Hello, Ami here. Thank you, Staggering Wood-Elf, I know that I was rushing
into things, but Legolas was young when this happened, and he had seen her
many times, as you will find out latter in this chapter. As for
'Pseudonym,' it means a fictitious name, so I thought it would fit. Anyway,
I got this idea when I was talking to my friend on MSN. She is presently
going through heartbreak, so it works. I hope you like the chapter. Bye^_^
Season's Love
"The Undying Lands are a beautiful place Legolas," the Elven princess Arwen said. "Why are you always so sad?" she looked unto to face of the prince of Mirkwood. It was his own choice to come here, and by all means, she should be the unhappy one, not him.
"It does not matter, Lady Arwen," the Elven boy assured her. "It's just a memory..." Legolas closed his eyes, "A memory of which I would like to forget." He looked into the sky. It was going to rain that was for sure. It always seems to rain when he had to cry, but wouldn't let himself...
"What was your memory, Little Prince of Mirkwood?" Arwen said using the nicknames they had given each other when they were only children. "What memory could be so sad, that it mars your face so?"
"Just a memory, Little Lady of Rivendell," he smiled when he said her nickname, original, but only for them to know, but then he frowned, remembering what had happened oh so long ago. "Just a memory..."
"If it hurts you so much, Prince of the Wood, don't think of it," Arwen said, using another one of their name from their past. "All will become better in life, when one follows the simple rule of truth; If you can forgive, you can forget..."
"Sometimes, Lady of the Lake," Legolas said, looking outside the window, of which he sat. "Sometimes you can forgive, but never forget..." He looked to the harbor, and saw the ship that both he and Arwen were waiting for. "Aragorn's ship will arrive shortly, milady. I'll go tell Gimli, you might want to start for the harbor..." With that said, he left to find his little friend, in hope that he could forget his past...
"I wish you peace, Little Prince," Arwen said into the wind. "And I hope that you will find whatever comforts your looking for..."
"Gimli!" Legolas shouted. "Where are you? Aragorn will be here shortly!" Legolas wandered toward the caves he was sure the dwarf had gone to. "He'd better be in those caves, or I swear, upon every bone in my body, I'm going to strangle him."
"Well then, he won't have to worry about getting hurt now, will he?" A voice said. Legolas turned around when he heard in, only to see a girl his age. The girl was clad in blue and white male, and was armed with a long, thin sward, and a long bow with silver tipped arrows. She had long golden brown hair, with red streaks in it. Her face was hidden behind a mask, a mask that only brought more painful memories to the Elven boy.
"Who are you?" Legolas questioned her.
"I'm simply a girl of the woods, wishing for a good fight to battle in," the girl said in a deadly tone. She unsheathed her sward and took a step toward him. "So you can fight me, or you can carry on your days underneath the ground," Legolas could tell that she meant every word of it, so he took a step back, unsheathed his sward, and got into a fighters stance. "Just to warn you, I don't give any mercy!" The girl struck.
"Neither do I!" Legolas yelled, countering with equal strength. "And I'm not in the mood for game, so I suggest that you surrender!" The girl laughed, giving him more memories. He faltered, and she struck him down.
"Looks like I won," she whispered her blade upon his neck, "But what to do with you, what to do?" The girl thought for a moment, before helping him up. Legolas turned to go away, thinking that was the end of it. "Don't think you've won yet; because you're not going so soon." The girl went in front of him. She took her sward, and made a small scar in front of his left ear. The scar may have been small, but stung greatly none the less.
"Why did you do that?" Legolas said, the blood spilling down his cheek. "Why do you insist on hurting me when you won?"
"Because, you're thinking of something," the girl paused, looking him in the eye, "A pain in the past, a pain that had followed a brief love in your live." The girl took out a handkerchief, whipping the blood from his face, before turning her back to him. She stopped before she reached the trees. "With every love, comes pain. With every pain, you must wait. After every wait, there is a reward..."
With that, the Elven girl left, leaving Legolas more confused then he was before...
Aragorn's ship docked at the harbor, and the first person he saw was Arwen. He smiled; glad to see his love again. When he left the ship, he embraced her tightly.
"Arwen, my sweet," Aragorn said. "It is wonderful to see you again. You do not know how long I've waited to your eyes..."
"Oh, Aragorn," his love whispered. "I've been waiting, too." She touched his face, letting her fingers linger on his lips. After a minute, she drew away. "As much as I'd like to stay here with you, I'm worried about Legolas. He's been acting strangely..." worry shown clear in Aragorn's eyes.
"Where is he?" The king asked. "Maybe I can help him..."
"He is in the forest," a voice yelled. Aragorn and Arwen looked up, only to see Gimli coming towards them. "I heard him calling me, and when his shouts became silent, I started to worry. I went to find him, and when I did, he was sitting under some tree."
"Where is he now?" Arwen asked, worry for her age old friend in her voice.
"He is still there," the dwarf answered. "I tried to speak to him, but he wouldn't answer. I'm really worried about him..." Aragorn paled a bit. He remembered a few things about Legolas' past that he had been told, either by the Elf himself or his father, and he could name several that would cause the Elven Prince to react like that.
"Please, Gimli," He said worriedly. "Take us to him" And so the dwarf did as he was told.
Season's Love
"The Undying Lands are a beautiful place Legolas," the Elven princess Arwen said. "Why are you always so sad?" she looked unto to face of the prince of Mirkwood. It was his own choice to come here, and by all means, she should be the unhappy one, not him.
"It does not matter, Lady Arwen," the Elven boy assured her. "It's just a memory..." Legolas closed his eyes, "A memory of which I would like to forget." He looked into the sky. It was going to rain that was for sure. It always seems to rain when he had to cry, but wouldn't let himself...
"What was your memory, Little Prince of Mirkwood?" Arwen said using the nicknames they had given each other when they were only children. "What memory could be so sad, that it mars your face so?"
"Just a memory, Little Lady of Rivendell," he smiled when he said her nickname, original, but only for them to know, but then he frowned, remembering what had happened oh so long ago. "Just a memory..."
"If it hurts you so much, Prince of the Wood, don't think of it," Arwen said, using another one of their name from their past. "All will become better in life, when one follows the simple rule of truth; If you can forgive, you can forget..."
"Sometimes, Lady of the Lake," Legolas said, looking outside the window, of which he sat. "Sometimes you can forgive, but never forget..." He looked to the harbor, and saw the ship that both he and Arwen were waiting for. "Aragorn's ship will arrive shortly, milady. I'll go tell Gimli, you might want to start for the harbor..." With that said, he left to find his little friend, in hope that he could forget his past...
"I wish you peace, Little Prince," Arwen said into the wind. "And I hope that you will find whatever comforts your looking for..."
"Gimli!" Legolas shouted. "Where are you? Aragorn will be here shortly!" Legolas wandered toward the caves he was sure the dwarf had gone to. "He'd better be in those caves, or I swear, upon every bone in my body, I'm going to strangle him."
"Well then, he won't have to worry about getting hurt now, will he?" A voice said. Legolas turned around when he heard in, only to see a girl his age. The girl was clad in blue and white male, and was armed with a long, thin sward, and a long bow with silver tipped arrows. She had long golden brown hair, with red streaks in it. Her face was hidden behind a mask, a mask that only brought more painful memories to the Elven boy.
"Who are you?" Legolas questioned her.
"I'm simply a girl of the woods, wishing for a good fight to battle in," the girl said in a deadly tone. She unsheathed her sward and took a step toward him. "So you can fight me, or you can carry on your days underneath the ground," Legolas could tell that she meant every word of it, so he took a step back, unsheathed his sward, and got into a fighters stance. "Just to warn you, I don't give any mercy!" The girl struck.
"Neither do I!" Legolas yelled, countering with equal strength. "And I'm not in the mood for game, so I suggest that you surrender!" The girl laughed, giving him more memories. He faltered, and she struck him down.
"Looks like I won," she whispered her blade upon his neck, "But what to do with you, what to do?" The girl thought for a moment, before helping him up. Legolas turned to go away, thinking that was the end of it. "Don't think you've won yet; because you're not going so soon." The girl went in front of him. She took her sward, and made a small scar in front of his left ear. The scar may have been small, but stung greatly none the less.
"Why did you do that?" Legolas said, the blood spilling down his cheek. "Why do you insist on hurting me when you won?"
"Because, you're thinking of something," the girl paused, looking him in the eye, "A pain in the past, a pain that had followed a brief love in your live." The girl took out a handkerchief, whipping the blood from his face, before turning her back to him. She stopped before she reached the trees. "With every love, comes pain. With every pain, you must wait. After every wait, there is a reward..."
With that, the Elven girl left, leaving Legolas more confused then he was before...
Aragorn's ship docked at the harbor, and the first person he saw was Arwen. He smiled; glad to see his love again. When he left the ship, he embraced her tightly.
"Arwen, my sweet," Aragorn said. "It is wonderful to see you again. You do not know how long I've waited to your eyes..."
"Oh, Aragorn," his love whispered. "I've been waiting, too." She touched his face, letting her fingers linger on his lips. After a minute, she drew away. "As much as I'd like to stay here with you, I'm worried about Legolas. He's been acting strangely..." worry shown clear in Aragorn's eyes.
"Where is he?" The king asked. "Maybe I can help him..."
"He is in the forest," a voice yelled. Aragorn and Arwen looked up, only to see Gimli coming towards them. "I heard him calling me, and when his shouts became silent, I started to worry. I went to find him, and when I did, he was sitting under some tree."
"Where is he now?" Arwen asked, worry for her age old friend in her voice.
"He is still there," the dwarf answered. "I tried to speak to him, but he wouldn't answer. I'm really worried about him..." Aragorn paled a bit. He remembered a few things about Legolas' past that he had been told, either by the Elf himself or his father, and he could name several that would cause the Elven Prince to react like that.
"Please, Gimli," He said worriedly. "Take us to him" And so the dwarf did as he was told.