Title: Crazy Love
Chapter: 2: And the heavens open every time she smiles
Author: Alkalphiel and The Scribe
Summary: Legolas/Alkalphiel fluff
Feedback: Yes, please! Post reviews or email alkalphiel@yahoo.com
A/N: The Scribe: The Lord of the Rings and all its accompanying parts, characters and mythologies are not mine. This fanfiction is intended as a work of respect for and tribute to J. R. R. Tolkien's creations. "Crazy Love" is a Van Morrison song and also not mine. While this is not a songfic, the lyrics seem to make excellent chapter titles. *Text* indicates mind speech.
Alkalphiel: We'll be changing format on this one. I won't be narrating all the time; instead, I'll share that duty with Legolas, a third person omniscient narrator, and possibly others. Thank you for reading, and enjoy!
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*Someone is watching you,* Legolas thought at Alkalphiel.
Alkalphiel spun around to face him, her hair catching the sunlight streaming down into the courtyard. *And who might that be?* she thought back innocently.
*Someone who thinks you look lovely.*
*Oh, right, because I'm so attractive. Do you know what humans call the color of my hair? Dishwater blonde. Dirty blonde. And they're right - look at it! It's almost green sometimes.*
Legolas shook his head. *Beloved, your hair is gorgeous. Like the rest of you. I'll show you.* The prince was learning to weather the infrequent mood swings of his soul mate and to temper her occasional fits of self- persecution. *Come here, please.*
Alkalphiel sighed. "Legolas - "
"Please?"
With a nod, Alkalphiel acquiesced.
Legolas smiled at her. "Your hair is not dirty blonde, or dirty in any way. Here, do you see this? It's a toffee color." He lifted a lock of Alkalphiel's hair.
"Toffee is a candy. A human candy! It's silly and not a hair color fit for an Elf!"
"On the contrary, my lady. Toffee is a sweet delight, just like yourself."
"Aragorn!" Legolas spun around, grinning broadly. "A moment, if you will." The prince turned back to his lady. "Here, along the top and around your face, it's sun-streaked. And all along the edge of your head, you have a corona of red where the sun picks up the highlights."
Alkalphiel smiled. "Thank you, sweet heart." She turned and strode out of the courtyard through the gates that led to the forest.
"And she's off. Aragorn, how do you deal with this? She's my life mate and we're soul bonded; she's my soul mate and we're life bonded. No matter how you read it, she is my other half and I am hers. We're in each others' minds! And yet I'm still at a complete loss for a significant portion of the time."
"Well, mellon nin, the answer is that I don't know. I don't understand women either, and I'd wager that neither of us ever will. I have this to offer you: patience. You have tried your best to make her happy. Perhaps if you wait, she will realize that."
"Does this work for you?"
"Sometimes." Aragorn smiled ruefully. "Sometimes not. And there's no way to predict it. You do have an advantage that I don't, though."
"What would that be?"
"Telepathy."
Legolas considered this for a moment. He nodded and closed his eyes. *Alkalphiel?*
The sunlight warming her face warmed his too. He could tell that she was in her favorite clearing, the one she customarily went to when upset for any reason or simply in need of solitude. Alkalphiel herself was silent.
"She's not interested in speaking with me, Aragorn."
"Some things are too intimate for words." The King turned to leave. "My lady needs me, and not being telepathic, I must go to her. Good luck, Legolas. I shall return to you later."
"Until then, Aragorn. And thank you." Legolas crossed the courtyard and vaulted on to a low tree branch. He turned in time to wave as his old friend paused on the threshold.
Aragorn held Legolas' gaze for a minute, then nodded slowly and walked away.
The Prince of Mirkwood pondered his friend's words. 'Some things are too intimate for words.' He thought of Alkalphiel and remembered feeling the sunlight that she felt on her face. He closed his eyes, reached out to her, and felt the sunlight again. A breeze tossed the leaves of the tree aside and the dappled sun of the courtyard warmed his nose and left ear. Through the mind link he felt Alkalphiel's face warming in response to his own.
It struck Legolas then, the element of the life bond no one had bothered to explain. The way he sometimes felt things that Alkalphiel felt. He remembered feeling her confusion and fear when she'd been locked in the storage room.
The bond between them was still wide-open. Legolas directed a pulse of wordless love at Alkalphiel. Mental ears perked, the prince waited for her response.
Surprise, recognition and the whole-hearted return of his love. Then nothing.
Legolas raised his head. He waited and eventually heard footsteps approaching. Alkalphiel's hair, lifted by a breeze, preceded her slightly into the courtyard. The prince couldn't help but smile at the sight of that hair, the center of so much debate this day. He swung himself off the tree branch and landed lightly in front of her.
"Thank you," Alkalphiel whispered. She gifted him with a true smile, one lit from within that touched and warmed her eyes. Legolas smiled back at her, feeling that all was at last right with his world.
Chapter: 2: And the heavens open every time she smiles
Author: Alkalphiel and The Scribe
Summary: Legolas/Alkalphiel fluff
Feedback: Yes, please! Post reviews or email alkalphiel@yahoo.com
A/N: The Scribe: The Lord of the Rings and all its accompanying parts, characters and mythologies are not mine. This fanfiction is intended as a work of respect for and tribute to J. R. R. Tolkien's creations. "Crazy Love" is a Van Morrison song and also not mine. While this is not a songfic, the lyrics seem to make excellent chapter titles. *Text* indicates mind speech.
Alkalphiel: We'll be changing format on this one. I won't be narrating all the time; instead, I'll share that duty with Legolas, a third person omniscient narrator, and possibly others. Thank you for reading, and enjoy!
~*~
*Someone is watching you,* Legolas thought at Alkalphiel.
Alkalphiel spun around to face him, her hair catching the sunlight streaming down into the courtyard. *And who might that be?* she thought back innocently.
*Someone who thinks you look lovely.*
*Oh, right, because I'm so attractive. Do you know what humans call the color of my hair? Dishwater blonde. Dirty blonde. And they're right - look at it! It's almost green sometimes.*
Legolas shook his head. *Beloved, your hair is gorgeous. Like the rest of you. I'll show you.* The prince was learning to weather the infrequent mood swings of his soul mate and to temper her occasional fits of self- persecution. *Come here, please.*
Alkalphiel sighed. "Legolas - "
"Please?"
With a nod, Alkalphiel acquiesced.
Legolas smiled at her. "Your hair is not dirty blonde, or dirty in any way. Here, do you see this? It's a toffee color." He lifted a lock of Alkalphiel's hair.
"Toffee is a candy. A human candy! It's silly and not a hair color fit for an Elf!"
"On the contrary, my lady. Toffee is a sweet delight, just like yourself."
"Aragorn!" Legolas spun around, grinning broadly. "A moment, if you will." The prince turned back to his lady. "Here, along the top and around your face, it's sun-streaked. And all along the edge of your head, you have a corona of red where the sun picks up the highlights."
Alkalphiel smiled. "Thank you, sweet heart." She turned and strode out of the courtyard through the gates that led to the forest.
"And she's off. Aragorn, how do you deal with this? She's my life mate and we're soul bonded; she's my soul mate and we're life bonded. No matter how you read it, she is my other half and I am hers. We're in each others' minds! And yet I'm still at a complete loss for a significant portion of the time."
"Well, mellon nin, the answer is that I don't know. I don't understand women either, and I'd wager that neither of us ever will. I have this to offer you: patience. You have tried your best to make her happy. Perhaps if you wait, she will realize that."
"Does this work for you?"
"Sometimes." Aragorn smiled ruefully. "Sometimes not. And there's no way to predict it. You do have an advantage that I don't, though."
"What would that be?"
"Telepathy."
Legolas considered this for a moment. He nodded and closed his eyes. *Alkalphiel?*
The sunlight warming her face warmed his too. He could tell that she was in her favorite clearing, the one she customarily went to when upset for any reason or simply in need of solitude. Alkalphiel herself was silent.
"She's not interested in speaking with me, Aragorn."
"Some things are too intimate for words." The King turned to leave. "My lady needs me, and not being telepathic, I must go to her. Good luck, Legolas. I shall return to you later."
"Until then, Aragorn. And thank you." Legolas crossed the courtyard and vaulted on to a low tree branch. He turned in time to wave as his old friend paused on the threshold.
Aragorn held Legolas' gaze for a minute, then nodded slowly and walked away.
The Prince of Mirkwood pondered his friend's words. 'Some things are too intimate for words.' He thought of Alkalphiel and remembered feeling the sunlight that she felt on her face. He closed his eyes, reached out to her, and felt the sunlight again. A breeze tossed the leaves of the tree aside and the dappled sun of the courtyard warmed his nose and left ear. Through the mind link he felt Alkalphiel's face warming in response to his own.
It struck Legolas then, the element of the life bond no one had bothered to explain. The way he sometimes felt things that Alkalphiel felt. He remembered feeling her confusion and fear when she'd been locked in the storage room.
The bond between them was still wide-open. Legolas directed a pulse of wordless love at Alkalphiel. Mental ears perked, the prince waited for her response.
Surprise, recognition and the whole-hearted return of his love. Then nothing.
Legolas raised his head. He waited and eventually heard footsteps approaching. Alkalphiel's hair, lifted by a breeze, preceded her slightly into the courtyard. The prince couldn't help but smile at the sight of that hair, the center of so much debate this day. He swung himself off the tree branch and landed lightly in front of her.
"Thank you," Alkalphiel whispered. She gifted him with a true smile, one lit from within that touched and warmed her eyes. Legolas smiled back at her, feeling that all was at last right with his world.