Author's Notes: Hi all. If you're still reading this than it must be ok, so thanks I guess. I just wanna point out that this takes place about 2 years after The Return of the King. This chappie is gonna be alot shorter, and it's not really important. It's more like a bridge chapter than anything else.
To Jerika: Thanks for those charming reveiws. Please, feel free to critique this chapter and send me your insults. By the way, that was sarcasm.
Disclaimer: Standard disclaimers apply. I don't own LOTR, the plot, the characters, or anything. The only thing I own is Amalon. The song belongs to Charlotte Church, and whoever wrote it.
Destinys Plans
Chapter 2: A Meeting in the Garden
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Two days had now passed and most of the guests had taken their leave of Lorien. Only Gimili along with his wife and King Thranduil with Prince Legolas now remained.
Since the ball Amalon and Legolas had caught glimpses of one another, but had not the chance to speak more than a few quick words.
On night, after entertaining Haldir for dinner, the blonde prince stole away to take a quiet walk in the garden. He had not yet walked ten steps when a beautiful voice reached his ears.
T'is the last rose of Summer,
Left blooming alone.
All her lovely companions,
Have faded and gone.
No flow'r of her kindred,
No rosebud is nigh.
To reflect back her blushes,
And give sigh for sigh.
All the while Legolas had been following his ear and what he found warmed his heart. Amalon sat upon the rich grass surrounded by elflings. As her crystal voice rang through the flowers, the children watched her, spellbound. When the song ended the elflings' laughter echoed through the trees.
"Begone with you now, run off and play," Amalon bid her audience, laughter evident in her melodic voice.
Only when all the young ones had gone did Legolas step out from behind the large tree that had hid him from veiw. "M'lady, your beautiful voice soothes even the weariest of souls," he greeted charmingly.
Amalon jumped in surprise and turned to face him. When she realized who it was she placed her hand upon her chest as if to still her pounding heart, and took a deep, calming breath. "M'lord, you musn't sneek up behind me in such a way." She sounded breathless, making her scolding loose all force it may have had otherwise.
"Forgive me, for I did not want to interrupt such a lovely performance," he replied. Despite her chagrin she forgave him, and a gorgeous smile swept over her features.
"I have not had the chance to speak with you, kind prince, since the ball. Would you do me the honour of a walk through the garden."
"T'would be my pleasure to have such a lovely lady on my arm, if only for a short time." Legolas then held out his arm, and Amalon did not hesitate in taking it.
Yet again a friendly and humorous conversation ensued. They were enjoying themselves greatly when Legolas finally felt comfortable enough to ask her a question that had been bothering him for some time.
"How is it that you can be related to the Lady Galadriel, yet look nothing like her?" he questioned. This made Amalon distincly uncomfortable and she answered by simply muttering something incoheritable about having a different father or something equally confusing.
As they continued to walk an awkward silence filled the air beween them. "I'm sorry, I should not have asked. It is none of my business," he appologized.
"T'is fine"
The stillness of the cool night air was disturbed by a loud call. "Lady Amalon! Lady Amalon, where are you?!"
"Here, Haldir," Lady Amalon replied loudly, immediatly recognizing the voice.
"Lady," he hailed, sounde relieved to have found her, "your sister wishes to speak with you on her quarters."
"Thank you, Haldir," the Lady replied, breathing a sigh of releaf and meaning her words."Excuse me, M'lord." With this she turned her back on the speechless prince, bid Haldir to follow her and left the garden without glancing back.
~*~*~*~*~*~
Only minutes later, the two sisters sat on a richly stuffed couch in the room of Galadriel. The younger had just finished telling the tale of what had taken place in the garden, and her sister was now considering this story. Finally Galadriel conveyed her thoughts into words.
"If he is to be your friend, then you must tell him the truth of yourself and your past," the blonde woman advised.
Amalon sighed deeply and answered, "I assumed you would say that, but I am afraid I could not stand the shame, nor his expression of sympathy if he knew." Swiftly then she changed the topic of conversation to something less personal, a skill that she had obtained with years of practice. Never did she find the reason of which she had been called to her sister in the first place, which would result in chaos later on.
~*~*~*~*~*~
After that day, no words were passed between the Lady of Lorien and the Princce of Mirkwood, besides a hasty and formal farewell. Only when the prince was but a spek on the horizon did Amalon issue a whispered appology.
"Forgive me."
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Whew!! Another chapter done. Now I can really get into the plot of the story. Please R&R, but be nice!!!
To Jerika: Thanks for those charming reveiws. Please, feel free to critique this chapter and send me your insults. By the way, that was sarcasm.
Disclaimer: Standard disclaimers apply. I don't own LOTR, the plot, the characters, or anything. The only thing I own is Amalon. The song belongs to Charlotte Church, and whoever wrote it.
Destinys Plans
Chapter 2: A Meeting in the Garden
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Two days had now passed and most of the guests had taken their leave of Lorien. Only Gimili along with his wife and King Thranduil with Prince Legolas now remained.
Since the ball Amalon and Legolas had caught glimpses of one another, but had not the chance to speak more than a few quick words.
On night, after entertaining Haldir for dinner, the blonde prince stole away to take a quiet walk in the garden. He had not yet walked ten steps when a beautiful voice reached his ears.
T'is the last rose of Summer,
Left blooming alone.
All her lovely companions,
Have faded and gone.
No flow'r of her kindred,
No rosebud is nigh.
To reflect back her blushes,
And give sigh for sigh.
All the while Legolas had been following his ear and what he found warmed his heart. Amalon sat upon the rich grass surrounded by elflings. As her crystal voice rang through the flowers, the children watched her, spellbound. When the song ended the elflings' laughter echoed through the trees.
"Begone with you now, run off and play," Amalon bid her audience, laughter evident in her melodic voice.
Only when all the young ones had gone did Legolas step out from behind the large tree that had hid him from veiw. "M'lady, your beautiful voice soothes even the weariest of souls," he greeted charmingly.
Amalon jumped in surprise and turned to face him. When she realized who it was she placed her hand upon her chest as if to still her pounding heart, and took a deep, calming breath. "M'lord, you musn't sneek up behind me in such a way." She sounded breathless, making her scolding loose all force it may have had otherwise.
"Forgive me, for I did not want to interrupt such a lovely performance," he replied. Despite her chagrin she forgave him, and a gorgeous smile swept over her features.
"I have not had the chance to speak with you, kind prince, since the ball. Would you do me the honour of a walk through the garden."
"T'would be my pleasure to have such a lovely lady on my arm, if only for a short time." Legolas then held out his arm, and Amalon did not hesitate in taking it.
Yet again a friendly and humorous conversation ensued. They were enjoying themselves greatly when Legolas finally felt comfortable enough to ask her a question that had been bothering him for some time.
"How is it that you can be related to the Lady Galadriel, yet look nothing like her?" he questioned. This made Amalon distincly uncomfortable and she answered by simply muttering something incoheritable about having a different father or something equally confusing.
As they continued to walk an awkward silence filled the air beween them. "I'm sorry, I should not have asked. It is none of my business," he appologized.
"T'is fine"
The stillness of the cool night air was disturbed by a loud call. "Lady Amalon! Lady Amalon, where are you?!"
"Here, Haldir," Lady Amalon replied loudly, immediatly recognizing the voice.
"Lady," he hailed, sounde relieved to have found her, "your sister wishes to speak with you on her quarters."
"Thank you, Haldir," the Lady replied, breathing a sigh of releaf and meaning her words."Excuse me, M'lord." With this she turned her back on the speechless prince, bid Haldir to follow her and left the garden without glancing back.
~*~*~*~*~*~
Only minutes later, the two sisters sat on a richly stuffed couch in the room of Galadriel. The younger had just finished telling the tale of what had taken place in the garden, and her sister was now considering this story. Finally Galadriel conveyed her thoughts into words.
"If he is to be your friend, then you must tell him the truth of yourself and your past," the blonde woman advised.
Amalon sighed deeply and answered, "I assumed you would say that, but I am afraid I could not stand the shame, nor his expression of sympathy if he knew." Swiftly then she changed the topic of conversation to something less personal, a skill that she had obtained with years of practice. Never did she find the reason of which she had been called to her sister in the first place, which would result in chaos later on.
~*~*~*~*~*~
After that day, no words were passed between the Lady of Lorien and the Princce of Mirkwood, besides a hasty and formal farewell. Only when the prince was but a spek on the horizon did Amalon issue a whispered appology.
"Forgive me."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Whew!! Another chapter done. Now I can really get into the plot of the story. Please R&R, but be nice!!!