Longness! :Þ And muchos thanks to Asa, Angelbloom, Starbrat, Polly, and Annie for reviewing, me wuvs you lots. :D PS Polly: Hmm, I dunno how old he is, erm, he never really had a set age in the books, and in the movie he's like, almost 3000. So, here, he's well, erm, a LOT younger, ROFL maybe around 1000? Give or take a few hundred years. ;) And yes, he will be childish/playful/boyish because being the unusually easily amused person I am, it's fun. *wink* And Annie- we finally meet the fair rebellious maiden here, LOL. ;D Thanks for reading! :)))
Last note... I reposted the chapters because muchos thanks to Elfmaiden for pointing out I kept spelling Lothlórien wrong. But, we were both wrong! I checked the book and there's no accent over the 'e', but instead, one over the 'o.' So I changed it on all the chapters, and yesh. And to answer Asa- hehe no worries, this will NOT become a Mary Sue, and yay, I'll make her bitchy then! *cheers* Thanks to my reviewers, I wuv you to pieces. :D
He awoke the next morning completely refreshed. He had always enjoyed coming to Lórien; it was such a beautiful place. Looking around his room, he noticed a tub nearby already filled with water. Steam surrounded the tub, fading with the slightest wind.
Stripping himself of his night garments, he stepped into the tub. It was quite warm, lapping over his body gently as he bathed himself. Several minutes later, a knock came at the door.
"Excuse me sire, am I interrupting?" a timid voice said as the door creaked open slightly. Legolas nearly jumped. "I'm bathing, is it important?"
"Breakfast has been laid out, you may come down when you are ready," the voice explained quickly then vanished. He heard the door close and sighed, sinking further into the water.
Reluctantly, Legolas lifted himself out of the tub, dressing himself quickly. He made his way nimbly down the many stairs and ladders to the dining hall. There he found Tierun and Seirun already eating, bantering and throwing pieces of food at eachother when no one was looking. He flicked their pointy ears, causing them to jump nearly ten feet. Grinning, he sat down across from them.
"Just wait until we return the favor, Prince Legolas," they said cheekily. Legolas muttered something about 'we'll see' and 'when they least expect it.' The three resumed their breakfast when Tierun had an idea. He whispered briefly in Seirun's ear, who grinned wickedly. Legolas stared at them, his face blank. He knew very well what they were up to; it was why he had another trick up his sleeve.
The next few minutes were spent quietly, with the three giving suspicious looks to eachother. Legolas decided to excuse himself; it would be the perfect excuse for their 'grand' prank to go underway.
Immediately piles of food were thrown at Legolas, who yelled and countered by picking up everything and anything near his plate. This resulted in a full blown food fight.
A few minutes later and the entire hall was a complete mess. The Lady and her maidens had rushed in when they heard the noise, shocked and obviously trying to hide their laughter at the sight.
"Well, I know now why your father sent you here," she said, chuckling. "Grand mess you made here, Legolas Greenleaf."
The three bowed low, avoiding her piercing gaze. "Our apologies, we will clean it up," they mumbled.
"No need to bow, this is indeed a festive time. Fortunately for you, your father has picked an excellent time to throw you out of Mirkwood," she said, a small smile hinting on her lips.
"'Throw me out of Mirkwood?' He didn't 'throw me out,' as you so blatantly put it, he was just tired of me and wanted peace for a few days-" Legolas protested, putting on his best innocent face. Galadriel chuckled, silencing him.
"Like your father in every way," she said. "Why, he isn't as innocent as he has led you to believe."
"Really?" Legolas asked, fascinated. This could be useful information to get him out of trouble later.
"Yes, his father did the exact same to him when he was about your age, except he wouldn't allow Thranduil to return for a full year," she explained.
Legolas bit his lip to prevent him from laughing. "He's always been so serious, this is going to be fun..."
"Legolas, don't tell him you know this information, it may only lead to more trouble instead of getting you out of it," she warned. He nodded. "Well, off with you three, this time you don't have to clean this wonderful mess you made. But next time you won't be so lucky."
The three thanked her profusely and scampered off into the woods. They ran about for quite some time, practicing with their knives and rolling on the ground.
"We should practice our archery; I noticed a target area yesterday," Seirun said. Tierun nodded. They turned to leave, but stopped when they saw Legolas was not following.
"Not coming?" Tierun asked. Legolas shook his head.
"I remember the last time I came here, which has been decades ago, that I had a small hiding spot I would stay in so we would never have to leave," he said, laughing. "I want to see if it's still there."
Both guards looked at eachother. "Suuuure, I think Elf boy over here has found himself a she-elf he's secretly having an affair with," Seirun said, collapsing in a heap of unmanly giggles. Tierun soon followed.
"Laugh all you want, I'm going now," Legolas said, trying not to fall himself at the sight of his two guards giggling mercilessly and rolling around on the ground.
Walking through the beautiful woods, he searched for his treasured secret spot. It was the place he'd run to when he had felt bored, having not been allowed to take any friends. But after awhile, he had grown to love Lothlorién, and just enjoy the land. He had hidden himself there for two days so as to prevent their departure. When he was found, his father just laughed and dragged him home.
Lost in his own thoughts, he wandered through the woods. A sudden gleam of light caught his eye, and he stopped abruptly. Bending down, he found a small gold locket attatched to a chain. Opening up the leaf-shaped object, he saw nothing inside. He turned it over, and found a small inscription. It read, "Never forget me, I will always love you."
"Haunting," Legolas thought. Wrapping the chain around his index finger like a ring, he was able to hold the locket in his hand. To any pair of eyes, it looked like any ordinary ring. He would have to ask Galadriel if she knew who it belonged to, and until then he did not want to lose it.
Legolas continued walking through the woods, stopping here and there to look at a familiar tree or rock. He found himself near the edge of a deeply sloping hill. His mind wandered over memories of rolling down this hill, and he knew he was getting nearer to his infamous spot.
He began humming one of his favorite songs, about the river Nimrodel. It had been taught to him a few months ago, but he only knew a few snatches. Legolas continued walking, gazing upwards at the sky. He didn't notice the maiden in front of him until it was too late.
"Oomph!" He walked into her, causing him to lose his balance and sent them both rolling down the hill, screaming, yelling, and hitting everything in their path. The maiden landed at the bottom first, narrowly missing a sharp rock. Legolas tripped and landed on top her.
Immediately she was kicking and yelling, struggling and writhing to get out from under him. "Well, hello there," he said. She glared at him and managed to push him off. Standing up, she brushed herself off. Her dress, which had once been beautiful and flowing, was now torn and dirtied. She fought back the urge to scream at him as she walked away, but Legolas' strong hold on her wrist prevented her escape.
"Wait, don't I get to ask if you're okay and apologize?" he said. She ignored him and shook her wrist to free herself of his grip to no avail.
"Let go of me," she demanded, her blue-green eyes meeting his own dark blue spheres. He let go, expecting her to stay but instead ran after her when she continued on her way.
"Don't leave, can I at least know your name, so when you're in a better mood I may apologize?" he asked, catching up to her retreating form.
"You tore my dress!" she cried. Legolas looked at her dress. "I see that, I wanted to-"
"You nearly killed me."
"I wasn't watching where I was going and see-"
"You landed on top of me! You nearly crushed me with your weight!"
"Well, that I take offense to, I'm not heavy and it's not my fault gravity decided to have a little fun today-"
"You tore my DRESS!"
"I think we've established that fact already."
"Go away, I'm starting to hate you."
"Hate it such a strong word, dislike maybe, but hate? You just met me-"
The she-elf turned abruptly and faced Legolas. "No wonder your father sent you here, I can't see how the Mirkwood elves have lasted this long with you as their prince," she spat. Legolas was taken aback. Did the whole wood know?
His thoughts were cut short by her cries. "Now I'll never find it!"
"Find what?" Legolas asked, cautiously approaching her.
"My locket, oh, where is that stupid thing?" she exclaimed, searching the ground frantically. Legolas closed his hand tighter around the locket. "Maybe I can help?" he suggested. She looked up at him. "No, you've only caused more trouble. Can't you understand? I don't want to be anywhere near you right now," she said, biting her lip. She stood and started the long walk up the hill.
"Can I at least get your name?" he called after her. He was met with silence.
"A mystery elf? See, I told you he was having an affair," Tierun said, poking Seirun. Seirun pushed him back.
"Well, what happened exactly? Start from the beginning," he said. Legolas groaned. "I told you already, I was walking in the woods, bumped into a she-elf, we rolled down the hill, she was angry because I had torn her dress, and then she stormed off," he explained for the sixth time.
"I don't hear any details here," Tierun complained.
"That's because there are none," Legolas replied. "She wouldn't give me her name. She said she was searching for a locket though." He had made sure to leave out the part about him finding a locket.
"A locket? In the woods? In a dress?" Seirun asked, raising an eyebrow.
"It was a pretty dress, but it ripped on the way down the hill," Legolas said, recalling the images from earlier that day.
"Hmm, a likely story, I'm sure you weren't doing something else to roll down the hill, were you?" Tierun asked, grinning.
"No! I was not! I was thinking about something-"
"Her," Seirun interrupted.
"About the hiding place," Legolas corrected with a glare. "And I was looking at the sky, and didn't see her until it was too late. I bumped into her, and we rolled down the hill. She landed first, and I fell on top of her."
"Oh sure, you 'fell' on top of her, it always starts out that way, doesn't it?" Seirun joked.
"Last time I ever tell you guys anything," Legolas muttered.
"We're just kidding, lighten up," they said. "So let's figure out how we're going to find out who this mystery elf is."
"What? How? She might have left already, or be married, or-or-" Legolas stammered.
"Or what? I think our little princey has a crush over here," they cooed.
"A crush? Grow up. She hates me, she even said so," Legolas countered. "Besides, the only thing I want to do is apologize, and even then it's going to be hard. She was quite rude and I highly doubt she'll accept it."
"We'll never know until we find out, now do we?" Tierun asked. "Describe her, we can walk around Lorién and ask other elves. What else are we going to do? Your pappy doesn't want you back."
"Hey! Well, it's true," Legolas mumbled. "Hmm, she has dark hair, and bright eyes."
Both guards snorted. "Oh yea, that describes a lot."
"What more do you want from me? Let's just go already," he said, his patience running thin. He wanted to get this apology over with and move on already.
The three walked through the woods, and wandered through the city. Every time a dark-haired she-elf appeared, Tierun and Seirun grabbed Legolas and pointed him in the direction, but he always shook his head and said it wasn't her.
"Let's stop, it's hopeless," he said. His guards nodded.
"Tomorrow, though, we'll try again, and if not, then forget about it," Tierun said. Legolas nodded. He bade them a good night and retreated to his room. Inside his room, he remembered he still had the locket. He decided to ask Galadriel now, knowing he would most likely forget the next day.
Climbing nimbly from tree to tree, he arrived at the talan and found Galadriel speaking to another elf. Looking closer, he realized it was the same she-elf from earlier. He hid his surprise and waited patiently for her to leave.
The maiden left after some time, a worried look bestowed upon her fair face. He wasted no time, leaping from the tree onto the ground noiselessly. He approached her and caught her arm just as she turned a corner.
"Hello again," he said quietly. She turned, her expression calm but turning once again to contempt when realization hit.
"Don't you ever leave anyone alone?" she exclaimed, this time standing still. He let go of her arm, surprised when she made no move to leave.
"I only wanted to apologize," he said, his tone sincere. "I'm sorry I tore your dress, it was purely an accident. I was looking at the sky and didn't notice you, and well, we know what happened next."
She sighed. "If I accept your apology, will you leave me alone?"
He hid his smile. "Maybe."
She groaned. "You never give up, do you?"
He grinned and nodded. "Can I ask of your name?"
"What would you like to know about it, Legolas Greenleaf, Prince of Mirkwood?" she replied, her tone mischievous.
"Well I'd like to what it is, and how you know my name," he said, slightly puzzled.
"One question at a time, curious prince. My name is Fayette," she said.
"Well, then, Fayette, can you answer my second question?" he asked.
"Another time," she smirked. She disappeared into the trees before Legolas could answer.
Muahaha! It's longer. :) And I want to say something... when I say something is 'fair,' I mean it's pretty. I'm not fond of saying the character is beautiful, because it gets so damn annoying and fics that make the girl the most beautiful creature in the universe that the world stops for her make me want to hurl. So, you can think of her as pretty, beautiful, ugly, gorgeous, whatever. To me, she's just pretty, on the brink of being beautiful. :) And... she's not this bitchy, she was just mad b/c of the dress, and you'll find out next chapter! :D
Last note... I reposted the chapters because muchos thanks to Elfmaiden for pointing out I kept spelling Lothlórien wrong. But, we were both wrong! I checked the book and there's no accent over the 'e', but instead, one over the 'o.' So I changed it on all the chapters, and yesh. And to answer Asa- hehe no worries, this will NOT become a Mary Sue, and yay, I'll make her bitchy then! *cheers* Thanks to my reviewers, I wuv you to pieces. :D
He awoke the next morning completely refreshed. He had always enjoyed coming to Lórien; it was such a beautiful place. Looking around his room, he noticed a tub nearby already filled with water. Steam surrounded the tub, fading with the slightest wind.
Stripping himself of his night garments, he stepped into the tub. It was quite warm, lapping over his body gently as he bathed himself. Several minutes later, a knock came at the door.
"Excuse me sire, am I interrupting?" a timid voice said as the door creaked open slightly. Legolas nearly jumped. "I'm bathing, is it important?"
"Breakfast has been laid out, you may come down when you are ready," the voice explained quickly then vanished. He heard the door close and sighed, sinking further into the water.
Reluctantly, Legolas lifted himself out of the tub, dressing himself quickly. He made his way nimbly down the many stairs and ladders to the dining hall. There he found Tierun and Seirun already eating, bantering and throwing pieces of food at eachother when no one was looking. He flicked their pointy ears, causing them to jump nearly ten feet. Grinning, he sat down across from them.
"Just wait until we return the favor, Prince Legolas," they said cheekily. Legolas muttered something about 'we'll see' and 'when they least expect it.' The three resumed their breakfast when Tierun had an idea. He whispered briefly in Seirun's ear, who grinned wickedly. Legolas stared at them, his face blank. He knew very well what they were up to; it was why he had another trick up his sleeve.
The next few minutes were spent quietly, with the three giving suspicious looks to eachother. Legolas decided to excuse himself; it would be the perfect excuse for their 'grand' prank to go underway.
Immediately piles of food were thrown at Legolas, who yelled and countered by picking up everything and anything near his plate. This resulted in a full blown food fight.
A few minutes later and the entire hall was a complete mess. The Lady and her maidens had rushed in when they heard the noise, shocked and obviously trying to hide their laughter at the sight.
"Well, I know now why your father sent you here," she said, chuckling. "Grand mess you made here, Legolas Greenleaf."
The three bowed low, avoiding her piercing gaze. "Our apologies, we will clean it up," they mumbled.
"No need to bow, this is indeed a festive time. Fortunately for you, your father has picked an excellent time to throw you out of Mirkwood," she said, a small smile hinting on her lips.
"'Throw me out of Mirkwood?' He didn't 'throw me out,' as you so blatantly put it, he was just tired of me and wanted peace for a few days-" Legolas protested, putting on his best innocent face. Galadriel chuckled, silencing him.
"Like your father in every way," she said. "Why, he isn't as innocent as he has led you to believe."
"Really?" Legolas asked, fascinated. This could be useful information to get him out of trouble later.
"Yes, his father did the exact same to him when he was about your age, except he wouldn't allow Thranduil to return for a full year," she explained.
Legolas bit his lip to prevent him from laughing. "He's always been so serious, this is going to be fun..."
"Legolas, don't tell him you know this information, it may only lead to more trouble instead of getting you out of it," she warned. He nodded. "Well, off with you three, this time you don't have to clean this wonderful mess you made. But next time you won't be so lucky."
The three thanked her profusely and scampered off into the woods. They ran about for quite some time, practicing with their knives and rolling on the ground.
"We should practice our archery; I noticed a target area yesterday," Seirun said. Tierun nodded. They turned to leave, but stopped when they saw Legolas was not following.
"Not coming?" Tierun asked. Legolas shook his head.
"I remember the last time I came here, which has been decades ago, that I had a small hiding spot I would stay in so we would never have to leave," he said, laughing. "I want to see if it's still there."
Both guards looked at eachother. "Suuuure, I think Elf boy over here has found himself a she-elf he's secretly having an affair with," Seirun said, collapsing in a heap of unmanly giggles. Tierun soon followed.
"Laugh all you want, I'm going now," Legolas said, trying not to fall himself at the sight of his two guards giggling mercilessly and rolling around on the ground.
Walking through the beautiful woods, he searched for his treasured secret spot. It was the place he'd run to when he had felt bored, having not been allowed to take any friends. But after awhile, he had grown to love Lothlorién, and just enjoy the land. He had hidden himself there for two days so as to prevent their departure. When he was found, his father just laughed and dragged him home.
Lost in his own thoughts, he wandered through the woods. A sudden gleam of light caught his eye, and he stopped abruptly. Bending down, he found a small gold locket attatched to a chain. Opening up the leaf-shaped object, he saw nothing inside. He turned it over, and found a small inscription. It read, "Never forget me, I will always love you."
"Haunting," Legolas thought. Wrapping the chain around his index finger like a ring, he was able to hold the locket in his hand. To any pair of eyes, it looked like any ordinary ring. He would have to ask Galadriel if she knew who it belonged to, and until then he did not want to lose it.
Legolas continued walking through the woods, stopping here and there to look at a familiar tree or rock. He found himself near the edge of a deeply sloping hill. His mind wandered over memories of rolling down this hill, and he knew he was getting nearer to his infamous spot.
He began humming one of his favorite songs, about the river Nimrodel. It had been taught to him a few months ago, but he only knew a few snatches. Legolas continued walking, gazing upwards at the sky. He didn't notice the maiden in front of him until it was too late.
"Oomph!" He walked into her, causing him to lose his balance and sent them both rolling down the hill, screaming, yelling, and hitting everything in their path. The maiden landed at the bottom first, narrowly missing a sharp rock. Legolas tripped and landed on top her.
Immediately she was kicking and yelling, struggling and writhing to get out from under him. "Well, hello there," he said. She glared at him and managed to push him off. Standing up, she brushed herself off. Her dress, which had once been beautiful and flowing, was now torn and dirtied. She fought back the urge to scream at him as she walked away, but Legolas' strong hold on her wrist prevented her escape.
"Wait, don't I get to ask if you're okay and apologize?" he said. She ignored him and shook her wrist to free herself of his grip to no avail.
"Let go of me," she demanded, her blue-green eyes meeting his own dark blue spheres. He let go, expecting her to stay but instead ran after her when she continued on her way.
"Don't leave, can I at least know your name, so when you're in a better mood I may apologize?" he asked, catching up to her retreating form.
"You tore my dress!" she cried. Legolas looked at her dress. "I see that, I wanted to-"
"You nearly killed me."
"I wasn't watching where I was going and see-"
"You landed on top of me! You nearly crushed me with your weight!"
"Well, that I take offense to, I'm not heavy and it's not my fault gravity decided to have a little fun today-"
"You tore my DRESS!"
"I think we've established that fact already."
"Go away, I'm starting to hate you."
"Hate it such a strong word, dislike maybe, but hate? You just met me-"
The she-elf turned abruptly and faced Legolas. "No wonder your father sent you here, I can't see how the Mirkwood elves have lasted this long with you as their prince," she spat. Legolas was taken aback. Did the whole wood know?
His thoughts were cut short by her cries. "Now I'll never find it!"
"Find what?" Legolas asked, cautiously approaching her.
"My locket, oh, where is that stupid thing?" she exclaimed, searching the ground frantically. Legolas closed his hand tighter around the locket. "Maybe I can help?" he suggested. She looked up at him. "No, you've only caused more trouble. Can't you understand? I don't want to be anywhere near you right now," she said, biting her lip. She stood and started the long walk up the hill.
"Can I at least get your name?" he called after her. He was met with silence.
"A mystery elf? See, I told you he was having an affair," Tierun said, poking Seirun. Seirun pushed him back.
"Well, what happened exactly? Start from the beginning," he said. Legolas groaned. "I told you already, I was walking in the woods, bumped into a she-elf, we rolled down the hill, she was angry because I had torn her dress, and then she stormed off," he explained for the sixth time.
"I don't hear any details here," Tierun complained.
"That's because there are none," Legolas replied. "She wouldn't give me her name. She said she was searching for a locket though." He had made sure to leave out the part about him finding a locket.
"A locket? In the woods? In a dress?" Seirun asked, raising an eyebrow.
"It was a pretty dress, but it ripped on the way down the hill," Legolas said, recalling the images from earlier that day.
"Hmm, a likely story, I'm sure you weren't doing something else to roll down the hill, were you?" Tierun asked, grinning.
"No! I was not! I was thinking about something-"
"Her," Seirun interrupted.
"About the hiding place," Legolas corrected with a glare. "And I was looking at the sky, and didn't see her until it was too late. I bumped into her, and we rolled down the hill. She landed first, and I fell on top of her."
"Oh sure, you 'fell' on top of her, it always starts out that way, doesn't it?" Seirun joked.
"Last time I ever tell you guys anything," Legolas muttered.
"We're just kidding, lighten up," they said. "So let's figure out how we're going to find out who this mystery elf is."
"What? How? She might have left already, or be married, or-or-" Legolas stammered.
"Or what? I think our little princey has a crush over here," they cooed.
"A crush? Grow up. She hates me, she even said so," Legolas countered. "Besides, the only thing I want to do is apologize, and even then it's going to be hard. She was quite rude and I highly doubt she'll accept it."
"We'll never know until we find out, now do we?" Tierun asked. "Describe her, we can walk around Lorién and ask other elves. What else are we going to do? Your pappy doesn't want you back."
"Hey! Well, it's true," Legolas mumbled. "Hmm, she has dark hair, and bright eyes."
Both guards snorted. "Oh yea, that describes a lot."
"What more do you want from me? Let's just go already," he said, his patience running thin. He wanted to get this apology over with and move on already.
The three walked through the woods, and wandered through the city. Every time a dark-haired she-elf appeared, Tierun and Seirun grabbed Legolas and pointed him in the direction, but he always shook his head and said it wasn't her.
"Let's stop, it's hopeless," he said. His guards nodded.
"Tomorrow, though, we'll try again, and if not, then forget about it," Tierun said. Legolas nodded. He bade them a good night and retreated to his room. Inside his room, he remembered he still had the locket. He decided to ask Galadriel now, knowing he would most likely forget the next day.
Climbing nimbly from tree to tree, he arrived at the talan and found Galadriel speaking to another elf. Looking closer, he realized it was the same she-elf from earlier. He hid his surprise and waited patiently for her to leave.
The maiden left after some time, a worried look bestowed upon her fair face. He wasted no time, leaping from the tree onto the ground noiselessly. He approached her and caught her arm just as she turned a corner.
"Hello again," he said quietly. She turned, her expression calm but turning once again to contempt when realization hit.
"Don't you ever leave anyone alone?" she exclaimed, this time standing still. He let go of her arm, surprised when she made no move to leave.
"I only wanted to apologize," he said, his tone sincere. "I'm sorry I tore your dress, it was purely an accident. I was looking at the sky and didn't notice you, and well, we know what happened next."
She sighed. "If I accept your apology, will you leave me alone?"
He hid his smile. "Maybe."
She groaned. "You never give up, do you?"
He grinned and nodded. "Can I ask of your name?"
"What would you like to know about it, Legolas Greenleaf, Prince of Mirkwood?" she replied, her tone mischievous.
"Well I'd like to what it is, and how you know my name," he said, slightly puzzled.
"One question at a time, curious prince. My name is Fayette," she said.
"Well, then, Fayette, can you answer my second question?" he asked.
"Another time," she smirked. She disappeared into the trees before Legolas could answer.
Muahaha! It's longer. :) And I want to say something... when I say something is 'fair,' I mean it's pretty. I'm not fond of saying the character is beautiful, because it gets so damn annoying and fics that make the girl the most beautiful creature in the universe that the world stops for her make me want to hurl. So, you can think of her as pretty, beautiful, ugly, gorgeous, whatever. To me, she's just pretty, on the brink of being beautiful. :) And... she's not this bitchy, she was just mad b/c of the dress, and you'll find out next chapter! :D