Author's note:

Hey guys! Back again and reading this very confusing thing about Sindarin that is very long and very boring which I'm going to read it later when I'm more awake and drinking Lem Sip which is a horrible cold curing concoction which needs like 4 teaspoons of sugar to taste somewhat nice. Right. I've got recommendations. Melanie my friend, has uploaded a story called Fathering woes. Give it a read. Me being her editor (ha ha) I've already read it. It's... interesting. Anyway a person's fanfics who you should REALLY read are Anon E. Mus's stories. She, like Bride of Legolas, are one of the true geniuses of LOTR fanfic writing. She's really awesome. I admire her work and know that I will never be able to compare. Seriously. She's THAT good. Anyway disclaimer: Legolas and all other LOTR characters do not belong to me.


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Chapter 13

Alice of course had been tactfully avoiding Legolas. Her excuse? Spending lots and lots of time with Nimithil and her companions. Her plan? To smile sweetly at Legolas any time he appeared and pretend that nothing had happened. The fact that on the inside her heart and brain were waging war didn't count. But keeping company with those of her own gender made her gain the little sanity she still possessed. She was lying on her bed after one of those days where she was losing the keeping her sanity battle. One part of her wanted to let Legolas love her so she could enjoy the things love brought. Another part wanted to push Legolas off a cliff so she'd have one less thing to worry about. Another part of her just wanted to bawl her eyes out, go to a guidance counsellor and soothe herself listening to sappy Backstreet Boys songs, even though, and the author is sure you'll agree, BSB sucks. The part of her that was thinking of BSB songs got to a certain one which Alice had heard a rather funny parody of and that made her giggle helplessly. So it was then that Nimithil and her friend Carenmeril came in to find her in giggling fits and wondered what on earth had been slipped in her last meal.
"Lindelë!" Nimithil cried. "Are you well?"

Alice sobered up. "Oh yes thanks. I just remembered something very funny that's all." They looked at her with raised eyebrows. "Oh you wouldn't get it." The two elf maidens exchanged glances.

"I do believe you have met Carenmeril," Nimithil said.

"Yup, I have," Alice replied sitting up. "Hi by the way."

"Lord Elrond requests an audience with you," Carenmeril told her.
"Thanks," Alice grinned. "I'll see him now." She hopped off the bed and went down to see her grandfather.

"Ah Lindelë, sit down." Elrond sighed, smiling. "How be it?"

"Um, great," Alice lied, deliberately leaving out the part of her head and her heart waging war.
"Is that so?" Elrond asked.

Alice tried the smile and nod tactic. "Just dandy,"

"Many have said you seem troubled," Elrond stated. "And that a certain elf prince is the cause."
"Must be Rivendell gossip," Alice said all too innocently, hoping to fool him. "No elven princes trouble me at all. Love doesn't either. No I'm fine Grandfather, just peachy. Really peachy." Elrond raised an eyebrow.
"Well. Your mother's kin have learnt of your return to Middle Earth," He said.
"Are you suggesting I meet them?" Alice squeaked excitedly. Elrond nodded. Alice sprang out of her chair and hugged him quickly then stepped back and sat down again. "Oh, um, sorry... that shouldn't have happened." Elrond chuckled.

"Would you like to dwell with your mother's kin?" He asked.

"For a little while," Alice said truthfully. "Are they in Rivendell?"

"No child. They reside in Mirkwood."

"All good," Alice replied. "No worries at all."

So it was decided that Alice was to go to Mirkwood. Nimithil, Carenmeril and Arwen bade her goodbye and good luck even though she had reassured them it was only going to be temporary. A nervous feeling stuck to the bottom of her stomach, like she had forgotten something important. She hugged herself and then chided herself for being so silly. This was until Elrohir reminded her she was about to slip off her horse and that wasn't a good thing. Alice held on to the reins after that. Suddenly the sky clouded over, which promised rain.

"Daughter," Elrohir said. "We must find shelter from the storm."

"Yeah, not a bad idea," Alice agreed. "Catching pneumonia would be lethal without penicillin. Oh by the way, can elves get sick?"

"Nay daughter," Elrohir replied. "Not often do the elven-kin fall sick." They found shelter from the storm in a tree canopy where Alice helped her father set up a tent. This was the first time she had been camping under the stars since Year 8. Funnily enough it was a pleasant experience this time as the tent didn't get completely soaked, no ghosts from the stories she had been told about the area to come and take off your jaw in the night and no roaring river torrent that made it impossible to sleep. Her beautifully woven cloak made a wonderful blanket and she slept soundly until the sun rose. At dawn they began riding again, but it was two whole days until they reached Mirkwood. Alice's entry into Mirkwood wasn't pleasant. There was something there, something evil that made the hairs stand up on the back of her neck which wasn't a good sign. Alice being Alice decided if she ignored it maybe it would go away. They were greeted by a boy elf in a hooded cloak.
"Greetings Master elf," Elrohir said. She could see that struck a nerve in the elf. Small hands reached up and pulled the hood back to reveal a very beautiful elf with hair that Alice instantly envied. It was shoulder length, straight, and looked like silk threads of gold. Her eyes were a chilling blue that would send shivers down anyone's spine.

"My lord Elrohir, my lady Lindelë," She said coolly as her eyes showed shards of ice. "My prince has learned of your coming. He requests an audience with my lady Lindelë." She turned to Elrohir. "His highness, King Thranduil, in turn requests an audience with my lord Elrohir." Something suddenly clicked in Alice's brain. Thranduil! Now why did that name sound SO familiar? Someone lead Elrohir off to see King Thranduil, and the elf maiden lead her off to see the elf prince. The houses of Mirkwood, Alice noticed, where basically huge elaborate tree huts. But that was good. Alice had always enjoyed playing in her tree hut back in her former home. The elf lead her to the most elaborate tree hut.
"This is the house of Thranduil," The elf maiden told her. "My prince is waiting for you inside." Alice was lead through many beautiful halls to an elaborate door, with strange lettering on the front. The elf maiden opened the door to reveal... Legolas. Alice turned toward the elf maiden.
"So where's this elf prince guy?" She asked, hoping to all high heavens that it wasn't Legolas and ignoring that intuitive feeling that it was.

"He is right before you," Legolas replied, with a silly grin on his face. Alice wanted to give him a black eye. "You may leave now, Elwaeglos." The elf maiden nodded and left.

"You're the elf prince of Mirkwood?!" Alice spluttered.
"I believe I did tell you," Legolas said cheerfully. "Did you forget?" Alice felt anger bubbling up within her for absolutely no reason. She breathed deeply trying to keep it at bay. For Alice, keeping anger at bay wasn't easy. Her anger, once it had gone beyond boiling point made her fly into a rage of yelling and cursing that was better not seen in polite society. Polite society happened to be Legolas's room, so Alice was pretending everything was just dandy.
"Yeah, obviously," Alice muttered. Legolas's face suddenly fell.
"You are angry with me," He stated. She glared at him.
"Yes if you must know," Alice snapped. Suddenly all the anger flood gates broke down. "How dare you have the right to kiss me, bound off to Mirkwood, embarrass me in front of your sister and sit me in this room and pretend nothing has happened, saying that you're the elf prince of Mirkwood, sorry you must have forgotten!"

"Im annan an le na meleth nin," He murmured softly. "Have you quite finished?" Alice sighed.
"I'm sorry," She said ruefully. "I'm... a confused being." She smiled. "What did you say before? It sounded sad."

Legolas blinked away tears. "Nothing of importance, bain nîn. Please do not concern yourself."

"Legolas... um can we talk, please?" Alice mumbled shyly, sitting down on the elaborate four poster bed hugging her knees. Legolas sat down next to her, directing his electric blue eyes into hers.
"What is it that you want to voice?" He wanted to know.
"YoukissingmebecauseI'mconfusedaboutitandIdon'tknowifitwasajokeorforrealandcanyoutellmejustsothatIknowwhereIstand?" Alice blurted out. Legolas smiled and caressed her cheek.

"I was not a joke bain nîn," He told her. Damn. She should have known that Legolas, being the gentleman he is, would never play a joke on a lady.

"So, you like me then," She said hoarsely, truth dawning upon her. "In that way." Legolas chucked, knowing what she meant. He pulled her into an embrace.

"I like you not anymore, but I love you more than words can express." And with that, Legolas kissed Alice once more.

The chapter could be ended there, but not without the great feast of Thranduil to welcome one of Elrohir, Elrond's son, and his daughter. King Thranduil in his glory was sitting at the head of the table. And by a certain twist of fate she was sitting between Queen Anarrîs and Princess Calenawar.

"Hello Lady Lindelë," Queen Anarrîs said. "I have heard much about you. My son speaks of nothing else."

"I'm flattered ma'am," Alice replied, trying to stop blushing remembering the event from earlier.
"Please, you may call Anarrîs," She said gracefully. "I feel as if I know you from the extent of which my son talks about you."

"Legolas obviously needs to get out more," Alice mumbled. "For I am nothing special."

"Is that so?" Anarrîs inquired. "For that is not what I hear. I hear you used to live in Higher Earth and that you are a very accomplished musician. And that you are very beautiful. Legolas was not wrong."

"Thank you Anarrîs," Alice replied.

"I do not believe you have met my youngest child, Calenawar," She said.
"No I haven't," Alice turned to the girl on her right. "Hey there."

"Greetings Lindelë, holder of my brother's heart," Calenawar said slyly. Alice suddenly couldn't hold it back. Redness flooded her face in full force.

"I..I.. um.. how did you know?" She stuttered.

"I know my brother too well," Calenawar replied, just as slyly. "And now I am proven that you are the holder of my brother's heart by the blush on your formally pale cheek."

No point in denying it now, Alice She thought.

"I must ask," Calenawar began. "Do you love my brother in return?"

"Calenawar!" Her mother admonished. "Do not ask such questions of our guest!"

"Oh it's ok," babbled the now very embarrassed and very red Alice.

"I am sorry Lindelë, I felt it necessary for me to know if you loved my brother in return," She said apologetically. "I do not want my brother to get hurt."
"I do love him Calenawar," Alice replied then whispered to herself, looking across the room at Legolas. "Oh do I love him." And so hereforth began Alice's time dwelling in Mirkwood.

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Well. You're all going to hurt me now aren't you? That was a bit too sappy methinks. Oh well. That needed to go there sometime. I was originally going to call Elwaeglos Dolenadeliheledh because Courtney wanted her character (who is Elwaeglos) to be called something that meant "Hiding behind the glass" so that's what Dolenadeliheledh means. "Hiding behind the glass" is her quote you see. But we decided it was a bit of a mouthful so we called her Elwaeglos instead which means "blue icicle". Anyway I had a go at penning Sindarin this time. Of course, the grammer's probably wrong, but I'm going to read up on that, I've got a whole texts worth to read about how to structure Sindarin sentences. But here's what everything means.

Im annan an le na meleth nin – I long for you to love me

Bain nîn – Fair one

Anarrîs – Earth Queen

Calenawar – Green Wood (I couldn't think of any thing better. I will and rename her later)

Carenmeril – Red Rose

Elwaeglos – Blue Icicle

Anyway, I just want to say another thing before I go. BOL (Bride of Legolas), if you're reading this, you are a very cruel person. You haven't updated your story for a week! Can't you see you're killing innocent people out there who are dying because they don't know what happens next? Like ME? I beg of you. Stop procrastinating and being cruel and post the next chapter to BCWYWF Part 2 because I love your story so much that I have to know what happens to Rhiannon, Legolas, Turlin, that guy who Lasbelin's in love with (I can't spell his name for the life of me sorry), adorable little Will and if Fred being the hilariously funny omnipotent that he is, helps out. Oh yeah one question I've been dying to ask about Rhiannon. Is she pregnant by any chance?? Right. I'm going to stop now as you all probably think I am crazy. I will post more as soon as I can. Next week's going to be chaos, so I might not be able to post much, but I'll try just for you all. I have to dash. Toodles!!