*** " [ " indicates the contents of a written letter. " * " indicates
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Dedicated to all the wonderful Legolas fans out there. Hope you like this one, it's a little lighter than the previous chapters. I thought our heroes could use a little break! ~Nebride :)
"The Caverns of Mirkwood"
Chapter 12
"Lessons Learned and Lessons Missed"
[Legolas,
It is fortunate that the assassin has been captured. I hope that you will spare him no mercy!
As to my palate; it is I, who will introduce you to some decent food upon your return. We will share some stout ale and in celebration, we will roast this ungrateful, miserable hawk, which you insist upon sending to me. In fact, I may start on his preparation today…
Your friend,
Gimli]
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Legolas walked down the corridor to Alede's room. After the capture of the Greymalcin he had gone out for a time with the search party, but with no sign of Lomomir. He had caught up with Franduil however and they had discussed their father's words. Franduil was of the same mind as Legolas, that Thranduil was protecting Lomomir. But for what reason, neither of them could fathom and they both agreed that they would continue the search without Thranduil's approval.
Upon their return, Elvothien had met them and asked Legolas to dine with them that evening. Legolas was feeling the need to have his family close, and since both Alede and the children would be there he had accepted gratefully. Perhaps later, there would be time to speak with Alede.
As he stopped before her door, he greeted Hithrawyn.
The guard nodded to him and Legolas caught a glimmer of amusement in Hithrawyn's eyes as he glanced at the prince. Legolas cocked a brow at him. No doubt the older elf was speculating the reason for Legolas' formal attire.
Legolas had taken more care than usual while getting dressed and was pleased with the results. Normally he chose clothing to suit the occasion, rarely giving it much thought. But tonight he'd deliberately chosen the leggings and tunic made of pearl gray silk. The fabric turned to silver in the moonlight. White doeskin boots complimented the outfit and Legolas thought he looked well in it. That Hithrawyn had guessed his reasons did not trouble him.
Throwing the guard a wink, Legolas raised his hand to knock on Alede's door but stopped when a blood-curdling screech emanated from behind the solid wood panel. He recognized the sound as coming from the Greymalcin but what would cause it to…
Rattling the knob, Legolas called Alede's name.
Hithrawyn laid a hand on his prince's shoulder.
"Be not alarmed, my Lord. Alede is merely washing it."
Legolas blinked. "Washing it?"
Hithrawyn mouth twitched as he fought to stifle his amusement. "It happened earlier. I thought the creature attacked her. But when I burst into the room I found Alede out on the balcony upending a basin of soapy water over the creature's cage. She hopes it will improve the smell."
Legolas laughed softly. "Did it appear to help?"
"Not that I noticed, my Lord. The beast still reeks and has been snapping and clawing at its cage all afternoon."
Legolas shook his head and knocked on the door once again. After a moment it opened.
"Good evening Alede, are you…" he paused in surprise. Elvothien had obviously loaned Alede a gown, for he doubted that she carried such a beautiful garment in her saddlebags. It was white with threads of silver and cut low at the neck, displaying the delicate swell of her breasts. The tiny gold locket lay against the long lines of her throat. Her hair tumbled in waves over her shoulders and shown gold in the lantern light. While she held herself with dignity, Legolas' silence obviously troubled her and she looked uncertainly into his eyes.
"I see that you are ready," he said, recovering smoothly.
"Yes." She stepped over the threshold and locked the door once again with a spell. "Thank you for watching over my rooms, Hithrawyn. We may need that nasty little demon as a witness of sort, once Lomomir is caught."
The tall elf bowed to her and Legolas hid a smile. She'd won Hithrawyn over when she'd fought him with her staff, impressing him both with her courage and her tenacity. That she genuinely sought to aid the king had only added to the warrior's respect for her.
Legolas offered her his arm when they descended the staircase and Alede took it with all the grace of a highborn lady. Most of the time her behavior and clothing was so boyish that he occasionally forgot that she was a well-educated woman, schooled at both Rivendell and Orthanc. Seeing her now in such feminine attire was a surprise to him. Not an unpleasant one though. She might not have the ethereal beauty of Elf maidens, but the fresh look of one who'd spent most of her life outdoors was appealing in her.
"I understand that the search did not go well," she said.
"Nay, we found no sign of him."
"I saw no indication of his presence when I visited your father either."
Legolas raised a brow. "You searched Father's room? I admit that you are braver than I."
Alede laughed. "Nay, I brought him his dinner and pretended to have left something behind from this morning so that I might glance around."
Legolas shook his head in amusement. "And did he fall for your subterfuge?"
"Not at all. He asked me if I'd care to look under the bed as well."
They both laughed, but Alede quickly looked away and Legolas saw that her eyes were troubled.
"What is it?" he asked gently. "What else did he say?"
Alede shook her head. "It is not important. You know that he and I do not get on well. Our encounters are merely a little… unpleasant. But it is not important." She took a deep breath as if trying to relax herself and Legolas knew that there was far more than she was telling.
They stopped now in front of Franduil's and Elvothien's door, but before they entered, Legolas turned to her.
"I am sorry for the way my Father treats you…"
The door suddenly burst open and little Thrania threw herself over the threshold and against her uncle's leg. Legolas gave Alede an apologetic grin and picked up the little girl.
"What kept you Legolas?" Thrania demanded. "I've been waiting hours and hours for you."
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Alede sat in a comfortable chair by the fire and sipped wine contently, finally able to relax. Dinner had been a tense affair as the two brothers had discussed Lomomir. Franduil had been especially upset, almost frantic about the subject and unable to drop it, even though they were covering no new ground. Elvothien had tactfully suggested they discuss it at another time. Alede had known the princess was concerned for her two wide-eyed children who sat listening. Franduil seemed not to notice, but Legolas had seen and changed the subject. After dinner, Franduil had been called away by the steward and the atmosphere had lightened considerably. Elvothien had invited Legolas and Alede to stay and have some wine.
Alede smiled as Legolas stood in the center of the room, each child holding on tightly to one of his hands as he spun them around in a circle. They were small enough that their little feet did not touch the floor as they spun and Thrania's squeals and Elvomir's giggles filled the room. After at least a dozen circles, Legolas staggered slightly and set them down.
"Enough," he cried, laughing as Thrania begged for more. "Or all of us will lose the excellent meal your mother provided us with!"
Instead, he allowed both children to bear him to the floor with hugs and tickles. Thrania climbed astride her uncle's chest once she had "knocked him down" and sat there talking and tugging at his braids.
"He is very good with children," Elvothien said quietly to Alede.
The wizardess cast the princess a speculative look.
"Don't," Alede said.
"Don't what?" Elvothien replied innocently.
"I see the gleam in your eyes," Alede answered. "Do not attempt any matchmaking between Legolas and I. He has already told me his feelings and they are not the same as mine."
"Are you sure?" Elvothien asked with an impish grin.
"Quite sure." Alede took an uncomfortable sip of wine and changed the subject. "I have noticed the fine tapestries in your chambers. Do you weave…?"
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Legolas slipped down the wide stairs and out the main entrance. He took care that no one saw him and turned down the path toward the practice field. During the evening an idea had come to him. Franduil had identified the arrow as a student arrow. Thrania and Elvomir were beginning their archery training and Franduil recognized the fletching pattern.
If Lomomir had taken the arrow from the practice field, might it not stand to reason that the healer could be hiding there as well? Mirkwood was dangerous at night. Alone, even for an Elf it could be perilous. It only made sense that Lomomir would seek a safe shelter at night.
Legolas was halfway to the field when he realized that someone was following him. They moved quietly, but not as quietly as an Elf. The footsteps were too deliberate. Slipping from the path, Legolas concealed himself behind the trunk of a large tree and waited.
The cautious footsteps slowed and Legolas knew that his hunter had grown suspicious. But he continued to wait since he knew who it was. Movement on the path alerted him and then he pounced.
Alede made a noise somewhere between a gasp and a squeak as Legolas grabbed her.
"Just what do you think you're doing?" he hissed in her ear.
"You love sneaking up on me, don't you?" Alede said in a furious whisper once she'd recovered from her surprise.
"You were the one following me! What are you doing?"
Alede shrugged and gave him a rather helpless smile. "Following you."
"Why?"
"I knew you were up to something and I didn't want to miss out."
"You make about as much noise as a Dwarf."
"Oh, thank you very much!" Alede retorted. "And you stand out like a shaft of moonlight in those clothes."
Legolas snorted quietly. "You've changed, I see," he said looking down at her leather breaches and dark green tunic. "How did you follow me so quickly?"
"I sent Hithrawyn to stall you, then I shinnied down the vines outside my balcony."
Legolas narrowed his eyes at her suspiciously. "You did not!"
"Did too."
"You sound like my niece and nephew," he said drolly.
"Do not!"
And they both burst into muffled laughter.
"I think you had too much wine," Legolas observed.
She shook her head. "Nay, I'm not drunk, only curious. You're going to the practice field aren't you? I saw the look in your eyes when your brother said that wasn't Lomomir's arrow and guessed what you might be thinking. I knew you would try something like this."
He shook his head. "I admit it, but it's too dangerous. If Lomomir is there…"
"Then you shouldn't go alone. I've got my staff with me. And believe me," she gave Legolas a dark look. "I haven't forgotten that freezing spell Sildair used on us long ago in the Misty Mountains. It may be dark magic, but it works."
Legolas shuddered. "Let us hope it does not come to that."
*********
They approached the field carefully and checked the entire perimeter. It was completely empty and when they cautiously entered the small storage building, it too was empty with no sign that anyone was using it as a hideout.
Legolas quickly scanned the shelves and racks and found a clutch of arrows that matched the one shot at him.
He shook his head, "Only three are missing. Not even enough to fill a quiver. I don't understand it."
"Sounds like he took just a handful and left."
"But that makes no sense. A handful, as you put it, would be difficult to carry."
Alede shrugged. "I know little of archery. Perhaps his quiver was partially full and he took three to fill it completely."
"Its possible," Legolas shook his head and led the way out of the building. "I suppose we need not speak in whispers any more. It is obvious that no one is around. We might as well return to the palace and I'll go out with the search again tomorrow." He sighed heavily.
Alede could hear the disappointment in his voice and knew how weary his spirit was. Alede could not even imagine the torment he must be going through. Glancing around, her eyes fell upon a way to lift his spirits.
Stopping so that they were opposite the targets, Alede said. "I've only seen you shoot a couple of times. Is that the bow Galadriel gave you?"
"Yes, do you wish to see it?" Legolas slung it off of his shoulder and handed it to her.
She stroked her fingers along the delicate carvings. "It is incredibly lovely," she said truthfully. "But I suppose it is too dark for you to hit the target, isn't it?"
Legolas frowned at her. "Of course it is not too dark."
With a triumphant smile, Alede handed the bow back to him. "Then show me. I never get to see enough of Elvin archery."
"I've been set up," Legolas said drolly.
"Well, if you don't want to show off, I can always ask Elrohir when I return to Rivendell."
Legolas snorted as he fit an arrow to the string. "Elrohir is a magnificent warrior. But I am the better shot."
"Prove it," Alede teased.
Legolas gave her a quizzical sideways glance, but then he sent an arrow down the field with such force Alede could hear the thump several yards away.
"Well, anyone can hit a target, even in the moonlight," Alede drawled. "Can you split your own arrow?"
"What are you up too?" Legolas queried with a laugh and a curious grin.
Alede shrugged. "Do Elves never show off?"
"Never," he said with mock sincerity. Never the less, he fit another arrow to the string. Just as he was about to release, she lightly flicked her fingernail along the ridge of his ear. Her timing was perfect and the shot went wild.
"Alede!"
She laughed. "And here I thought nothing could break your iron control," she said innocently.
Legolas narrowed his eyes, giving her a ferocious look. He fended her off with his elbow so that she wasn't standing close enough to do it again.
"Now, behave," he said pulling out another arrow.
Alede stuck her tongue out at him.
"Stick your tongue out again," he warned. "And I'll make good use of it."
"Legolas!" Alede cried, scandalized by the suggestive tone in his voice.
*Is he flirting with me?* she wondered, her heart pounding. *But Elrohir used to tease me so and he meant nothing by it. Elves flirt as easily as they joke and sing. Do not get your hopes up.*
But her thought were scattered when he shot again and she turned to see the remains of his first arrow split in two.
"So," he began. "Anyone can shoot hit a target by moonlight, can they? Can you?"
"Uhm… well… we never finished our lesson," she stammered. That day had been the first day they'd discussed her feelings for him.
"Actually, we never began it." Legolas said softly. "You are very charming when you blush." He tried to tilt her chin up so that she would look at him, but she turned away.
Clearing her throat uncomfortably, Alede held out her hand for his bow. "Are you going to teach me, or not?"
"Very well, line your heals up with the target," Legolas coached, apparently willing to allow her to change the subject. He put his hands on her shoulders and turned her to his liking. "And spread your legs a little more." He taped her thigh gently and Alede wished he hadn't. She was all too well aware of him as it was.
*My fancy for him will make a fool of me!* The fact that he shimmered in the moonlight like one of the Valar did not help.
"Straighten your back." Legolas' hand stroked up the length of her back and Alede felt herself arch against his touch like a cat.
"Good," he said.
Alede nearly laughed. *He would not think me good if he could read my thoughts. Perhaps I did drink too much wine!*
"Now draw back and bring the string to the side of your face and do not drop your head."
Alede did as she was instructed, but the arrow slipped from her fingers.
Legolas bent to retrieve it. "You'll hit the target better if you use an arrow," he remarked wryly.
"Thank you very much," she said sarcastically, taking it from him and starting all over. She sighted along the arrow and held her breath. Just as she was about to release the string Legolas spoke quietly.
"Do not over aim. Sight and release."
His breath blew gently against her ear and she released the string without intending too. The arrow shot to the side of the target, disappearing onto the field.
"Oh!" she said in frustration.
Legolas chuckled. "If that had been an Orc, you would have at least frightened him to death."
"I do not need any sarcastic remarks from you, thank you very much!"
Legolas laughed at the pertness of her tone. "At the rate you are going an Orc would have escaped a dozen times by now."
"Well," Alede fit another arrow to the string and tried again, still missing the target. "I would have to start with a slow, elderly Orc."
"Or at least a very large one," he replied drolly.
"Legolas! You are not helping!" But she could not restrain her laughter. "It is bad enough that I miss the circle," she exclaimed. "But I have not even hit the target itself! I think your bow is bewitched. Could we move closer to the target?"
"How many inches away did you have in mind?"
"Legolas!!" Alede dropped her arrow and tried to swat his arm, but Legolas easily stepped out of the way.
Alede was now laughing so hard she could not lift the bow. " 'Tis not fair! I ask you for instruction and instead you tease me!"
Legolas tried to turn a chuckle into a cough. "You're right," he cleared his throat. "Alright, begin again." He walked around behind her. "Hmm… your stance is good. It is your aim that is faulty. Is the light too dim for you?"
"No… I think it is my teacher, not the light that is at fault," she said pertly.
"Nay, your teacher is the very best."
"Then why is it, that he stands and talks while my muscles tire of drawing this bow? It is much too heavy for me, you know."
"Do not give up yet," he said and she could still hear laughter in his voice.
*At least I have cheered him up,* she thought.
"Draw again and I will assist you," Legolas continued.
Alede notched another arrow and pulled back on the string. But as she sighted, Legolas' arms came around her from behind. His hand covered hers and she felt his fingers slip over the string. Alede's breath sped up as Legolas' chest made contact with her back. She felt completely enveloped by him and prayed that time would stand still. She never wanted him to let go.
"Ah," he said quietly in her ear. "Here is the problem." He shifted her aim slightly, and helped her to pull back further. "Release when I do," he instructed and the arrow flew.
"There!"
Alede looked at the target barely seeing it. She knew that the arrow had struck the center, but she hardly cared. Her entire focus was on the Elf standing behind her. The laughter that had bubbled up in her belly earlier vanished, replaced by a much more pleasant sensation. One that threatened to make her knees buckle. Turning, she looked up at him.
Moonlight glinted off of his hair and turned his clothing to silver.
"Try again," he said, still looking at the target.
"Nay, I could not," she whispered.
He looked down at her quickly and Alede glanced away embarrassed.
"It's uhm…" she held up her hand. "My fingers are not used to the string. It has made them raw."
"Ah, they will toughen in time." He took her hand and gently stroked her fingers. "We will try again tomorrow, if circumstances permit."
Alede barely heard him. "Thank you for instructing me and for letting me watch you shoot. There are songs sung in Rivendell of you and your great bow of Lorien."
"Will you sing one for me?" he teased.
Alede laughed, "Nay, I will not. But I will tell you of one them…"
He quirked a brow at her.
Alede cleared her throat self-consciously. "They sing of the Prince of Mirkwood, who shot the Nazgul from the sky at Sarn Gebir with his great bow of Lorien. That he stood against the dark sky without fear like one of the heroes of old. That he is both tall and wise and full of courage. And… they say he is fair of face beyond the measure of a man."
"Do they?" he asked, looking down into her eyes.
"Yes…"
"Alede…" he reached over to trace the side of her face with his thumb and his voice was unsteady when he spoke. "… I have missed you."
She froze, hearing the hesitation in his voice and realized painfully that he forced himself to speak.
*He pities me,* she thought with sudden dismay and understanding. Some of his actions of late had made her think that he felt more than friendship toward her. She'd even imagined that he had intended to kiss her when they stood by the lake. But she realized painfully that she must have misinterpreted the gesture.
*He only wishes to console me and probably feels guilty about my affection for him. I should not have spoken of the song!*
His guilt had concerned her before. If she could have his affection, she wished for it to be freely given. Not given from a sense of obligation. It never occurred to her that she might misunderstand him.
Speaking as lightly as she could, she replied, "And I have missed you, of course. It is a relief to me to see you so fully recovered. But come…" and she handed the bow back to him. "Let us return to the palace, for it grows late and I am weary."
Because she turned away so quickly, she did not see the look of surprise on Legolas' face.
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They walked in silence back into the palace. Legolas was completely puzzled by Alede's reaction. She had been gazing at him with quiet adoration since her arrival and now when he began to tell her how he felt, she withdrew.
*The ways of women are mysterious enough, but those of a wizardess are even worse.*
As they neared the corridor for her room, Legolas struggled to put his question into words. It was not like him to be at a loss for words. But before he could speak, they both heard a high-pitched keening sound. It quickly changed to frantic screeches.
"The Greymalcin! But what is upsetting it so?"
They raced to the corner and looked down the hall. A furtive figure struggled with the lock of Alede's door. It turned away, hearing Legolas and Alede and sprinted down a connecting hallway.
Legolas started to go after the figure, but halted when he remembered that he'd be leaving Alede unprotected. Hithrawyn was nowhere in sight though he was supposed to be guarding Alede's door.
"I'll be alright. I have my staff." Alede said. "Go! I'll catch up with you!"
"Lock yourself in your room," Legolas shouted. And then he was off down the corridor, running as swiftly as a deer.
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Alede had no intention of locking herself in her room and leaving Legolas unprotected. He was in far more danger than she.
She ran to her door. Legolas was already out of sight down the connecting corridor, so she broke the spell on the lock and took a quick look in her room. The Greymalcin was still mumbling in its cage and went into a series of furious screeches when it spotted Alede. Other than its temper, it appeared to be unharmed.
"Mutus!" Alede cried at the little beast. It immediately went silent though its mouth was open and its head laid back in a mute howl. The creature looked up in startled puzzlement by its inability to make any sound.
Alede slammed her door shut and raced down the corridor that Legolas had gone. She hadn't gone far when she heard voices. But one of them was not the voice she had expected. Creeping around the corner, she listened in astonishment as Legolas addressed his brother.
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Chapter 13 "Betrayal" coming soon. Thanks for reading and please leave a review if you're so inclined. They just encourage me! :)
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.
Dedicated to all the wonderful Legolas fans out there. Hope you like this one, it's a little lighter than the previous chapters. I thought our heroes could use a little break! ~Nebride :)
"The Caverns of Mirkwood"
Chapter 12
"Lessons Learned and Lessons Missed"
[Legolas,
It is fortunate that the assassin has been captured. I hope that you will spare him no mercy!
As to my palate; it is I, who will introduce you to some decent food upon your return. We will share some stout ale and in celebration, we will roast this ungrateful, miserable hawk, which you insist upon sending to me. In fact, I may start on his preparation today…
Your friend,
Gimli]
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Legolas walked down the corridor to Alede's room. After the capture of the Greymalcin he had gone out for a time with the search party, but with no sign of Lomomir. He had caught up with Franduil however and they had discussed their father's words. Franduil was of the same mind as Legolas, that Thranduil was protecting Lomomir. But for what reason, neither of them could fathom and they both agreed that they would continue the search without Thranduil's approval.
Upon their return, Elvothien had met them and asked Legolas to dine with them that evening. Legolas was feeling the need to have his family close, and since both Alede and the children would be there he had accepted gratefully. Perhaps later, there would be time to speak with Alede.
As he stopped before her door, he greeted Hithrawyn.
The guard nodded to him and Legolas caught a glimmer of amusement in Hithrawyn's eyes as he glanced at the prince. Legolas cocked a brow at him. No doubt the older elf was speculating the reason for Legolas' formal attire.
Legolas had taken more care than usual while getting dressed and was pleased with the results. Normally he chose clothing to suit the occasion, rarely giving it much thought. But tonight he'd deliberately chosen the leggings and tunic made of pearl gray silk. The fabric turned to silver in the moonlight. White doeskin boots complimented the outfit and Legolas thought he looked well in it. That Hithrawyn had guessed his reasons did not trouble him.
Throwing the guard a wink, Legolas raised his hand to knock on Alede's door but stopped when a blood-curdling screech emanated from behind the solid wood panel. He recognized the sound as coming from the Greymalcin but what would cause it to…
Rattling the knob, Legolas called Alede's name.
Hithrawyn laid a hand on his prince's shoulder.
"Be not alarmed, my Lord. Alede is merely washing it."
Legolas blinked. "Washing it?"
Hithrawyn mouth twitched as he fought to stifle his amusement. "It happened earlier. I thought the creature attacked her. But when I burst into the room I found Alede out on the balcony upending a basin of soapy water over the creature's cage. She hopes it will improve the smell."
Legolas laughed softly. "Did it appear to help?"
"Not that I noticed, my Lord. The beast still reeks and has been snapping and clawing at its cage all afternoon."
Legolas shook his head and knocked on the door once again. After a moment it opened.
"Good evening Alede, are you…" he paused in surprise. Elvothien had obviously loaned Alede a gown, for he doubted that she carried such a beautiful garment in her saddlebags. It was white with threads of silver and cut low at the neck, displaying the delicate swell of her breasts. The tiny gold locket lay against the long lines of her throat. Her hair tumbled in waves over her shoulders and shown gold in the lantern light. While she held herself with dignity, Legolas' silence obviously troubled her and she looked uncertainly into his eyes.
"I see that you are ready," he said, recovering smoothly.
"Yes." She stepped over the threshold and locked the door once again with a spell. "Thank you for watching over my rooms, Hithrawyn. We may need that nasty little demon as a witness of sort, once Lomomir is caught."
The tall elf bowed to her and Legolas hid a smile. She'd won Hithrawyn over when she'd fought him with her staff, impressing him both with her courage and her tenacity. That she genuinely sought to aid the king had only added to the warrior's respect for her.
Legolas offered her his arm when they descended the staircase and Alede took it with all the grace of a highborn lady. Most of the time her behavior and clothing was so boyish that he occasionally forgot that she was a well-educated woman, schooled at both Rivendell and Orthanc. Seeing her now in such feminine attire was a surprise to him. Not an unpleasant one though. She might not have the ethereal beauty of Elf maidens, but the fresh look of one who'd spent most of her life outdoors was appealing in her.
"I understand that the search did not go well," she said.
"Nay, we found no sign of him."
"I saw no indication of his presence when I visited your father either."
Legolas raised a brow. "You searched Father's room? I admit that you are braver than I."
Alede laughed. "Nay, I brought him his dinner and pretended to have left something behind from this morning so that I might glance around."
Legolas shook his head in amusement. "And did he fall for your subterfuge?"
"Not at all. He asked me if I'd care to look under the bed as well."
They both laughed, but Alede quickly looked away and Legolas saw that her eyes were troubled.
"What is it?" he asked gently. "What else did he say?"
Alede shook her head. "It is not important. You know that he and I do not get on well. Our encounters are merely a little… unpleasant. But it is not important." She took a deep breath as if trying to relax herself and Legolas knew that there was far more than she was telling.
They stopped now in front of Franduil's and Elvothien's door, but before they entered, Legolas turned to her.
"I am sorry for the way my Father treats you…"
The door suddenly burst open and little Thrania threw herself over the threshold and against her uncle's leg. Legolas gave Alede an apologetic grin and picked up the little girl.
"What kept you Legolas?" Thrania demanded. "I've been waiting hours and hours for you."
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Alede sat in a comfortable chair by the fire and sipped wine contently, finally able to relax. Dinner had been a tense affair as the two brothers had discussed Lomomir. Franduil had been especially upset, almost frantic about the subject and unable to drop it, even though they were covering no new ground. Elvothien had tactfully suggested they discuss it at another time. Alede had known the princess was concerned for her two wide-eyed children who sat listening. Franduil seemed not to notice, but Legolas had seen and changed the subject. After dinner, Franduil had been called away by the steward and the atmosphere had lightened considerably. Elvothien had invited Legolas and Alede to stay and have some wine.
Alede smiled as Legolas stood in the center of the room, each child holding on tightly to one of his hands as he spun them around in a circle. They were small enough that their little feet did not touch the floor as they spun and Thrania's squeals and Elvomir's giggles filled the room. After at least a dozen circles, Legolas staggered slightly and set them down.
"Enough," he cried, laughing as Thrania begged for more. "Or all of us will lose the excellent meal your mother provided us with!"
Instead, he allowed both children to bear him to the floor with hugs and tickles. Thrania climbed astride her uncle's chest once she had "knocked him down" and sat there talking and tugging at his braids.
"He is very good with children," Elvothien said quietly to Alede.
The wizardess cast the princess a speculative look.
"Don't," Alede said.
"Don't what?" Elvothien replied innocently.
"I see the gleam in your eyes," Alede answered. "Do not attempt any matchmaking between Legolas and I. He has already told me his feelings and they are not the same as mine."
"Are you sure?" Elvothien asked with an impish grin.
"Quite sure." Alede took an uncomfortable sip of wine and changed the subject. "I have noticed the fine tapestries in your chambers. Do you weave…?"
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Legolas slipped down the wide stairs and out the main entrance. He took care that no one saw him and turned down the path toward the practice field. During the evening an idea had come to him. Franduil had identified the arrow as a student arrow. Thrania and Elvomir were beginning their archery training and Franduil recognized the fletching pattern.
If Lomomir had taken the arrow from the practice field, might it not stand to reason that the healer could be hiding there as well? Mirkwood was dangerous at night. Alone, even for an Elf it could be perilous. It only made sense that Lomomir would seek a safe shelter at night.
Legolas was halfway to the field when he realized that someone was following him. They moved quietly, but not as quietly as an Elf. The footsteps were too deliberate. Slipping from the path, Legolas concealed himself behind the trunk of a large tree and waited.
The cautious footsteps slowed and Legolas knew that his hunter had grown suspicious. But he continued to wait since he knew who it was. Movement on the path alerted him and then he pounced.
Alede made a noise somewhere between a gasp and a squeak as Legolas grabbed her.
"Just what do you think you're doing?" he hissed in her ear.
"You love sneaking up on me, don't you?" Alede said in a furious whisper once she'd recovered from her surprise.
"You were the one following me! What are you doing?"
Alede shrugged and gave him a rather helpless smile. "Following you."
"Why?"
"I knew you were up to something and I didn't want to miss out."
"You make about as much noise as a Dwarf."
"Oh, thank you very much!" Alede retorted. "And you stand out like a shaft of moonlight in those clothes."
Legolas snorted quietly. "You've changed, I see," he said looking down at her leather breaches and dark green tunic. "How did you follow me so quickly?"
"I sent Hithrawyn to stall you, then I shinnied down the vines outside my balcony."
Legolas narrowed his eyes at her suspiciously. "You did not!"
"Did too."
"You sound like my niece and nephew," he said drolly.
"Do not!"
And they both burst into muffled laughter.
"I think you had too much wine," Legolas observed.
She shook her head. "Nay, I'm not drunk, only curious. You're going to the practice field aren't you? I saw the look in your eyes when your brother said that wasn't Lomomir's arrow and guessed what you might be thinking. I knew you would try something like this."
He shook his head. "I admit it, but it's too dangerous. If Lomomir is there…"
"Then you shouldn't go alone. I've got my staff with me. And believe me," she gave Legolas a dark look. "I haven't forgotten that freezing spell Sildair used on us long ago in the Misty Mountains. It may be dark magic, but it works."
Legolas shuddered. "Let us hope it does not come to that."
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They approached the field carefully and checked the entire perimeter. It was completely empty and when they cautiously entered the small storage building, it too was empty with no sign that anyone was using it as a hideout.
Legolas quickly scanned the shelves and racks and found a clutch of arrows that matched the one shot at him.
He shook his head, "Only three are missing. Not even enough to fill a quiver. I don't understand it."
"Sounds like he took just a handful and left."
"But that makes no sense. A handful, as you put it, would be difficult to carry."
Alede shrugged. "I know little of archery. Perhaps his quiver was partially full and he took three to fill it completely."
"Its possible," Legolas shook his head and led the way out of the building. "I suppose we need not speak in whispers any more. It is obvious that no one is around. We might as well return to the palace and I'll go out with the search again tomorrow." He sighed heavily.
Alede could hear the disappointment in his voice and knew how weary his spirit was. Alede could not even imagine the torment he must be going through. Glancing around, her eyes fell upon a way to lift his spirits.
Stopping so that they were opposite the targets, Alede said. "I've only seen you shoot a couple of times. Is that the bow Galadriel gave you?"
"Yes, do you wish to see it?" Legolas slung it off of his shoulder and handed it to her.
She stroked her fingers along the delicate carvings. "It is incredibly lovely," she said truthfully. "But I suppose it is too dark for you to hit the target, isn't it?"
Legolas frowned at her. "Of course it is not too dark."
With a triumphant smile, Alede handed the bow back to him. "Then show me. I never get to see enough of Elvin archery."
"I've been set up," Legolas said drolly.
"Well, if you don't want to show off, I can always ask Elrohir when I return to Rivendell."
Legolas snorted as he fit an arrow to the string. "Elrohir is a magnificent warrior. But I am the better shot."
"Prove it," Alede teased.
Legolas gave her a quizzical sideways glance, but then he sent an arrow down the field with such force Alede could hear the thump several yards away.
"Well, anyone can hit a target, even in the moonlight," Alede drawled. "Can you split your own arrow?"
"What are you up too?" Legolas queried with a laugh and a curious grin.
Alede shrugged. "Do Elves never show off?"
"Never," he said with mock sincerity. Never the less, he fit another arrow to the string. Just as he was about to release, she lightly flicked her fingernail along the ridge of his ear. Her timing was perfect and the shot went wild.
"Alede!"
She laughed. "And here I thought nothing could break your iron control," she said innocently.
Legolas narrowed his eyes, giving her a ferocious look. He fended her off with his elbow so that she wasn't standing close enough to do it again.
"Now, behave," he said pulling out another arrow.
Alede stuck her tongue out at him.
"Stick your tongue out again," he warned. "And I'll make good use of it."
"Legolas!" Alede cried, scandalized by the suggestive tone in his voice.
*Is he flirting with me?* she wondered, her heart pounding. *But Elrohir used to tease me so and he meant nothing by it. Elves flirt as easily as they joke and sing. Do not get your hopes up.*
But her thought were scattered when he shot again and she turned to see the remains of his first arrow split in two.
"So," he began. "Anyone can shoot hit a target by moonlight, can they? Can you?"
"Uhm… well… we never finished our lesson," she stammered. That day had been the first day they'd discussed her feelings for him.
"Actually, we never began it." Legolas said softly. "You are very charming when you blush." He tried to tilt her chin up so that she would look at him, but she turned away.
Clearing her throat uncomfortably, Alede held out her hand for his bow. "Are you going to teach me, or not?"
"Very well, line your heals up with the target," Legolas coached, apparently willing to allow her to change the subject. He put his hands on her shoulders and turned her to his liking. "And spread your legs a little more." He taped her thigh gently and Alede wished he hadn't. She was all too well aware of him as it was.
*My fancy for him will make a fool of me!* The fact that he shimmered in the moonlight like one of the Valar did not help.
"Straighten your back." Legolas' hand stroked up the length of her back and Alede felt herself arch against his touch like a cat.
"Good," he said.
Alede nearly laughed. *He would not think me good if he could read my thoughts. Perhaps I did drink too much wine!*
"Now draw back and bring the string to the side of your face and do not drop your head."
Alede did as she was instructed, but the arrow slipped from her fingers.
Legolas bent to retrieve it. "You'll hit the target better if you use an arrow," he remarked wryly.
"Thank you very much," she said sarcastically, taking it from him and starting all over. She sighted along the arrow and held her breath. Just as she was about to release the string Legolas spoke quietly.
"Do not over aim. Sight and release."
His breath blew gently against her ear and she released the string without intending too. The arrow shot to the side of the target, disappearing onto the field.
"Oh!" she said in frustration.
Legolas chuckled. "If that had been an Orc, you would have at least frightened him to death."
"I do not need any sarcastic remarks from you, thank you very much!"
Legolas laughed at the pertness of her tone. "At the rate you are going an Orc would have escaped a dozen times by now."
"Well," Alede fit another arrow to the string and tried again, still missing the target. "I would have to start with a slow, elderly Orc."
"Or at least a very large one," he replied drolly.
"Legolas! You are not helping!" But she could not restrain her laughter. "It is bad enough that I miss the circle," she exclaimed. "But I have not even hit the target itself! I think your bow is bewitched. Could we move closer to the target?"
"How many inches away did you have in mind?"
"Legolas!!" Alede dropped her arrow and tried to swat his arm, but Legolas easily stepped out of the way.
Alede was now laughing so hard she could not lift the bow. " 'Tis not fair! I ask you for instruction and instead you tease me!"
Legolas tried to turn a chuckle into a cough. "You're right," he cleared his throat. "Alright, begin again." He walked around behind her. "Hmm… your stance is good. It is your aim that is faulty. Is the light too dim for you?"
"No… I think it is my teacher, not the light that is at fault," she said pertly.
"Nay, your teacher is the very best."
"Then why is it, that he stands and talks while my muscles tire of drawing this bow? It is much too heavy for me, you know."
"Do not give up yet," he said and she could still hear laughter in his voice.
*At least I have cheered him up,* she thought.
"Draw again and I will assist you," Legolas continued.
Alede notched another arrow and pulled back on the string. But as she sighted, Legolas' arms came around her from behind. His hand covered hers and she felt his fingers slip over the string. Alede's breath sped up as Legolas' chest made contact with her back. She felt completely enveloped by him and prayed that time would stand still. She never wanted him to let go.
"Ah," he said quietly in her ear. "Here is the problem." He shifted her aim slightly, and helped her to pull back further. "Release when I do," he instructed and the arrow flew.
"There!"
Alede looked at the target barely seeing it. She knew that the arrow had struck the center, but she hardly cared. Her entire focus was on the Elf standing behind her. The laughter that had bubbled up in her belly earlier vanished, replaced by a much more pleasant sensation. One that threatened to make her knees buckle. Turning, she looked up at him.
Moonlight glinted off of his hair and turned his clothing to silver.
"Try again," he said, still looking at the target.
"Nay, I could not," she whispered.
He looked down at her quickly and Alede glanced away embarrassed.
"It's uhm…" she held up her hand. "My fingers are not used to the string. It has made them raw."
"Ah, they will toughen in time." He took her hand and gently stroked her fingers. "We will try again tomorrow, if circumstances permit."
Alede barely heard him. "Thank you for instructing me and for letting me watch you shoot. There are songs sung in Rivendell of you and your great bow of Lorien."
"Will you sing one for me?" he teased.
Alede laughed, "Nay, I will not. But I will tell you of one them…"
He quirked a brow at her.
Alede cleared her throat self-consciously. "They sing of the Prince of Mirkwood, who shot the Nazgul from the sky at Sarn Gebir with his great bow of Lorien. That he stood against the dark sky without fear like one of the heroes of old. That he is both tall and wise and full of courage. And… they say he is fair of face beyond the measure of a man."
"Do they?" he asked, looking down into her eyes.
"Yes…"
"Alede…" he reached over to trace the side of her face with his thumb and his voice was unsteady when he spoke. "… I have missed you."
She froze, hearing the hesitation in his voice and realized painfully that he forced himself to speak.
*He pities me,* she thought with sudden dismay and understanding. Some of his actions of late had made her think that he felt more than friendship toward her. She'd even imagined that he had intended to kiss her when they stood by the lake. But she realized painfully that she must have misinterpreted the gesture.
*He only wishes to console me and probably feels guilty about my affection for him. I should not have spoken of the song!*
His guilt had concerned her before. If she could have his affection, she wished for it to be freely given. Not given from a sense of obligation. It never occurred to her that she might misunderstand him.
Speaking as lightly as she could, she replied, "And I have missed you, of course. It is a relief to me to see you so fully recovered. But come…" and she handed the bow back to him. "Let us return to the palace, for it grows late and I am weary."
Because she turned away so quickly, she did not see the look of surprise on Legolas' face.
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They walked in silence back into the palace. Legolas was completely puzzled by Alede's reaction. She had been gazing at him with quiet adoration since her arrival and now when he began to tell her how he felt, she withdrew.
*The ways of women are mysterious enough, but those of a wizardess are even worse.*
As they neared the corridor for her room, Legolas struggled to put his question into words. It was not like him to be at a loss for words. But before he could speak, they both heard a high-pitched keening sound. It quickly changed to frantic screeches.
"The Greymalcin! But what is upsetting it so?"
They raced to the corner and looked down the hall. A furtive figure struggled with the lock of Alede's door. It turned away, hearing Legolas and Alede and sprinted down a connecting hallway.
Legolas started to go after the figure, but halted when he remembered that he'd be leaving Alede unprotected. Hithrawyn was nowhere in sight though he was supposed to be guarding Alede's door.
"I'll be alright. I have my staff." Alede said. "Go! I'll catch up with you!"
"Lock yourself in your room," Legolas shouted. And then he was off down the corridor, running as swiftly as a deer.
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Alede had no intention of locking herself in her room and leaving Legolas unprotected. He was in far more danger than she.
She ran to her door. Legolas was already out of sight down the connecting corridor, so she broke the spell on the lock and took a quick look in her room. The Greymalcin was still mumbling in its cage and went into a series of furious screeches when it spotted Alede. Other than its temper, it appeared to be unharmed.
"Mutus!" Alede cried at the little beast. It immediately went silent though its mouth was open and its head laid back in a mute howl. The creature looked up in startled puzzlement by its inability to make any sound.
Alede slammed her door shut and raced down the corridor that Legolas had gone. She hadn't gone far when she heard voices. But one of them was not the voice she had expected. Creeping around the corner, she listened in astonishment as Legolas addressed his brother.
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Chapter 13 "Betrayal" coming soon. Thanks for reading and please leave a review if you're so inclined. They just encourage me! :)
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.
