Sorry to have left you all hanging, I know that it's been a long time since
I updated this story! Thanks for all the feedback, I almost forgot about
this website until somebody emailed me about it- I've tried to make some
improvements in my writing and the tension between Alatia and Legolas. Just
another note- I haven't read any of the LOTR books and the point of this
story is not to be historically accurate- please keep that in mind and feel
free to send me your opinions and maybe suggestions for an ending?
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After the dinner, the members of the Fellowship returned to their resting quarters, anxious for sleep after recent events had almost discouraged them from their journey. Climbing into a hollow under an ancient oak tree, Alatia had escaped questioning through dinner and was almost home-free when Legolas climbed in after her. A little wary, he was unsure of her true identity and was determined to discover it for the sake of their quest- and his own heart. Their brief moment in the woods had really laid to rest his feelings of unrequited love, but their midnight conversation had just raised more unanswered questions. For her part, she was not entirely happy to see Legolas. She knew what he wanted, and that its release would put an end to whatever he felt for her. She herself hadn't come to terms with her past- instead; she tried to escape it by getting as physically far away from it as possible. That wasn't going to happen tonight though, as Legolas's gaze met her own. Like her mother had said, this quest had turned out to be an experience of an entirely different sort. "Who are you, Alatia?" he asked, with a kind of guarded curiosity. A long, uncomfortable pause ensued before she responded with another question: "Who am I really, or who have I chosen not to be?" Puzzled, Legolas pondered the question over in his mind before answering. "I want to know who you really are." Another pause. "I'm just a girl, looking for adventure and maybe some company." "Then who are you by name?" A pained look crossed her face. She tried to drag up a response, but found that she couldn't bear to let go what she had held in for so long. "Living for something else, you're constantly putting off yourself and your own ambitions. Long ago, I had to make a choice. A very painful one, but one that has rewarded me with the kind of life that I wanted to live. I came into this with no bad intentions, I can swear to you - just a need for adventure and a distraction from my burden. I only ask that you are assured and content that I carry it alone." Legolas gauged her sincerity by the pain in her voice, and was assured but not satisfied. Without a word or another look at Alatia, he left her quarters to resign himself to his own imagination.
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After the dinner, the members of the Fellowship returned to their resting quarters, anxious for sleep after recent events had almost discouraged them from their journey. Climbing into a hollow under an ancient oak tree, Alatia had escaped questioning through dinner and was almost home-free when Legolas climbed in after her. A little wary, he was unsure of her true identity and was determined to discover it for the sake of their quest- and his own heart. Their brief moment in the woods had really laid to rest his feelings of unrequited love, but their midnight conversation had just raised more unanswered questions. For her part, she was not entirely happy to see Legolas. She knew what he wanted, and that its release would put an end to whatever he felt for her. She herself hadn't come to terms with her past- instead; she tried to escape it by getting as physically far away from it as possible. That wasn't going to happen tonight though, as Legolas's gaze met her own. Like her mother had said, this quest had turned out to be an experience of an entirely different sort. "Who are you, Alatia?" he asked, with a kind of guarded curiosity. A long, uncomfortable pause ensued before she responded with another question: "Who am I really, or who have I chosen not to be?" Puzzled, Legolas pondered the question over in his mind before answering. "I want to know who you really are." Another pause. "I'm just a girl, looking for adventure and maybe some company." "Then who are you by name?" A pained look crossed her face. She tried to drag up a response, but found that she couldn't bear to let go what she had held in for so long. "Living for something else, you're constantly putting off yourself and your own ambitions. Long ago, I had to make a choice. A very painful one, but one that has rewarded me with the kind of life that I wanted to live. I came into this with no bad intentions, I can swear to you - just a need for adventure and a distraction from my burden. I only ask that you are assured and content that I carry it alone." Legolas gauged her sincerity by the pain in her voice, and was assured but not satisfied. Without a word or another look at Alatia, he left her quarters to resign himself to his own imagination.