01/23/03 - Hello everybody, I'm back! No I'm not dead yet, ok. Anyways, as
for update. I edited AALL my chapters, hopefully I rid of those awful
grammar mistakes , urgh! I'm still looking for a co-writer to help me
edit my fanfic. I'm really busy and after I write everything I just leave
it without proofreading it cuz I'm a hopeless lazy bum! Haha.
UGH! Frikk.. I am soo tired. My eyes are like bulging out from editing all of my chapters. Crap, I hope I didn't do a piss poor job of proof-reading it, HELP! Help! I extremely need help! Email me @ stylin_bebe_604@hotmail.com if you're interested.
AND! Another note, if you guys are wondering about why this story falls under the category of rated R, it's because I have planned a lemon for this story. Just wait for it =) hopefully it's not crappy.
::ehem:: proceed with the story! =) enjoy!
Disclaimer : All lord of the Rings characters © J.R.R. Tolkien, not mine.
Part V : Panic
"I am to turn 21 tonight my lady." Legolas said, locking his eyes with hers desperately searching for her unspoken reaction. He had said too much about himself for his own comfort and his royal class is getting more and more obvious. He can't seem to lie to her anymore, there is something about her, and also because he is not used to lying, he was always the honest kid around.
Arwen eyed him intently noticing his discomfort. "Oh, I see."
The blond shifted, "Yes."
"The prince's 21st celebration of his birthday is to be held tonight at the royal palace. It must be an honor to be born the same day as his highness."
He felt his body's temperature heighten, and the circulation of blood in his pulses quickened. "Y-You know of the Prince's celebration my lady?"
"Yes, of course, I am invited since I am the daughter of Lord Elrond of Rivendell." Arwen pulled on her horse's reins, readying to ride back to the Palace, she squinted to a far off place. "It is quite long ride from here, I am not sure if I can make it back on time. Father will be furious." She turned her gaze back to Legolas who was paling.
"Is something wrong Goli?" She asked, concerned. "You are ghastly pale. Maybe you should go home and rest."
"N-no.Lady, I am quite.allright. Just that. Well." Legolas stuttered his hands on his waist and he furiously tapped his left foot, thinking of something that will delay her from leaving. Better yet, make her not leave at all. Of all the bad luck this was the worst, and it has been bestowed upon him today. He was late for the celebration too, he has to think of something before it is too late. Too many ideas were running across his brain and he felt like he was about to snap.
".Well?" Arwen said, getting impatient.
Legolas snapped from his trail of thoughts.
"Lady Arwen, please stay for awhile I would like to talk with you some more, you seem like a very interesting lady and well, yes, you're very beautiful too, -- but please stay with me for awhile, I get scared and well, see, --you have a horse.!" Legolas stopped before inhaling again. ".and I don't, I can't run fast see? You have to stay with me!!" Legolas froze, not at all pleased with the speed of his careless tongue.
Legolas breathed again trying to catch up with his breath, Arwen covered her mouth trying to suppress her laughter.
"Goli, you are a very charming elf, and you most certainly amuse me, but I must go now, my father and his highness are presumably anxious for my return and no doubt they had sent guards to look for me." She grinned at him. "I shall look forward till we meet again."
Arwen mounted her horse, and sent him a flying kiss. "Namarie." With a strong neigh Artemis pranced off leaving a trail of dust.
Legolas was mortified, The high lady of Rivendell was going to attend the ball, and he had not thought about it.
"I'm so stupid!" He thought to himself, of course Arwen was invited, now his identity will be discovered, and she will look upon him with spite and disgust. He hated everything starting then, he hated himself, he hated her for showing up in the woods and catching him off guard. And he especially hated this day and his royal title. He hated himself for lying to her.
He contemplated his thought again. If he hadn't lied to her, she would hate him anyway.
He frowned at himself, "Why do I feel guilty!? Why do I even care. I have no knowledge of her!"
He hastily snatched the arrow that had embedded itself on one of the trees, and swung from branches to branches in great agility. He needed to get to his father before she beat him to it.
***
The entrance to the Greenwood the Great's royal residence was grand and majestic. Two huge doors was made out of wood, and it was carved with ancient elven writings and carved figures of brave historical elven heroes that narrated an unforgotten story. White gold were sprinkled all over the gateway making it glow a soft tone of silver and brown.
Legolas swung the palace's heavy doors dripping with sweat and grease. His maid, Londiël, gasped, appalled at his filthy and grimy sight. Legolas stood in front of her with a guilty smile, his platinum blond hair disheveled and matted with brown goo. His quiver of arrows crooked and his bow badly damaged.
"I am sorry, but I desperately need to take a bath right now, I must talk to father before the ball starts."
"My lord! What on middle earth!?" Londiël cried ushering the reeking prince to the miniature version of a lake inside the palace.
"Oh Londiël?"
"Yes my lord?"
"Can you leave for the blacksmith's shop and bring forth a metal mask for me. I will need it for tonight, and tell my father I shall talk to him later in his room. I seek an advice from him."
"I shall call upon his highness, oh dear, look at you my prince! The ball will start soon, and we cannot begin without you. Make haste!"
Londiël slammed the door hard leaving Legolas alone in the little lake.
The tiresome prince took off his tattered black tunic, and stripped off the rest of his dirtied garments. He submerged himself in the clear blue water allowing the coolness of the water to relax his tensed muscles.
Yes, he did reek.
Legolas smelled himself again and cringed.
.he reeked BAD.
***
Legolas was done bathing and he had his royal attire on sporting the imperial colors of silver and gold, his silver-plated mask that Londiël received from the blacksmith's covered the whole of his fair face. He walked through the hall's corridors head up high, disregarding the faint whispers of disbelief by the onlookers.
He almost reached the doors leading to his father's room when a petite brunette collided against him.
His breath quickened as he recognized her, the Evenstar tipped her small head up to meet him with an apologetic and meek smile.
"Amen Hiraetha. (I'm sorry) "
His head was again swimming and he swallowed the pressure that was building up in his throat.
"Lle tyava quel arwenamin? (do you feel well my lady?)" He said in a deep voice, not wanting to be recognized.
"Yes, yes, I am quite all right. I was in a hurry and it wasn't in my intentions bumping into you. I am embarrassed, please forgive my clumsiness," she replied, her cheeks reddening.
"Ah, no need for apologies, it was I who got into your way, I should have been more careful." Legolas said with an apprehensive chuckle.
Arwen grinned, peering at his metal face, her eyes gleaming with fascination, "That is a very interesting mask, may I ask what it's for?"
"Uhhh.. This?" He feebly asked, pointing to his head.
"Yes," she squinted at him carefully as if she was inspecting what was underneath the mask, figuring out his hidden features. "Amin sintalle? (do I know you)" She questioned, her bright blue eyes intently focusing in his midnight blue ones.
"No!" He abruptly said, his cool stance breaking.
She gave him a small chuckle and waved her delicate hand, "I'm sorry, there is something about you that reminded me of someone I met," she bit her lower lip, "Oh, I must be bothering you, but before I go." She stuck her delicate hand towards him in a friendly gesture. "My name is Arwen."
The prince met her hand with his own, "Mae Govannen Arwen, I am Legolas Greenleaf Thranduillion. (Son of Thranduil)"
***
And here I close chapter 5, my head is suffering from a very huge writer's block. I am sorry for the delay, and I hope the next chapter will be posted up soon. Hopefully this Friday, keep your fingers crossed!
Ugh! I suck at this. Anyhow, I will continue on for those who bothered reviewing my work.
To those who reviewed. Your compliments and your constructive criticism kept me writing! And I appreciate you for sparing a wee bit time for me!
REVIEW! I love you people =)
UGH! Frikk.. I am soo tired. My eyes are like bulging out from editing all of my chapters. Crap, I hope I didn't do a piss poor job of proof-reading it, HELP! Help! I extremely need help! Email me @ stylin_bebe_604@hotmail.com if you're interested.
AND! Another note, if you guys are wondering about why this story falls under the category of rated R, it's because I have planned a lemon for this story. Just wait for it =) hopefully it's not crappy.
::ehem:: proceed with the story! =) enjoy!
Disclaimer : All lord of the Rings characters © J.R.R. Tolkien, not mine.
Part V : Panic
"I am to turn 21 tonight my lady." Legolas said, locking his eyes with hers desperately searching for her unspoken reaction. He had said too much about himself for his own comfort and his royal class is getting more and more obvious. He can't seem to lie to her anymore, there is something about her, and also because he is not used to lying, he was always the honest kid around.
Arwen eyed him intently noticing his discomfort. "Oh, I see."
The blond shifted, "Yes."
"The prince's 21st celebration of his birthday is to be held tonight at the royal palace. It must be an honor to be born the same day as his highness."
He felt his body's temperature heighten, and the circulation of blood in his pulses quickened. "Y-You know of the Prince's celebration my lady?"
"Yes, of course, I am invited since I am the daughter of Lord Elrond of Rivendell." Arwen pulled on her horse's reins, readying to ride back to the Palace, she squinted to a far off place. "It is quite long ride from here, I am not sure if I can make it back on time. Father will be furious." She turned her gaze back to Legolas who was paling.
"Is something wrong Goli?" She asked, concerned. "You are ghastly pale. Maybe you should go home and rest."
"N-no.Lady, I am quite.allright. Just that. Well." Legolas stuttered his hands on his waist and he furiously tapped his left foot, thinking of something that will delay her from leaving. Better yet, make her not leave at all. Of all the bad luck this was the worst, and it has been bestowed upon him today. He was late for the celebration too, he has to think of something before it is too late. Too many ideas were running across his brain and he felt like he was about to snap.
".Well?" Arwen said, getting impatient.
Legolas snapped from his trail of thoughts.
"Lady Arwen, please stay for awhile I would like to talk with you some more, you seem like a very interesting lady and well, yes, you're very beautiful too, -- but please stay with me for awhile, I get scared and well, see, --you have a horse.!" Legolas stopped before inhaling again. ".and I don't, I can't run fast see? You have to stay with me!!" Legolas froze, not at all pleased with the speed of his careless tongue.
Legolas breathed again trying to catch up with his breath, Arwen covered her mouth trying to suppress her laughter.
"Goli, you are a very charming elf, and you most certainly amuse me, but I must go now, my father and his highness are presumably anxious for my return and no doubt they had sent guards to look for me." She grinned at him. "I shall look forward till we meet again."
Arwen mounted her horse, and sent him a flying kiss. "Namarie." With a strong neigh Artemis pranced off leaving a trail of dust.
Legolas was mortified, The high lady of Rivendell was going to attend the ball, and he had not thought about it.
"I'm so stupid!" He thought to himself, of course Arwen was invited, now his identity will be discovered, and she will look upon him with spite and disgust. He hated everything starting then, he hated himself, he hated her for showing up in the woods and catching him off guard. And he especially hated this day and his royal title. He hated himself for lying to her.
He contemplated his thought again. If he hadn't lied to her, she would hate him anyway.
He frowned at himself, "Why do I feel guilty!? Why do I even care. I have no knowledge of her!"
He hastily snatched the arrow that had embedded itself on one of the trees, and swung from branches to branches in great agility. He needed to get to his father before she beat him to it.
***
The entrance to the Greenwood the Great's royal residence was grand and majestic. Two huge doors was made out of wood, and it was carved with ancient elven writings and carved figures of brave historical elven heroes that narrated an unforgotten story. White gold were sprinkled all over the gateway making it glow a soft tone of silver and brown.
Legolas swung the palace's heavy doors dripping with sweat and grease. His maid, Londiël, gasped, appalled at his filthy and grimy sight. Legolas stood in front of her with a guilty smile, his platinum blond hair disheveled and matted with brown goo. His quiver of arrows crooked and his bow badly damaged.
"I am sorry, but I desperately need to take a bath right now, I must talk to father before the ball starts."
"My lord! What on middle earth!?" Londiël cried ushering the reeking prince to the miniature version of a lake inside the palace.
"Oh Londiël?"
"Yes my lord?"
"Can you leave for the blacksmith's shop and bring forth a metal mask for me. I will need it for tonight, and tell my father I shall talk to him later in his room. I seek an advice from him."
"I shall call upon his highness, oh dear, look at you my prince! The ball will start soon, and we cannot begin without you. Make haste!"
Londiël slammed the door hard leaving Legolas alone in the little lake.
The tiresome prince took off his tattered black tunic, and stripped off the rest of his dirtied garments. He submerged himself in the clear blue water allowing the coolness of the water to relax his tensed muscles.
Yes, he did reek.
Legolas smelled himself again and cringed.
.he reeked BAD.
***
Legolas was done bathing and he had his royal attire on sporting the imperial colors of silver and gold, his silver-plated mask that Londiël received from the blacksmith's covered the whole of his fair face. He walked through the hall's corridors head up high, disregarding the faint whispers of disbelief by the onlookers.
He almost reached the doors leading to his father's room when a petite brunette collided against him.
His breath quickened as he recognized her, the Evenstar tipped her small head up to meet him with an apologetic and meek smile.
"Amen Hiraetha. (I'm sorry) "
His head was again swimming and he swallowed the pressure that was building up in his throat.
"Lle tyava quel arwenamin? (do you feel well my lady?)" He said in a deep voice, not wanting to be recognized.
"Yes, yes, I am quite all right. I was in a hurry and it wasn't in my intentions bumping into you. I am embarrassed, please forgive my clumsiness," she replied, her cheeks reddening.
"Ah, no need for apologies, it was I who got into your way, I should have been more careful." Legolas said with an apprehensive chuckle.
Arwen grinned, peering at his metal face, her eyes gleaming with fascination, "That is a very interesting mask, may I ask what it's for?"
"Uhhh.. This?" He feebly asked, pointing to his head.
"Yes," she squinted at him carefully as if she was inspecting what was underneath the mask, figuring out his hidden features. "Amin sintalle? (do I know you)" She questioned, her bright blue eyes intently focusing in his midnight blue ones.
"No!" He abruptly said, his cool stance breaking.
She gave him a small chuckle and waved her delicate hand, "I'm sorry, there is something about you that reminded me of someone I met," she bit her lower lip, "Oh, I must be bothering you, but before I go." She stuck her delicate hand towards him in a friendly gesture. "My name is Arwen."
The prince met her hand with his own, "Mae Govannen Arwen, I am Legolas Greenleaf Thranduillion. (Son of Thranduil)"
***
And here I close chapter 5, my head is suffering from a very huge writer's block. I am sorry for the delay, and I hope the next chapter will be posted up soon. Hopefully this Friday, keep your fingers crossed!
Ugh! I suck at this. Anyhow, I will continue on for those who bothered reviewing my work.
To those who reviewed. Your compliments and your constructive criticism kept me writing! And I appreciate you for sparing a wee bit time for me!
REVIEW! I love you people =)