They walked in silence to a stone bench in one of Rivendell's gardens. Lalwen sat down, and Legolas after her. After a mute pause, she sighed, and spoke.
"Himlot is not a regular Elven community, or even a regular community at that rate. We have creatures there you would never image could exist!"
"How could Himlot be so different from Mirkwood?" laughed Legolas, "we too have strange creatures found no where else!"
Lalwen glanced up at him, her eyes a pale grey-green.
"You have no idea."
Legolas looked down at her, slightly confused, the laughter fading rapidly from his face. He had never seen Lalwen, even though he had only known her for a little over two days, look so dreadfully serious.
"Many ages ago," she was talking now, not looking at him, but once again at her feet, "the people of Himlot were living amongst other Elves, in other societies, like Lothlorien and Mirkwood. We were not like other Elves. We were 'mutants', if you will, different from other 'normal' Elves. Some of us possessed powers. Some of these abilities were very potent, for instance, the capability to control minds. That one was very rare, but still, 'normal'" she articulated 'normal' with such malice, Legolas felt slightly edgy to be a 'normal' Elf in her presence, "people were afraid. They thought we were dangerous, that we couldn't be trusted. We were chased from our homes in the middle of the night by frightened and hateful mobs. Many of my kind didn't escape . . . " she looked mournfully at her feet, "but others did. Two, my great, great, great, great, yes I know, " she chuckled softly, "a lot of 'greats'! Anyway, my great, great, great, great grandmother and grandfather, Cemendue, of Mirkwood, and Amärie, of Lothlorien, started their own civilization, which is now known as Himlot. It is hidden. No one, but those from Himlot, know where it is. If someone cannot bear to not tell someone from elsewhere, like myself, they are not allowed to ever leave Himlot again...ever....!"
She smiled slightly, looking about herself with woeful eyes.
"I don't think I'll miss the out side world too much."
"What do you mean 'miss the outside world'?" asked Legolas, confusedly.
"Well, I told someone about Himlot did I not? I couldn't keep my mouth shut could I?"
"Yes, but . . . but that was my fault!" stammered Legolas.
"But it was my fault that I told you!" retorted Lalwen.
Legolas didn't answer. He was beginning to feel extremely troubled. First, he acted icily towards Lalwen when she was trying to apologize, and then he got her sentenced to permanent existence in Himlot!
"What if your parents knew it was my fault..." he began, only to be interrupted by Lalwen.
"But it was my fau-!"
"It was not your fault!" he almost hollered. This was ridiculous! They were going in circles! Legolas stood up, and began walking determinedly towards Elrond's House. No sound followed him, and he thought either Lalwen didn't care what he was doing, or was in shock at the stupidly of it, until he felt a light touch on his elbow. Sure enough, when he turned, there was Lalwen, pale green eyes piercing him with their vivid hue.
"Where are you going?" she whispered, her usually strong voice shaking uncontrollably.
"To tell your parents what I've done." he answered casually.
"You don't get it, do you?!" the trembling had left her speech, and was replaced with anger.
"Get what, might I ask?" replied Legolas conversationally, watching with interest as Lalwen's eyes emended their color to a fierce, dark grey.
"You find this amusing, don't you?" she growled.
"Only how your working your temper!" he countered, smirking at her rage. She paused, either too engulfed with fury, or too surprised at his comment. After taking several deep breathes, and forcing her eyes to switch to a more serene color, Lalwen murmured quietly,
"Legolas, you understand it won't make any difference if you talk to my parents or not,"
"But I'll feel better if I do tell them!" he retorted. Lalwen was obviously fighting a blazing internal battle, because her eyes were changing color so rapidly, Legolas started laughing at their antics. They turned their savage grey color of wrath again, and she looked like she was about to explode, but, suddenly, an expression of inspiration flashed across her face. It was quickly wiped away, and replaced by a placate, attractive countenance.
"Legolas," she simpered, batting her eyelashes at him, "You wouldn't really tell my parents, would you?"
He felt that same awakening in him as he had felt outside the ballroom doors. Of course he wouldn't tell her parents! Why would he want to do that? How could he say no to that face? Suddenly, he remembered...the exact same words had passed through his thoughts when Lalwen had pleaded him not to tell anyone about her secret! She was doing this to him! He gave his head a small shake, and touched Lalwen's shoulder with a delicate finger.
"It's not working Lalwen," he mumbled. He saw her bewitching air flicker slightly, but it reignited itself almost immediately.
"Legolas," she murmured, moving slightly closer to him, "You know you woul-...."
"What are you doing to me?" he hissed. She merely smiled and began to coo,
"Legolas-...."
He grabbed her wrist tightly, glaring at her.
"What are you doing?" he whispered icily. Her mouth opened wordlessly for a minute, as though she was desperately searching for a denial, but eventually it shut itself.
"I...I..." was all she managed to stammer, before large, pearly, tears welled up in her eyes.
"Oh Legolas! I'm so sorry!" she cried, flinging her arms around his neck and sobbing into his shoulder.
"I'm so sorry!" she repeated, her dejected voice barely audible through the fabric of his tunic, "I didn't want to! I was just so desperate! I didn't want you to tell!"
heeheehee....i tink i'll leave ya there!!!! i would like to thank Nilannawen and Celebfalaswen for REVIEWING MY STORY!!!!! i tink, if you persons don't mind, i'll add your names into my story as a thank you!! if ya have a problem with that you can e mail me: legolas_luvver@hotmail.com!!! oo!! and don't worry celebfalaswen, i'm getting to the romance!!!*grins inocently*
"Himlot is not a regular Elven community, or even a regular community at that rate. We have creatures there you would never image could exist!"
"How could Himlot be so different from Mirkwood?" laughed Legolas, "we too have strange creatures found no where else!"
Lalwen glanced up at him, her eyes a pale grey-green.
"You have no idea."
Legolas looked down at her, slightly confused, the laughter fading rapidly from his face. He had never seen Lalwen, even though he had only known her for a little over two days, look so dreadfully serious.
"Many ages ago," she was talking now, not looking at him, but once again at her feet, "the people of Himlot were living amongst other Elves, in other societies, like Lothlorien and Mirkwood. We were not like other Elves. We were 'mutants', if you will, different from other 'normal' Elves. Some of us possessed powers. Some of these abilities were very potent, for instance, the capability to control minds. That one was very rare, but still, 'normal'" she articulated 'normal' with such malice, Legolas felt slightly edgy to be a 'normal' Elf in her presence, "people were afraid. They thought we were dangerous, that we couldn't be trusted. We were chased from our homes in the middle of the night by frightened and hateful mobs. Many of my kind didn't escape . . . " she looked mournfully at her feet, "but others did. Two, my great, great, great, great, yes I know, " she chuckled softly, "a lot of 'greats'! Anyway, my great, great, great, great grandmother and grandfather, Cemendue, of Mirkwood, and Amärie, of Lothlorien, started their own civilization, which is now known as Himlot. It is hidden. No one, but those from Himlot, know where it is. If someone cannot bear to not tell someone from elsewhere, like myself, they are not allowed to ever leave Himlot again...ever....!"
She smiled slightly, looking about herself with woeful eyes.
"I don't think I'll miss the out side world too much."
"What do you mean 'miss the outside world'?" asked Legolas, confusedly.
"Well, I told someone about Himlot did I not? I couldn't keep my mouth shut could I?"
"Yes, but . . . but that was my fault!" stammered Legolas.
"But it was my fault that I told you!" retorted Lalwen.
Legolas didn't answer. He was beginning to feel extremely troubled. First, he acted icily towards Lalwen when she was trying to apologize, and then he got her sentenced to permanent existence in Himlot!
"What if your parents knew it was my fault..." he began, only to be interrupted by Lalwen.
"But it was my fau-!"
"It was not your fault!" he almost hollered. This was ridiculous! They were going in circles! Legolas stood up, and began walking determinedly towards Elrond's House. No sound followed him, and he thought either Lalwen didn't care what he was doing, or was in shock at the stupidly of it, until he felt a light touch on his elbow. Sure enough, when he turned, there was Lalwen, pale green eyes piercing him with their vivid hue.
"Where are you going?" she whispered, her usually strong voice shaking uncontrollably.
"To tell your parents what I've done." he answered casually.
"You don't get it, do you?!" the trembling had left her speech, and was replaced with anger.
"Get what, might I ask?" replied Legolas conversationally, watching with interest as Lalwen's eyes emended their color to a fierce, dark grey.
"You find this amusing, don't you?" she growled.
"Only how your working your temper!" he countered, smirking at her rage. She paused, either too engulfed with fury, or too surprised at his comment. After taking several deep breathes, and forcing her eyes to switch to a more serene color, Lalwen murmured quietly,
"Legolas, you understand it won't make any difference if you talk to my parents or not,"
"But I'll feel better if I do tell them!" he retorted. Lalwen was obviously fighting a blazing internal battle, because her eyes were changing color so rapidly, Legolas started laughing at their antics. They turned their savage grey color of wrath again, and she looked like she was about to explode, but, suddenly, an expression of inspiration flashed across her face. It was quickly wiped away, and replaced by a placate, attractive countenance.
"Legolas," she simpered, batting her eyelashes at him, "You wouldn't really tell my parents, would you?"
He felt that same awakening in him as he had felt outside the ballroom doors. Of course he wouldn't tell her parents! Why would he want to do that? How could he say no to that face? Suddenly, he remembered...the exact same words had passed through his thoughts when Lalwen had pleaded him not to tell anyone about her secret! She was doing this to him! He gave his head a small shake, and touched Lalwen's shoulder with a delicate finger.
"It's not working Lalwen," he mumbled. He saw her bewitching air flicker slightly, but it reignited itself almost immediately.
"Legolas," she murmured, moving slightly closer to him, "You know you woul-...."
"What are you doing to me?" he hissed. She merely smiled and began to coo,
"Legolas-...."
He grabbed her wrist tightly, glaring at her.
"What are you doing?" he whispered icily. Her mouth opened wordlessly for a minute, as though she was desperately searching for a denial, but eventually it shut itself.
"I...I..." was all she managed to stammer, before large, pearly, tears welled up in her eyes.
"Oh Legolas! I'm so sorry!" she cried, flinging her arms around his neck and sobbing into his shoulder.
"I'm so sorry!" she repeated, her dejected voice barely audible through the fabric of his tunic, "I didn't want to! I was just so desperate! I didn't want you to tell!"
heeheehee....i tink i'll leave ya there!!!! i would like to thank Nilannawen and Celebfalaswen for REVIEWING MY STORY!!!!! i tink, if you persons don't mind, i'll add your names into my story as a thank you!! if ya have a problem with that you can e mail me: legolas_luvver@hotmail.com!!! oo!! and don't worry celebfalaswen, i'm getting to the romance!!!*grins inocently*