*** " [ " indicates the contents of a written letter. " * " indicates
unspoken thought. ***
A/N: The Evil Old Woman caught my little fudge on the Greymalcin's name! Good job! :) As I said in chap. 9, I couldn't remember the actual name of the demon I had read about, so I made one up. Well, I like the sound of "Grimalkin", which as EOW pointed out is the old word for a cat. I just played with the spelling a bit and came up with "Greymalcin".
The waterfall scene is dedicated to Jocelyn and to all of you devoted fans of Prince Legolas.;) Enjoy~ Nebride
"The Caverns of Mirkwood"
Chapter 10
King Thranduil
[Legolas,
A Greymalcin! That explains it. Nasty little devils, but easily taken care of. Simply get your father roaring drunk and once he's up chucked the little monster you can roast it in the fire. Most people like them with taters and onions, but I personally find them a bit chewy.
Has it occurred to that royal head of yours that you may be getting too close to the truth? Keep your bow handy.
Your friend,
Gimli]
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Legolas wearily rubbed his temples. He had a roaring headache from spending the entire day trying to question his uncle. But Lomomir had been furiously silent and uncooperative. Franduil had joined them and had no better fortune questioning his uncle either.
The two brother's had spent several hours searching Lomomir's quarters as well. They had not found the other missing book, the one Legolas remembered from his childhood. But there were fresh ashes in the fireplace in the bedchamber, so it may have been burned. And why had the journal been partially burned in the first place? Had Lomomir started to destroy the evidence and then changed his mind? The page that contained information on the Greymalcin had been badly damaged. Barely more than the title had remained.
Lomomir's wife had been no help to them either. She had burst into tears almost immediately and they could get nothing from her. Lomomir had shouted at them to leave her alone and insisted that she knew nothing. That was the only point upon which he was eloquent.
"Do you think I made the right decision?" Franduil asked hesitantly by Legolas' side.
Legolas shook his head to dispel his thoughts. "About…? Holding Lomomir in his rooms, you mean?"
"Yes… Father would probably have thrown him in the dungeon."
"Possibly. But as yet, we have nothing to accuse Lomomir with. Possessing a healer's journal is hardly a crime, Franduil."
"But it does link him to the attack on Alede. And why would he attack her?" Franduil asked. "Lomomir could have used or taken that book at any time. So why wait until Alede possessed it?" The older brother shook his head. "I say that Lomomir feared she would gain the truth and cure the King, there by foiling his plans."
"But what are his plans?" Legolas asked in frustration. "I can think of no true motive. He would not gain the crown except by eliminating all of us."
"Unless he hopes merely to gain more power and freedom. Since your departure little brother it has not been well between he and father. They have argued much and Lomomir has been very frustrated. He even tried once to travel to Rivendell. But Father denied him leave."
"Indeed?" That was news to Legolas. "Why did he wish to travel to Rivendell?"
"Lomomir claims that our knowledge here is becoming rustic. I think he hoped to gain wisdom from Lord Elrond."
Legolas shook his head sadly. Too late. For Elrond had passed over to the West.
"If, however…" Franduil continued. "Lomomir were to arrange it so that someone else sat on the thrown. You for instance, he might hope for a more lenient master."
Legolas snorted. "If that had been the case, I would have more likely left the kingdom in his hands and returned to Ithilien. And he still would have gained his wish."
"Yes," Franduil said slowly. "I had not thought of that possibility. You are the only one of us not affected." And because Legolas was once more rubbing his forehead, he missed the calculating look on Franduil's face.
Legolas nodded, unaware of his brother's suspicions. "Perhaps the talisman Alede made protected me. She says the Greymalcin takes several days to grow and cause discomfort. I could have been infected shortly after I arrived as likely you were. But the talisman may have prevented it."
"Perhaps," Franduil said slowly.
"In any case," Legolas continued. "I think you made the right decision in imprisoning Lomomir in his room. In a few days when Father is more recovered we will discuss the matter with him. It is his decision to make anyway. But I would rather he not know of it until he is stronger."
"Of course," Franduil replied.
They bid each other goodnight and Legolas went to the King's rooms. It was shortly after midnight and he realized Unilyn would be watching over Thranduil. He felt guilty for his previous impatience with her.
The King was fast asleep and Unilyn was in a chair near the balcony. She rose when Legolas entered.
"How is he doing?" the prince whispered.
"He sleeps well," Unilyn said and drew him out onto the balcony where they could speak more easily. "He sleeps more quietly than he has in many weeks."
Legolas was relieved. "Alede has cured him of his malady. He should begin to recover."
"Cured? Why… Legolas that is marvelous!" She stood on her toes and hugged him. "I'm so pleased. What a relief this must be for you."
Legolas chucked softly. "Yes, a relief indeed. I'm afraid I have been overwrought. I apologize, for I have not been myself. I was harsh with you the other night."
"Dear Legolas, I understand." Unilyn reached up to cup the side of his face, smiling at him winningly. "And I too have been overwrought. You know how fond I am of your father. I am sorry I troubled you. Please forgive me. I still…" she hesitated, somewhat embarrassed. "I still over react to many things. I've never gotten over that."
"Of course, I forgive you." Legolas took her hand in his and kissed the back of it. "I must go. I need sleep. Thank you for watching over him."
Legolas got only a couple of hours of sleep. His headache continued, and while he considered going to Alede for something, he didn't wish to disturb her. She'd spent the day and most of the night watching over his father. She'd come to Lomomir's rooms late in the night to tell them that their father was doing well. She expected a full recovery in a few days.
*At least the main worry is gone,* Legolas thought. He'd given up on sleep an hour before dawn and decided to go to his favorite place instead. *It will do me more good than tearing the bed to bits.*
The air was incredibly sweet as he stepped outside. Birds were starting to chirp in the pre dawn stillness, though the sun was not quite up yet. A pink glow had begun to stain the eastern sky.
Legolas walked through the dew-drenched foliage, making for the river and the waterfall that headed it. Mist crept up from the ground, shrouding him in its silvery tendrils. And the small night animals that he passed hardly noticed the Elf's presence.
Legolas reached the waterfall and the deep pool at its feet just as the first ray of sunlight peeked over the distant horizon. Much of its light was blocked up the immense trees around him, but Legolas could feel the vibrancy of the sun's rays upon the land. He leapt up onto a rock overlooking the pool and drank in the feel of the morning air.
*Too long I have spent inside, watching over my father,* he thought. The forest seemed to heal his soul, the gentle morning breeze blowing the cobwebs from his mind as easily as it lifted his hair off of his shoulders.
Quickly, he stripped off his clothing and without hesitation dove into the pool below. With strong, sure strokes he swam to the foot of the waterfall and pulled himself up onto the rock shelf beneath it. There was not a passageway behind it, as there was in Ithilien at Henneth Annun, the Window of the Sunset. But there was enough room for one dripping Elf to stand amongst the roots and polished rocks behind the waterfall. Legolas watched, almost holding his breath as the sun rose beyond the water. It turned the waterfall to a breathtaking pink, then mellowed into orange and finally brilliant yellow.
Laughing as his heart was lifted from its cares by the beauty of the falls, Legolas burst through the curtain of water. He felt the pounding force hit his head and stood still while it beat at his shoulders and back like a massage. Water streamed through his hair down his chest and formed rivulets over his belly. Invigorated, he dove once more into the pool.
He spent nearly an hour swimming, clearing his mind of the worry that had troubled him for so many days. He'd take Nia on her promised ride this morning, and then he'd speak with Alede in private.
Slipping over onto his back in the water, Legolas laced his fingers behind his head and floated easily on the surface of the water. The sun warmed his skin, turning it to gold.
Because his ears were underwater, he did not hear the slight movement in the bushes around the pool. And because his mind was engaged on the conversation he needed to have with Alede, he did not notice the eyes that watched him from the forest's edge.
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Alede stretched the kinks out of her back as she rose from bed. Yawning, she ran a hand through her tousled hair and walked to the balcony. The sun had not yet risen, but the birds were beginning their pre dawn chorus and had woken her from the first night of decent sleep she'd had since arriving.
Below her on the path leading up to the palace, she saw a glimmer of movement. Squinting in the dim light, she thought it looked like Legolas. But what he'd be doing walking out into the forest so early, she did not know. His silvery form was soon lost amongst the trees.
Turning back to her room, she lit a lantern and filled the small basin so that she might wash her face and braid her hair. Once she had dressed she went to Franduil's chambers to check on him. But Elvothien informed her that her husband had left already.
"How was he feeling?" Alede asked.
Elvothien sighed. "He is well and suffers no more, thanks to you and Legolas. But he is in a temper this morning because of Lomomir." The princess shook her head sadly. "This is a terrible shock to all of us and I'm afraid my husband is much like the King in temperament. The council too is in an uproar because of what has happened."
"It must be very difficult for all of you," Alede said sympathetically. "Well," she said changing the subject. "I can see that you are busy…" the twins were running around the room half dressed pulling each other's hair. Alede smiled at the little ones as they raced past the door squealing, and then excused herself. "I go to take the King's breakfast to him."
"A task I do not envy you," Elvothien said with a gentle laugh. "Thank you for relieving me of that duty."
Alede turned and went down to the kitchens. She took out the small kettle of porridge that she had placed in a slow oven the night before and stirred the contents. The porridge had become as smooth as cream overnight and the dried grapes she'd added were plump and tender. She poured some into a covered dish and also cut slices of bread, spooning thick butter and honey into bowls. Then placing it all on a tray, she squared her shoulders and took it up to the King's chambers. Alede was determined that this meeting with Thranduil would go well.
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Alede awkwardly closed the King's door with one hand. The chambers were silent and Alede wondered where Unilyn was. She knew that the elfin girl still sat with the king during the long hours of the night.
She set her tray down and walked into the darkened bedchamber. It was not as stifling as it had been on many occasions and Alede found the balcony door open just a bit. Unilyn was standing at the rail. The girl turned as Alede joined her.
The young wizardess was once again struck by Unilyn's ethereal beauty. She could understand why Legolas had desired her. No doubt any Elf would. But Alede was determined to put her jealousy aside. It served no purpose and doubtless, Unilyn had suffered enough in her life.
*And,* Alede thought ruefully. *I do not wish to appear the shrew in front of Legolas.*
"Good morning, Lady Unilyn," she said politely.
The girl hesitated before returning the greeting and Alede wondered again if Unilyn resented her. Though at least Unilyn showed no hostility this morning.
Turning, Alede looked out over the forest as Unilyn did. "How… uhm… Did the King rest quietly last night?" she finally asked.
"Yes," Unilyn answered. "I understand that you are to be congratulated, that you have cured him."
"Well, he is not completely cured yet. But I think that he will recover. Actually it was Legolas who discovered the cause."
"Legolas? He was always very clever." Unilyn seemed uncomfortable in Alede's presence and turned to go. "I see you have brought the king's breakfast, I will leave you."
"Uhm… thank you for staying with him. I… Unilyn…" the girl turned back and Alede tried to put her thoughts in order.
"I apologize," Alede began. "For my behavior when I first arrived. I realize you were only trying to protect your king. Also," she paused hoping to make a peace offering of a sort. "There is a salve which I make that heals scars. Even very old ones. It does not make them fade entirely, but it reduces the…"
She stopped speaking at the look of dismay on Unilyn's face. The girl threw her hands over her face, the bracelets on her wrists clattering loudly on the quiet balcony.
"How could you?" Unilyn whispered. "Have I not suffered enough that strangers must gawk at me as well?"
"I meant no insult," Alede tried to assure her. "I am a healer. It is my duty to tend the injured. And you have suffered much injury, Unilyn. I only mean to help."
Unilyn slowly lowered her hands. "I am sorry. I…" the girl seemed to recover herself. "Perhaps I mistook your meaning. I thank you. I will try your salve."
Alede nodded, "I will make some up this afternoon and have it brought to you."
Alede walked with her to the door and as she turned away, she heard the curtains on the bed being pulled back. With a sigh of resolve, she braced herself for what she knew she would find.
"Ahh, the prison warden has arrived to keep me to my bed." Thranduil said.
Taking a deep breath, Alede approached the bed. She would need all of her wits about her to deal with King Thranduil now that he was awake. Legolas, Franduil and she had all agreed that the King was not to know about Lomomir just yet.
While she had intended to serve his breakfast in bed, there was no reason he could not rise if he felt strong enough. And perhaps if she made a few concessions toward him, he might change his opinion of her.
"No indeed, my Lord," she said referring to his remark and picking up a small table. "I will serve your breakfast on the balcony if your Majesty wishes it."
The King looked surprised for a moment, but smoothly covered it up. "Then you seek to win my favor by being ingratiating, is that it?"
Alede turned away so that he would not see the frustration on her face. "Nay, my Lord." She set the table on the balcony and came back for a chair. "I merely intend to give you an hours respite before I begin irritating you."
She glanced at Thranduil out of the corner of her eye and saw the twitch of his lips.
"You use your humor to your advantage, Girl," Thranduil remarked. Alede saw the light of challenge in his face. Perhaps Thranduil's difficult nature stemmed from boredom and not malice. A brilliant intelligence lurked behind those intense eyes. Did he create conflict as a diversion for his active mind?
Alede did not think it safe to answer him, so instead she brought the King a warm pair of fur slippers and stood behind him to slip a heavy robe over his shoulders. As she did so, she thought of how different the King was from Legolas. Thranduil was large, almost bulky for an Elf and quite a bit taller. His hair was more golden, not as silvery colored as Legolas'. However, when he sat down in the chair she had placed on the balcony, Alede was struck by that same twilight color in his eyes. But the King's eyes did not contain the same gentle thoughtfulness that Legolas' typically held.
Caught for a moment in that piercing gaze, Alede blinked and hurried from the balcony to fetch the tray. Setting it before the King, she backed off a respectful distance and rather uncomfortably stood against the railing.
"Would you prefer that I leave you?" she asked hesitantly after a moment.
"No," Thranduil looked up from the bread he was smearing liberally with honey. "Look out over my realm and tell me what you see."
Alede took a deep breath. She knew the request was not as simple as it sounded. Thranduil obviously sought to test her and no doubt she would come up lacking.
Turning, she folded her hands on top of each other on the balcony rail so they would not flutter as she spoke.
"I see," she began, clearing her throat. "The sun rising above the horizon and beginning to warm the tops of the trees. Trees, that have no doubt stood here since Middle Earth was first blessed by the Valar." She paused, knowing he sought more from her. "I see patches of light and dark, that have nothing to do with the sun. Lightness pervades the forest here close to the kingdom. There are new leaves that have not been long unfurled, and bright flowers on the forest floor. I see," she continued. "The ancient realm of an Elvin people virtually unchanged and untouched, save by patches of darkness that pervade even after the destruction of Sauron."
She turned, knowing that her answer had been inadequate. Thranduil's eyes were bright, but whether it was with cunning or some other unknown emotion, she could not tell.
"What do you hear?" he asked.
Turning once again, she looked out over the forest. "I hear the singing of birds, the faint murmur of your people, the morning breeze rustling a million leaves. I hear…" she closed her eyes, searching deeper for what ever meaning he asked of her. "The far off sounds of water rushing over rocks, the whisper of the trees as they greet the morning. I hear… a faint hum, like the vibration of the earth from all the living things that have sunk their roots into it…I…" she paused and opened her eyes. "I hear the song of Arda."
Thranduil nodded once in acknowledgment. Alede noticed that he had finished off the porridge. He ate with good appetite and no apparent discomfort. He would recover and for that she was willing to undergo whatever battle of words he intended.
"What do you see and hear, my Lord?" she dared to ask.
Thranduil took a last bite of bread and came to stand beside her at the rail, clutching it tightly. For all his brave words, he was still weak. Lifting his head the breeze caught his golden hair, tossing it over his shoulder and away from his strong face. Rays of sunlight now reached past the horizon and made his skin glow. Alede was struck by what a handsome Elf he was. She had never noticed it before.
"I see," he began. "The bones of Arda, the Misty Mountains far to the west. Eagles drop from their summits to hunt. I see the pulse of my land in every tree, in every leaf. The spirit of each living thing glows with its own inner fire and life. Where you see new leaves, I see the vibrancy of the Valar's creation…"
As Alede listened she realized that she'd been wrong about Thranduil. He was every bit as wise and cultured as Elrond. But where the Lord of Rivendell had been quiet and soft spoken in his speech, Thranduil was vibrant and charismatic. Alede could easily believe that he could sway an audience with the power of his voice and his passion. Forgetting their animosity, Alede let his words flow through her, awakening her soul to the elvish world that he saw so clearly.
"Beneath it all is the melody of Illuvatar, which weaves it's tunes throughout all of our being, throughout all that we do."
Alede stood transfixed even after he ceased speaking. Thranduil turned to her.
"And before me, I see," he continued. "A young woman only barely aware of that which I speak. A woman incapable of fully understanding the complexities of Illuvatar's creation, because of her youth and because of her heritage."
Alede recoiled. His words stung as sharply as if he'd slapped her.
"Do not mistake my meaning," Thranduil continued. His voice was softer now, but if he sought not to hurt her, it was too late. "I am grateful for what you have done. And you shall be rewarded for it. I am even willing to admit that I may have been mistaken in my opinion of you. But know this, I will not allow you to have my son. You may be of good character and are obviously a skilled healer. But Legolas is, as I am. He is too far above your station. He will rule one day and our kingdoms will survive this age of men. But do not set yourself up to be his queen, for it will never come to pass. I will not allow it to come to pass."
No words came to Alede as she starred up at him. Hurt and anger crowded her mind. Thranduil turned to leave her and only then did she find her voice.
"You need not fear, your Majesty. For Legolas does not love me. But neither should you judge me so harshly. The Istari were sent here by the Valar to guide the Children of Illuvatar. While I may be of mixed lineage, I am still of that race. And I have learned a lesson which you would do well to consider."
"And what is that, child?" Thranduil asked with a contemptuous curl of his lip.
"Compassion, my Lord. One's strength is not measured by the force of their arms or the might of one's kingdom. True strength is measured by the depth of one's love. And in that regard, I am already a queen."
"Think not to lecture me, girl," Thranduil snapped. But Alede noticed once again the gleam of challenge in his intense eyes. "I have loved more than you could ever possibly know. And I know more of compassion than you could ever realize in your short life." With those words, he turned and went back inside.
Alede stood on the balcony long after he had left her.
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"Wee!" Cried little Thrania as Legolas jumped Arod over a fallen log. Legolas grinned. Thrania had both her arms stuck out as if they were wings. Arod's bright mane washed over her little legs and the grin on her face rivaled his own.
Legolas turned the great horse. Adjusting his grip around Thrania's waist more securely, he urged Arod into a run. They flew down the forest path like the wind. The only sound was the horse's pounding hooves and the little girl's cries of delight.
After a while, Legolas dismounted and while walking close to Arod, let Thrania guide him. She babbled happily about horses and wrapped her little hands in Arod's silky mane. Legolas was loath to end their ride, but he needed to talk again with Franduil and then with Alede. Reluctantly he asked Arod to follow him back to the palace.
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"I see that the King recovers," Princess Elvothien said quietly as Alede closed the door behind her.
Alede turned in the hallway to glance at the fair she-Elf. "Yes, he's doing well," she said, her voice catching in the throat.
"But you are not," Elvothien observed.
Alede gave her a brave smile that faltered. "I'm afraid that despite my every effort, the King does not approve of my company."
"There are many he does not approve of." Elvothien linked her arm companionably in Alede's and the young wizardess felt herself relax.
"I am not certain if I should be relieved or not," Alede said. "Though apparently I am in good company?"
Elvothien laughed softly. "He does not care for me either. Though I believe he approves of me as a wife for his son. But, he…" she paused for words. "Thranduil enjoys making life difficult. Tell me, what did he quarrel with you about?"
Alede glanced away as she felt a blush stain her cheeks.
"Legolas?" Elvothien enquired gently.
"Does everyone know how I feel about him?" Alede asked with embarrassment.
"I do not know. I can guess though and it was obvious when Legolas first arrived, how he felt about you."
Alede's head came up. "It is not obvious to me."
"No?" and the Princess gave her a cryptic smile. "Then I will say nothing."
"But…"
"Nay, it is not my place.
Alede rubbed her forehead. "Well… I think I will return to my room, then. I have a bit of a headache."
"If I might make a suggestion…" Elvothien said.
"Yes?"
"There is a waterfall to the west of the palace. My husband and Legolas have often gone there to swim. It is a very soothing place…"
Alede nodded. "I may have seen Legolas walking there this morning."
"No one would be there at this time of day," Elvothien continued. "It might relieve your headache. The water is very refreshing."
"Thank you. That sounds heavenly."
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Alede set her bundle down on a rock that overlooked the pool. It was indeed a beautiful place. Ferns draped down from the rock walls and the waterfall fell at one end with sufficient force to send ripples out across the whole pool. Another smaller fall led down into the stream that fed the palace.
Alede looked around, scanning the area but she could see no one. *Not that, that means anything,* she thought with a bit of embarrassment.
Climbing down the boulder, she pushed her way into a thicket of tall ferns and slowly removed her clothing. The feel of the sun on her bare skin was heavenly though, and she soon lost her shyness. Skirting the high rock, she waded into the cool water and once she was out deep enough, plunged in.
She surfaced with a gasp, for the water was cold. But not so cold as to be uncomfortable. Laughing, she rolled onto her back and kicked hard, sending showers of water up into the air. The sun shone through the droplets like tiny rainbows and Alede felt her tensions melt away.
She swam and played and let the water float Thranduil's cruel words away. She would still need to find Legolas later, but for now the roar of the waterfall washed all thoughts from her mind. Relaxing, she pulled herself up onto a boulder half submerged on the far side of the pool and combed her long hair out with her fingers. She sat still with her legs trailing in the water, letting the sun warm her skin. She looked for all the world like a mythical mermaid. Because her face was turned up toward the sun and because she was not Elvin, she did not notice the movement on the path. Nor did she see the eyes that watched her.
After a while Alede swam back across the lake and wrapped herself in the cloth she'd brought down with her. She found another perch in the sun, this time a dry one and brushed the tangles from her hair. By the time her hair was dry, she was starting to feel a little sunburned and quickly dressed.
She rolled her brush up in the bundle of cloth and took one last look around the pool. It was a beautiful place, perhaps she'd visit it again.
She started off down the path toward the palace. Movement made her head whip around and then a voice, seemingly from nowhere spoke.
"You should not have come here alone."
Alede gasped and the damp bundle fell from her arms into the dirt at her feet.
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Chapter 11 "Arrow's Flight" coming up next weekend. Thanks for reading and keep those reviews coming! They really help, plus that's how I find new authors to read!! :) ~Nebride
List of Original Characters:
Lomomir: Mirkwood's Healer and Thranduil's youngest brother.
Unilyn: A young she-Elf, probably about Legolas' age. She is Legolas' former lover.
Prince Franduil: King Thranduil's second son. He is now the crown prince, due to the oldest son's death in the War of Five Armies.
Princess Elvothien: Wife of Prince Franduil and sister-in-law to Legolas.
Elvomir: Prince Franduil and Evlothien's little boy. Nephew to Legolas.
Hithrawyn: A warrior sent to guard Alede
Thrania: Prince Franduil and Evlothien's little girl. Twin to Elvomir and niece to Legolas. He affectionately calls her Nia.
A/N: The Evil Old Woman caught my little fudge on the Greymalcin's name! Good job! :) As I said in chap. 9, I couldn't remember the actual name of the demon I had read about, so I made one up. Well, I like the sound of "Grimalkin", which as EOW pointed out is the old word for a cat. I just played with the spelling a bit and came up with "Greymalcin".
The waterfall scene is dedicated to Jocelyn and to all of you devoted fans of Prince Legolas.;) Enjoy~ Nebride
"The Caverns of Mirkwood"
Chapter 10
King Thranduil
[Legolas,
A Greymalcin! That explains it. Nasty little devils, but easily taken care of. Simply get your father roaring drunk and once he's up chucked the little monster you can roast it in the fire. Most people like them with taters and onions, but I personally find them a bit chewy.
Has it occurred to that royal head of yours that you may be getting too close to the truth? Keep your bow handy.
Your friend,
Gimli]
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Legolas wearily rubbed his temples. He had a roaring headache from spending the entire day trying to question his uncle. But Lomomir had been furiously silent and uncooperative. Franduil had joined them and had no better fortune questioning his uncle either.
The two brother's had spent several hours searching Lomomir's quarters as well. They had not found the other missing book, the one Legolas remembered from his childhood. But there were fresh ashes in the fireplace in the bedchamber, so it may have been burned. And why had the journal been partially burned in the first place? Had Lomomir started to destroy the evidence and then changed his mind? The page that contained information on the Greymalcin had been badly damaged. Barely more than the title had remained.
Lomomir's wife had been no help to them either. She had burst into tears almost immediately and they could get nothing from her. Lomomir had shouted at them to leave her alone and insisted that she knew nothing. That was the only point upon which he was eloquent.
"Do you think I made the right decision?" Franduil asked hesitantly by Legolas' side.
Legolas shook his head to dispel his thoughts. "About…? Holding Lomomir in his rooms, you mean?"
"Yes… Father would probably have thrown him in the dungeon."
"Possibly. But as yet, we have nothing to accuse Lomomir with. Possessing a healer's journal is hardly a crime, Franduil."
"But it does link him to the attack on Alede. And why would he attack her?" Franduil asked. "Lomomir could have used or taken that book at any time. So why wait until Alede possessed it?" The older brother shook his head. "I say that Lomomir feared she would gain the truth and cure the King, there by foiling his plans."
"But what are his plans?" Legolas asked in frustration. "I can think of no true motive. He would not gain the crown except by eliminating all of us."
"Unless he hopes merely to gain more power and freedom. Since your departure little brother it has not been well between he and father. They have argued much and Lomomir has been very frustrated. He even tried once to travel to Rivendell. But Father denied him leave."
"Indeed?" That was news to Legolas. "Why did he wish to travel to Rivendell?"
"Lomomir claims that our knowledge here is becoming rustic. I think he hoped to gain wisdom from Lord Elrond."
Legolas shook his head sadly. Too late. For Elrond had passed over to the West.
"If, however…" Franduil continued. "Lomomir were to arrange it so that someone else sat on the thrown. You for instance, he might hope for a more lenient master."
Legolas snorted. "If that had been the case, I would have more likely left the kingdom in his hands and returned to Ithilien. And he still would have gained his wish."
"Yes," Franduil said slowly. "I had not thought of that possibility. You are the only one of us not affected." And because Legolas was once more rubbing his forehead, he missed the calculating look on Franduil's face.
Legolas nodded, unaware of his brother's suspicions. "Perhaps the talisman Alede made protected me. She says the Greymalcin takes several days to grow and cause discomfort. I could have been infected shortly after I arrived as likely you were. But the talisman may have prevented it."
"Perhaps," Franduil said slowly.
"In any case," Legolas continued. "I think you made the right decision in imprisoning Lomomir in his room. In a few days when Father is more recovered we will discuss the matter with him. It is his decision to make anyway. But I would rather he not know of it until he is stronger."
"Of course," Franduil replied.
They bid each other goodnight and Legolas went to the King's rooms. It was shortly after midnight and he realized Unilyn would be watching over Thranduil. He felt guilty for his previous impatience with her.
The King was fast asleep and Unilyn was in a chair near the balcony. She rose when Legolas entered.
"How is he doing?" the prince whispered.
"He sleeps well," Unilyn said and drew him out onto the balcony where they could speak more easily. "He sleeps more quietly than he has in many weeks."
Legolas was relieved. "Alede has cured him of his malady. He should begin to recover."
"Cured? Why… Legolas that is marvelous!" She stood on her toes and hugged him. "I'm so pleased. What a relief this must be for you."
Legolas chucked softly. "Yes, a relief indeed. I'm afraid I have been overwrought. I apologize, for I have not been myself. I was harsh with you the other night."
"Dear Legolas, I understand." Unilyn reached up to cup the side of his face, smiling at him winningly. "And I too have been overwrought. You know how fond I am of your father. I am sorry I troubled you. Please forgive me. I still…" she hesitated, somewhat embarrassed. "I still over react to many things. I've never gotten over that."
"Of course, I forgive you." Legolas took her hand in his and kissed the back of it. "I must go. I need sleep. Thank you for watching over him."
Legolas got only a couple of hours of sleep. His headache continued, and while he considered going to Alede for something, he didn't wish to disturb her. She'd spent the day and most of the night watching over his father. She'd come to Lomomir's rooms late in the night to tell them that their father was doing well. She expected a full recovery in a few days.
*At least the main worry is gone,* Legolas thought. He'd given up on sleep an hour before dawn and decided to go to his favorite place instead. *It will do me more good than tearing the bed to bits.*
The air was incredibly sweet as he stepped outside. Birds were starting to chirp in the pre dawn stillness, though the sun was not quite up yet. A pink glow had begun to stain the eastern sky.
Legolas walked through the dew-drenched foliage, making for the river and the waterfall that headed it. Mist crept up from the ground, shrouding him in its silvery tendrils. And the small night animals that he passed hardly noticed the Elf's presence.
Legolas reached the waterfall and the deep pool at its feet just as the first ray of sunlight peeked over the distant horizon. Much of its light was blocked up the immense trees around him, but Legolas could feel the vibrancy of the sun's rays upon the land. He leapt up onto a rock overlooking the pool and drank in the feel of the morning air.
*Too long I have spent inside, watching over my father,* he thought. The forest seemed to heal his soul, the gentle morning breeze blowing the cobwebs from his mind as easily as it lifted his hair off of his shoulders.
Quickly, he stripped off his clothing and without hesitation dove into the pool below. With strong, sure strokes he swam to the foot of the waterfall and pulled himself up onto the rock shelf beneath it. There was not a passageway behind it, as there was in Ithilien at Henneth Annun, the Window of the Sunset. But there was enough room for one dripping Elf to stand amongst the roots and polished rocks behind the waterfall. Legolas watched, almost holding his breath as the sun rose beyond the water. It turned the waterfall to a breathtaking pink, then mellowed into orange and finally brilliant yellow.
Laughing as his heart was lifted from its cares by the beauty of the falls, Legolas burst through the curtain of water. He felt the pounding force hit his head and stood still while it beat at his shoulders and back like a massage. Water streamed through his hair down his chest and formed rivulets over his belly. Invigorated, he dove once more into the pool.
He spent nearly an hour swimming, clearing his mind of the worry that had troubled him for so many days. He'd take Nia on her promised ride this morning, and then he'd speak with Alede in private.
Slipping over onto his back in the water, Legolas laced his fingers behind his head and floated easily on the surface of the water. The sun warmed his skin, turning it to gold.
Because his ears were underwater, he did not hear the slight movement in the bushes around the pool. And because his mind was engaged on the conversation he needed to have with Alede, he did not notice the eyes that watched him from the forest's edge.
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Alede stretched the kinks out of her back as she rose from bed. Yawning, she ran a hand through her tousled hair and walked to the balcony. The sun had not yet risen, but the birds were beginning their pre dawn chorus and had woken her from the first night of decent sleep she'd had since arriving.
Below her on the path leading up to the palace, she saw a glimmer of movement. Squinting in the dim light, she thought it looked like Legolas. But what he'd be doing walking out into the forest so early, she did not know. His silvery form was soon lost amongst the trees.
Turning back to her room, she lit a lantern and filled the small basin so that she might wash her face and braid her hair. Once she had dressed she went to Franduil's chambers to check on him. But Elvothien informed her that her husband had left already.
"How was he feeling?" Alede asked.
Elvothien sighed. "He is well and suffers no more, thanks to you and Legolas. But he is in a temper this morning because of Lomomir." The princess shook her head sadly. "This is a terrible shock to all of us and I'm afraid my husband is much like the King in temperament. The council too is in an uproar because of what has happened."
"It must be very difficult for all of you," Alede said sympathetically. "Well," she said changing the subject. "I can see that you are busy…" the twins were running around the room half dressed pulling each other's hair. Alede smiled at the little ones as they raced past the door squealing, and then excused herself. "I go to take the King's breakfast to him."
"A task I do not envy you," Elvothien said with a gentle laugh. "Thank you for relieving me of that duty."
Alede turned and went down to the kitchens. She took out the small kettle of porridge that she had placed in a slow oven the night before and stirred the contents. The porridge had become as smooth as cream overnight and the dried grapes she'd added were plump and tender. She poured some into a covered dish and also cut slices of bread, spooning thick butter and honey into bowls. Then placing it all on a tray, she squared her shoulders and took it up to the King's chambers. Alede was determined that this meeting with Thranduil would go well.
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Alede awkwardly closed the King's door with one hand. The chambers were silent and Alede wondered where Unilyn was. She knew that the elfin girl still sat with the king during the long hours of the night.
She set her tray down and walked into the darkened bedchamber. It was not as stifling as it had been on many occasions and Alede found the balcony door open just a bit. Unilyn was standing at the rail. The girl turned as Alede joined her.
The young wizardess was once again struck by Unilyn's ethereal beauty. She could understand why Legolas had desired her. No doubt any Elf would. But Alede was determined to put her jealousy aside. It served no purpose and doubtless, Unilyn had suffered enough in her life.
*And,* Alede thought ruefully. *I do not wish to appear the shrew in front of Legolas.*
"Good morning, Lady Unilyn," she said politely.
The girl hesitated before returning the greeting and Alede wondered again if Unilyn resented her. Though at least Unilyn showed no hostility this morning.
Turning, Alede looked out over the forest as Unilyn did. "How… uhm… Did the King rest quietly last night?" she finally asked.
"Yes," Unilyn answered. "I understand that you are to be congratulated, that you have cured him."
"Well, he is not completely cured yet. But I think that he will recover. Actually it was Legolas who discovered the cause."
"Legolas? He was always very clever." Unilyn seemed uncomfortable in Alede's presence and turned to go. "I see you have brought the king's breakfast, I will leave you."
"Uhm… thank you for staying with him. I… Unilyn…" the girl turned back and Alede tried to put her thoughts in order.
"I apologize," Alede began. "For my behavior when I first arrived. I realize you were only trying to protect your king. Also," she paused hoping to make a peace offering of a sort. "There is a salve which I make that heals scars. Even very old ones. It does not make them fade entirely, but it reduces the…"
She stopped speaking at the look of dismay on Unilyn's face. The girl threw her hands over her face, the bracelets on her wrists clattering loudly on the quiet balcony.
"How could you?" Unilyn whispered. "Have I not suffered enough that strangers must gawk at me as well?"
"I meant no insult," Alede tried to assure her. "I am a healer. It is my duty to tend the injured. And you have suffered much injury, Unilyn. I only mean to help."
Unilyn slowly lowered her hands. "I am sorry. I…" the girl seemed to recover herself. "Perhaps I mistook your meaning. I thank you. I will try your salve."
Alede nodded, "I will make some up this afternoon and have it brought to you."
Alede walked with her to the door and as she turned away, she heard the curtains on the bed being pulled back. With a sigh of resolve, she braced herself for what she knew she would find.
"Ahh, the prison warden has arrived to keep me to my bed." Thranduil said.
Taking a deep breath, Alede approached the bed. She would need all of her wits about her to deal with King Thranduil now that he was awake. Legolas, Franduil and she had all agreed that the King was not to know about Lomomir just yet.
While she had intended to serve his breakfast in bed, there was no reason he could not rise if he felt strong enough. And perhaps if she made a few concessions toward him, he might change his opinion of her.
"No indeed, my Lord," she said referring to his remark and picking up a small table. "I will serve your breakfast on the balcony if your Majesty wishes it."
The King looked surprised for a moment, but smoothly covered it up. "Then you seek to win my favor by being ingratiating, is that it?"
Alede turned away so that he would not see the frustration on her face. "Nay, my Lord." She set the table on the balcony and came back for a chair. "I merely intend to give you an hours respite before I begin irritating you."
She glanced at Thranduil out of the corner of her eye and saw the twitch of his lips.
"You use your humor to your advantage, Girl," Thranduil remarked. Alede saw the light of challenge in his face. Perhaps Thranduil's difficult nature stemmed from boredom and not malice. A brilliant intelligence lurked behind those intense eyes. Did he create conflict as a diversion for his active mind?
Alede did not think it safe to answer him, so instead she brought the King a warm pair of fur slippers and stood behind him to slip a heavy robe over his shoulders. As she did so, she thought of how different the King was from Legolas. Thranduil was large, almost bulky for an Elf and quite a bit taller. His hair was more golden, not as silvery colored as Legolas'. However, when he sat down in the chair she had placed on the balcony, Alede was struck by that same twilight color in his eyes. But the King's eyes did not contain the same gentle thoughtfulness that Legolas' typically held.
Caught for a moment in that piercing gaze, Alede blinked and hurried from the balcony to fetch the tray. Setting it before the King, she backed off a respectful distance and rather uncomfortably stood against the railing.
"Would you prefer that I leave you?" she asked hesitantly after a moment.
"No," Thranduil looked up from the bread he was smearing liberally with honey. "Look out over my realm and tell me what you see."
Alede took a deep breath. She knew the request was not as simple as it sounded. Thranduil obviously sought to test her and no doubt she would come up lacking.
Turning, she folded her hands on top of each other on the balcony rail so they would not flutter as she spoke.
"I see," she began, clearing her throat. "The sun rising above the horizon and beginning to warm the tops of the trees. Trees, that have no doubt stood here since Middle Earth was first blessed by the Valar." She paused, knowing he sought more from her. "I see patches of light and dark, that have nothing to do with the sun. Lightness pervades the forest here close to the kingdom. There are new leaves that have not been long unfurled, and bright flowers on the forest floor. I see," she continued. "The ancient realm of an Elvin people virtually unchanged and untouched, save by patches of darkness that pervade even after the destruction of Sauron."
She turned, knowing that her answer had been inadequate. Thranduil's eyes were bright, but whether it was with cunning or some other unknown emotion, she could not tell.
"What do you hear?" he asked.
Turning once again, she looked out over the forest. "I hear the singing of birds, the faint murmur of your people, the morning breeze rustling a million leaves. I hear…" she closed her eyes, searching deeper for what ever meaning he asked of her. "The far off sounds of water rushing over rocks, the whisper of the trees as they greet the morning. I hear… a faint hum, like the vibration of the earth from all the living things that have sunk their roots into it…I…" she paused and opened her eyes. "I hear the song of Arda."
Thranduil nodded once in acknowledgment. Alede noticed that he had finished off the porridge. He ate with good appetite and no apparent discomfort. He would recover and for that she was willing to undergo whatever battle of words he intended.
"What do you see and hear, my Lord?" she dared to ask.
Thranduil took a last bite of bread and came to stand beside her at the rail, clutching it tightly. For all his brave words, he was still weak. Lifting his head the breeze caught his golden hair, tossing it over his shoulder and away from his strong face. Rays of sunlight now reached past the horizon and made his skin glow. Alede was struck by what a handsome Elf he was. She had never noticed it before.
"I see," he began. "The bones of Arda, the Misty Mountains far to the west. Eagles drop from their summits to hunt. I see the pulse of my land in every tree, in every leaf. The spirit of each living thing glows with its own inner fire and life. Where you see new leaves, I see the vibrancy of the Valar's creation…"
As Alede listened she realized that she'd been wrong about Thranduil. He was every bit as wise and cultured as Elrond. But where the Lord of Rivendell had been quiet and soft spoken in his speech, Thranduil was vibrant and charismatic. Alede could easily believe that he could sway an audience with the power of his voice and his passion. Forgetting their animosity, Alede let his words flow through her, awakening her soul to the elvish world that he saw so clearly.
"Beneath it all is the melody of Illuvatar, which weaves it's tunes throughout all of our being, throughout all that we do."
Alede stood transfixed even after he ceased speaking. Thranduil turned to her.
"And before me, I see," he continued. "A young woman only barely aware of that which I speak. A woman incapable of fully understanding the complexities of Illuvatar's creation, because of her youth and because of her heritage."
Alede recoiled. His words stung as sharply as if he'd slapped her.
"Do not mistake my meaning," Thranduil continued. His voice was softer now, but if he sought not to hurt her, it was too late. "I am grateful for what you have done. And you shall be rewarded for it. I am even willing to admit that I may have been mistaken in my opinion of you. But know this, I will not allow you to have my son. You may be of good character and are obviously a skilled healer. But Legolas is, as I am. He is too far above your station. He will rule one day and our kingdoms will survive this age of men. But do not set yourself up to be his queen, for it will never come to pass. I will not allow it to come to pass."
No words came to Alede as she starred up at him. Hurt and anger crowded her mind. Thranduil turned to leave her and only then did she find her voice.
"You need not fear, your Majesty. For Legolas does not love me. But neither should you judge me so harshly. The Istari were sent here by the Valar to guide the Children of Illuvatar. While I may be of mixed lineage, I am still of that race. And I have learned a lesson which you would do well to consider."
"And what is that, child?" Thranduil asked with a contemptuous curl of his lip.
"Compassion, my Lord. One's strength is not measured by the force of their arms or the might of one's kingdom. True strength is measured by the depth of one's love. And in that regard, I am already a queen."
"Think not to lecture me, girl," Thranduil snapped. But Alede noticed once again the gleam of challenge in his intense eyes. "I have loved more than you could ever possibly know. And I know more of compassion than you could ever realize in your short life." With those words, he turned and went back inside.
Alede stood on the balcony long after he had left her.
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"Wee!" Cried little Thrania as Legolas jumped Arod over a fallen log. Legolas grinned. Thrania had both her arms stuck out as if they were wings. Arod's bright mane washed over her little legs and the grin on her face rivaled his own.
Legolas turned the great horse. Adjusting his grip around Thrania's waist more securely, he urged Arod into a run. They flew down the forest path like the wind. The only sound was the horse's pounding hooves and the little girl's cries of delight.
After a while, Legolas dismounted and while walking close to Arod, let Thrania guide him. She babbled happily about horses and wrapped her little hands in Arod's silky mane. Legolas was loath to end their ride, but he needed to talk again with Franduil and then with Alede. Reluctantly he asked Arod to follow him back to the palace.
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"I see that the King recovers," Princess Elvothien said quietly as Alede closed the door behind her.
Alede turned in the hallway to glance at the fair she-Elf. "Yes, he's doing well," she said, her voice catching in the throat.
"But you are not," Elvothien observed.
Alede gave her a brave smile that faltered. "I'm afraid that despite my every effort, the King does not approve of my company."
"There are many he does not approve of." Elvothien linked her arm companionably in Alede's and the young wizardess felt herself relax.
"I am not certain if I should be relieved or not," Alede said. "Though apparently I am in good company?"
Elvothien laughed softly. "He does not care for me either. Though I believe he approves of me as a wife for his son. But, he…" she paused for words. "Thranduil enjoys making life difficult. Tell me, what did he quarrel with you about?"
Alede glanced away as she felt a blush stain her cheeks.
"Legolas?" Elvothien enquired gently.
"Does everyone know how I feel about him?" Alede asked with embarrassment.
"I do not know. I can guess though and it was obvious when Legolas first arrived, how he felt about you."
Alede's head came up. "It is not obvious to me."
"No?" and the Princess gave her a cryptic smile. "Then I will say nothing."
"But…"
"Nay, it is not my place.
Alede rubbed her forehead. "Well… I think I will return to my room, then. I have a bit of a headache."
"If I might make a suggestion…" Elvothien said.
"Yes?"
"There is a waterfall to the west of the palace. My husband and Legolas have often gone there to swim. It is a very soothing place…"
Alede nodded. "I may have seen Legolas walking there this morning."
"No one would be there at this time of day," Elvothien continued. "It might relieve your headache. The water is very refreshing."
"Thank you. That sounds heavenly."
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Alede set her bundle down on a rock that overlooked the pool. It was indeed a beautiful place. Ferns draped down from the rock walls and the waterfall fell at one end with sufficient force to send ripples out across the whole pool. Another smaller fall led down into the stream that fed the palace.
Alede looked around, scanning the area but she could see no one. *Not that, that means anything,* she thought with a bit of embarrassment.
Climbing down the boulder, she pushed her way into a thicket of tall ferns and slowly removed her clothing. The feel of the sun on her bare skin was heavenly though, and she soon lost her shyness. Skirting the high rock, she waded into the cool water and once she was out deep enough, plunged in.
She surfaced with a gasp, for the water was cold. But not so cold as to be uncomfortable. Laughing, she rolled onto her back and kicked hard, sending showers of water up into the air. The sun shone through the droplets like tiny rainbows and Alede felt her tensions melt away.
She swam and played and let the water float Thranduil's cruel words away. She would still need to find Legolas later, but for now the roar of the waterfall washed all thoughts from her mind. Relaxing, she pulled herself up onto a boulder half submerged on the far side of the pool and combed her long hair out with her fingers. She sat still with her legs trailing in the water, letting the sun warm her skin. She looked for all the world like a mythical mermaid. Because her face was turned up toward the sun and because she was not Elvin, she did not notice the movement on the path. Nor did she see the eyes that watched her.
After a while Alede swam back across the lake and wrapped herself in the cloth she'd brought down with her. She found another perch in the sun, this time a dry one and brushed the tangles from her hair. By the time her hair was dry, she was starting to feel a little sunburned and quickly dressed.
She rolled her brush up in the bundle of cloth and took one last look around the pool. It was a beautiful place, perhaps she'd visit it again.
She started off down the path toward the palace. Movement made her head whip around and then a voice, seemingly from nowhere spoke.
"You should not have come here alone."
Alede gasped and the damp bundle fell from her arms into the dirt at her feet.
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Chapter 11 "Arrow's Flight" coming up next weekend. Thanks for reading and keep those reviews coming! They really help, plus that's how I find new authors to read!! :) ~Nebride
List of Original Characters:
Lomomir: Mirkwood's Healer and Thranduil's youngest brother.
Unilyn: A young she-Elf, probably about Legolas' age. She is Legolas' former lover.
Prince Franduil: King Thranduil's second son. He is now the crown prince, due to the oldest son's death in the War of Five Armies.
Princess Elvothien: Wife of Prince Franduil and sister-in-law to Legolas.
Elvomir: Prince Franduil and Evlothien's little boy. Nephew to Legolas.
Hithrawyn: A warrior sent to guard Alede
Thrania: Prince Franduil and Evlothien's little girl. Twin to Elvomir and niece to Legolas. He affectionately calls her Nia.
