Chapter 1
By Crystal
Author's Notes: One question... What the heck is a Mary-Sue? I hear about them all the time, but I have no idea what they are ^^. Help...? I just need to know what it is so I make sure not to write one...
*Screw the disclaimers ^^;;*
~*~ Legolas ~*~
I felt my eyes snap open from sleep and I see that the sun has already risen for a while. I slipped on my clothes slowly and was pondering over my dreams... In my dreams, I saw the she-elf I had welcomed to Mirkwood yesterday. Yesterday, I saw her flat blond hair and emotionless eyes as if she had been hiding from the world. In my dreams, I saw her blond hair shining beautifully in the sunset and eyes that carried laughter and a lovely smile on her face.
I shook my head, clearing my head of the thoughts. Although pretty unsuccessfully. Her unusual grey eyes seemed familiar somehow, as if I knew them... But I cannot remember at all...
Father seemed to recognize her somehow, for I saw a flicker of something cross his eyes, but the next second, it was gone. And when I looked at the woman, or elf, her eyes showed nothing at all.
I sighed. Knowing I would not be able to sleep any longer, I took my trusty bow and went to the archery fields where I had trained my archery skills for the past... Around twenty-nine thousand years. I walked there, taking my time, slowly enjoying the crisp morning air and the scenery all around me.
Surprisingly, I was not the first one there. There was Lady Mithwen holding a bow, ready to shoot. At the last second, she lowered her bow and I frowned slightly. Did she not know how to shoot? She had a perfect position... Then I was even more surprised when I saw her watch me from the corner of her eyes.
I tried to shrug the intense stare and walked towards her, "Maer aur, Lady Mithwen." (Good morning.)
"Maer aur, Le... your highness." Was she about to call me Legolas? I did not mind her calling me that, but why did she change at the last minute? Was she hiding something from us? But if she were, then Father would have noticed. He trusts in her though... For a second, I saw her smiling face again. The one I saw in my dream. I shook my head slightly and it was gone again.
I smiled, hoping she would smile back, but instead, kept her face emotionless once again. There was no trace of anything... No trace of happiness, sadness... "I am going horse riding after breakfast. Would you like to join my friend and I?"
A nod was all I got. I bowed a bit, then took my bow along with me and headed towards my room. I heard her sigh and I remembered something she had said yesterday... Something along the lines that she was back... I heard her whisper a name, but I could not hear for certain who it was. So she had someone to come back to...
* * * * *
Lady Mithwen had already mounted on her horse and I was on my horse already. Thoughts were running through my head at her familiar way of riding a horse, but I could not remember anything... Anything at all.
My friend Finrod Aldaríon and Amras Culnámo were coming along with us. We all held weapons, I had my bow, quiver and sword along and surprisingly, Lady Mithwen had a bow of her own. I can tell. It was certainly created for her. We rode on our horses and raced while the three of us joked around, but Lady Mithwen did nothing of the sort. She only talked while necessary and never smiled and her eyes were always the same. Never changing.
The trees around us calmed me down a lot and I closed my eyes, relaxing my body until I heard an arrow shoot past me, embedding itself in a tree just next to my ear, missing me by an inch. Lady Mithwen took action immediately and slung her bow from her back and pulled an arrow from her quiver, setting it on her bow while waiting for anything to move. I did the same and my friends pulled their bows out too.
"Orcs." I said, hearing their voices once again. There were still Orcs wandering around Middle-Earth, even after The War of the Ring years ago. How I did not notice their presence earlier, I would never know. Usually, I would notice things like this way before, but it seems like none of us noticed.
I heard a twig snap deep within the forest and sent an arrow flying that way immediately and was rewarded with a scream from an Orc. Soon, they were running towards us with their swords drawn and I kept sending them bows until they became too close, then I unsheathed my long sword and started slicing them while Lady Mithwen shot them with accuracy. She had practiced lots, I can tell.
I continued using my sword and my bow occasionally, but the Orcs finally surrounded me and I slashed furiously. Then, I heard her voice, "Legolas! Down!" Without a single thought, I fell down on the floor. The next second, an arrow was embedded right in the middle of his forehead and he fell on the ground. Lifeless.
A minute later, I saw Lady Mithwen again. She was off her horse and sending arrows everywhere. I could not spot my two friends, but I knew they could take care of themselves. Bodies were scattered all over on the grounds and blood flooded the grounds. There were only a few more Orcs left. But still, my friends were not seen anywhere. I released another arrow, hitting another bulls-eye.
From the corner of my eyes, I saw an Orc aiming for Lady Mithwen and I yelled her name. She moved just in time to avoid getting hit straight at the heart, but an arrow stuck in her shoulder. I shot the Orc that hit her, and heard another arrow from behind me, but it was not aimed at me. It was shot by Finrod. I sighed in relief and let them take over while running towards Lady Mithwen.
I saw her visibly wince at her wound and then I saw pain flicker in her eyes. That was the first emotion I saw in her eyes, though that was not what my heart had told me. The next second, her eyes were emotionless again and she pulled the arrow out and winced once again. I ran to her, "Are you all right?"
"Yes."
I looked at Finrod and Amras. "Finrod, Amras! I am going back first to treat to Lady Mithwen's wound." I saw a nod from them and then helped her on my horse to carry her away.
"I am fine, your highness." I raised my eyebrow at the name again. She had called me Legolas just a while ago. I had no idea why she kept on switching my name calling.
"I have told you, Lady Mithwen... Legolas is fine. I do not like people calling me 'Your highness'.
I saw her nod, "I shall keep that in mind..." When we reached Mirkwood, I left her with the healers and told her I would be back after I find Finrod and Amras. Once again, she nodded. Finrod and Amras returned after a few minutes without wounds except for a few scratches here and there.
I returned back to the healers. Surprising me once again, she was not there. I asked the healers where she was, and they had told me that after dressing her wounds, she had insisted that she was fine and left the room on her own when they would not let her go. I shook my head quietly. That she-elf was so stubborn.
For half an hour, I walked around the whole palace searching for her. When I reached my father's study, I saw her open the door and walk out, "It was a pleasure meeting you again... Thranduil."
"Same my dear, same." I frowned. Dear? Now why would father call someone 'dear'? Unless he knew her pretty well... "We shall talk again some other time, Mith." I saw her look inside the study again, the corner of her mouth quirked up a bit. The closest I saw to a smile. Once again, my heart told me that was not the truth. She closed the door quietly while looking at the floor and when she looked up, a look of surprised crossed her face. Then once again, she was emotionless.
"Lady Mithwen, I think it would be better if you rested." I said.
She shook her head, "This wound is nothing. I will be fine tomorrow."
"I am sorry, it was my idea to bring you out riding."
She shook her head again, "It was my choice to go riding with you and you should not be blamed. The only ones to blame is the Orcs." Just when I was about to reply, I heard a familiar footstep echo through the hallway. I groaned inwardly. Elanor Isilrá.
"Whoever you are..." Lady Elanor addressed Lady Mithwen, "I don't think it is very wise to try to steal someone's husband."
"Husband?" Lady Mithwen asked, turning around to see Lady Elanor.
I shook my head, "I am not your husband yet, Lady Elanor."
She smirked, "Oh, but you will be, Legolas. Your father arranged us to be married, did you forget that?"
Lady Mithwen turned around to face me again, but she was not looking at me. Instead, she was looking at nothing... "Lady Elanor, I have not a care who your husband is and why he is getting married to you. Although I must say, I pity the elf who must marry you."
"At least I am getting married. I do not even think that you have someone that loves you."
Lady Mithwen's eyes darkened, "Many loves me, I know that. Even the Prince's father loves me. If you do not want to be kicked out of the palace, I suggest you watch your mouth when you are speaking to me, Lady Elanor. You were not born here and you had moved here only a few hundred years ago. Speaking without respect to the one the King treats as a daughter is not wise. That is all. Good day." She walked away without glancing back.
Lady Elanor was in shock and to be truthful, so was I. Daughter? How could I have forgotten her then? Immediately, I walked to my father's study and knocked on the door. "Enter." I heard. Then I opened the door, slamming it in Lady Elanor's face.
"Father... Who is Lady Mithwen?"
My father looked up from his work, "What do you mean, Legolas?" He asked suspiciously.
I then told him everything she had said to Lady Elanor and Father nodded every once in a while, but other than that, he had done nothing else. When I was finished, he finally spoke.
"What Mith said was all the truth. She was born here and I treated her like my own daughter. Other than that, I will not speak anymore about her. It is not my story to tell... If I know her well and she still hasn't changed in the last thousand years, then she is crying."
"Why is she crying, Father?" I asked, curious.
He looked at me seriously, "Memories, my son. And the words of Lady Elanor must have hurt her."
I frowned, not understanding. "Can you tell me the story then?"
My father shook his head, "No, Legolas. This story is two elves' story. One of them is Mith... And the other... I will not mention his name. But he has forgotten... Therefore, the only one that should tell the story is Mith herself. Many in the palace knows of the story, though I have already forbidden anyone to talk about it. Do not bother asking it of another one..."
"Should you not go and see if she is all right?" I asked my father.
He smiled sadly and shook his head, "No, my son. There is only one person that can stop Mith from crying... That person was the other half of the story, but he has forgotten about it."
"How did he forget?"
He shook his head again, "Go find Mith, Legolas."
"But..." He shot me a stare and without another question, I left the room. Lady Elanor was still standing there waiting for me, "Lady Elanor. I have something to do, please excuse me."
"Do not tell me you are seeing that she-elf."
I glared at her, protective at Lady Mithwen. Why? I had no idea, "Who I see is none of your business, Lady Elanor. Now leave me be." I heard her gasp, and I left her. Before I turned around the corner, I heard Lady Elanor knock on my father's door and demand that he order me to treat her nicely. I did not care, but I knew my father would not do what she ordered him to do. It was certain by the looks in his eyes that he cared for Lady Mithwen a lot and he wanted me a lot to see if she was all right. I had no idea why again. After all, he did say that the other half of the story was the only one that could actually stop her from crying... I wonder who he is.
My heart told me once again that she would be by the grass and without hesitation, I followed what my heart told me. He never mislead me, and I do not see why my heart would mislead me now. Soon enough, I heard small sobs and as I walked closer, I saw a figure curled up in a ball and shaking.
I had never seen a she-elf so... vulnerable. Protectiveness set in and even surprising myself, I suddenly went up to her and embraced her.
She stopped crying immediately and looked up at me, her grey eyes filled with tears and emotions... For once. "...Legolas?"
Prantis - Queen of Hearts - Yep, more coming soon!
Chatelaine - *waves* heya! Questions will be slowly answered throughout the whole story. I think I'm going to make the plot twist... I suck with grammar, lol. I don't know, but most characters I create are more on the depressing side... It's easier to write how they feel and it makes the story more... memorable.
Lilly - Same, Legolas... is... hot? Lol.
Elvish Fairy - I will ^^
Tate Soyker - Thanks! I have to gather us lots of translations... It's so annoying, but it's fun to learn elvish at the same time... I've learnt quite a few words...
Author's Notes: As usual, no flames. Compliments and suggestions are always welcomed. Hopefully, you enjoyed it lots ^^ And every chapter will be about this long. I'm just used to writing chapters this long. Oh right, if you want to be on my mailing list, leave your email on the review. Thanks!
By Crystal
Author's Notes: One question... What the heck is a Mary-Sue? I hear about them all the time, but I have no idea what they are ^^. Help...? I just need to know what it is so I make sure not to write one...
*Screw the disclaimers ^^;;*
~*~ Legolas ~*~
I felt my eyes snap open from sleep and I see that the sun has already risen for a while. I slipped on my clothes slowly and was pondering over my dreams... In my dreams, I saw the she-elf I had welcomed to Mirkwood yesterday. Yesterday, I saw her flat blond hair and emotionless eyes as if she had been hiding from the world. In my dreams, I saw her blond hair shining beautifully in the sunset and eyes that carried laughter and a lovely smile on her face.
I shook my head, clearing my head of the thoughts. Although pretty unsuccessfully. Her unusual grey eyes seemed familiar somehow, as if I knew them... But I cannot remember at all...
Father seemed to recognize her somehow, for I saw a flicker of something cross his eyes, but the next second, it was gone. And when I looked at the woman, or elf, her eyes showed nothing at all.
I sighed. Knowing I would not be able to sleep any longer, I took my trusty bow and went to the archery fields where I had trained my archery skills for the past... Around twenty-nine thousand years. I walked there, taking my time, slowly enjoying the crisp morning air and the scenery all around me.
Surprisingly, I was not the first one there. There was Lady Mithwen holding a bow, ready to shoot. At the last second, she lowered her bow and I frowned slightly. Did she not know how to shoot? She had a perfect position... Then I was even more surprised when I saw her watch me from the corner of her eyes.
I tried to shrug the intense stare and walked towards her, "Maer aur, Lady Mithwen." (Good morning.)
"Maer aur, Le... your highness." Was she about to call me Legolas? I did not mind her calling me that, but why did she change at the last minute? Was she hiding something from us? But if she were, then Father would have noticed. He trusts in her though... For a second, I saw her smiling face again. The one I saw in my dream. I shook my head slightly and it was gone again.
I smiled, hoping she would smile back, but instead, kept her face emotionless once again. There was no trace of anything... No trace of happiness, sadness... "I am going horse riding after breakfast. Would you like to join my friend and I?"
A nod was all I got. I bowed a bit, then took my bow along with me and headed towards my room. I heard her sigh and I remembered something she had said yesterday... Something along the lines that she was back... I heard her whisper a name, but I could not hear for certain who it was. So she had someone to come back to...
* * * * *
Lady Mithwen had already mounted on her horse and I was on my horse already. Thoughts were running through my head at her familiar way of riding a horse, but I could not remember anything... Anything at all.
My friend Finrod Aldaríon and Amras Culnámo were coming along with us. We all held weapons, I had my bow, quiver and sword along and surprisingly, Lady Mithwen had a bow of her own. I can tell. It was certainly created for her. We rode on our horses and raced while the three of us joked around, but Lady Mithwen did nothing of the sort. She only talked while necessary and never smiled and her eyes were always the same. Never changing.
The trees around us calmed me down a lot and I closed my eyes, relaxing my body until I heard an arrow shoot past me, embedding itself in a tree just next to my ear, missing me by an inch. Lady Mithwen took action immediately and slung her bow from her back and pulled an arrow from her quiver, setting it on her bow while waiting for anything to move. I did the same and my friends pulled their bows out too.
"Orcs." I said, hearing their voices once again. There were still Orcs wandering around Middle-Earth, even after The War of the Ring years ago. How I did not notice their presence earlier, I would never know. Usually, I would notice things like this way before, but it seems like none of us noticed.
I heard a twig snap deep within the forest and sent an arrow flying that way immediately and was rewarded with a scream from an Orc. Soon, they were running towards us with their swords drawn and I kept sending them bows until they became too close, then I unsheathed my long sword and started slicing them while Lady Mithwen shot them with accuracy. She had practiced lots, I can tell.
I continued using my sword and my bow occasionally, but the Orcs finally surrounded me and I slashed furiously. Then, I heard her voice, "Legolas! Down!" Without a single thought, I fell down on the floor. The next second, an arrow was embedded right in the middle of his forehead and he fell on the ground. Lifeless.
A minute later, I saw Lady Mithwen again. She was off her horse and sending arrows everywhere. I could not spot my two friends, but I knew they could take care of themselves. Bodies were scattered all over on the grounds and blood flooded the grounds. There were only a few more Orcs left. But still, my friends were not seen anywhere. I released another arrow, hitting another bulls-eye.
From the corner of my eyes, I saw an Orc aiming for Lady Mithwen and I yelled her name. She moved just in time to avoid getting hit straight at the heart, but an arrow stuck in her shoulder. I shot the Orc that hit her, and heard another arrow from behind me, but it was not aimed at me. It was shot by Finrod. I sighed in relief and let them take over while running towards Lady Mithwen.
I saw her visibly wince at her wound and then I saw pain flicker in her eyes. That was the first emotion I saw in her eyes, though that was not what my heart had told me. The next second, her eyes were emotionless again and she pulled the arrow out and winced once again. I ran to her, "Are you all right?"
"Yes."
I looked at Finrod and Amras. "Finrod, Amras! I am going back first to treat to Lady Mithwen's wound." I saw a nod from them and then helped her on my horse to carry her away.
"I am fine, your highness." I raised my eyebrow at the name again. She had called me Legolas just a while ago. I had no idea why she kept on switching my name calling.
"I have told you, Lady Mithwen... Legolas is fine. I do not like people calling me 'Your highness'.
I saw her nod, "I shall keep that in mind..." When we reached Mirkwood, I left her with the healers and told her I would be back after I find Finrod and Amras. Once again, she nodded. Finrod and Amras returned after a few minutes without wounds except for a few scratches here and there.
I returned back to the healers. Surprising me once again, she was not there. I asked the healers where she was, and they had told me that after dressing her wounds, she had insisted that she was fine and left the room on her own when they would not let her go. I shook my head quietly. That she-elf was so stubborn.
For half an hour, I walked around the whole palace searching for her. When I reached my father's study, I saw her open the door and walk out, "It was a pleasure meeting you again... Thranduil."
"Same my dear, same." I frowned. Dear? Now why would father call someone 'dear'? Unless he knew her pretty well... "We shall talk again some other time, Mith." I saw her look inside the study again, the corner of her mouth quirked up a bit. The closest I saw to a smile. Once again, my heart told me that was not the truth. She closed the door quietly while looking at the floor and when she looked up, a look of surprised crossed her face. Then once again, she was emotionless.
"Lady Mithwen, I think it would be better if you rested." I said.
She shook her head, "This wound is nothing. I will be fine tomorrow."
"I am sorry, it was my idea to bring you out riding."
She shook her head again, "It was my choice to go riding with you and you should not be blamed. The only ones to blame is the Orcs." Just when I was about to reply, I heard a familiar footstep echo through the hallway. I groaned inwardly. Elanor Isilrá.
"Whoever you are..." Lady Elanor addressed Lady Mithwen, "I don't think it is very wise to try to steal someone's husband."
"Husband?" Lady Mithwen asked, turning around to see Lady Elanor.
I shook my head, "I am not your husband yet, Lady Elanor."
She smirked, "Oh, but you will be, Legolas. Your father arranged us to be married, did you forget that?"
Lady Mithwen turned around to face me again, but she was not looking at me. Instead, she was looking at nothing... "Lady Elanor, I have not a care who your husband is and why he is getting married to you. Although I must say, I pity the elf who must marry you."
"At least I am getting married. I do not even think that you have someone that loves you."
Lady Mithwen's eyes darkened, "Many loves me, I know that. Even the Prince's father loves me. If you do not want to be kicked out of the palace, I suggest you watch your mouth when you are speaking to me, Lady Elanor. You were not born here and you had moved here only a few hundred years ago. Speaking without respect to the one the King treats as a daughter is not wise. That is all. Good day." She walked away without glancing back.
Lady Elanor was in shock and to be truthful, so was I. Daughter? How could I have forgotten her then? Immediately, I walked to my father's study and knocked on the door. "Enter." I heard. Then I opened the door, slamming it in Lady Elanor's face.
"Father... Who is Lady Mithwen?"
My father looked up from his work, "What do you mean, Legolas?" He asked suspiciously.
I then told him everything she had said to Lady Elanor and Father nodded every once in a while, but other than that, he had done nothing else. When I was finished, he finally spoke.
"What Mith said was all the truth. She was born here and I treated her like my own daughter. Other than that, I will not speak anymore about her. It is not my story to tell... If I know her well and she still hasn't changed in the last thousand years, then she is crying."
"Why is she crying, Father?" I asked, curious.
He looked at me seriously, "Memories, my son. And the words of Lady Elanor must have hurt her."
I frowned, not understanding. "Can you tell me the story then?"
My father shook his head, "No, Legolas. This story is two elves' story. One of them is Mith... And the other... I will not mention his name. But he has forgotten... Therefore, the only one that should tell the story is Mith herself. Many in the palace knows of the story, though I have already forbidden anyone to talk about it. Do not bother asking it of another one..."
"Should you not go and see if she is all right?" I asked my father.
He smiled sadly and shook his head, "No, my son. There is only one person that can stop Mith from crying... That person was the other half of the story, but he has forgotten about it."
"How did he forget?"
He shook his head again, "Go find Mith, Legolas."
"But..." He shot me a stare and without another question, I left the room. Lady Elanor was still standing there waiting for me, "Lady Elanor. I have something to do, please excuse me."
"Do not tell me you are seeing that she-elf."
I glared at her, protective at Lady Mithwen. Why? I had no idea, "Who I see is none of your business, Lady Elanor. Now leave me be." I heard her gasp, and I left her. Before I turned around the corner, I heard Lady Elanor knock on my father's door and demand that he order me to treat her nicely. I did not care, but I knew my father would not do what she ordered him to do. It was certain by the looks in his eyes that he cared for Lady Mithwen a lot and he wanted me a lot to see if she was all right. I had no idea why again. After all, he did say that the other half of the story was the only one that could actually stop her from crying... I wonder who he is.
My heart told me once again that she would be by the grass and without hesitation, I followed what my heart told me. He never mislead me, and I do not see why my heart would mislead me now. Soon enough, I heard small sobs and as I walked closer, I saw a figure curled up in a ball and shaking.
I had never seen a she-elf so... vulnerable. Protectiveness set in and even surprising myself, I suddenly went up to her and embraced her.
She stopped crying immediately and looked up at me, her grey eyes filled with tears and emotions... For once. "...Legolas?"
Prantis - Queen of Hearts - Yep, more coming soon!
Chatelaine - *waves* heya! Questions will be slowly answered throughout the whole story. I think I'm going to make the plot twist... I suck with grammar, lol. I don't know, but most characters I create are more on the depressing side... It's easier to write how they feel and it makes the story more... memorable.
Lilly - Same, Legolas... is... hot? Lol.
Elvish Fairy - I will ^^
Tate Soyker - Thanks! I have to gather us lots of translations... It's so annoying, but it's fun to learn elvish at the same time... I've learnt quite a few words...
Author's Notes: As usual, no flames. Compliments and suggestions are always welcomed. Hopefully, you enjoyed it lots ^^ And every chapter will be about this long. I'm just used to writing chapters this long. Oh right, if you want to be on my mailing list, leave your email on the review. Thanks!