Later that day, after much talking and laughing with old friends and arriving companions, Legolas found himself pondering the strange look on Lalwen's face. Was she hiding something? Was it bad enough that she hid it from her best friend? A muffled sound from above him caught Legolas' attention. He was sitting, alone, by a stream that ran through one of Rivendell's many gardens. Aloft his head was a tree, whose branches swooped gracefully down over the river. Perched in the tree, was none other than Lalwen. Legolas was slightly surprised. Only that morning she had been in the House of Healing, and now she was climbing trees! What a peculiar girl . . . She too seemed to be in deep thought. Her brow was knitted, her now grey-brown eyes troubled.
"Hello, Lalwen!" greeted Legolas, walking to the base of the tree. She visibly jumped, nearly falling from her roost.
"Oh, L-Legolas!" she faltered, plastering on a rather labored smile, "What are you doing here?" "I came to think, and you?" he replied, climbing up the short distant and joining her on here branch.
"I, um, I just came to think as well," she sighed, not meeting his gaze. He decided to get right to his point.
"Lalwen," he slowly began, "you say our from Mirkwood?"
"Huh? Oh, yes, yes I am," she replied glancing at him from the corner of her eye, which had changed color yet again, and was now green-brown.
"How come of never seen you before, if you live in Mirkwood?" he queried. A look of alarm spread over her face.
"You're from Mirkwood?" she whispered, breath coming in sharp bursts.
"Yes," responded Legolas lightly. Slowly, she brought her gaze to his own. Her eyes, now pale green, were wide with fright.
"Please don't tell anyone!"
The hue of her eyes was startling, and made Legolas rather edgy as they bored into his own.
"All right," he retorted, "but," the 'but' made Lalwen look slightly unnerved, "you have to tell me where you are really from, and why you've been lying to Arwen!"
She dissolved into a sputtering mess, rambling on incoherently. Legolas waited for her to collect herself. She inhaled deeply, and looked at him. Her eyes had changed colors again, and now were a fiery greenish-gray.
"I am sorry, Master Elf," she hissed, "but I cannot tell you!"
With that, she leap from the tree, and ran, ran off into Elrond's House.
"Hello, Lalwen!" greeted Legolas, walking to the base of the tree. She visibly jumped, nearly falling from her roost.
"Oh, L-Legolas!" she faltered, plastering on a rather labored smile, "What are you doing here?" "I came to think, and you?" he replied, climbing up the short distant and joining her on here branch.
"I, um, I just came to think as well," she sighed, not meeting his gaze. He decided to get right to his point.
"Lalwen," he slowly began, "you say our from Mirkwood?"
"Huh? Oh, yes, yes I am," she replied glancing at him from the corner of her eye, which had changed color yet again, and was now green-brown.
"How come of never seen you before, if you live in Mirkwood?" he queried. A look of alarm spread over her face.
"You're from Mirkwood?" she whispered, breath coming in sharp bursts.
"Yes," responded Legolas lightly. Slowly, she brought her gaze to his own. Her eyes, now pale green, were wide with fright.
"Please don't tell anyone!"
The hue of her eyes was startling, and made Legolas rather edgy as they bored into his own.
"All right," he retorted, "but," the 'but' made Lalwen look slightly unnerved, "you have to tell me where you are really from, and why you've been lying to Arwen!"
She dissolved into a sputtering mess, rambling on incoherently. Legolas waited for her to collect herself. She inhaled deeply, and looked at him. Her eyes had changed colors again, and now were a fiery greenish-gray.
"I am sorry, Master Elf," she hissed, "but I cannot tell you!"
With that, she leap from the tree, and ran, ran off into Elrond's House.