A/N: The reason for the whole lack of updates is not only my shock at
having to take down the story and lose all 120 reviews, but also, where I
planned to go next had a certain NC-17 ring to it, so I had to rethink. Oh
yeah, and PepperVL, where (if anywhere) do you post your RPS stories?? I
have heard good things and would love to read some. I love RPS. Anyway,
enough of this rambling.
A Good Cause to Cry
I had to restrain myself from grinning from ear to ear; the Lady of the Woods had done me proud. I turned towards Aragorn and quickly slipped on a similar mask of shock and confusion when he turned to face me.
We were suddenly surrounded, the sound of cheers was deafening, I could barely register I was being spoken to. Well-wishers shocked, but swift to gather themselves clawed at my hands in an attempt to shake them and others even pulled at my tunic. I looked over with a secret smile to Aragorn who was coping less well than I with his new hoard of screaming fans. He was almost lost amongst them and I had to strain to keep my eye on him. I was being ruthlessly jostled, a hand tapping my shoulder I peered behind just to be swallowed and almost knocked down by a unforgiving wall of dwarf as Gimli crushed me with a bear hug. He was close to lifting me from the ground when I finally persuaded him breathlessly to let me go. I was brushing myself off; revelling in the excitement around when from behind the Son of Gloin came the hobbits, fresh from congratulating a rather bewildered Aragorn. They used their combined force to subdue me, providing their thoughts on Galadriel's shocking revelation. The only member of the fellowship not to approach was Boromir, I caught a slight glimpse of him using a nearby tree to support himself conspicuous in the way he avoided the impromptu celebration. I pulled my eyes away from him bitterly.
Unfortunately I had been led away from the main crowd of elves, the hobbits and Gimli obviously keen to talk to me. Exactly what I didn't want. I was rapidly faced with a barrage of quick fire questions.
"When did you decide to get married?"
"Can two men get married?"
"Do you have the rings?"
"Who proposed, was it romantic?"
It was then they finally noticed my carefully schooled features, which I hoped for the love of Valar conveyed confusion. Frodo pushed his way to the front of the firing squad I faced.
"Did you know anything about this Legolas?" His eyes were wide, almost fearing my answer.
I subtly looked over to my lover, watching how he battled similar questioning. I adopted his approach, carefully avoiding actually answering any questions. I made noises, murmured, feigned a lack of any decision or conviction. I was aided by many interruptions from fellow elves. Another wayward glimpse of my lover and his face told me he wanted to know what was going on and now. The time was now. If I did not move quickly I would regret this for the rest of my life. I excused myself and slid away, hoping I would become lost in the crowd. I made my way to the podium on which the Lady had just stood; I slipped behind it and jumped upwards into the canopy where she led waiting. I looked down once more to check on my beloved and guilt washed over me as I found him searching desperately for me.
"A fit of conscience, little Greenleaf?" Her eyes remained closed, she appeared as if she were in a trance of some kind.
"This causes him much distress."
"Was this not your idea?"
"Nay, it was a solution you suggested."
Her eyebrow rose. "Indeed it was, but only at your agreement."
"True, but I am unsure that it has even worked --"
"Patience is a virtue little one. Aragorn guards his heart and mind closely. We shall never know if we have succeeded if we remain here. Follow me."
I did so with speed and without question, though concerned at how far we wandered. My distress diminished as I felt familiar stone steps beneath me. We stood at Galadriel's mirror.
"The mirror not only has the power to show what has been and what will be, but it also watches over Lothloiren much like the Great Eye watches over Middle Earth." I remained silent as she filled a silver jug with water.
"Let us hark back to where Aragorn lies Legolas." She began pouring the water into the stone basin. "He currently converses with the fellowship."
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"You had no idea???"
"No, Legolas and I have never spoken of marriage. He seemed as shocked as I was."
"What could Galadriel mean?"
"I do not know."
"Now all these people think you are getting married. Are you sure Galadriel didn't just get the wrong idea?"
"How could she Gimli?"
"What are you going to do?"
"If I knew that, this conversation would be marginally easier."
"Alright, we're only trying to help. Are you going to marry him?"
"I'm not sure, this is all such a big surprise."
"Do you want to marry him?"
A long, pregnant pause.
"Yes, more than anything, I love him with all my heart. But his face. . . .I . . ."
*************************
Having heard enough, and not wanting to invade his privacy anymore, I reached in and disturbed the water, his face disappearing amidst a swirl of ripples.
"You were wrong, Legolas. He returns your feelings just as vehemently. It too is his will for you to marry."
I held my breath, still disbelieving, knowing what she would ask of me next.
"Come, it is time."
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I took my place on the podium just as Galadriel had. Only this time hush came a lot sooner. All waited with baited breath, Aragorn most of all.
"I first would like to apologise for the chaos and confusion that has been caused. I know that Galadriel's announcement came as a shock to many. But I assure you it is all in a good cause. Now I have your attention and all that I need I would like to set things straight and do this properly."
I cleared my throat, a whisper of a smile appearing on Galadriel's lips.
"Aragorn, Son of Arathorn, heir to the throne of Gondor, would you marry me?"
The silence that had occurred became all the more silent. Every face turned towards the man in black.
Who, with damp eyes and a wondrous smile merely nodded.
Then, for the first time in my life, I had a good cause to cry.
A/N: Apologies again for the lack of updates, but normal service is now resumed. Reviews now are more important than ever, so keep them coming!
A Good Cause to Cry
I had to restrain myself from grinning from ear to ear; the Lady of the Woods had done me proud. I turned towards Aragorn and quickly slipped on a similar mask of shock and confusion when he turned to face me.
We were suddenly surrounded, the sound of cheers was deafening, I could barely register I was being spoken to. Well-wishers shocked, but swift to gather themselves clawed at my hands in an attempt to shake them and others even pulled at my tunic. I looked over with a secret smile to Aragorn who was coping less well than I with his new hoard of screaming fans. He was almost lost amongst them and I had to strain to keep my eye on him. I was being ruthlessly jostled, a hand tapping my shoulder I peered behind just to be swallowed and almost knocked down by a unforgiving wall of dwarf as Gimli crushed me with a bear hug. He was close to lifting me from the ground when I finally persuaded him breathlessly to let me go. I was brushing myself off; revelling in the excitement around when from behind the Son of Gloin came the hobbits, fresh from congratulating a rather bewildered Aragorn. They used their combined force to subdue me, providing their thoughts on Galadriel's shocking revelation. The only member of the fellowship not to approach was Boromir, I caught a slight glimpse of him using a nearby tree to support himself conspicuous in the way he avoided the impromptu celebration. I pulled my eyes away from him bitterly.
Unfortunately I had been led away from the main crowd of elves, the hobbits and Gimli obviously keen to talk to me. Exactly what I didn't want. I was rapidly faced with a barrage of quick fire questions.
"When did you decide to get married?"
"Can two men get married?"
"Do you have the rings?"
"Who proposed, was it romantic?"
It was then they finally noticed my carefully schooled features, which I hoped for the love of Valar conveyed confusion. Frodo pushed his way to the front of the firing squad I faced.
"Did you know anything about this Legolas?" His eyes were wide, almost fearing my answer.
I subtly looked over to my lover, watching how he battled similar questioning. I adopted his approach, carefully avoiding actually answering any questions. I made noises, murmured, feigned a lack of any decision or conviction. I was aided by many interruptions from fellow elves. Another wayward glimpse of my lover and his face told me he wanted to know what was going on and now. The time was now. If I did not move quickly I would regret this for the rest of my life. I excused myself and slid away, hoping I would become lost in the crowd. I made my way to the podium on which the Lady had just stood; I slipped behind it and jumped upwards into the canopy where she led waiting. I looked down once more to check on my beloved and guilt washed over me as I found him searching desperately for me.
"A fit of conscience, little Greenleaf?" Her eyes remained closed, she appeared as if she were in a trance of some kind.
"This causes him much distress."
"Was this not your idea?"
"Nay, it was a solution you suggested."
Her eyebrow rose. "Indeed it was, but only at your agreement."
"True, but I am unsure that it has even worked --"
"Patience is a virtue little one. Aragorn guards his heart and mind closely. We shall never know if we have succeeded if we remain here. Follow me."
I did so with speed and without question, though concerned at how far we wandered. My distress diminished as I felt familiar stone steps beneath me. We stood at Galadriel's mirror.
"The mirror not only has the power to show what has been and what will be, but it also watches over Lothloiren much like the Great Eye watches over Middle Earth." I remained silent as she filled a silver jug with water.
"Let us hark back to where Aragorn lies Legolas." She began pouring the water into the stone basin. "He currently converses with the fellowship."
*************************
"You had no idea???"
"No, Legolas and I have never spoken of marriage. He seemed as shocked as I was."
"What could Galadriel mean?"
"I do not know."
"Now all these people think you are getting married. Are you sure Galadriel didn't just get the wrong idea?"
"How could she Gimli?"
"What are you going to do?"
"If I knew that, this conversation would be marginally easier."
"Alright, we're only trying to help. Are you going to marry him?"
"I'm not sure, this is all such a big surprise."
"Do you want to marry him?"
A long, pregnant pause.
"Yes, more than anything, I love him with all my heart. But his face. . . .I . . ."
*************************
Having heard enough, and not wanting to invade his privacy anymore, I reached in and disturbed the water, his face disappearing amidst a swirl of ripples.
"You were wrong, Legolas. He returns your feelings just as vehemently. It too is his will for you to marry."
I held my breath, still disbelieving, knowing what she would ask of me next.
"Come, it is time."
*************************
I took my place on the podium just as Galadriel had. Only this time hush came a lot sooner. All waited with baited breath, Aragorn most of all.
"I first would like to apologise for the chaos and confusion that has been caused. I know that Galadriel's announcement came as a shock to many. But I assure you it is all in a good cause. Now I have your attention and all that I need I would like to set things straight and do this properly."
I cleared my throat, a whisper of a smile appearing on Galadriel's lips.
"Aragorn, Son of Arathorn, heir to the throne of Gondor, would you marry me?"
The silence that had occurred became all the more silent. Every face turned towards the man in black.
Who, with damp eyes and a wondrous smile merely nodded.
Then, for the first time in my life, I had a good cause to cry.
A/N: Apologies again for the lack of updates, but normal service is now resumed. Reviews now are more important than ever, so keep them coming!