laid eyes upon in Lothlorien. "Why?" he asked calmly. She proceeded to tell him about her dreams, and Galadriel helping her. He sighed, "You are my subject, Alatariel, it is my duty as your Prince to protect you from danger." With that said, he laid his hands on her shoulders, "I will not disclose your true identity to the rest of the Fellowship," he promised, "but you must tell me, was that your voice I heard earlier, the voice that calmed my soul and strengthened my heart?" She smiled at him, "Aye, it was. I know a few spells that unburden the weary; I am a healer. He took her hands in his own and gave them a gentle squeeze, "Thank you, Alatariel," he said, and walked back to the camp.
After sorting through her thoughts, Alatariel returned to the camp and found that everyone was asleep. She removed her hood, and noticed Legolas, sitting propped up against a tree, had his eyes open. Although this was a common way for elves to sleep, she could tell by his breathing that he was not asleep, but watching her every move. She lay down across from him, but not out of his sight.
Legolas watched Alatariel return to the camp. Once again, her hood was drawn over her beautiful face, but she removed it once she saw that everyone was asleep. She looked over at him for a brief moment before lying down at the base of a tree not far from him. "I will keep watch over her during the night; she is my subject, it is my duty," he thought. But he knew that was not the true reason.
Legolas was just beginning to doze off when he saw Alatariel moving in her sleep. She twitched and turned, shaking her head as if someone was torturing her. In an instant, Legolas was at her side. He lightly picked her up and held her in his lap, "Shh," he whispered, "you have nothing to fear, I am with you, I will not leave you." Almost immediately, she stopped shaking and twitching. She burrowed her head in the crook of his neck, and fell into a peaceful slumber. Legolas, surprised at her reaction, held her a bit closer to him. He looked down on her and softly kissed her dark, beautiful hair. Soon, he himself was asleep.
A/N- So what will the Fellowship think when the find Legolas holding "Alataron"???? lol, don't worry, it is explained in the first sentence of the next chapter!
A/N- THANKS SO MUCH FOR ALL THE GREAT REVIEWS (and suggestions!)
Chapter Three: Revelations
As Legolas paddled down the river, he asked, "Alataron, if I may ask, are you from Lothlorien?" She was caught off guard by his question, and stammered, "I..I am from Mirkwood, my Prince." Legolas, surprised and happy by his companion's answer continued,
"Tell me, what are your parents names?" Alatariel thought for a moment, "My family lives just outside of Mirkwood, they do not tend to go into the city much anyway. It is probably safe to tell him." This time, she answered him without stammering, "My father is Telonon and my mother is Alatarwen." Legolas looked thoughtful, but did not reply.
Alatariel could feel that Legolas was beginning to grow weary from paddling. In fact, she felt that the entire Fellowship was growing tired. She remembered a song that she knew, a song that when sang, would give strength to those around her. She began to sing in a voice so soft, that it would be hard for even the elf sitting behind her to distinguish where it came from. "Ai!" said Legolas softly to himself, "a song drifts through the air that strengthens my heart!" He began to paddle harder, a gentle smile on his face.
Aragorn called out, "We will bank the canoes here for the night!" while motioning to the shore. At his command, the other two canoes followed his into the shallow water. "Alataron," said Legolas, "will you carry mine and Gimli's gear onto dry land so we can carry the canoe?" Alatariel complied with his wish and set both their packs by where the others' were. She watched the noble elf lift the canoe high above his head in an effort to rest it on dry land. While watching him, a strange feeling stirred in her heart. She closed her eyes, and dismissed it as her nerves.
While the companions started to set up camp, Alatariel noticed something about Boromir. She saw something evil in him, something that had a grasp on him and would not let go. Boromir flashed her a wry smile, "You are rather small for a male elf," said he, noticing that she did not stand more than five and a half feet tall. He continued, "I feel there is more to you then meets the eye, elf." She narrowed her eyes, which were still hidden by her cloak and replied, "To tell you the truth, Boromir, I feel the same about you." She walked away. Something evil drew near...she could feel it.
Later that night, while sitting around the fire, Legolas came up behind Alatariel. "I wish to have a word in private with you, Alataron." She reluctantly got up from where she sat and followed him into the forest. "Alataron," he began, "as you know, I am the Prince of Mirkwood; I know my subjects. And I know those whom you claim to be your parents; I have seen them often." A grim expression rested on his face while he said this, and Alatariel felt her stomach beginning to drop. "Telenon and Alatarwen have no son, only a daughter, Alatariel, who they sent to Lothlorien for training centuries ago. Please, tell me the truth." Knowing she could not lie to her Prince, she pulled back the hood of her cloak, exposing her beautiful face and dark hair.
"I am she."
Legolas was shocked at the person he saw standing before him. It was the beautiful maiden he had laid eyes upon in Lothlorien. "Why?" he asked calmly. She proceeded to tell him about her dreams, and Galadriel helping her. He sighed, "You are my subject, Alatariel, it is my duty as your Prince to protect you from danger." With that said, he laid his hands on her shoulders, "I will not disclose your true identity to the rest of the Fellowship," he promised, "but you must tell me, was that your voice I heard earlier, the voice that calmed my soul and strengthened my heart?" She smiled at him, "Aye, it was. I know a few spells that unburden the weary; I am a healer. He took her hands in his own and gave them a gentle squeeze, "Thank you, Alatariel," he said, and walked back to the camp.
After sorting through her thoughts, Alatariel returned to the camp and found that everyone was asleep. She removed her hood, and noticed Legolas, sitting propped up against a tree, had his eyes open. Although this was a common way for elves to sleep, she could tell by his breathing that he was not asleep, but watching her every move. She lay down across from him, but not out of his sight.
Legolas watched Alatariel return to the camp. Once again, her hood was drawn over her beautiful face, but she removed it once she saw that everyone was asleep. She looked over at him for a brief moment before lying down at the base of a tree not far from him. "I will keep watch over her during the night; she is my subject, it is my duty," he thought. But he knew that was not the true reason.
Legolas was just beginning to doze off when he saw Alatariel moving in her sleep. She twitched and turned, shaking her head as if someone was torturing her. In an instant, Legolas was at her side. He lightly picked her up and held her in his lap, "Shh," he whispered, "you have nothing to fear, I am with you, I will not leave you." Almost immediately, she stopped shaking and twitching. She burrowed her head in the crook of his neck, and fell into a peaceful slumber. Legolas, surprised at her reaction, held her a bit closer to him. He looked down on her and softly kissed her dark, beautiful hair. Soon, he himself was asleep.
A/N- So what will the Fellowship think when the find Legolas holding "Alataron"???? lol, don't worry, it is explained in the first sentence of the next chapter!