Back again with another chapter, although I shouldn't be writing this as I have an exam tomorrow afternoon *shudder*. Thanks everyone for all the reviews! Thanks to Dj who, before this, was probably getting annoyed with my non-posting of new chapters.
I'd like to warn everyone again (who have read the other two books) that this story is drastically off the original timeline of the books.
Oh, on another note, I've named the lord of Fangorn Nyrann because at first I was just going to call him 'the Lord', but it grew rather monotonous, so, thanks to Bretta (I love you!) he now has a name!
Chapter 4
Rowen ran quickly back to her room still clutching her pocket and trying to forget what had just happened. She couldn't believe what she had just been doing, flirting with that odd new elf. 'Legolas' she corrected herself then smack herself in the forehead.
She was used to flirting playfully with men; she had grown up doing it. There weren't many elves still left in Fangorn, let alone females, so she had grown up in the presence of men. She had never understood why other females of her race cared so much about their looks and what man they would marry. It confused her.
She went into her room and closed the door behind her, shutting it tightly. She went over to her bed and sat down, taking the object out of her pocket. She turned the small jewel over and over in her hand. It had been a present from her mother before she had passed away.
"Why was it glowing?" Rowen muttered to herself.
Shrugging her shoulders she placed the jewel on her bed and moved over to her closet quickly picking out a dress to wear for dinner tonight. She would worry about it later. Instead, to her dismay, she began to think about Legolas again.
'Why can't I get that bratty prince out of my mind?' she thought, sighing in distaste. His conversation in the garden earlier had changed her mind a bit, but she thought him to be like every other prince who had come by the border of the forest looking for her hand.
'But what if he's different?' said a little voice in her mind. 'He hasn't tried to woo you yet. Your father hasn't told you of any offer for your hand.'
Rowen sighed and placed the jewel back around her neck, hiding it under her high cut dress.
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As soon as Legolas had returned from the garden Aragorn, Gimli and Nixa had pulled him to the dining hall where the Lord of the Fangorn was already sitting. Legolas sat down in between the two, Gimli sitting with Nixa on his lap, but could not focus on anything in front of him.
'What was that light in the forest?' he asked himself. He knew it had something to do with what Rowen had placed in her pocket, but he could not figure out what that thing was.
Rowen. His thoughts drifted off again as he thought of her. She was a mystery to him. One minute she was telling him off, the next ignoring him, and the next she was flirting with him! He paused in mid thought to see the object of his thought's walk through the door on someone's arm. A wave of jealousy hit him as he looked closer at the figure. On closer inspection he was able to place the person.
"Gandalf?" he asked, jumping from his chair. His other companions, hearing his voice, looked up to see their lost companion enter the room.
Gandalf noticed them and went over to a seat at the table, leading Rowen to her seat also. She was sitting right across from Legolas. He sat down next to Nyrann and nodded his head to them.
"Ah I see at least some of the broken fellowship has entered the halls of Fangorn." He said to them.
Aragorn, Legolas and Gimli remained speechless. Finally Aragorn managed to find his voice.
"H-how did you escape Moria?" he asked.
A shadow fell over Gandalf's eyes. "That is too much a dark tale for this hour."
Nyrann smiled. "Ah yes. Too dark a tale for such a happy day!"
Nixa cocked her head to the side as she looked at her father. "Why is it a happy day daddy? Does Nixa get a prezzie?" she asked hopefully.
Nyrann smiled at his daughter. "Not directly dear, but in a way you will be getting a present."
Everyone looked in his direction, confused.
"What do you mean father?" Rowen asked.
As Nyrann turned his gaze to his other daughter his smiled broadened. "In a few days I will announce to everyone a betrothal."
Rowen's eyes lit up. "Who's getting married?" she asked.
Nyrann laughed. "Well as soon as we get news from Mirkwood, you and Legolas are my dear."
Legolas' eyes grew wide and his jaw nearly hit the floor. Rowen's face grew deathly white.
'He was lying to me!' she thought. 'He was after my hand!'
Rowen stood up quickly and turned a death glare on Legolas, who was still in shock. She walked quickly over to the other side of the table to Legolas and quickly slapped him in the face.
"How dare you." she said to him, her voice dangerously low. "How dare you do this to me. I thought you were different, but, like the rest of them, you're only her for my title!" Small tears began to dance against her eyelashes and she quickly turned around and ran out of the room.
No one spoke as silence descended on the table, each occupant too surprised to speak. Gandalf broke the silence.
"Well that was interesting." He said dryly.
Legolas, whose brain had shut down not long after the Lord had announced his news, turned his attention back to the head of the table.
"Engagement?" he asked, his voice hitting a higher note. "When did I ask for her hand in marriage? And what language was it in, because it was definitely not any that I know of!"
Nyrann raised an eyebrow. "You didn't ask for her hand in marriage." He said to the stuttering elf.
"Then why are we engaged?"
Nyrann sighed and rubbed his temples. "If I remember correctly you were in the garden with Rowen earlier, weren't you?" At Legolas' nod Gimli and Aragorn both look at him, their gazes clearly saying 'what did you do now?'. "And" he continued, " something very odd occurred then, didn't it?"
"Well, there was that light, and"
Nyrann clasped his hands together. "Exactly, the light." His eyes seemed not to focus on them any more as he spoke softly to himself. "The same light ages ago with Crea."
"Your Lordship?" Aragorn asked uncertainly.
Nyrann seemed to snap out of his daze. "Oh yes, back to the light. Well, that light was caused by something that has been passed down through the lineage of this family. A jewel that posses a great deal of power. But not only power doe sit posses. For every female whom it is given to it shows them their truelove, or their soulmate."
"So, you're saying that I am Rowen's soulmate?" Legolas asked uncertainly. Nyrann nodded.
"Isn't the marriage going to be a little hard if Rowen refuses to speak to him?" Gimli said.
Nyrann sighed. "I don't know what I shall do about my daughter."
"Maybe you should have asked her before you put all of this into motion." Legolas said quietly. He stood up and quietly made his way out of the room, leaving the rest of the table in silence.
Nixa stood up on Gimli's lap and whispered into his ear. "Nixa doesn't like this! Leg'las and Nixa's sister should not be fighting!" she said quietly.
Did you like? Leave a review in the box please. Comments will be loved and commentors be worshiped! Flames will be laughed at and used to fry all of my history notes.
I'd like to warn everyone again (who have read the other two books) that this story is drastically off the original timeline of the books.
Oh, on another note, I've named the lord of Fangorn Nyrann because at first I was just going to call him 'the Lord', but it grew rather monotonous, so, thanks to Bretta (I love you!) he now has a name!
Chapter 4
Rowen ran quickly back to her room still clutching her pocket and trying to forget what had just happened. She couldn't believe what she had just been doing, flirting with that odd new elf. 'Legolas' she corrected herself then smack herself in the forehead.
She was used to flirting playfully with men; she had grown up doing it. There weren't many elves still left in Fangorn, let alone females, so she had grown up in the presence of men. She had never understood why other females of her race cared so much about their looks and what man they would marry. It confused her.
She went into her room and closed the door behind her, shutting it tightly. She went over to her bed and sat down, taking the object out of her pocket. She turned the small jewel over and over in her hand. It had been a present from her mother before she had passed away.
"Why was it glowing?" Rowen muttered to herself.
Shrugging her shoulders she placed the jewel on her bed and moved over to her closet quickly picking out a dress to wear for dinner tonight. She would worry about it later. Instead, to her dismay, she began to think about Legolas again.
'Why can't I get that bratty prince out of my mind?' she thought, sighing in distaste. His conversation in the garden earlier had changed her mind a bit, but she thought him to be like every other prince who had come by the border of the forest looking for her hand.
'But what if he's different?' said a little voice in her mind. 'He hasn't tried to woo you yet. Your father hasn't told you of any offer for your hand.'
Rowen sighed and placed the jewel back around her neck, hiding it under her high cut dress.
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As soon as Legolas had returned from the garden Aragorn, Gimli and Nixa had pulled him to the dining hall where the Lord of the Fangorn was already sitting. Legolas sat down in between the two, Gimli sitting with Nixa on his lap, but could not focus on anything in front of him.
'What was that light in the forest?' he asked himself. He knew it had something to do with what Rowen had placed in her pocket, but he could not figure out what that thing was.
Rowen. His thoughts drifted off again as he thought of her. She was a mystery to him. One minute she was telling him off, the next ignoring him, and the next she was flirting with him! He paused in mid thought to see the object of his thought's walk through the door on someone's arm. A wave of jealousy hit him as he looked closer at the figure. On closer inspection he was able to place the person.
"Gandalf?" he asked, jumping from his chair. His other companions, hearing his voice, looked up to see their lost companion enter the room.
Gandalf noticed them and went over to a seat at the table, leading Rowen to her seat also. She was sitting right across from Legolas. He sat down next to Nyrann and nodded his head to them.
"Ah I see at least some of the broken fellowship has entered the halls of Fangorn." He said to them.
Aragorn, Legolas and Gimli remained speechless. Finally Aragorn managed to find his voice.
"H-how did you escape Moria?" he asked.
A shadow fell over Gandalf's eyes. "That is too much a dark tale for this hour."
Nyrann smiled. "Ah yes. Too dark a tale for such a happy day!"
Nixa cocked her head to the side as she looked at her father. "Why is it a happy day daddy? Does Nixa get a prezzie?" she asked hopefully.
Nyrann smiled at his daughter. "Not directly dear, but in a way you will be getting a present."
Everyone looked in his direction, confused.
"What do you mean father?" Rowen asked.
As Nyrann turned his gaze to his other daughter his smiled broadened. "In a few days I will announce to everyone a betrothal."
Rowen's eyes lit up. "Who's getting married?" she asked.
Nyrann laughed. "Well as soon as we get news from Mirkwood, you and Legolas are my dear."
Legolas' eyes grew wide and his jaw nearly hit the floor. Rowen's face grew deathly white.
'He was lying to me!' she thought. 'He was after my hand!'
Rowen stood up quickly and turned a death glare on Legolas, who was still in shock. She walked quickly over to the other side of the table to Legolas and quickly slapped him in the face.
"How dare you." she said to him, her voice dangerously low. "How dare you do this to me. I thought you were different, but, like the rest of them, you're only her for my title!" Small tears began to dance against her eyelashes and she quickly turned around and ran out of the room.
No one spoke as silence descended on the table, each occupant too surprised to speak. Gandalf broke the silence.
"Well that was interesting." He said dryly.
Legolas, whose brain had shut down not long after the Lord had announced his news, turned his attention back to the head of the table.
"Engagement?" he asked, his voice hitting a higher note. "When did I ask for her hand in marriage? And what language was it in, because it was definitely not any that I know of!"
Nyrann raised an eyebrow. "You didn't ask for her hand in marriage." He said to the stuttering elf.
"Then why are we engaged?"
Nyrann sighed and rubbed his temples. "If I remember correctly you were in the garden with Rowen earlier, weren't you?" At Legolas' nod Gimli and Aragorn both look at him, their gazes clearly saying 'what did you do now?'. "And" he continued, " something very odd occurred then, didn't it?"
"Well, there was that light, and"
Nyrann clasped his hands together. "Exactly, the light." His eyes seemed not to focus on them any more as he spoke softly to himself. "The same light ages ago with Crea."
"Your Lordship?" Aragorn asked uncertainly.
Nyrann seemed to snap out of his daze. "Oh yes, back to the light. Well, that light was caused by something that has been passed down through the lineage of this family. A jewel that posses a great deal of power. But not only power doe sit posses. For every female whom it is given to it shows them their truelove, or their soulmate."
"So, you're saying that I am Rowen's soulmate?" Legolas asked uncertainly. Nyrann nodded.
"Isn't the marriage going to be a little hard if Rowen refuses to speak to him?" Gimli said.
Nyrann sighed. "I don't know what I shall do about my daughter."
"Maybe you should have asked her before you put all of this into motion." Legolas said quietly. He stood up and quietly made his way out of the room, leaving the rest of the table in silence.
Nixa stood up on Gimli's lap and whispered into his ear. "Nixa doesn't like this! Leg'las and Nixa's sister should not be fighting!" she said quietly.
Did you like? Leave a review in the box please. Comments will be loved and commentors be worshiped! Flames will be laughed at and used to fry all of my history notes.