::appears in a cloud of mist:: thanks AJ I really needed that. You're so
good to me…. Thank you my friend. ::bows with a flourish:: and at AJ's
request I shall continue. (it feels so good to get words of praise from my
favorite fanfic writer). Well here it is the 2nd chapter.
Alustriel slowly awakened to find herself lying in her bed. The room was dark as usual. The plants around her grove like room gave off a pale silver light. She moaned and pulled the satin sheets over her head. Haldir was going to be mad when he found out that she had gotten into a fight. Haldir was her adopted older brother. He had taken it upon himself to protect her.
"Alustriel?" a gentle male voice asked
She poked her head out and looked around. Standing in the doorway was a tall slender figure.
"Are you awake?" he asked.
"Yes father. I am" came her whispered response.
Celeborn entered the room and sat on the edge of the bed. Alustriel sat up, her pale nightdress gleamed in the light.
"Father I'm sorry. I didn't mean to let it get out of control. I'm-" she began.
Celeborn held up a hand to silence her. He brought his hand down and examined her pale face. Her eyes were brimmed with tears. She probably thought she was in trouble.
"Art thou well young one?" he asked.
Alustriel nodded
"Feel you any pain?"
The girl shook her head. The pain from her cuts and bruises had vanished.
"Father am I in trouble?" she asked meekly.
Celeborn shook his head.
"Nay child. Thou art not in trouble." He said. "Though many of us are quite worried about you. You must be more careful."
" Father! It wasn't my fault. The started chasing me for no reason. I didn't do anything to them." She said frantically.
Celeborn held up his hand to silence her again.
"Be still my daughter." He said " Your mother and I saw how it started. We both know it wasn't you who began the fight. We also know that your attack was provoked. Mithrandir has told us all that happened. He was very worried for you"
Alustriel sighed heavily.
"I'm sorry I hurt Myune." She said. " I know that elves are not supposed to fight each other even when provoked."
Celeborn looked at her. Pride filled his eyes. She was acting so grown up that it normally would have frightened him. But, today it didn't .
" Apology accepted young one." He said.
He stood and looked down at her.
"Now get some rest." He said
Celeborn bent and places a kiss on her forehead. They smiled at each other as he tucked her in.
"Sleep well little one" he said.
Celeborn left quietly.
~~*
Legolas ran swiftly through a emerald green meadow. As he ran a flock of multi- colored butterflies took flight. Their lacewings glinted in the bright sun. He smiled and laughed. Today was an absolutely perfect day. The sky was a brilliant blue and there were no clouds to block the suns beautiful rays. Birds sang , fawns played in the meadow and the trees whispered their secrets.
What a joy it was to live! He ran across a small stream sending up small splashes as he went. His soft leather boots made little noise as he ran. The white shirt and pale blue leggings he wore caused him to look ethereal. He ran down a hill and fell backwards into a soft patch of pale purple flowers. He tucked his arms under the back of his head and gazed up at the sky. The grass beneath him was still damp from last nights rain but he didn't mind.
He grinned and voiced his joy to the sky. Today was truly a perfect day. A light breeze played with his wispy blonde hair. One of the pale strands tickled his nose. He blew it away.
A small blue butterfly landed on the tip of his nose. He smiled and caught it in his hand before it could fly away. He sat up and opened his hand. The butterfly walked lightly across his palm but didn't fly away. For some reason the butterfly's lace wings reminded him of that girl from his dream.
Earlier he had admitted to himself that he had a crush on her even though he didn't even know her name. During his daily history lesson (his least favorite class) he had drawn a picture of her the way he had seen her in the dream. He pulled the picture out of it's hiding place in his sleeve. He unfolded the parchment and looked at the pictures. His amazing artistic ability shone in how well the sketch was drawn. He had shone his father the picture and had received praise and a warm hug for it. His mother would have enjoyed it too if she had not gone west after receiving a horrible dagger wound from an orc.
Legolas hardly even noticed when the butterfly had flown away. He just sat there imagining the types of adventures he might have had with the girl. He fell asleep with thoughts of her in his mind.
Alustriel slowly awakened to find herself lying in her bed. The room was dark as usual. The plants around her grove like room gave off a pale silver light. She moaned and pulled the satin sheets over her head. Haldir was going to be mad when he found out that she had gotten into a fight. Haldir was her adopted older brother. He had taken it upon himself to protect her.
"Alustriel?" a gentle male voice asked
She poked her head out and looked around. Standing in the doorway was a tall slender figure.
"Are you awake?" he asked.
"Yes father. I am" came her whispered response.
Celeborn entered the room and sat on the edge of the bed. Alustriel sat up, her pale nightdress gleamed in the light.
"Father I'm sorry. I didn't mean to let it get out of control. I'm-" she began.
Celeborn held up a hand to silence her. He brought his hand down and examined her pale face. Her eyes were brimmed with tears. She probably thought she was in trouble.
"Art thou well young one?" he asked.
Alustriel nodded
"Feel you any pain?"
The girl shook her head. The pain from her cuts and bruises had vanished.
"Father am I in trouble?" she asked meekly.
Celeborn shook his head.
"Nay child. Thou art not in trouble." He said. "Though many of us are quite worried about you. You must be more careful."
" Father! It wasn't my fault. The started chasing me for no reason. I didn't do anything to them." She said frantically.
Celeborn held up his hand to silence her again.
"Be still my daughter." He said " Your mother and I saw how it started. We both know it wasn't you who began the fight. We also know that your attack was provoked. Mithrandir has told us all that happened. He was very worried for you"
Alustriel sighed heavily.
"I'm sorry I hurt Myune." She said. " I know that elves are not supposed to fight each other even when provoked."
Celeborn looked at her. Pride filled his eyes. She was acting so grown up that it normally would have frightened him. But, today it didn't .
" Apology accepted young one." He said.
He stood and looked down at her.
"Now get some rest." He said
Celeborn bent and places a kiss on her forehead. They smiled at each other as he tucked her in.
"Sleep well little one" he said.
Celeborn left quietly.
~~*
Legolas ran swiftly through a emerald green meadow. As he ran a flock of multi- colored butterflies took flight. Their lacewings glinted in the bright sun. He smiled and laughed. Today was an absolutely perfect day. The sky was a brilliant blue and there were no clouds to block the suns beautiful rays. Birds sang , fawns played in the meadow and the trees whispered their secrets.
What a joy it was to live! He ran across a small stream sending up small splashes as he went. His soft leather boots made little noise as he ran. The white shirt and pale blue leggings he wore caused him to look ethereal. He ran down a hill and fell backwards into a soft patch of pale purple flowers. He tucked his arms under the back of his head and gazed up at the sky. The grass beneath him was still damp from last nights rain but he didn't mind.
He grinned and voiced his joy to the sky. Today was truly a perfect day. A light breeze played with his wispy blonde hair. One of the pale strands tickled his nose. He blew it away.
A small blue butterfly landed on the tip of his nose. He smiled and caught it in his hand before it could fly away. He sat up and opened his hand. The butterfly walked lightly across his palm but didn't fly away. For some reason the butterfly's lace wings reminded him of that girl from his dream.
Earlier he had admitted to himself that he had a crush on her even though he didn't even know her name. During his daily history lesson (his least favorite class) he had drawn a picture of her the way he had seen her in the dream. He pulled the picture out of it's hiding place in his sleeve. He unfolded the parchment and looked at the pictures. His amazing artistic ability shone in how well the sketch was drawn. He had shone his father the picture and had received praise and a warm hug for it. His mother would have enjoyed it too if she had not gone west after receiving a horrible dagger wound from an orc.
Legolas hardly even noticed when the butterfly had flown away. He just sat there imagining the types of adventures he might have had with the girl. He fell asleep with thoughts of her in his mind.