Chapter 29
Love
Legolas woke up the next morning to find the Princess by his side. He flickered his eyes, checking that she was real, and admired her.
"Good morning Legolas," She spoke. "I am Philla, Princess of Gondor."
'Princess of Gondor?" Legolas asked himself. 'How is this possible?'
But he remembered that the World he was in was a custom made world, anything was possible.
Legolas attempted to sit up, but could barley move his shoulders from all the wounds on his back. Philla quickley pushed him back onto the bed to keep him from hurting himself further. She ran her dainty fingers through his now clean hair, and spoke to him once again.
"You were severly hurt back in the slave mines. You need to keep still and give your wounds a chance ot heal."
"Why are you helping me?" Legolas asked her. "I have nothing left here."
"I am helping you because I feel like I have known you for a long time... I feel like we have met somewhere before, but I have never been anywhere except this Palace." She lowered her head, pondering on how she knew Legolas. "What do you meen you have nothing left?"
Legolas met her eyes. They were brown and shiny. He could see his reflection shining in them.
"I have nothing. No friends, no family, no pride, nothing." She looked a bit confused.
"My family consists of a Father. He is in the Undying Lands, unable to see me. My friends are all dead. One of them, Myian, died in our journey, while the others were hanged by your people because the were traveling with an Elf. Now I am a slave, what pride is in that?" He quickly regretted his bitterness, onece again fearing that he would be beaten. He bowed his head in shame.
Philla gave a small giggle. "It is quite all right Legolas." But she remebered why he became bitter with her and quickly lost her hapiness. "You are safe now. My brother, Ramza, and I will keep you from harm. You only have to pose as his servant for a short while until we can work something out with my father."
Legolas kept his head down as she continued to speak. "Who is your father? Maybe that is how we met."
"Thranduil, king of Mirkwood."
"I am sorry, I have never met him before."
She removed her fingers from their laced position in Legolas' hair and she moved them to his hands. Legolas' world turned upside down when she intertwined their fingers and smiled.
Legolas took another look into her eyes. Some of her hair straying from behind her ears and falling over her eyes. He then noted her elven ears. Legolas was confused about a female elf being Queen of Gondor. She supported the capture of elves and the force of making them their slaves? Legolas questioned her about it.
"Why are you part of the royal family when you are elf yourself?"
She lost her smile and spoke. "My mother was part elf. But Elrond, King of Rivendell, took her away form my father while he was away. Eevr since he has despised elves. But he keeps me because I am his only image left of my mother."
"And his hate turned into the hate of the kingdom. Now they captur elves lef tin Middle Earth and send them into slavery," was how Legolas replied.
One of the windows that were open let through a cool breeze. Philla admired the way Legolas' hair glided through the breeze, as if they were thin feathers in a tornado. She admired his face, his high cheek bones and pale, milky skin. She ignored the scars and scabs that were currently there from his beating. She knew they would eventualy disappear. His hands were so soft, like layers of silk were their equivalent. She was in love... but did Legolas feel the same way to?
Legolas did feel the same way. Her beauty was uncompareable. All he wanted ot od was embrace her and never let go. to keep her in his arms for all eternity. But he knew it was impossible for a slave and a princess to share love. But he felt that being near her was enough to last him for eternity.
The door to the chamber opened as Philla's brother, Ramza, walked in with a bowel of water and a cloth.
He smiled at the sight of the two. A fair princess and a beaten slave holding hands andn staring into each others eyes. He set down the items he brought on the bed side post and nodded at his sister. He walked out, shutting the door, leaving the two alone.
Philla turned her head as Legolas turned over on the bed and slipped the robe off his shoulders. She believed in privacy of the body. Philla viewed the scars on his back, abstract and covered in dry blood.
She dipped the rag in the water and began to wipe his cuts. As she touched the first cut, Legolas gripped his hands into a fist and let a small tear roll out of his eye. They were tender and throbbed at touch.
She would stop periodicly to let Legolas recover from some of the pain. She eventualy grabbed his hand and let him squeeze it as hard as he needed to so that he could reduce some of his pain.
When she finished, Legolas pulled up his robe, while Philla once again looked the other way.
A week passed by, Philla never leaving Legolas' side, with an exception of getting him food. They soon became best friends. Though Legolas still was a bit in-kept, he spoke a little more than usual.
He soon after could walk again, even though the pain in his back still remained, it was bareable enough for him to walk. He would soon start his duty as Ramza's servant. All he was required to do was make sure his Chamber was clean and do anything Ramza told him. But even when he would start, Philla would never leave his side...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Hopefully i haven't lost my touch. If you are bored, leave me a post on my review board and tell me what you want more of. [i.e. romance, action, etc.]
I still have my doubts about continuing this story though...
Love
Legolas woke up the next morning to find the Princess by his side. He flickered his eyes, checking that she was real, and admired her.
"Good morning Legolas," She spoke. "I am Philla, Princess of Gondor."
'Princess of Gondor?" Legolas asked himself. 'How is this possible?'
But he remembered that the World he was in was a custom made world, anything was possible.
Legolas attempted to sit up, but could barley move his shoulders from all the wounds on his back. Philla quickley pushed him back onto the bed to keep him from hurting himself further. She ran her dainty fingers through his now clean hair, and spoke to him once again.
"You were severly hurt back in the slave mines. You need to keep still and give your wounds a chance ot heal."
"Why are you helping me?" Legolas asked her. "I have nothing left here."
"I am helping you because I feel like I have known you for a long time... I feel like we have met somewhere before, but I have never been anywhere except this Palace." She lowered her head, pondering on how she knew Legolas. "What do you meen you have nothing left?"
Legolas met her eyes. They were brown and shiny. He could see his reflection shining in them.
"I have nothing. No friends, no family, no pride, nothing." She looked a bit confused.
"My family consists of a Father. He is in the Undying Lands, unable to see me. My friends are all dead. One of them, Myian, died in our journey, while the others were hanged by your people because the were traveling with an Elf. Now I am a slave, what pride is in that?" He quickly regretted his bitterness, onece again fearing that he would be beaten. He bowed his head in shame.
Philla gave a small giggle. "It is quite all right Legolas." But she remebered why he became bitter with her and quickly lost her hapiness. "You are safe now. My brother, Ramza, and I will keep you from harm. You only have to pose as his servant for a short while until we can work something out with my father."
Legolas kept his head down as she continued to speak. "Who is your father? Maybe that is how we met."
"Thranduil, king of Mirkwood."
"I am sorry, I have never met him before."
She removed her fingers from their laced position in Legolas' hair and she moved them to his hands. Legolas' world turned upside down when she intertwined their fingers and smiled.
Legolas took another look into her eyes. Some of her hair straying from behind her ears and falling over her eyes. He then noted her elven ears. Legolas was confused about a female elf being Queen of Gondor. She supported the capture of elves and the force of making them their slaves? Legolas questioned her about it.
"Why are you part of the royal family when you are elf yourself?"
She lost her smile and spoke. "My mother was part elf. But Elrond, King of Rivendell, took her away form my father while he was away. Eevr since he has despised elves. But he keeps me because I am his only image left of my mother."
"And his hate turned into the hate of the kingdom. Now they captur elves lef tin Middle Earth and send them into slavery," was how Legolas replied.
One of the windows that were open let through a cool breeze. Philla admired the way Legolas' hair glided through the breeze, as if they were thin feathers in a tornado. She admired his face, his high cheek bones and pale, milky skin. She ignored the scars and scabs that were currently there from his beating. She knew they would eventualy disappear. His hands were so soft, like layers of silk were their equivalent. She was in love... but did Legolas feel the same way to?
Legolas did feel the same way. Her beauty was uncompareable. All he wanted ot od was embrace her and never let go. to keep her in his arms for all eternity. But he knew it was impossible for a slave and a princess to share love. But he felt that being near her was enough to last him for eternity.
The door to the chamber opened as Philla's brother, Ramza, walked in with a bowel of water and a cloth.
He smiled at the sight of the two. A fair princess and a beaten slave holding hands andn staring into each others eyes. He set down the items he brought on the bed side post and nodded at his sister. He walked out, shutting the door, leaving the two alone.
Philla turned her head as Legolas turned over on the bed and slipped the robe off his shoulders. She believed in privacy of the body. Philla viewed the scars on his back, abstract and covered in dry blood.
She dipped the rag in the water and began to wipe his cuts. As she touched the first cut, Legolas gripped his hands into a fist and let a small tear roll out of his eye. They were tender and throbbed at touch.
She would stop periodicly to let Legolas recover from some of the pain. She eventualy grabbed his hand and let him squeeze it as hard as he needed to so that he could reduce some of his pain.
When she finished, Legolas pulled up his robe, while Philla once again looked the other way.
A week passed by, Philla never leaving Legolas' side, with an exception of getting him food. They soon became best friends. Though Legolas still was a bit in-kept, he spoke a little more than usual.
He soon after could walk again, even though the pain in his back still remained, it was bareable enough for him to walk. He would soon start his duty as Ramza's servant. All he was required to do was make sure his Chamber was clean and do anything Ramza told him. But even when he would start, Philla would never leave his side...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Hopefully i haven't lost my touch. If you are bored, leave me a post on my review board and tell me what you want more of. [i.e. romance, action, etc.]
I still have my doubts about continuing this story though...