Like Fireflies
Nearly a week had passed since Andrea had first come to Mirkwood. Tonight she was walking, spellbound by the wood's beauty. Moonlight hung like silver streamers in the trees, the world was silver, blue, indigo and green against the black sky hung with dancing diamonds. Andrea stood in the middle of it all feeling out of place but happy. Truthfully, she was watching Legolas.
The gold haired elven prince was sitting on one of the many low tree branches, singing softly to himself. Though she did not understand the words he sang, she didn't mind. She was quite happy to simply melt into a little puddle and listen to his voice forever.
'You're fairy spelled. You stepped into their world and can never wish to leave. Your heart is caught in their moonlight net and will now rest here forever.' She thought, and didn't care, not even a little. So lost was she in the spell, that she didn't noticed Legolas stop singing.
"Andrea, what are you doing up so late?"
'Drooling over an elf-prince, and you?' she thought with a smile before answering. "Nothing really, just walking around. And you're up just as late as I am."
He laughed. "So I am." Waving her over, he continued, "Come sit with me a while. You seem about to run away."
Now it was Andrea's turn to laugh as she quoted, "You must never run from anything immortal. It attracts their attention."
"Where did you hear that?"
"A book." Shrugging, she added, "Knowing me, I'd only trip anyhow." This made the elf laugh even more. And the two sat side by side for a while.
Andrea looked up at the stars. There were so MANY of them. To Andrea, who had spent her entire life in one large city or another, the stars were a rare piece of magic-something to be treasured. They made her smile and think of holiday camping trips.
"Star-light, star-bright, first star I see tonight, I wish I may, I wish I might-"
"What do you wish Andrea?"
"I wish..." 'What do I wish?' Andrea was silent for a while. "To catch the stars like fireflies." She said at last.
"No one can catch the stars."
"Maybe," she laughed, "you'll see."
Within himself, Legolas was growing uncomfortable. He had come out here to talk to Morniwen, but Morniwen had not shown up. Now, here was this oddly endearing little human child talking to him about the stars, and he was enjoying it far too much. Morniwen would not be pleased. He needed to get away from Andrea, before -
"Cuedhel? Are you hiding, my warrior?"
Legolas flinched. Morniwen was so sweet, but why must she always refer to him as 'cuedhel,' her 'bow-elf'?
"Who's that?" Andrea wanted to know.
"My lady," Legolas replied. "I came out to meet her, but she was late."
"Don't you need a chaperone?" Andrea asked, slightly disapproving.
"There are always Elves in the trees, watching," Legolas revealed. "If not, I would not meet her here, but somewhere in the palace of my father where there are many people to avouch our honor."
"Oh, ok," Andrea said, mollified.
Morniwen was NOT mollified.
"I do not see what business it is of yours what my love and I do or do not," she snapped from behind Andrea. Andrea jumped a foot, squealing loud enough to make both elves (and all those hidden in the trees) move to cover their ears.
"I didn't mean anything by it," she apologized when she came back down. "We were just talking while he waited for you."
"I see," Morniwen said coldly, jealousy plain in her coal-clack eyes. Brushing behind her shoulder a strand of inky black hair, she went on crushingly,
"I am here now. You may go."
"Yes'm," Andrea said meekly. With lowered eyes, she ducked past the tall, beautiful elf and hurried back towards the palace. A little while after she had made it out of earshot, she noticed that she was crying. You idiot, she told herself harshly. Why would he look twice at you when he's got somebody as pretty as her? I knew it was too good to be true. "Baka." (Idiot.)
Meanwhile, Legolas and Morniwen were slightly at odds with one another.
"Why did you speak to her that way?" Legolas demanded. "She is not your slave. That is not like you. You are usually so kind."
"Well, what were you and she doing out here?"
"I was waiting for you. She was out wandering around, getting acquainted with the place, I suppose, and she came over to talk. Is it such a crime?"
"She loves you," Morniwen said angrily. "Are you dense?"
"She wanted to talk. I talked. I do not see how such a thing is love. She is a human child. What threat is she to you?"
"You tell me."
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Nearly a week had passed since Andrea had first come to Mirkwood. Tonight she was walking, spellbound by the wood's beauty. Moonlight hung like silver streamers in the trees, the world was silver, blue, indigo and green against the black sky hung with dancing diamonds. Andrea stood in the middle of it all feeling out of place but happy. Truthfully, she was watching Legolas.
The gold haired elven prince was sitting on one of the many low tree branches, singing softly to himself. Though she did not understand the words he sang, she didn't mind. She was quite happy to simply melt into a little puddle and listen to his voice forever.
'You're fairy spelled. You stepped into their world and can never wish to leave. Your heart is caught in their moonlight net and will now rest here forever.' She thought, and didn't care, not even a little. So lost was she in the spell, that she didn't noticed Legolas stop singing.
"Andrea, what are you doing up so late?"
'Drooling over an elf-prince, and you?' she thought with a smile before answering. "Nothing really, just walking around. And you're up just as late as I am."
He laughed. "So I am." Waving her over, he continued, "Come sit with me a while. You seem about to run away."
Now it was Andrea's turn to laugh as she quoted, "You must never run from anything immortal. It attracts their attention."
"Where did you hear that?"
"A book." Shrugging, she added, "Knowing me, I'd only trip anyhow." This made the elf laugh even more. And the two sat side by side for a while.
Andrea looked up at the stars. There were so MANY of them. To Andrea, who had spent her entire life in one large city or another, the stars were a rare piece of magic-something to be treasured. They made her smile and think of holiday camping trips.
"Star-light, star-bright, first star I see tonight, I wish I may, I wish I might-"
"What do you wish Andrea?"
"I wish..." 'What do I wish?' Andrea was silent for a while. "To catch the stars like fireflies." She said at last.
"No one can catch the stars."
"Maybe," she laughed, "you'll see."
Within himself, Legolas was growing uncomfortable. He had come out here to talk to Morniwen, but Morniwen had not shown up. Now, here was this oddly endearing little human child talking to him about the stars, and he was enjoying it far too much. Morniwen would not be pleased. He needed to get away from Andrea, before -
"Cuedhel? Are you hiding, my warrior?"
Legolas flinched. Morniwen was so sweet, but why must she always refer to him as 'cuedhel,' her 'bow-elf'?
"Who's that?" Andrea wanted to know.
"My lady," Legolas replied. "I came out to meet her, but she was late."
"Don't you need a chaperone?" Andrea asked, slightly disapproving.
"There are always Elves in the trees, watching," Legolas revealed. "If not, I would not meet her here, but somewhere in the palace of my father where there are many people to avouch our honor."
"Oh, ok," Andrea said, mollified.
Morniwen was NOT mollified.
"I do not see what business it is of yours what my love and I do or do not," she snapped from behind Andrea. Andrea jumped a foot, squealing loud enough to make both elves (and all those hidden in the trees) move to cover their ears.
"I didn't mean anything by it," she apologized when she came back down. "We were just talking while he waited for you."
"I see," Morniwen said coldly, jealousy plain in her coal-clack eyes. Brushing behind her shoulder a strand of inky black hair, she went on crushingly,
"I am here now. You may go."
"Yes'm," Andrea said meekly. With lowered eyes, she ducked past the tall, beautiful elf and hurried back towards the palace. A little while after she had made it out of earshot, she noticed that she was crying. You idiot, she told herself harshly. Why would he look twice at you when he's got somebody as pretty as her? I knew it was too good to be true. "Baka." (Idiot.)
Meanwhile, Legolas and Morniwen were slightly at odds with one another.
"Why did you speak to her that way?" Legolas demanded. "She is not your slave. That is not like you. You are usually so kind."
"Well, what were you and she doing out here?"
"I was waiting for you. She was out wandering around, getting acquainted with the place, I suppose, and she came over to talk. Is it such a crime?"
"She loves you," Morniwen said angrily. "Are you dense?"
"She wanted to talk. I talked. I do not see how such a thing is love. She is a human child. What threat is she to you?"
"You tell me."
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