"Is everybody here, or are there more of us to come?"
"Two more Hobbits, and an Elf, I believe."
"Ah! Here they come now!"
The lighthearted chattering of two Halflings, and another cheery laugh puncturing the conversation here and there, meet the ears of the already assembled Fellowship. As the voices came near, they became more audible.
" 'Ave you ever been on a quest before?"
"A few, why?"
"Well, this is the first one we've ever gone on!"
"Yah, we've never really left our 'ome before!"
"What are quests like?"
"Oh, I dunno. I guess it's different depending on what sort of quest it is...."
"What doya' mean 'what sort of quest'? I thought there was only one kind!"
"Well, not all quests are for the same thing are they?"
"Oh, I see,"
Then the masters of the voice came around the corner, and down the short staircase. Aragorn had been right. Two Hobbits trotted over to them, chatting energetically to one, tall, lovely, she-Elf. Legolas gazed longingly at Lalwen. 'What is it they say? Whenever' thought Legolas bitterly, watching Lalwen as she bent over to pick up a stray arrow on the ground. Legolas felt his eyes roving over her uncontrollably.
She no longer sported an elegant gown. Now, she wore what all female archers sported; a long, dark green , rather tight tunic, tied around her slender waist with a leather belt, adored with two sharp daggers, grey breeches, light shoes, and an under shirt made of a light, dun coloured material. Her bow and quiver were strapped to her back, and a green cloak was stuffed hastily into the quiver as well as several arrows. Her beautiful hair was pulled loosely back into a half ponytail-half bun sort of style, tied with a piece of leather. A few sparse tresses had escaped, framing Lalwen's thin face.
She glanced over at Legolas, and saw his eyes drinking her in lustfully.
"Remember your promise, Legolas," came the same soft voice in his head as he had heard at the ball. He, again, jumped. Then his eyes fell back on Lalwen. She was looking at him pointedly.
"The Fellowship of the Ring," echoed a loud voice, outside of Legolas current world. Elrond was standing by a group, consisting of Arwen, Nimheru, and Eärwen, among others.
"We wish you well on your journey. May Aru watch over you all!" announced Elrond, bowing his head in admiration to the Company. He stepped back, and allowed the group beside him to give their respects to the Fellowship before they left. Legolas noticed Lalwen run over to her parents, mutter something hurriedly, then point at him. Legolas didn't move. Nimheru and Eärwen glanced over at him, smiled at his bewildered look, then back at their daughter. Nimheru mumbled something to her, which made her smile, then he and his wife embraced Lalwen tightly. She was intercepted by Arwen, who sniffed loudly, and murmured something inaudible to her. Legolas was so caught up surveying the maidens, he didn't notice Nimheru come and stand next to him.
"Lalwen tells me she told you of Himlot," he stated, making Legolas jump.
"Umm..yes, yes, she did," replied Legolas, "but, please, Milord, it was completely my fault. Do not blame Lalwen-"
"Don't worry yourself, Legolas, my friend," chuckled Nimheru. Then he changed the subject, "Lalwen seems to have taken quite a liking to you," he confided, laughter in his sparkling eyes. Legolas blushed.
"Um...yes, we've become rather good friends, over the past few days..."
"Only friends?" countered Nimheru smirking slightly, "or perhaps something more?"
"Legolas didn't reply. He was blushing fervently, looking at his feet, before raising his eyes to Lalwen. Nimheru chuckled, clapped a hand lightly on Legolas shoulder, then walked back to the group. 'Nimheru knows?' thought Legolas his blue eyes scanning the Elf lord disbelievingly. Nimheru glanced over at him, and winked. Legolas smiled.
"Well, we're all smiles today, aren't we?"
Legolas turned and saw Lalwen walking over. 'Look how exquisite she is Legolas!' his mind screamed, 'She's ravishing! She's superb! She's breathtaking! Why are you holding back?!' when Lalwen was less then a centimetre away, Legolas lunged forward, seized her by her hand, and dragged her behind a nearby tree.
"Ok, Lalwen, I know I should be doing this," Legolas panted, his frantic eyes boring into Lalwen's curious ones, "but I'm about to be forced away from you for Aru knows how long, and I really need this right now!"
He didn't wait for a response of any sort before swooping down on her and savagely claiming her mouth. He felt her heart beat racing, matching the rhythm of his own pounding core. His hands roamed hungrily over her waist, as he wrecked havoc on her mouth. His tongue sought hers, desperate to learn it's taste. Again, she pulled away, breathless. She gazed up at him, smiling mournfully. He gently kissed her collarbone, whilst murmuring into her warm skin,
"I love you. Don't forget me."
"I won't." Lalwen whispered back.
For several minutes, they simply starred at one another. Then, Lalwen, sighing heavily, stood on her tip-toes and brushed her lips across his forehead.
"Melánëlda, cundo ninya," she breathed.
Then, she turned and left Legolas by the tree.
*sniffle* *sniffle* IT'S SO BEAUTIFUUUL!!!!! WAAAAAAAAAAAA!!! *sobs into Basil's shoulder (P.S. if you don't know who Basil is, wait 'til i post a new story I'm writing!! Then everything will be much clearer!!!) jeez....i didn't know i could write like that *draws self up importantly* im so proud of my self!!! *looks around suspiciously* if one of my friends (*ahem* natalie!!?!?!) Reads this, she is going to ridicule me....by hey!! It's worth it for my beloved readers, eh? Oh! Just so's ya know, "Melánëlda" means "I love you", "Símen nin" means "Wait for me.", "Ni yéva" means "I will" and I'm not telling you what "Cundo ninya" means, cuz thats MY phrase!! (so naff off n-dogg!!!!) Have a lovely day, and don't do drugs!! (especially you N, cuz we all luuuuuuv you!!!!)
"Two more Hobbits, and an Elf, I believe."
"Ah! Here they come now!"
The lighthearted chattering of two Halflings, and another cheery laugh puncturing the conversation here and there, meet the ears of the already assembled Fellowship. As the voices came near, they became more audible.
" 'Ave you ever been on a quest before?"
"A few, why?"
"Well, this is the first one we've ever gone on!"
"Yah, we've never really left our 'ome before!"
"What are quests like?"
"Oh, I dunno. I guess it's different depending on what sort of quest it is...."
"What doya' mean 'what sort of quest'? I thought there was only one kind!"
"Well, not all quests are for the same thing are they?"
"Oh, I see,"
Then the masters of the voice came around the corner, and down the short staircase. Aragorn had been right. Two Hobbits trotted over to them, chatting energetically to one, tall, lovely, she-Elf. Legolas gazed longingly at Lalwen. 'What is it they say? Whenever' thought Legolas bitterly, watching Lalwen as she bent over to pick up a stray arrow on the ground. Legolas felt his eyes roving over her uncontrollably.
She no longer sported an elegant gown. Now, she wore what all female archers sported; a long, dark green , rather tight tunic, tied around her slender waist with a leather belt, adored with two sharp daggers, grey breeches, light shoes, and an under shirt made of a light, dun coloured material. Her bow and quiver were strapped to her back, and a green cloak was stuffed hastily into the quiver as well as several arrows. Her beautiful hair was pulled loosely back into a half ponytail-half bun sort of style, tied with a piece of leather. A few sparse tresses had escaped, framing Lalwen's thin face.
She glanced over at Legolas, and saw his eyes drinking her in lustfully.
"Remember your promise, Legolas," came the same soft voice in his head as he had heard at the ball. He, again, jumped. Then his eyes fell back on Lalwen. She was looking at him pointedly.
"The Fellowship of the Ring," echoed a loud voice, outside of Legolas current world. Elrond was standing by a group, consisting of Arwen, Nimheru, and Eärwen, among others.
"We wish you well on your journey. May Aru watch over you all!" announced Elrond, bowing his head in admiration to the Company. He stepped back, and allowed the group beside him to give their respects to the Fellowship before they left. Legolas noticed Lalwen run over to her parents, mutter something hurriedly, then point at him. Legolas didn't move. Nimheru and Eärwen glanced over at him, smiled at his bewildered look, then back at their daughter. Nimheru mumbled something to her, which made her smile, then he and his wife embraced Lalwen tightly. She was intercepted by Arwen, who sniffed loudly, and murmured something inaudible to her. Legolas was so caught up surveying the maidens, he didn't notice Nimheru come and stand next to him.
"Lalwen tells me she told you of Himlot," he stated, making Legolas jump.
"Umm..yes, yes, she did," replied Legolas, "but, please, Milord, it was completely my fault. Do not blame Lalwen-"
"Don't worry yourself, Legolas, my friend," chuckled Nimheru. Then he changed the subject, "Lalwen seems to have taken quite a liking to you," he confided, laughter in his sparkling eyes. Legolas blushed.
"Um...yes, we've become rather good friends, over the past few days..."
"Only friends?" countered Nimheru smirking slightly, "or perhaps something more?"
"Legolas didn't reply. He was blushing fervently, looking at his feet, before raising his eyes to Lalwen. Nimheru chuckled, clapped a hand lightly on Legolas shoulder, then walked back to the group. 'Nimheru knows?' thought Legolas his blue eyes scanning the Elf lord disbelievingly. Nimheru glanced over at him, and winked. Legolas smiled.
"Well, we're all smiles today, aren't we?"
Legolas turned and saw Lalwen walking over. 'Look how exquisite she is Legolas!' his mind screamed, 'She's ravishing! She's superb! She's breathtaking! Why are you holding back?!' when Lalwen was less then a centimetre away, Legolas lunged forward, seized her by her hand, and dragged her behind a nearby tree.
"Ok, Lalwen, I know I should be doing this," Legolas panted, his frantic eyes boring into Lalwen's curious ones, "but I'm about to be forced away from you for Aru knows how long, and I really need this right now!"
He didn't wait for a response of any sort before swooping down on her and savagely claiming her mouth. He felt her heart beat racing, matching the rhythm of his own pounding core. His hands roamed hungrily over her waist, as he wrecked havoc on her mouth. His tongue sought hers, desperate to learn it's taste. Again, she pulled away, breathless. She gazed up at him, smiling mournfully. He gently kissed her collarbone, whilst murmuring into her warm skin,
"I love you. Don't forget me."
"I won't." Lalwen whispered back.
For several minutes, they simply starred at one another. Then, Lalwen, sighing heavily, stood on her tip-toes and brushed her lips across his forehead.
"Melánëlda, cundo ninya," she breathed.
Then, she turned and left Legolas by the tree.
*sniffle* *sniffle* IT'S SO BEAUTIFUUUL!!!!! WAAAAAAAAAAAA!!! *sobs into Basil's shoulder (P.S. if you don't know who Basil is, wait 'til i post a new story I'm writing!! Then everything will be much clearer!!!) jeez....i didn't know i could write like that *draws self up importantly* im so proud of my self!!! *looks around suspiciously* if one of my friends (*ahem* natalie!!?!?!) Reads this, she is going to ridicule me....by hey!! It's worth it for my beloved readers, eh? Oh! Just so's ya know, "Melánëlda" means "I love you", "Símen nin" means "Wait for me.", "Ni yéva" means "I will" and I'm not telling you what "Cundo ninya" means, cuz thats MY phrase!! (so naff off n-dogg!!!!) Have a lovely day, and don't do drugs!! (especially you N, cuz we all luuuuuuv you!!!!)