Chapter Two - A Dream Long Gone
Legolas did not go to his room that night. He waited by Melriadora's bedside. It was mid day when her eyes finally fluttered open. She sat up with a jolt that made Legolas jerk awake from his elven snooze. He quickly scanned the room for something being wrong but found nothing.
"What's wrong?"
"What happened?" They both spoke at the same time.
Legolas smiled at his friend. "Good afternoon Lady Melriadora of the Isle. I'm glade you finally decided to wake up."
"I don't seem to remember ever going to bed." She pointed out.
"You feel weak from exhaustion." He paused. "I don't think I've ever seen one of us do that, it scared me Melri." He admited.
She put a hand on his, "I'm fine, Legolas. Just a bit tired. It couldn't have killed me."
"No, exhaustion wouldn't kill you, but if you collasped out there those, those, things would have caught up and killed you." He pointed out. "You must be more careful, Melriadora."
Melriadora's eyes flashed, "Oh says the elf who was one of the Fellowship of the Ring!" She declared, with a cross between real and mock annoyance.
He stared at her, "How did you know about that?" He asked.
A small smile played at her lips, "We have our ways of finding out what is happening in the outside world." She sat up again and her blanket slipped away, revealing her dress, which was V-necked and showed him two necklaces. One was tight around her neck and a mold that was unfamiliar, the other, longer and silver, he knew very well.
Legolas leaned forward and quickly and gently touched the silver necklace. "You still have it."
"Of course I do." She replied, touching his face, her voice barely above a whisper. "You gave it to me. You didn't really think I would not keep it, did you?"
Legolas studied her closely. "I- I- didn't really know." He said quietly. He remembered giving it to her as a promise to wed her as soon as they could. He put his hand on hers where it rested on his face, and wished with all his might that time would stand still, just once.
He found himself kissing her lips before he knew what was happening. It just seemed the natural thing to do. She was so beautiful and he loved her some much, he just wanted to be with her in that moment for a while. Suddenly, his mind came back to him. He stopped kissing her.
"I shouldn't have done that." He muttered to himself. "I am sorry, Lady Melriadora of the Isle, I lost my head." He said to her, standing and backing toward that door.
Melriadora looked up at him, her face was flushed and her eyes glittered. "I apologize as well." She whispered with a sigh.
"For what? The fault was mine."
"I didn't exactly try to stop you, did I?" She gave him a weak smile, standing.
He returned her weak smile. "I should go." He turned to leave, then paused, looking back at her. "My father is hosting a celebration tonight in honor of my return and to welcome my friend Gimli to Mirkwood. I'd be honored if you would allow me to escort you."
She nodded, "And I would be honored to attend." She rose from her bed. "Until tonight then."
He smiled, "Good day to you, Melriadora."
After he left Melriadora moved to the window to gaze out on the beauty of Mirkwood. How could he stir up this flame within her? She sighed; she knew it wasn't his fault. He probably had no idea of the effect he had on her. She loved him still, and often found her thoughts straying back to Legolas when she was on the Isle or off on a mission for them.
She often wondered what sort of life they would have had together had she not been called to the Order of the Isle. Would they have been wed? Would they have had children? She sighed again, turning away from the window. It would not do to dwell on what might have been. They both had their roads to travel, nothing could stop fate, and she couldn't let anything distract her from her mission.i 'Not even love?' /iShe found herself asking. She frowned, remembering the words of her mentor,
i "Always listen to your heart my dear, denying it will only lead to pain." /i
But how could she follow her heart when she knew they would have to part once again?
Melriadora turned and found her bag lying on a near-by chair. She pulled out a gown for this evening. She decided not to dwell on it. After all, whatever comes will come; she may as well not worry about it.
A/N - It gets better I swear! I know it's all sappy and boring right now, but it gets better! Don't hate me yet!!!! I have it all finished I'm just a lazy bum and am posting little bits at a time! Anyway, I swear it gets better!
Preview of what's to come:
Mud fight!
Torture!
Battles!
See? Told you it gets better!
Legolas did not go to his room that night. He waited by Melriadora's bedside. It was mid day when her eyes finally fluttered open. She sat up with a jolt that made Legolas jerk awake from his elven snooze. He quickly scanned the room for something being wrong but found nothing.
"What's wrong?"
"What happened?" They both spoke at the same time.
Legolas smiled at his friend. "Good afternoon Lady Melriadora of the Isle. I'm glade you finally decided to wake up."
"I don't seem to remember ever going to bed." She pointed out.
"You feel weak from exhaustion." He paused. "I don't think I've ever seen one of us do that, it scared me Melri." He admited.
She put a hand on his, "I'm fine, Legolas. Just a bit tired. It couldn't have killed me."
"No, exhaustion wouldn't kill you, but if you collasped out there those, those, things would have caught up and killed you." He pointed out. "You must be more careful, Melriadora."
Melriadora's eyes flashed, "Oh says the elf who was one of the Fellowship of the Ring!" She declared, with a cross between real and mock annoyance.
He stared at her, "How did you know about that?" He asked.
A small smile played at her lips, "We have our ways of finding out what is happening in the outside world." She sat up again and her blanket slipped away, revealing her dress, which was V-necked and showed him two necklaces. One was tight around her neck and a mold that was unfamiliar, the other, longer and silver, he knew very well.
Legolas leaned forward and quickly and gently touched the silver necklace. "You still have it."
"Of course I do." She replied, touching his face, her voice barely above a whisper. "You gave it to me. You didn't really think I would not keep it, did you?"
Legolas studied her closely. "I- I- didn't really know." He said quietly. He remembered giving it to her as a promise to wed her as soon as they could. He put his hand on hers where it rested on his face, and wished with all his might that time would stand still, just once.
He found himself kissing her lips before he knew what was happening. It just seemed the natural thing to do. She was so beautiful and he loved her some much, he just wanted to be with her in that moment for a while. Suddenly, his mind came back to him. He stopped kissing her.
"I shouldn't have done that." He muttered to himself. "I am sorry, Lady Melriadora of the Isle, I lost my head." He said to her, standing and backing toward that door.
Melriadora looked up at him, her face was flushed and her eyes glittered. "I apologize as well." She whispered with a sigh.
"For what? The fault was mine."
"I didn't exactly try to stop you, did I?" She gave him a weak smile, standing.
He returned her weak smile. "I should go." He turned to leave, then paused, looking back at her. "My father is hosting a celebration tonight in honor of my return and to welcome my friend Gimli to Mirkwood. I'd be honored if you would allow me to escort you."
She nodded, "And I would be honored to attend." She rose from her bed. "Until tonight then."
He smiled, "Good day to you, Melriadora."
After he left Melriadora moved to the window to gaze out on the beauty of Mirkwood. How could he stir up this flame within her? She sighed; she knew it wasn't his fault. He probably had no idea of the effect he had on her. She loved him still, and often found her thoughts straying back to Legolas when she was on the Isle or off on a mission for them.
She often wondered what sort of life they would have had together had she not been called to the Order of the Isle. Would they have been wed? Would they have had children? She sighed again, turning away from the window. It would not do to dwell on what might have been. They both had their roads to travel, nothing could stop fate, and she couldn't let anything distract her from her mission.i 'Not even love?' /iShe found herself asking. She frowned, remembering the words of her mentor,
i "Always listen to your heart my dear, denying it will only lead to pain." /i
But how could she follow her heart when she knew they would have to part once again?
Melriadora turned and found her bag lying on a near-by chair. She pulled out a gown for this evening. She decided not to dwell on it. After all, whatever comes will come; she may as well not worry about it.
A/N - It gets better I swear! I know it's all sappy and boring right now, but it gets better! Don't hate me yet!!!! I have it all finished I'm just a lazy bum and am posting little bits at a time! Anyway, I swear it gets better!
Preview of what's to come:
Mud fight!
Torture!
Battles!
See? Told you it gets better!