Author's Notes: First I would just like to apologize for all the typos and other errors. Still, if your still reading this story then it can't be nearly as horrible as I thought it was, or is. There is one thing I want to say though; If you don't like my story, that's fine don't read it, and if you do read it then keep you nasty comments to yourself!! Also, thanks to crouching_dragon who was the only one to give me a positive reveiw. This chappie is for you!!!
Anyways, on with the story. Standard disclaimers apply, because I couldn't write as well as Tolkien if my life depended on it.
Destiny's Plans
Chapter 3: The Unexpected Arrival
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~Two Years Later~
Seasons had now passed, leaves had fallen from trees, snow had blanketed the ground, and fresh flowers had bloomed in the forest of Mirkwood. For Legolas his trip to Lorien was now nearly forgotten, and Amalon was but an image in the back of his mind. For many long nights after his return home sleep had avoided Legolas as his thoughts tormented him. What had he done wrong? In his head he turned over their conversation trying to find what he had done to anger or upset her, but to no avail.
Finally his princely duties outnumbered his thoughts of Amalon and only then did he push her to the back of his mind and concentrate on his obligation to his people as their prince.
Gimili, who had now been titled Head Lord of All Dwarves, had come to visit his old elven friend and to converse with him about personal matters.
"You have to find yourself a wife soon, my friend," Gimili said one night after a private dinner between the two. "Surely this an elven woman in Mirkwood to have received your attentions by now."
Legolas had known the dwarf for nearly five years now, and was no longer disgruntled by his blunt manner. "I am well aware of the importance of my finding a wife, my friend, but I have been too busy with other things to worry about this issue lately. Besides, I would rather wed for love than duty, and I'm afraid that I have not yet fallen for a maiden, here or anywhere else in Middle Earth." This was the end of all conversation related to the finding of a wife for Legolas between the two companions. But even though there was no more talk of the subject, it was still in Gimili's mind to find his friend a loving maiden for him to marry.
~*~*~*~*~*~
King Thranduil always made certain to keep his only son from becoming idle. As he was eating breakfast one morning, a new plan came to his mind, one that he was positive Legolas would enjoy. He turned to his left to share his idea with the prince.
"Son," he said, "how would you like to teach archery to some of our younger, willing elves?"
Legolas needed only a small thought before declairing,"Yes, father, I believe that is an excellent idea.'
From that time on his days were brimming with students both willing and unwilling to learn the art of the bow and arrow. Patience was a much needed virtue for the job, and luckily one that Legolas proved to produce in great quantities. One young lady in particular seemed to frustrate him vastly.
"Now, Lady Jariska, you must pull your arm all the way back, without bending your wrist," Legolas preceded to tell her for at least the eighth time that day.
"Of course, Your Highness," she giggled annoyingly. She then pulled the string back slightly, bent her wrist at an odd angle and let loose an arrow that flew only a few inches before digging itself into the grass. By that time Legolas was sure that the only reason she had signed up for lessons was to be near him. That fact alone agrigated him immensly, and it took all the patience he posessed not to become angered by her pointless antics. Sighing, he bent down to pick up the grounded arrow and handed it back to her.
"Now try it again, only this time..."
~*~*~*~*~*~
Not quite three days after his first lesson with the lady, Legoals found himself prepairing to dine with her as well. Despite himself he could not stand the thought for though Jariska was pretty, beautiful really, she lacked everything else of importance. Humor was not a trait that the woman was blessed with, nor was she all that intelligent. 'One night,' he reminded himself, 'and only to please father.' Casting a final glance at his reflection he went to greet both the Lady and the King.
When the handsome prince entered the extravagant dining room he found that Lady Jariska was already there, looking the same as always with her rich, golden haired piled atop her head, and chatering to King Thranduil, who would be joining them for dinner to meet his son's student.
The meal, as always,was delicious and was only disrupted by the female's constant babble. Trying his best to be a good host Legolas listened to her neverending monologue and politely answered all questions presented to him. All through dinner the prince was aware of his father's amused eyes upon him, though he did not return the glance so as not to appear rude.
Lady Jariska spoke quickly and switched topics often, making her speach hard to follow. Over the course of the hour she told of clothing, jewelery, gardens, friends, family, cooking, cleaning, and anything else that presented itself to her at the time. Finally, after what seemed like forever to the to males, dessert was served.
Then, unexpectedly, an elven guard burst throught the doors, abruptly halting the woman's constant gossip and causing both the king and prince to stand sharply, expectantly.
"M'lords, I found this elf battling a host of five orcs while patrolling the borders. There were two others with her but they were already perished when I reached them. I managed to slay three of the orcs, but two fled before my arrows could reach them," he reported. With the words "this elf" he had nodded to the petit female he was supporting with his left arm.
Only when the guard had finished speaking did the stranger look up and force herself to stand on injured legs, supporting herself entirely. Blood caked the side of her fair face from a slash above the eye and an arrow protruded grotesquely from her left thigh. The hair that could be seen from beneath her traveller's hood was filthy and it's color could not be distinguished. Only when he looked into her eyes did Legolas recognize the elf standing before him. "Amalon!" he cried, rushing forward to aid her.
Realization dawned upon her worn face. "Help," was all she manged to gasp before weariness took her battered body and she collapsed to the floor in a dead faint.
~*~*~*~*~*~
Yays! another one done. Who guessed it was her? Come on, who guessed it??
Anyways, on with the story. Standard disclaimers apply, because I couldn't write as well as Tolkien if my life depended on it.
Destiny's Plans
Chapter 3: The Unexpected Arrival
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
~Two Years Later~
Seasons had now passed, leaves had fallen from trees, snow had blanketed the ground, and fresh flowers had bloomed in the forest of Mirkwood. For Legolas his trip to Lorien was now nearly forgotten, and Amalon was but an image in the back of his mind. For many long nights after his return home sleep had avoided Legolas as his thoughts tormented him. What had he done wrong? In his head he turned over their conversation trying to find what he had done to anger or upset her, but to no avail.
Finally his princely duties outnumbered his thoughts of Amalon and only then did he push her to the back of his mind and concentrate on his obligation to his people as their prince.
Gimili, who had now been titled Head Lord of All Dwarves, had come to visit his old elven friend and to converse with him about personal matters.
"You have to find yourself a wife soon, my friend," Gimili said one night after a private dinner between the two. "Surely this an elven woman in Mirkwood to have received your attentions by now."
Legolas had known the dwarf for nearly five years now, and was no longer disgruntled by his blunt manner. "I am well aware of the importance of my finding a wife, my friend, but I have been too busy with other things to worry about this issue lately. Besides, I would rather wed for love than duty, and I'm afraid that I have not yet fallen for a maiden, here or anywhere else in Middle Earth." This was the end of all conversation related to the finding of a wife for Legolas between the two companions. But even though there was no more talk of the subject, it was still in Gimili's mind to find his friend a loving maiden for him to marry.
~*~*~*~*~*~
King Thranduil always made certain to keep his only son from becoming idle. As he was eating breakfast one morning, a new plan came to his mind, one that he was positive Legolas would enjoy. He turned to his left to share his idea with the prince.
"Son," he said, "how would you like to teach archery to some of our younger, willing elves?"
Legolas needed only a small thought before declairing,"Yes, father, I believe that is an excellent idea.'
From that time on his days were brimming with students both willing and unwilling to learn the art of the bow and arrow. Patience was a much needed virtue for the job, and luckily one that Legolas proved to produce in great quantities. One young lady in particular seemed to frustrate him vastly.
"Now, Lady Jariska, you must pull your arm all the way back, without bending your wrist," Legolas preceded to tell her for at least the eighth time that day.
"Of course, Your Highness," she giggled annoyingly. She then pulled the string back slightly, bent her wrist at an odd angle and let loose an arrow that flew only a few inches before digging itself into the grass. By that time Legolas was sure that the only reason she had signed up for lessons was to be near him. That fact alone agrigated him immensly, and it took all the patience he posessed not to become angered by her pointless antics. Sighing, he bent down to pick up the grounded arrow and handed it back to her.
"Now try it again, only this time..."
~*~*~*~*~*~
Not quite three days after his first lesson with the lady, Legoals found himself prepairing to dine with her as well. Despite himself he could not stand the thought for though Jariska was pretty, beautiful really, she lacked everything else of importance. Humor was not a trait that the woman was blessed with, nor was she all that intelligent. 'One night,' he reminded himself, 'and only to please father.' Casting a final glance at his reflection he went to greet both the Lady and the King.
When the handsome prince entered the extravagant dining room he found that Lady Jariska was already there, looking the same as always with her rich, golden haired piled atop her head, and chatering to King Thranduil, who would be joining them for dinner to meet his son's student.
The meal, as always,was delicious and was only disrupted by the female's constant babble. Trying his best to be a good host Legolas listened to her neverending monologue and politely answered all questions presented to him. All through dinner the prince was aware of his father's amused eyes upon him, though he did not return the glance so as not to appear rude.
Lady Jariska spoke quickly and switched topics often, making her speach hard to follow. Over the course of the hour she told of clothing, jewelery, gardens, friends, family, cooking, cleaning, and anything else that presented itself to her at the time. Finally, after what seemed like forever to the to males, dessert was served.
Then, unexpectedly, an elven guard burst throught the doors, abruptly halting the woman's constant gossip and causing both the king and prince to stand sharply, expectantly.
"M'lords, I found this elf battling a host of five orcs while patrolling the borders. There were two others with her but they were already perished when I reached them. I managed to slay three of the orcs, but two fled before my arrows could reach them," he reported. With the words "this elf" he had nodded to the petit female he was supporting with his left arm.
Only when the guard had finished speaking did the stranger look up and force herself to stand on injured legs, supporting herself entirely. Blood caked the side of her fair face from a slash above the eye and an arrow protruded grotesquely from her left thigh. The hair that could be seen from beneath her traveller's hood was filthy and it's color could not be distinguished. Only when he looked into her eyes did Legolas recognize the elf standing before him. "Amalon!" he cried, rushing forward to aid her.
Realization dawned upon her worn face. "Help," was all she manged to gasp before weariness took her battered body and she collapsed to the floor in a dead faint.
~*~*~*~*~*~
Yays! another one done. Who guessed it was her? Come on, who guessed it??