Title- Deceived
Author- RdTale
Disclaimer: I do not own them. Do not sue.
Since it took me so long to get this part out, I wrote two chapters instead of one.
Here's the next chapter. Tell me how you like it please.
The gardens of Rivendell were well known for their incredible beauty. Flowers bloomed brightly, regardless of the season
and magnificent tress shaded every pathway. At this moment, two figures could be seen walking through the one of the
royal gardens, enjoying the scenery.
Lady Arwen, daughter of King Elrond, and Aragorn, heir of Isiulder, watched the almost ethereal beauty which
surrounded.
Arwen had approached him after King Elrond had dismissed them, offering to show them around the palace. Boromir had
declined and had gone to his room. Not wanting to insult the princess, Aragorn had accepted.
"How long do you plan to remain here?" Arwen's soft feminine voice asked.
"I am not quite sure, Lady Arwen." Aragorn answered. "Until we are summoned to return back home."
They continued on in a somewhat comfortable silence.
Arwen seemed entranced by the living things around them, but Aragorn's was preoccupied. As soon as he had seen Arwen,
he had been struck by her. Even now he could not help glancing at her out of the corner of his eye.
And yet, there was something in him that resisted her charms.
Flashes of pale satin skin . . .
Long golden hair . . .
and soulfull blue eyes . . .
His mind kept wandering back to that moment in the forest, when he had shared that one kiss with Legolas.
Aragorn felt he had betrayed the young elf.
Arwen watched the handsome Ranger as they walked on the path. She was sure that she had gotten his attention.
Oh yes. She had noticed his sideway glances when he thought she was not looking, but for some reason he held back.
Over her many years she had won over many men and elves alike. They all flocked to her, some captivated by her
beauty and some by her father's power. Arwen did not mind that others sought to gain her father's favor through her.
After all she always got something out of it. That's how it worked. They both used each other and gained mutual benefits.
This was her most important venture, though. She new that the man which walked beside her would one day be High
King. He would hold incredible power and many people would bow to his command. It would be important to catch
him right now, before he gained all that power.
A power which would ,of course, be passed on to herself.
Arwen could not believe that the ranger had not fallen for her because she was lacking. No, there must be some other
reason.
Was he already betrothed? An arranged marriage by one's own parents was not at all unusual in these times.
Arwen walked over to one of the fountains that adorned the path. It featured a plant that only grew in Elvin territories.
Delicate lines wrapped around a single long stem which ended in a small blossom.
She dipped her fingers in the cool water and smiled back at Aragorn.
"My father had these installed years after he finished the garden itself." She said sweetly. "Of course I insisted that he use
a far more practical design than what he had chosen. Does your father insist on such things? " Arwen continued, "Or is
it only mine?"
"My parents are both living farther east, my Lady," Aragorn answered, "I rarely speak with them."
Arwen nodded and they continued down through the garden.
So it was not an arranged marriage and only priests were celibate. There must be someone else, then.
Someone who would have to be taken care of.
The banquet hall was marvelously decorated. Candles illuminated the room, tall and majestic on their intricate silver holders.
The long white tables were laden with food and drink and tantalizing smells drifted from under the coverings.
Arwen wove her way through the guests, her sharp eyes searching the room. She spotted Aragorn above the crowd and
headed in his direction.
The tall man was conversing with an elven scout. Arwen noticed that, unlike her father's people, this elf was very fair in appearance.
She narrowed her eyes as she saw the way that Aragorn looked at his companion. Arwen was gifted in the ability to read people and she
saw that their acquaintance was more than one of friendship.
So this was the person who had caught Aragorn's attention.
Arwen searched her memory for this particular scout's name. After a few seconds contemplation, she remembered.
Legolas Greenleaf.
"Good evening, Aragorn."
Both males looked up at the sound of her voice.
"I hope your enjoying yourself tonight." Arwen smiled at Aragorn and then turned her gaze towards Legolas.
"Why Legolas!" she said sweetly. "Whatever are you doing here? Shouldn't you be out on duty tonight?"
Before the elf could reply he was interrupted King Thandruil's arrival(who immediately began to speak with Aragorn).
Arwen noticed that Legolas had headed in the direction of the gardens.
She followed.
Legolas walked through the gardens, moonlight illuminating his way. He had been invited to the banquet by King Thranduil
at Aragorn's request. The celebration was being held in honor of the merging between two great races.
After much debate over whether or not to attend, he decided to go.
He had felt out of place among he nobles of the city, who all wore elegant clothing and were decked in many jewels. Legolas
had remained in a corner of the room, preferring to watch instead of participating in the jovial talk.
Aragorn had spotted him and had come over to speak. Before anything could be said, however, they had been interrupted
by King Elrond's daughter.
She had been very polite, but when Aragorn had turned aside she had speared Legolas with a cold, icy look.
She had then proceeded to inquire why he was in attendance.
"Whatever are *you* doing here?" she had sweetly asked. Her emphasis stating quite clearly, what an elf of his stature was doing at
such an event.
Before he could respond, King Elrond had appeared.
Greatful for the interruption, Legolas had slipped away.
Now he was on his way through the gardens, a shortcut to his sleeping quarters, berating himself for even attending the
banquet.
Legolas froze when he heard footsteps following him. He whirled around and came face to face with Arwen.
"Why hello, Legolas." she said, "I just came to give you a piece of advis. It will never work out between you and Aragorn."
"What-"
"Oh, don't try to deny it." she interrupted, "I saw how you looked at him. It's for your own good, you know. He's of a royal
line and only another like him could ever be good enough. Not one of you status. " here she smiled at him,
"He would only leave you in the end."
With those words, the princess of Rivendell left.
Legolas continued on, thinking of what she had said.
Was Arwen right? After all he was only a scout and not even of the Rivendell line. He was the adopted son of one of the poorest
women in the city.
Maybe . . . No! Legolas shook his head to clear his thoughts.
Arwen could not be trusted. She had her own reasons for coming hear tonight and they were not to help him.
He new that he felt very strongly for Aragorn and that the man might feel the same way. Should he risk it?
Making up his mind, Legolas turned back to look for Aragorn.
TO BE CONTINUED . . .
Another chapter is now completed. Thanks for the wonderful reviews. I encourage you to continue sending them.
It gives me the will to write faster.
Author- RdTale
Disclaimer: I do not own them. Do not sue.
Since it took me so long to get this part out, I wrote two chapters instead of one.
Here's the next chapter. Tell me how you like it please.
The gardens of Rivendell were well known for their incredible beauty. Flowers bloomed brightly, regardless of the season
and magnificent tress shaded every pathway. At this moment, two figures could be seen walking through the one of the
royal gardens, enjoying the scenery.
Lady Arwen, daughter of King Elrond, and Aragorn, heir of Isiulder, watched the almost ethereal beauty which
surrounded.
Arwen had approached him after King Elrond had dismissed them, offering to show them around the palace. Boromir had
declined and had gone to his room. Not wanting to insult the princess, Aragorn had accepted.
"How long do you plan to remain here?" Arwen's soft feminine voice asked.
"I am not quite sure, Lady Arwen." Aragorn answered. "Until we are summoned to return back home."
They continued on in a somewhat comfortable silence.
Arwen seemed entranced by the living things around them, but Aragorn's was preoccupied. As soon as he had seen Arwen,
he had been struck by her. Even now he could not help glancing at her out of the corner of his eye.
And yet, there was something in him that resisted her charms.
Flashes of pale satin skin . . .
Long golden hair . . .
and soulfull blue eyes . . .
His mind kept wandering back to that moment in the forest, when he had shared that one kiss with Legolas.
Aragorn felt he had betrayed the young elf.
Arwen watched the handsome Ranger as they walked on the path. She was sure that she had gotten his attention.
Oh yes. She had noticed his sideway glances when he thought she was not looking, but for some reason he held back.
Over her many years she had won over many men and elves alike. They all flocked to her, some captivated by her
beauty and some by her father's power. Arwen did not mind that others sought to gain her father's favor through her.
After all she always got something out of it. That's how it worked. They both used each other and gained mutual benefits.
This was her most important venture, though. She new that the man which walked beside her would one day be High
King. He would hold incredible power and many people would bow to his command. It would be important to catch
him right now, before he gained all that power.
A power which would ,of course, be passed on to herself.
Arwen could not believe that the ranger had not fallen for her because she was lacking. No, there must be some other
reason.
Was he already betrothed? An arranged marriage by one's own parents was not at all unusual in these times.
Arwen walked over to one of the fountains that adorned the path. It featured a plant that only grew in Elvin territories.
Delicate lines wrapped around a single long stem which ended in a small blossom.
She dipped her fingers in the cool water and smiled back at Aragorn.
"My father had these installed years after he finished the garden itself." She said sweetly. "Of course I insisted that he use
a far more practical design than what he had chosen. Does your father insist on such things? " Arwen continued, "Or is
it only mine?"
"My parents are both living farther east, my Lady," Aragorn answered, "I rarely speak with them."
Arwen nodded and they continued down through the garden.
So it was not an arranged marriage and only priests were celibate. There must be someone else, then.
Someone who would have to be taken care of.
The banquet hall was marvelously decorated. Candles illuminated the room, tall and majestic on their intricate silver holders.
The long white tables were laden with food and drink and tantalizing smells drifted from under the coverings.
Arwen wove her way through the guests, her sharp eyes searching the room. She spotted Aragorn above the crowd and
headed in his direction.
The tall man was conversing with an elven scout. Arwen noticed that, unlike her father's people, this elf was very fair in appearance.
She narrowed her eyes as she saw the way that Aragorn looked at his companion. Arwen was gifted in the ability to read people and she
saw that their acquaintance was more than one of friendship.
So this was the person who had caught Aragorn's attention.
Arwen searched her memory for this particular scout's name. After a few seconds contemplation, she remembered.
Legolas Greenleaf.
"Good evening, Aragorn."
Both males looked up at the sound of her voice.
"I hope your enjoying yourself tonight." Arwen smiled at Aragorn and then turned her gaze towards Legolas.
"Why Legolas!" she said sweetly. "Whatever are you doing here? Shouldn't you be out on duty tonight?"
Before the elf could reply he was interrupted King Thandruil's arrival(who immediately began to speak with Aragorn).
Arwen noticed that Legolas had headed in the direction of the gardens.
She followed.
Legolas walked through the gardens, moonlight illuminating his way. He had been invited to the banquet by King Thranduil
at Aragorn's request. The celebration was being held in honor of the merging between two great races.
After much debate over whether or not to attend, he decided to go.
He had felt out of place among he nobles of the city, who all wore elegant clothing and were decked in many jewels. Legolas
had remained in a corner of the room, preferring to watch instead of participating in the jovial talk.
Aragorn had spotted him and had come over to speak. Before anything could be said, however, they had been interrupted
by King Elrond's daughter.
She had been very polite, but when Aragorn had turned aside she had speared Legolas with a cold, icy look.
She had then proceeded to inquire why he was in attendance.
"Whatever are *you* doing here?" she had sweetly asked. Her emphasis stating quite clearly, what an elf of his stature was doing at
such an event.
Before he could respond, King Elrond had appeared.
Greatful for the interruption, Legolas had slipped away.
Now he was on his way through the gardens, a shortcut to his sleeping quarters, berating himself for even attending the
banquet.
Legolas froze when he heard footsteps following him. He whirled around and came face to face with Arwen.
"Why hello, Legolas." she said, "I just came to give you a piece of advis. It will never work out between you and Aragorn."
"What-"
"Oh, don't try to deny it." she interrupted, "I saw how you looked at him. It's for your own good, you know. He's of a royal
line and only another like him could ever be good enough. Not one of you status. " here she smiled at him,
"He would only leave you in the end."
With those words, the princess of Rivendell left.
Legolas continued on, thinking of what she had said.
Was Arwen right? After all he was only a scout and not even of the Rivendell line. He was the adopted son of one of the poorest
women in the city.
Maybe . . . No! Legolas shook his head to clear his thoughts.
Arwen could not be trusted. She had her own reasons for coming hear tonight and they were not to help him.
He new that he felt very strongly for Aragorn and that the man might feel the same way. Should he risk it?
Making up his mind, Legolas turned back to look for Aragorn.
TO BE CONTINUED . . .
Another chapter is now completed. Thanks for the wonderful reviews. I encourage you to continue sending them.
It gives me the will to write faster.
