The next day, Legolas awoke with someone prodding his shoulder.
"You are to go down to the hall," it was Aratar speaking "Nimheru and Eärwen have arrived, and want to thank you for saving their daughter and bringing her back to them!"
Aratar left with a cocky grin plastered on his face. Legolas sat up, running a hand though his blonde hair. It would be very hard indeed to face Lalwen again, especially after she'd been able to keep him ignorant for so long! He dressed slowly, plaited his hair in an appropriate fashion, and made his way back to the hall. Right before he entered, he heard a pleasant laugh from inside the room. Stepping through the entrance way, he lurked uncertainly observing the sene in front of him. He'd meet Nimheru and Eärwen before, but he'd been very young and did not remember much about the encounter. There stood Lalwen, grinning happily at the Elves in front of her. The man, whom he figured to be Nimheru, was tall, dark haired, with fair skin and sparking, playful blue eyes. The other woman, Eärwen, was about one hand shorter then Nimheru, with darker skin, obviously browned by a lot of time outside in the sun. Her eyes were gentle, and a kind of greenish-gold color, much resembling the color a leaf turns in primal Autumn. Nimheru suddenly raised his indigo eyes to Legolas, who was still lingering in the door way.
"Ah! Legolas! Come here, my friend!"
Legolas walked over to the family, trying very hard not to allow his eyes to stray towards Lalwen. Lalwen noticed this, and looked, again blankly, at her feet.
"Legolas! It has been so long! How is your family?" Eärwen's smile widened and she glided, for Eärwen, who was as graceful as a swan, always glided, over to Legolas and putting a gentle hand on his shoulder.
"They are quite well. And how have you been?" replied Legolas with extreme refinement. Lalwen noticed his almost frosty way he overlooked her, and she promptly diverted her gaze to a high window to her left, bitting her bottom lip.
"We have been as fine as possible," responded Nimheru, putting an arm over Lalwen's shoulder, "Legolas, how can we ever thank you for bringing our daughter back to us? We had almost given up any grain of hope that she was still alive! But now, you have proven us wrong, and we thank you sincerely for that!"
Legolas glanced at Lalwen's slightly flushed face.
"I'm afraid there is nothing you can give me in return. It was a pleasure," his eyebrow twitched slightly at the mention of 'pleasure', "to bring her back. Shall you return to Himlot soon?"
Legolas questioned, changing the subject. He saw, or thought he saw, Nimheru and Eärwen glance at each other, so quickly, that he wasn't sure it had really happened at all.
"Yes, we will." answered Nimheru blankly.
After the interview was over, Legolas was making his way back to his room, when heard soft footfalls behind him. He turned and saw Lalwen, who paused, bitting her lip again and shifting her gaze to the floor near Legolas' feet, instead of his face.
"Legolas," she began, quietly.
"You'll excuse me Lady Lalwendë," she flinched slightly at the rigidness in his voice , "but I must be by myself for a while to brood over the fact that I can be so easily kept oblivious,"
He turned on his heel and was about to storm off, when a rough hand snatched the back of his tunic and forced him around. There was Lalwen, her eyes a steely grey-green, her lips in a thin line on her stern face.
"Master Greenleaf," she hissed in a sarcastic tone, mimicking his icy manner, "I was trying to apologize!"
Legolas didn't reply, partly because he was trying to appear proud, and because he was slightly alarmed by Lalwen. He had never seen her eyes turn such a intrepid color, and he had to admit that she was rather pretty when she was angered. Unfortunately, the latter thought escaped from his mouth. Lalwen's expression changed, as Legolas clapped a hand over his mouth, blushing fiercely. A smile played at the corners of her mouth, her eyes turning a handsome greenish-brown.
Legolas gently put a finger up to Lalwen's cheek, on the bit skin close to her eye.
"Your eyes are always changing color!" he whispered, grinning. A full smile crossed her face. She opened her mouth, like she was about to say something, but suddenly stopped, and mumbled,
"They've always done that," she muttered lamely. Legolad caught her drift.
"Ah, ha!!!" he cried triumphantly, "they have something to do with where your from!" Another detail entered his head, "and that's why your parents glanced at each other! They-."
His thoughts were cut off by Lalwen's hand, which was smacked over his mouth. He looked down at her victoriously.
"Ok," she surrendered, "I'll tell you where I'm really from, if you don't tell anyone, and you don't irritate me with questions, and," she interrupted as Legolas tried to state something into her hand, "you don't tell my parents you know, or that I told you!"
He nodded, and she slowly brought her hand away from his face. A frown crossed Lalwen's face, as she carefully choose her words.
"Legolas," she began lightly, "have you ever been to Himlot?"
Legolas shook his head.
"Have you ever meet anyone, beside my family and myself, who have ever been to Himlot?"
Legolas didn't answer right away. Now that he thought about it, he hadn't meet anyone who had actually been to Himlot. Not his father, not his mother, not Elrond. It seemed the natives of Himlot always came to them.
"No," he replied slowly. Lalwen sighed.
"You might want to sit down, this could take a while."
oooh!!! and the plot thickens!!! what will happen to our ignorant hero?!?!? alas!! you shall have to wait!! because i'm hungry, and require rations!!!*grins evilly* namarie to all of my faithful readers, who never leave me any friggin reviews!!!!*glares at evil wrong do-ers* CURRSE YOOOOOU!!!!!in fact, i'm not going to post any more chapters, until someone reviews my stinkin' story!!!chew that...why don't you...
"You are to go down to the hall," it was Aratar speaking "Nimheru and Eärwen have arrived, and want to thank you for saving their daughter and bringing her back to them!"
Aratar left with a cocky grin plastered on his face. Legolas sat up, running a hand though his blonde hair. It would be very hard indeed to face Lalwen again, especially after she'd been able to keep him ignorant for so long! He dressed slowly, plaited his hair in an appropriate fashion, and made his way back to the hall. Right before he entered, he heard a pleasant laugh from inside the room. Stepping through the entrance way, he lurked uncertainly observing the sene in front of him. He'd meet Nimheru and Eärwen before, but he'd been very young and did not remember much about the encounter. There stood Lalwen, grinning happily at the Elves in front of her. The man, whom he figured to be Nimheru, was tall, dark haired, with fair skin and sparking, playful blue eyes. The other woman, Eärwen, was about one hand shorter then Nimheru, with darker skin, obviously browned by a lot of time outside in the sun. Her eyes were gentle, and a kind of greenish-gold color, much resembling the color a leaf turns in primal Autumn. Nimheru suddenly raised his indigo eyes to Legolas, who was still lingering in the door way.
"Ah! Legolas! Come here, my friend!"
Legolas walked over to the family, trying very hard not to allow his eyes to stray towards Lalwen. Lalwen noticed this, and looked, again blankly, at her feet.
"Legolas! It has been so long! How is your family?" Eärwen's smile widened and she glided, for Eärwen, who was as graceful as a swan, always glided, over to Legolas and putting a gentle hand on his shoulder.
"They are quite well. And how have you been?" replied Legolas with extreme refinement. Lalwen noticed his almost frosty way he overlooked her, and she promptly diverted her gaze to a high window to her left, bitting her bottom lip.
"We have been as fine as possible," responded Nimheru, putting an arm over Lalwen's shoulder, "Legolas, how can we ever thank you for bringing our daughter back to us? We had almost given up any grain of hope that she was still alive! But now, you have proven us wrong, and we thank you sincerely for that!"
Legolas glanced at Lalwen's slightly flushed face.
"I'm afraid there is nothing you can give me in return. It was a pleasure," his eyebrow twitched slightly at the mention of 'pleasure', "to bring her back. Shall you return to Himlot soon?"
Legolas questioned, changing the subject. He saw, or thought he saw, Nimheru and Eärwen glance at each other, so quickly, that he wasn't sure it had really happened at all.
"Yes, we will." answered Nimheru blankly.
After the interview was over, Legolas was making his way back to his room, when heard soft footfalls behind him. He turned and saw Lalwen, who paused, bitting her lip again and shifting her gaze to the floor near Legolas' feet, instead of his face.
"Legolas," she began, quietly.
"You'll excuse me Lady Lalwendë," she flinched slightly at the rigidness in his voice , "but I must be by myself for a while to brood over the fact that I can be so easily kept oblivious,"
He turned on his heel and was about to storm off, when a rough hand snatched the back of his tunic and forced him around. There was Lalwen, her eyes a steely grey-green, her lips in a thin line on her stern face.
"Master Greenleaf," she hissed in a sarcastic tone, mimicking his icy manner, "I was trying to apologize!"
Legolas didn't reply, partly because he was trying to appear proud, and because he was slightly alarmed by Lalwen. He had never seen her eyes turn such a intrepid color, and he had to admit that she was rather pretty when she was angered. Unfortunately, the latter thought escaped from his mouth. Lalwen's expression changed, as Legolas clapped a hand over his mouth, blushing fiercely. A smile played at the corners of her mouth, her eyes turning a handsome greenish-brown.
Legolas gently put a finger up to Lalwen's cheek, on the bit skin close to her eye.
"Your eyes are always changing color!" he whispered, grinning. A full smile crossed her face. She opened her mouth, like she was about to say something, but suddenly stopped, and mumbled,
"They've always done that," she muttered lamely. Legolad caught her drift.
"Ah, ha!!!" he cried triumphantly, "they have something to do with where your from!" Another detail entered his head, "and that's why your parents glanced at each other! They-."
His thoughts were cut off by Lalwen's hand, which was smacked over his mouth. He looked down at her victoriously.
"Ok," she surrendered, "I'll tell you where I'm really from, if you don't tell anyone, and you don't irritate me with questions, and," she interrupted as Legolas tried to state something into her hand, "you don't tell my parents you know, or that I told you!"
He nodded, and she slowly brought her hand away from his face. A frown crossed Lalwen's face, as she carefully choose her words.
"Legolas," she began lightly, "have you ever been to Himlot?"
Legolas shook his head.
"Have you ever meet anyone, beside my family and myself, who have ever been to Himlot?"
Legolas didn't answer right away. Now that he thought about it, he hadn't meet anyone who had actually been to Himlot. Not his father, not his mother, not Elrond. It seemed the natives of Himlot always came to them.
"No," he replied slowly. Lalwen sighed.
"You might want to sit down, this could take a while."
oooh!!! and the plot thickens!!! what will happen to our ignorant hero?!?!? alas!! you shall have to wait!! because i'm hungry, and require rations!!!*grins evilly* namarie to all of my faithful readers, who never leave me any friggin reviews!!!!*glares at evil wrong do-ers* CURRSE YOOOOOU!!!!!in fact, i'm not going to post any more chapters, until someone reviews my stinkin' story!!!chew that...why don't you...