When Dreams Aren't What They Should Be.
A/N: Apparently my author's notes are too long ::glares at Maria/Finnigan:: , so here's a nice short one.
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NOTE: I borrowed a song by Janet Jackson called "Again" which was in the film "Poetic Justice" (which I haven't seen, but hey).
CHPT4: Minas Tirith and a Banquet so Fine.
After another day of continuous travel, Kaïra and Legolas finally came in sight of the tall spires of Minas Arnor, the Tower of the Rising Moon. Its tall towers gleamed in the sunlight, as great monoliths and pillars reached up to the skies.
The two riders stopped, looking out towards the city in awe.
"Minas Tirith, the great city of Gondor," breathed Legolas, never taking his eyes from their destination. "We should be there by sun-down."
Kaïra was completely still, trying to take in its magnitude, and had to ride hard to catch up with Legolas. The city grew closer with every minute that passed, and as the sky was streaked with gold and purples of every shade, they found themselves at its gates.
~*~*~*~
"Who goes there?"
"An embassy for the King." Legolas answered, his voice clear and confident.
"For the King, eh?" Was that mockery in his voice? Kaïra dispelled the thought quickly, surely the King's guardsman would not be so disrespectful.
"And where has this, ahem, embassy been sent?"
Legolas was obviously irritated by this man's questions. "From the north," he snapped, "we have journeyed far from our homes in the Greenwood, and desire an audience with King Aragorn."
There was a short silence, as the man seemed to consider this. "Elves then, are you?"
"Yes. We are elves, and we wish to enter the city. Must I be forced to climb over the walls, or will you open the gates?"
"Wait there."
Legolas frowned at the gates in front of him, as the shadow on the other side disappeared.
"Is it always like this?" Kaïra asked.
"No, at least, it was not before."
"Well. I guess if we had come during the day it might have been easier."
"Perhaps."
~*~*~*~
I heard from a friend today and she said you were in town.
Suddenly the memories come back to me in my mind.
~*~*~*~
The guard returned, and Kaïra's Elven eyes followed him through the darkness.
The gates swung open, and the man stood back. He was old, about sixty, she guessed, judging by the deep lines on his face.
"Sorry 'bout that," He said, "after dark we always have to ask more questions. Getting a bit short sighted in me old age as well." He added, muttering to himself.
A young boy, dressed in the royal uniform approached them, and led them into the castle through many winding hallways.
"It must be strange for you," she said after a while, glancing at Legolas quickly as they walked. "You know, coming back here, after all this time."
He didn't answer, apparently lost in thought.
"How do you think that King Aragorn will greet us?"
"How?" He looked at her, and considered the reply. "I think that he will be happy to see us. I have missed him greatly. I have missed all of them."
Kaïra smiled, "I can guarantee that he will have missed you too."
~*~*~*~
How can I be strong, I've asked myself,
Time and time I've said.
~*~*~*~
They were guided into a great hall, where tables were laid out, each lined with masses of food on silver platters, and rich wine overflowing from the goblets.
The pageboy paused for a moment, and said, "I will announce your arrival to King Aragorn."
The King was on the other side of the hall, and the two Elves stood at the entrance awaiting directions from Aragorn himself. Soon, the boy returned, and took them into the room, weaving between tables and people, towards the table at the head of the room.
As he saw them approach, Aragorn stood, his face breaking into a smile.
"Why, Legolas!" He embraced his friend.
"Aragorn, it has been a long time."
"Too long, my friend, too long! Had I known that you were coming - "
"Aye, but this visit was not planned." He smiled.
Kaïra stood by, seeing the mutual closeness between the two men.
"And you have you brought with you, Legolas?" He turned his attention to her, and Kaïra blushed.
"I am Kaïra, daughter of Chaïrrom."
"Ah," his eyes twinkled, "and how did Legolas tie you down to go on this escapade of his?"
"I refused to let him leave without me." The rumbling laughter that followed reminded her of autumn days spent in Mirkwood, beneath the golden leaves.
Aragorn raised his hands to the gathering, and the hubbub became silent.
"People of Gondor, we have with us two of the most worthy guests that I could ever ask for. Might I introduce to you Legolas Greenleaf, Prince of Mirkwood, and his noble companion, Kaïra, daughter of Chaïrrom." He waved towards the two at his side, as the crowd greeted them with interest.
After a while, Aragorn offered them places at the table next to him, and they ate together, discussing the politics of Middle-Earth, and inquiring as to the states of their Kingdoms. The night wore on, however, and the travellers, tired after their long journey, requested to take their leave.
Aragorn smiled once more. "Of course!" he said, "I will arrange for you to be given quarters within the castle." The he turned to his left side, and said to the person seated there, "My dear, would you be so kind as to guide them to their rooms.?"
The voice that answered was sweet and melodic. "I would take great pleasure in it."
Kaïra saw the chair being pushed back, and held her breath as the figure stood. Arwen. Queen of Gondor, and daughter of Elrond half-elven. Her long dark hair was flowing down her back, and the thin golden circlet rested lightly on her forehead.
~*~*~*~
.That I'll never fall in love with you again.
~*~*~*~
"Lady Arwen." Kaïra bowed in greeting.
"Welcome to Gondor, Kaïra of Mirkwood. Legolas." Her smile was warm and sincere, much like that of her husband.
"Arwen. You haven't changed at all."
"Is that a good thing?" she laughed, leaving the room.
"It will always be a good thing."
~*~*~*~
A wounded heart you gave, my soul you took away
Good intentions you had many, I know you did.
~*~*~*~
"So what brings you to Gondor?"
The passages through which she led them were adorned with tapestries and paintings, telling of the history of the men of Gondor.
"Many reasons."
When Legolas did not seem to elaborate, Kaïra added, "I think we both needed a change of scenery."
Arwen nodded, as though she understood exactly why they had come.
~*~*~*~
I come from a place that hurts, and God knows how I've cried.
And I never want to return, never fall again.
~*~*~*~
She stopped at a door, and opened it. "This will be your room, Kaïra, I hope that you find it suitable." Kaïra went in and looked around.
"Wow, yes, this room is great, thank you."
Arwen nodded. "Is there anything else that I could get you? Anything that you might need?"
Kaïra shook her head. "No, this room is perfect, I wouldn't think of asking for anything else."
"Workmanship such as this is not found anywhere else. It truly is magnificent." She smiled again. "Good night, Kaïra."
"Good night, and thank you."
Arwen and Legolas withdrew, and they walked in silence towards Legolas' room.
~*~*~*~
So here we are alone again, didn't think it'd come to this.
And to think it all began with just a little kiss.
~*~*~*~
"So," Arwen said.
"So," he replied.
"I guess things aren't going well for you back home?"
He looked at her. "You could say that. I tend to think that I don't really have a home any more."
They stopped walking, and Arwen looked at him quizzically.
"Why do you think that?"
"Mirkwood has become a mere cage to me. I long to be free, to fly with the birds to wherever my feet take me."
Arwen looked at the ground for a moment, seemingly deep in thought.
"So why come here?"
"Because this is where my feet led me. Perhaps this is my true home. My thoughts have been bent on Gondor since I first left."
~*~*~*~
I've come too close for happiness to have it swept away.
Don't think I can take the pain, never fall again.
~*~*~*~
The continued to walk, each thinking silently, until they arrived at a second room.
"I believe that you will be glad to have your old room back." She smiled, motioning him to enter. "Everything should be as you remember it."
"Yes, everything is perfect. always will be."
"Um. well, yes, I would not have let them change thing from the way that you knew them to be."
"You expected my return?"
"No."
~*~*~*~
Kind of late in the game and my heart is in your hands.
~*~*~*~
Legolas sat on the edge of the bed, and offered her a seat, which she declined.
"So how is your father?" She asked.
"Same as usual. I doubt that he will ever give me any sort of credit for anything. He will never see what he does not want to." He paused. "However, I hear that Elladan and Elrohir continue to run Rivendell with a strange finesse."
"Those two always were the trouble makers." She laughed.
They went silent, each reminiscing on the time when all the ring-bearers were to be found on the Western shore.
"I've missed you, you know." Arwen said meekly. "I wish that things could have been different. better for both of us."
~*~*~*~
Don't you stand there and then tell me you love me,
then leave again.
~*~*~*~
Legolas buried his head in his hands. "Arwen?" he said, "Promise you'll never leave me. I don't think I could stand to be alone."
Arwen rushed forwards, and wrapped Legolas in a tight hug. "I promise, Legolas, I'll be here for as long as you need me."
Then, without a word, she rose, and left the room, closing the door softly behind her.
~*~*~*~
'Cause I'm falling in love with you again.
~*~*~*~
A/N: Apparently my author's notes are too long ::glares at Maria/Finnigan:: , so here's a nice short one.
Email comments/tips/whatever to
heven_vs_hell69@hotmail.com -OR- insaneasylumescapee@yahoo.co.uk .
Either that or you can just put it in a review.
Thank you to everyone who reviewed ::hands out cookies:: You've made my day!
NOTE: I borrowed a song by Janet Jackson called "Again" which was in the film "Poetic Justice" (which I haven't seen, but hey).
CHPT4: Minas Tirith and a Banquet so Fine.
After another day of continuous travel, Kaïra and Legolas finally came in sight of the tall spires of Minas Arnor, the Tower of the Rising Moon. Its tall towers gleamed in the sunlight, as great monoliths and pillars reached up to the skies.
The two riders stopped, looking out towards the city in awe.
"Minas Tirith, the great city of Gondor," breathed Legolas, never taking his eyes from their destination. "We should be there by sun-down."
Kaïra was completely still, trying to take in its magnitude, and had to ride hard to catch up with Legolas. The city grew closer with every minute that passed, and as the sky was streaked with gold and purples of every shade, they found themselves at its gates.
~*~*~*~
"Who goes there?"
"An embassy for the King." Legolas answered, his voice clear and confident.
"For the King, eh?" Was that mockery in his voice? Kaïra dispelled the thought quickly, surely the King's guardsman would not be so disrespectful.
"And where has this, ahem, embassy been sent?"
Legolas was obviously irritated by this man's questions. "From the north," he snapped, "we have journeyed far from our homes in the Greenwood, and desire an audience with King Aragorn."
There was a short silence, as the man seemed to consider this. "Elves then, are you?"
"Yes. We are elves, and we wish to enter the city. Must I be forced to climb over the walls, or will you open the gates?"
"Wait there."
Legolas frowned at the gates in front of him, as the shadow on the other side disappeared.
"Is it always like this?" Kaïra asked.
"No, at least, it was not before."
"Well. I guess if we had come during the day it might have been easier."
"Perhaps."
~*~*~*~
I heard from a friend today and she said you were in town.
Suddenly the memories come back to me in my mind.
~*~*~*~
The guard returned, and Kaïra's Elven eyes followed him through the darkness.
The gates swung open, and the man stood back. He was old, about sixty, she guessed, judging by the deep lines on his face.
"Sorry 'bout that," He said, "after dark we always have to ask more questions. Getting a bit short sighted in me old age as well." He added, muttering to himself.
A young boy, dressed in the royal uniform approached them, and led them into the castle through many winding hallways.
"It must be strange for you," she said after a while, glancing at Legolas quickly as they walked. "You know, coming back here, after all this time."
He didn't answer, apparently lost in thought.
"How do you think that King Aragorn will greet us?"
"How?" He looked at her, and considered the reply. "I think that he will be happy to see us. I have missed him greatly. I have missed all of them."
Kaïra smiled, "I can guarantee that he will have missed you too."
~*~*~*~
How can I be strong, I've asked myself,
Time and time I've said.
~*~*~*~
They were guided into a great hall, where tables were laid out, each lined with masses of food on silver platters, and rich wine overflowing from the goblets.
The pageboy paused for a moment, and said, "I will announce your arrival to King Aragorn."
The King was on the other side of the hall, and the two Elves stood at the entrance awaiting directions from Aragorn himself. Soon, the boy returned, and took them into the room, weaving between tables and people, towards the table at the head of the room.
As he saw them approach, Aragorn stood, his face breaking into a smile.
"Why, Legolas!" He embraced his friend.
"Aragorn, it has been a long time."
"Too long, my friend, too long! Had I known that you were coming - "
"Aye, but this visit was not planned." He smiled.
Kaïra stood by, seeing the mutual closeness between the two men.
"And you have you brought with you, Legolas?" He turned his attention to her, and Kaïra blushed.
"I am Kaïra, daughter of Chaïrrom."
"Ah," his eyes twinkled, "and how did Legolas tie you down to go on this escapade of his?"
"I refused to let him leave without me." The rumbling laughter that followed reminded her of autumn days spent in Mirkwood, beneath the golden leaves.
Aragorn raised his hands to the gathering, and the hubbub became silent.
"People of Gondor, we have with us two of the most worthy guests that I could ever ask for. Might I introduce to you Legolas Greenleaf, Prince of Mirkwood, and his noble companion, Kaïra, daughter of Chaïrrom." He waved towards the two at his side, as the crowd greeted them with interest.
After a while, Aragorn offered them places at the table next to him, and they ate together, discussing the politics of Middle-Earth, and inquiring as to the states of their Kingdoms. The night wore on, however, and the travellers, tired after their long journey, requested to take their leave.
Aragorn smiled once more. "Of course!" he said, "I will arrange for you to be given quarters within the castle." The he turned to his left side, and said to the person seated there, "My dear, would you be so kind as to guide them to their rooms.?"
The voice that answered was sweet and melodic. "I would take great pleasure in it."
Kaïra saw the chair being pushed back, and held her breath as the figure stood. Arwen. Queen of Gondor, and daughter of Elrond half-elven. Her long dark hair was flowing down her back, and the thin golden circlet rested lightly on her forehead.
~*~*~*~
.That I'll never fall in love with you again.
~*~*~*~
"Lady Arwen." Kaïra bowed in greeting.
"Welcome to Gondor, Kaïra of Mirkwood. Legolas." Her smile was warm and sincere, much like that of her husband.
"Arwen. You haven't changed at all."
"Is that a good thing?" she laughed, leaving the room.
"It will always be a good thing."
~*~*~*~
A wounded heart you gave, my soul you took away
Good intentions you had many, I know you did.
~*~*~*~
"So what brings you to Gondor?"
The passages through which she led them were adorned with tapestries and paintings, telling of the history of the men of Gondor.
"Many reasons."
When Legolas did not seem to elaborate, Kaïra added, "I think we both needed a change of scenery."
Arwen nodded, as though she understood exactly why they had come.
~*~*~*~
I come from a place that hurts, and God knows how I've cried.
And I never want to return, never fall again.
~*~*~*~
She stopped at a door, and opened it. "This will be your room, Kaïra, I hope that you find it suitable." Kaïra went in and looked around.
"Wow, yes, this room is great, thank you."
Arwen nodded. "Is there anything else that I could get you? Anything that you might need?"
Kaïra shook her head. "No, this room is perfect, I wouldn't think of asking for anything else."
"Workmanship such as this is not found anywhere else. It truly is magnificent." She smiled again. "Good night, Kaïra."
"Good night, and thank you."
Arwen and Legolas withdrew, and they walked in silence towards Legolas' room.
~*~*~*~
So here we are alone again, didn't think it'd come to this.
And to think it all began with just a little kiss.
~*~*~*~
"So," Arwen said.
"So," he replied.
"I guess things aren't going well for you back home?"
He looked at her. "You could say that. I tend to think that I don't really have a home any more."
They stopped walking, and Arwen looked at him quizzically.
"Why do you think that?"
"Mirkwood has become a mere cage to me. I long to be free, to fly with the birds to wherever my feet take me."
Arwen looked at the ground for a moment, seemingly deep in thought.
"So why come here?"
"Because this is where my feet led me. Perhaps this is my true home. My thoughts have been bent on Gondor since I first left."
~*~*~*~
I've come too close for happiness to have it swept away.
Don't think I can take the pain, never fall again.
~*~*~*~
The continued to walk, each thinking silently, until they arrived at a second room.
"I believe that you will be glad to have your old room back." She smiled, motioning him to enter. "Everything should be as you remember it."
"Yes, everything is perfect. always will be."
"Um. well, yes, I would not have let them change thing from the way that you knew them to be."
"You expected my return?"
"No."
~*~*~*~
Kind of late in the game and my heart is in your hands.
~*~*~*~
Legolas sat on the edge of the bed, and offered her a seat, which she declined.
"So how is your father?" She asked.
"Same as usual. I doubt that he will ever give me any sort of credit for anything. He will never see what he does not want to." He paused. "However, I hear that Elladan and Elrohir continue to run Rivendell with a strange finesse."
"Those two always were the trouble makers." She laughed.
They went silent, each reminiscing on the time when all the ring-bearers were to be found on the Western shore.
"I've missed you, you know." Arwen said meekly. "I wish that things could have been different. better for both of us."
~*~*~*~
Don't you stand there and then tell me you love me,
then leave again.
~*~*~*~
Legolas buried his head in his hands. "Arwen?" he said, "Promise you'll never leave me. I don't think I could stand to be alone."
Arwen rushed forwards, and wrapped Legolas in a tight hug. "I promise, Legolas, I'll be here for as long as you need me."
Then, without a word, she rose, and left the room, closing the door softly behind her.
~*~*~*~
'Cause I'm falling in love with you again.
~*~*~*~
