A/n: To Anya: Got you guessing already? That's how I like it!
To Alyansra: I would e-mail you, but you gave me the wrong address!
Imogen's POV
I was at a loss for what to do. Yes, I usually get up early, but not this early. Had that elven man wreaked this much havoc on my senses? I hope not! To fall in love, well that would be the only thing that I could wish for. But to fall in love and have someone else share those feelings…
Opening my wardrobe doors, I am faced with yet another dilemma. What to wear? If he comes by again, I want to look nice, nicer than yesterday. But if my parents come home, they will be annoyed that I am not dressed for work, and that I am not working. The likelihood of them coming home for at least another few weeks is slim – so maybe I will risk it. If they did come home, then I would just have to face the consequences.
I pull out a pale blue dress, light but covering almost all of my body with its high neckline and floaty sleeves. Shoes? No, I don't suppose I shall need any. I walk into the kitchen. My bedroom was downstairs for this purpose – when my parents were at home, they liked it if I did a few things before they got up. I don't mind – obedience is one of my strong points. Breakfast. Didn't fancy any. So I headed outside and waited.
Legolas' POV
I couldn't contain my curiosity any more. The festival would probably be starting in a few hours, so I had plenty of time to kill. Once again I left the palace via the back door, letting my feet carry me where they will, my mind busy on other matters.
I looked around to where I had ended up. It was no surprise – Imogen's back garden. She was sitting on the bench just like last night, except this time she was wearing a different gown, and instead of singing she was making a daisy chain. She did not seem to notice me, but my heart fluttered violently when I heard her call out: 'Back again, and so soon, Dimitri?'
~*~*~*~*~*
'Back again, and so soon, Dimitri?'
Legolas was unused to being called that name, but realised who she was talking to. So she did recognise him! A grin crept across his face.
'My lady Imogen.' He bent and kissed her hand. 'Have your parents not yet returned?' Legolas had put two and two together, knowing that this must be the lady that his father, Thranduil, had spoken of.
She withdrew her hand quickly. 'How do you know that my parents are absent from home?'
'I…I saw them leave. I was merely concerned for you, my lady.' All these lies – Legolas wasn't sure whether he could keep up with them all.
'I see.' She relaxed. 'Do you want to go for a walk?'
'It would be my honour – but you are wearing nothing on your feet, milady!'
'Just call my Imogen, remember? Don't worry, I have shoes inside.' She rose gracefully, leaving Legolas outside. Her movements did not reflect her state of mind though – where did she put the shoes that matched this outfit? She felt her way through the bottom of her wardrobe, finding the desired pair. Sandals, with a small heel. She needed not a large heel – even for an elf she was uncommonly tall.
'Where shall we walk to?' She questioned Legolas, not sure of any paths in this area.
'I know of a disused path, that takes you all the way to the palace itself!' Legolas tried to sound enthusiastic – a middle class boy would, if he had discovered a secret trail to the palace.
'The palace? I wonder what havoc we could befit upon it! I would dearly love to see the King and the Prince driven mad by one of my antics!'
'Then let us walk, and find a suitable plan.' Legolas was secretly wondering how his father would react when he turned up on the doorstep with a very pretty, yet anti-royalty maiden, doing crazy things. It did not cross his mind that he would be caught out. 'Why don't you just serenade the Prince?'
'I beg your pardon?'
'His bedroom is at the back of the palace. Sing a few love songs, it would really put the wind up his father, if nothing else.'
Imogen looked at him, a strange expression in her eyes. 'OK then, but only if you sing with me.'
'What? I am a male! I do not sing love songs to another male!'
'Then pretend you are singing them to a female.'
It was futile to resist. He sighed, and kept walking. All too soon, he saw the palace approaching, but no sign of this did Imogen give. He supposed that as she hated the royals so much, she would not like their home. How she could not he did not know, it was an impressive building, many stories high, with at least six turrets. He had never bothered to count them all.
'Where's the best place to sing from?'
At this request Legolas thought 'So she had noticed the palace…' But only replied 'A little to your left. That's it.'
'Are you going to sing first or shall I?'
'It would be an honour to hear you sing, once again.'
'I guess that's a 'I am too scared, so why don't you and see what happens?''
She heard no reply, so began to sing:
I have never felt like this
For once I'm lost for words
Your smile has really thrown me.
This is not like me at all
I never thought I'd know
The kind of love you've shown me.
Now, no matter where I am
No matter what I do
I see your face appearing
Like an unexpected song
An unexpected song
That only we are hearing
I don't know what's going on
Can't work it out at all
Whatever made you choose me?
I just can't believe my eyes
You look at me as though
You couldn't bare to lose me.
Now, no matter where I am
No matter what I do
I see your face appearing
Like an unexpected song
An unexpected song
That only we are hearing
I have never felt like this
For once I'm lost for words
Your smiles has really thrown me.
This is not like me at all
I never thought I'd know
The kind of love you've shown me.
Now no matter where I am
No matter what I do
I see your face appearing
Like an unexpected song
An unexpected song
That only we are hearing
Like an unexpected song
An unexpected song
That only we are hearing!
Legolas looked on in awe. He had forgotten the way the words of every song she sang seemed to be delivered with so much feeling, as if what she was singing about had really happened. He had forgotten about her voice, and the way it enchanted him, sending shivers of joy down his spine. He had forgotten that she was actually serenading him, for one reason or another.
'Well, nothing bad has happened to me yet.'
'Wait…'
'Someone is coming!' Imogen gathered her skirts up and began to run, but Legolas caught hold of her elbow.
'Don't you want to hear what they have to say?' he was completely caught up in the moment, wanting to know if his plan to annoy his father and many others had worked.
'They could behead me for what I have just done – trespassing, serenading a prince, acting like a complete and utter wench!' She spat the last words out with such a great venom that it was hard to believe that she had actually been singing about love just a moment before.
But even Legolas was stunned to see what happened next. The kitchen door opened, but neither a guard nor a servant came out of it. It was Legolas' father.
A/N: Oooh, Legolas is in deep trouble now! Will Thranduil give the game away to Imogen? Will she actually act courteously around a member of the royal family, or will it all end up out of hand and violently wrong?
Find out in the next chapter! Mwahahahaaaa! If you cannot wait until then, go r/r some of my other stories! Greatly appreciated, I can assure you!
To Alyansra: I would e-mail you, but you gave me the wrong address!
Imogen's POV
I was at a loss for what to do. Yes, I usually get up early, but not this early. Had that elven man wreaked this much havoc on my senses? I hope not! To fall in love, well that would be the only thing that I could wish for. But to fall in love and have someone else share those feelings…
Opening my wardrobe doors, I am faced with yet another dilemma. What to wear? If he comes by again, I want to look nice, nicer than yesterday. But if my parents come home, they will be annoyed that I am not dressed for work, and that I am not working. The likelihood of them coming home for at least another few weeks is slim – so maybe I will risk it. If they did come home, then I would just have to face the consequences.
I pull out a pale blue dress, light but covering almost all of my body with its high neckline and floaty sleeves. Shoes? No, I don't suppose I shall need any. I walk into the kitchen. My bedroom was downstairs for this purpose – when my parents were at home, they liked it if I did a few things before they got up. I don't mind – obedience is one of my strong points. Breakfast. Didn't fancy any. So I headed outside and waited.
Legolas' POV
I couldn't contain my curiosity any more. The festival would probably be starting in a few hours, so I had plenty of time to kill. Once again I left the palace via the back door, letting my feet carry me where they will, my mind busy on other matters.
I looked around to where I had ended up. It was no surprise – Imogen's back garden. She was sitting on the bench just like last night, except this time she was wearing a different gown, and instead of singing she was making a daisy chain. She did not seem to notice me, but my heart fluttered violently when I heard her call out: 'Back again, and so soon, Dimitri?'
~*~*~*~*~*
'Back again, and so soon, Dimitri?'
Legolas was unused to being called that name, but realised who she was talking to. So she did recognise him! A grin crept across his face.
'My lady Imogen.' He bent and kissed her hand. 'Have your parents not yet returned?' Legolas had put two and two together, knowing that this must be the lady that his father, Thranduil, had spoken of.
She withdrew her hand quickly. 'How do you know that my parents are absent from home?'
'I…I saw them leave. I was merely concerned for you, my lady.' All these lies – Legolas wasn't sure whether he could keep up with them all.
'I see.' She relaxed. 'Do you want to go for a walk?'
'It would be my honour – but you are wearing nothing on your feet, milady!'
'Just call my Imogen, remember? Don't worry, I have shoes inside.' She rose gracefully, leaving Legolas outside. Her movements did not reflect her state of mind though – where did she put the shoes that matched this outfit? She felt her way through the bottom of her wardrobe, finding the desired pair. Sandals, with a small heel. She needed not a large heel – even for an elf she was uncommonly tall.
'Where shall we walk to?' She questioned Legolas, not sure of any paths in this area.
'I know of a disused path, that takes you all the way to the palace itself!' Legolas tried to sound enthusiastic – a middle class boy would, if he had discovered a secret trail to the palace.
'The palace? I wonder what havoc we could befit upon it! I would dearly love to see the King and the Prince driven mad by one of my antics!'
'Then let us walk, and find a suitable plan.' Legolas was secretly wondering how his father would react when he turned up on the doorstep with a very pretty, yet anti-royalty maiden, doing crazy things. It did not cross his mind that he would be caught out. 'Why don't you just serenade the Prince?'
'I beg your pardon?'
'His bedroom is at the back of the palace. Sing a few love songs, it would really put the wind up his father, if nothing else.'
Imogen looked at him, a strange expression in her eyes. 'OK then, but only if you sing with me.'
'What? I am a male! I do not sing love songs to another male!'
'Then pretend you are singing them to a female.'
It was futile to resist. He sighed, and kept walking. All too soon, he saw the palace approaching, but no sign of this did Imogen give. He supposed that as she hated the royals so much, she would not like their home. How she could not he did not know, it was an impressive building, many stories high, with at least six turrets. He had never bothered to count them all.
'Where's the best place to sing from?'
At this request Legolas thought 'So she had noticed the palace…' But only replied 'A little to your left. That's it.'
'Are you going to sing first or shall I?'
'It would be an honour to hear you sing, once again.'
'I guess that's a 'I am too scared, so why don't you and see what happens?''
She heard no reply, so began to sing:
I have never felt like this
For once I'm lost for words
Your smile has really thrown me.
This is not like me at all
I never thought I'd know
The kind of love you've shown me.
Now, no matter where I am
No matter what I do
I see your face appearing
Like an unexpected song
An unexpected song
That only we are hearing
I don't know what's going on
Can't work it out at all
Whatever made you choose me?
I just can't believe my eyes
You look at me as though
You couldn't bare to lose me.
Now, no matter where I am
No matter what I do
I see your face appearing
Like an unexpected song
An unexpected song
That only we are hearing
I have never felt like this
For once I'm lost for words
Your smiles has really thrown me.
This is not like me at all
I never thought I'd know
The kind of love you've shown me.
Now no matter where I am
No matter what I do
I see your face appearing
Like an unexpected song
An unexpected song
That only we are hearing
Like an unexpected song
An unexpected song
That only we are hearing!
Legolas looked on in awe. He had forgotten the way the words of every song she sang seemed to be delivered with so much feeling, as if what she was singing about had really happened. He had forgotten about her voice, and the way it enchanted him, sending shivers of joy down his spine. He had forgotten that she was actually serenading him, for one reason or another.
'Well, nothing bad has happened to me yet.'
'Wait…'
'Someone is coming!' Imogen gathered her skirts up and began to run, but Legolas caught hold of her elbow.
'Don't you want to hear what they have to say?' he was completely caught up in the moment, wanting to know if his plan to annoy his father and many others had worked.
'They could behead me for what I have just done – trespassing, serenading a prince, acting like a complete and utter wench!' She spat the last words out with such a great venom that it was hard to believe that she had actually been singing about love just a moment before.
But even Legolas was stunned to see what happened next. The kitchen door opened, but neither a guard nor a servant came out of it. It was Legolas' father.
A/N: Oooh, Legolas is in deep trouble now! Will Thranduil give the game away to Imogen? Will she actually act courteously around a member of the royal family, or will it all end up out of hand and violently wrong?
Find out in the next chapter! Mwahahahaaaa! If you cannot wait until then, go r/r some of my other stories! Greatly appreciated, I can assure you!