I'm back! ::much cheering from non-existent audience:: I'm so sorry that
I've been awful about updating, I've just been really, really busy with
lots of stuff and unable to write, but I promise from now on I'll try to be
much better about it, so please bear with me!
Author's note: I used some elvish in this chapter, shamelessly stolen from the fiction "Bound and Torn" by Aireroswen, if you are mad at my language stealing, 1000000000 apologies but I was too lazy to go into the book and find my own insults. Sorry! If you want me to take them out, I will, but I put my own little twist on them so they're a little different.
I made a mistake in saying that Legolas was the crown prince, he's not, but he's currently the only prince in Mirkwood as his brother's have sailed to Valinor. When this chapter takes place, they still resided in Mirkwood.
This chapter is a dream sequence, and might be rather boring, but I just felt it necessary to give some background on my AU world and Legolas' friendship with Arinomialwen. Also, I'm thinking about making this a Legomance, but I'm not sure if I should keep it at friendship or not. any opinions?
Chapter 9
(Dream sequence)
She hated Mirkwood, hated everything about it! It seemed like she felt that way about most things now, but it didn't really matter. Her father had dragged her here all the way from Lorién. After mother had been killed by Orcs, he had seen her ghost all over the beautiful woods, and thus decided to take her to Mirkwood, as the Lady had recommended him to Thranduil to general troops, and the king agreed (which was unusual considering Mirkwood's relations with other elves), welcoming any elf recommended by the lady herself. Even though no love was lost between the lady and Thranduil, there was a great respect that kept tensions at ease. Arinomialwen however, was taken from her friends, her lifestyle, and the beautiful Lorién to the darkness of Mirkwood.
She had never been a very social elf. Yes, she had a few friends in the forests, but she had always disliked the easy play of the young, preferring the company of adults instead of children. It was most likely because her mother and father were often out on patrols keeping the forests safe, she had very little parenting. She liked to spend most of her free time following Haldir, the high guard of Lorién around. At first the much older elf had disliked the younger she-elf following him around, but after she refused to stop, he became impressed with her resilience and allowed her to follow, sometimes even allowing her be a back-up archer when any threat came close, though until the beginning of the falling shadows, there were few attacks.
The young girl strode down the stairs of the palace, very alone and preferring it that way as her father continually tried to make her 'like' her new home, as he was delighted with the new surroundings for what un- godly reason she couldn't comprehend. Yes, the forests of Mirkwood were beautiful, but they were nothing compared to the forests of her home and she was never allowed to go far outside the palace because of the threat of Orc and Spiders. Though her training with knife and bow was good because of the early times in Lorién when her father taught his daughter the art of fighting, she was mo match for an entire nest of spiders, especially after all the stories that Thranduil had told her about elves who wandered too far during one of his attempts to make her feel at "home"
"I have no home!" she muttered out loud to herself as she began her descent into the forest, quickly jumping into one of the trees nearest to her and quickly springing to another limb across the way, making her way deeper and deeper into the forest. Finally, about a half hour later when she was reaching the boundaries of the areas that she had explored before she sat on a limb in the lower area of the tree so that the foliage would cover her if anyone came looking for her. She leaned back to listen to the tree talking, but found no peace in it as the trees of Mirkwood talked only of the falling darkness upon them.
"Why did my life have to go up in flames?" she yelled louder then she meant to, spurred by the anger within her. To her extreme surprise, a voice replied to her question.
"At least you have a life!" The voice responded with a hint of reproach in it. "At least you aren't paraded around like a prize without any true friend, without even a true purpose!" The voice grew closer and closer until Arinomialwen saw a hurtling blur of green and gold come towards her, and another elf about her age was nimbly perched in the edge of her bough, looking at her with an expression of interest. She recognized the figure right away.
"Prince Legolas!" He had been introduced to her the very first day that she and her father had arrived at Mirkwood. He had been formally polite and detached when talking to her, and she had thought him extremely dull and over formal. She knew that a certain respect was due to him, but she was not in the mood and was extremely embarrassed that he had observed one of her outbreaks.
"You do to have a purpose," She told him in an exasperated tone; "You have to rule your realm!"
"I do not!" he countered in a similar tone. "I am not the firstborn and thus I will never rule unless all my brothers perish mysteriously or sail to the havens which they will not do considering the fact that all they care about it their crown!" Arinomialwen had meant the oldest son of Thranduil and was forced to agree with the younger brother. He was only interested in things that affected his land and had little sense of humor or imagination. He would be a fine king, but was good at little else. Still, the she-elf would not be outdone by the dull prince.
"You are a warrior of Mirkwood! You have a duty to protect your people!"
"Not if they don't let me take ANY patrols or let me do any fighting because I'm too Young or too important to risk my life!" He replied with extreme distaste. "I'm living a life of uselessness. At least you HAD a good life for awhile!" With that, he fell into a melancholy silence, not moving away from the branch that he was now sharing with Arinomialwen.
"Well, if you don't mind, I'd like to be left alone so that I can try and pick up the ashes of what was my life!" the she-elf demanded, not wanting to have to spend anymore time with anyone though she had become slightly interested about the new persona of the prince. Legolas however was in no mood to take orders.
"Ah, you forget, I'm the prince of Mirkwood, and one cannot order me to move by any means." This comment caused the she-elf's temper to explode.
"You'll leave or I'll make you!" She hissed, taking out her knives.
"Auta miqula Balrog!" was the prince's reply, drawing his own weapons.
"Le fuio nin!" Arinomialwen replied. Both elves jumped to the ground and crouched into fighting positions. What happened next was very vague in Arinomialwen's memory, but she remembered it ending up with the two of them on the ground wrestling, and then eventually breaking into fits of laughter. They had walked back to the castle that day laughing and joking like old friends. The dream began to melt away as the two of them grew up, both becoming taller and different, but their friendship was as strong as ever. Another distinct memory came up.
The girl had been following Legolas all day. She was the daughter of one of Thranduil's advisers, and though she was very, very pretty, she was vain, cruel, and had no like for anything but talking about which dress best matched her eyes. Her current aim was to get a betrothment to Legolas who was desperately trying to avoid her without being impolite. Arinomialwen had come to his rescue with an incident involving a wet floor, Arinomialwen, and one of the many palace fountains. It was the last time that anyone tried to get a betrothment to the prince while Arinomialwen as in proximity. She had been confined to her rooms for 2 weeks after the incident, though Legolas visited her every day, laughing and joking, their friendship as strong as ever. At the end of the two weeks, Legolas was called away to the council, and the exchanging of their gifts.
Arinomialwen? Arinomialwen? Arinomialwen? Wake up!
The she-elf tried to dwell in her happy memories but something urgent was calling her to the present. she grappled for them but they were lost..
Ok, probably really strange, boring chapter, but I thought I ought to put it in. Sorry!
TBC..
Lady-Daine
Crikett: I'm glad you liked it! (
Ambrose: Thank you soooo much for your ideas, they helped me out a lot! This chapter's for you and your need for back round, I hope it's ok! I'm working on making the flow better, and I know it's been choppy due to the fact that I update so little that by the time I get a new chapter out, my ideas are all changed and my writing style is different. No, Arinomialwen is not a Mary-Sue, please tell me if you think I'm making her too perfect because she's not!
Silent Echoes: Hi Melodee! I'm glad you like this story, though I thought you didn't like lotr! Oh well, I'm glad that evil marching flutists are reviewing my stuff!
Courtney: Glad you liked it, and as soon as you give me dragon mage I'll update that!
Lady-Star: It is very sad, but I think that there will be a happy ending to this!
Elvish translations:
Auta miqula Balrog - go kiss a balrog
Le fuio nin - you disgust me
Author's note: I used some elvish in this chapter, shamelessly stolen from the fiction "Bound and Torn" by Aireroswen, if you are mad at my language stealing, 1000000000 apologies but I was too lazy to go into the book and find my own insults. Sorry! If you want me to take them out, I will, but I put my own little twist on them so they're a little different.
I made a mistake in saying that Legolas was the crown prince, he's not, but he's currently the only prince in Mirkwood as his brother's have sailed to Valinor. When this chapter takes place, they still resided in Mirkwood.
This chapter is a dream sequence, and might be rather boring, but I just felt it necessary to give some background on my AU world and Legolas' friendship with Arinomialwen. Also, I'm thinking about making this a Legomance, but I'm not sure if I should keep it at friendship or not. any opinions?
Chapter 9
(Dream sequence)
She hated Mirkwood, hated everything about it! It seemed like she felt that way about most things now, but it didn't really matter. Her father had dragged her here all the way from Lorién. After mother had been killed by Orcs, he had seen her ghost all over the beautiful woods, and thus decided to take her to Mirkwood, as the Lady had recommended him to Thranduil to general troops, and the king agreed (which was unusual considering Mirkwood's relations with other elves), welcoming any elf recommended by the lady herself. Even though no love was lost between the lady and Thranduil, there was a great respect that kept tensions at ease. Arinomialwen however, was taken from her friends, her lifestyle, and the beautiful Lorién to the darkness of Mirkwood.
She had never been a very social elf. Yes, she had a few friends in the forests, but she had always disliked the easy play of the young, preferring the company of adults instead of children. It was most likely because her mother and father were often out on patrols keeping the forests safe, she had very little parenting. She liked to spend most of her free time following Haldir, the high guard of Lorién around. At first the much older elf had disliked the younger she-elf following him around, but after she refused to stop, he became impressed with her resilience and allowed her to follow, sometimes even allowing her be a back-up archer when any threat came close, though until the beginning of the falling shadows, there were few attacks.
The young girl strode down the stairs of the palace, very alone and preferring it that way as her father continually tried to make her 'like' her new home, as he was delighted with the new surroundings for what un- godly reason she couldn't comprehend. Yes, the forests of Mirkwood were beautiful, but they were nothing compared to the forests of her home and she was never allowed to go far outside the palace because of the threat of Orc and Spiders. Though her training with knife and bow was good because of the early times in Lorién when her father taught his daughter the art of fighting, she was mo match for an entire nest of spiders, especially after all the stories that Thranduil had told her about elves who wandered too far during one of his attempts to make her feel at "home"
"I have no home!" she muttered out loud to herself as she began her descent into the forest, quickly jumping into one of the trees nearest to her and quickly springing to another limb across the way, making her way deeper and deeper into the forest. Finally, about a half hour later when she was reaching the boundaries of the areas that she had explored before she sat on a limb in the lower area of the tree so that the foliage would cover her if anyone came looking for her. She leaned back to listen to the tree talking, but found no peace in it as the trees of Mirkwood talked only of the falling darkness upon them.
"Why did my life have to go up in flames?" she yelled louder then she meant to, spurred by the anger within her. To her extreme surprise, a voice replied to her question.
"At least you have a life!" The voice responded with a hint of reproach in it. "At least you aren't paraded around like a prize without any true friend, without even a true purpose!" The voice grew closer and closer until Arinomialwen saw a hurtling blur of green and gold come towards her, and another elf about her age was nimbly perched in the edge of her bough, looking at her with an expression of interest. She recognized the figure right away.
"Prince Legolas!" He had been introduced to her the very first day that she and her father had arrived at Mirkwood. He had been formally polite and detached when talking to her, and she had thought him extremely dull and over formal. She knew that a certain respect was due to him, but she was not in the mood and was extremely embarrassed that he had observed one of her outbreaks.
"You do to have a purpose," She told him in an exasperated tone; "You have to rule your realm!"
"I do not!" he countered in a similar tone. "I am not the firstborn and thus I will never rule unless all my brothers perish mysteriously or sail to the havens which they will not do considering the fact that all they care about it their crown!" Arinomialwen had meant the oldest son of Thranduil and was forced to agree with the younger brother. He was only interested in things that affected his land and had little sense of humor or imagination. He would be a fine king, but was good at little else. Still, the she-elf would not be outdone by the dull prince.
"You are a warrior of Mirkwood! You have a duty to protect your people!"
"Not if they don't let me take ANY patrols or let me do any fighting because I'm too Young or too important to risk my life!" He replied with extreme distaste. "I'm living a life of uselessness. At least you HAD a good life for awhile!" With that, he fell into a melancholy silence, not moving away from the branch that he was now sharing with Arinomialwen.
"Well, if you don't mind, I'd like to be left alone so that I can try and pick up the ashes of what was my life!" the she-elf demanded, not wanting to have to spend anymore time with anyone though she had become slightly interested about the new persona of the prince. Legolas however was in no mood to take orders.
"Ah, you forget, I'm the prince of Mirkwood, and one cannot order me to move by any means." This comment caused the she-elf's temper to explode.
"You'll leave or I'll make you!" She hissed, taking out her knives.
"Auta miqula Balrog!" was the prince's reply, drawing his own weapons.
"Le fuio nin!" Arinomialwen replied. Both elves jumped to the ground and crouched into fighting positions. What happened next was very vague in Arinomialwen's memory, but she remembered it ending up with the two of them on the ground wrestling, and then eventually breaking into fits of laughter. They had walked back to the castle that day laughing and joking like old friends. The dream began to melt away as the two of them grew up, both becoming taller and different, but their friendship was as strong as ever. Another distinct memory came up.
The girl had been following Legolas all day. She was the daughter of one of Thranduil's advisers, and though she was very, very pretty, she was vain, cruel, and had no like for anything but talking about which dress best matched her eyes. Her current aim was to get a betrothment to Legolas who was desperately trying to avoid her without being impolite. Arinomialwen had come to his rescue with an incident involving a wet floor, Arinomialwen, and one of the many palace fountains. It was the last time that anyone tried to get a betrothment to the prince while Arinomialwen as in proximity. She had been confined to her rooms for 2 weeks after the incident, though Legolas visited her every day, laughing and joking, their friendship as strong as ever. At the end of the two weeks, Legolas was called away to the council, and the exchanging of their gifts.
Arinomialwen? Arinomialwen? Arinomialwen? Wake up!
The she-elf tried to dwell in her happy memories but something urgent was calling her to the present. she grappled for them but they were lost..
Ok, probably really strange, boring chapter, but I thought I ought to put it in. Sorry!
TBC..
Lady-Daine
Crikett: I'm glad you liked it! (
Ambrose: Thank you soooo much for your ideas, they helped me out a lot! This chapter's for you and your need for back round, I hope it's ok! I'm working on making the flow better, and I know it's been choppy due to the fact that I update so little that by the time I get a new chapter out, my ideas are all changed and my writing style is different. No, Arinomialwen is not a Mary-Sue, please tell me if you think I'm making her too perfect because she's not!
Silent Echoes: Hi Melodee! I'm glad you like this story, though I thought you didn't like lotr! Oh well, I'm glad that evil marching flutists are reviewing my stuff!
Courtney: Glad you liked it, and as soon as you give me dragon mage I'll update that!
Lady-Star: It is very sad, but I think that there will be a happy ending to this!
Elvish translations:
Auta miqula Balrog - go kiss a balrog
Le fuio nin - you disgust me