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!!A/N: Please note everyone! It was brought to my attention by Jenna, in her review, that Nessa is the name of one of the Valar, so I'm changing Nessa's name (ie. Eladrien's sister) to Alare. Also, Kelethian (the evil Spirit King, grr) is being changed to Celethian, for the sake of authenticity, which is important to me. Hope this doesn't cause too much confusion!! xx
Chapter 5: The PastLegolas waved away the guard who appeared at the door, "Tell the King I will be delayed. I have business to attend to."
The guard bowed and left his Prince alone.
Legolas sighed and opened the glass door that led out onto the large terraced overhang. He stepped out and breathed in the sweet smell of flowers that hung in the air. The bright light was already starting to fade as darkness swept over Aman. He looked out towards the east, unable to see that which he yearned for; the sea and the beautiful forest of Eryn Lasgalen. What would he do to see his beautiful home again? He shook his head. How ridiculous that he, known as the Prince of Mirkwood for so long, should now crave that title once again. Prince of the Oropher was a fine and worthy title and he enjoyed the peace and beauty of Elvenesse. Yet, his blood was never stirred in his soul. Apart from accompanying his men out on patrol, there was nothing to excite his interest here. How could he, one of the Nine Walkers, now be content with that? And how could he explain this to his father, who was attempting to cultivate him to take over more duties in their realm?
Elves were strong, powerful creatures and in touch with their soul's desires. Yet, Legolas had learnt so much from the others whom he had met on his travels; men, hobbits, dwarves. His soul had never recovered from the death of his greatest friend, the dwarf, Gimli. Even now, the pain slowly ate away at his insides like a canker. He had learnt so much from him, from all of them. He had joined the Fellowship with the fullest belief of his own superiority; that Elves were the greatest of all the races of Middle Earth. He was still proud to be Elf-kind but he was also able to see their weaknesses, and it made him wary of strangers. He was an Elf of Mirkwood, and had been taught from an early age that evil could come in all shapes and forms. Even the most unlikely of creatures could hide the deadliest of secrets.
"Eladrien." He said her name out loud, trying to test out his own impressions towards the new stranger. She seemed young, naïve and inexperienced, but that did not fool Legolas into thinking that she could be easily coerced. She talked with a steely grip of determination that belied her years, and her eyes were dark with tenacity. She was here to do a job and she would complete it. But, could he trust her? That was another matter entirely. She had a job to do, but how could he be sure that she was telling him the truth? What if she had, in reality, an ulterior motive? He swept a hand over his eyes. If she was in fact a secret assassin, or something of that kind, she was ill prepared. And, the two Elflings were obviously flesh and blood relations for they bore an unmistakable resemblance to each other. Why would she compromise their safety unless it was as she had described? She could have brought them along to deflect suspicion but that seemed like folly. And Eladrien did not strike him as foolish. Something did concern him about her: she had talked of her ability to read minds. Could she read his? She had made it clear that they were only able to read the minds of their Kin, but what if she was lying? She had been staring at him fixedly while he had been reading the scroll from his Palace Guard, so the thought did not seem so unlikely. Such an ability would be a dangerous tool around a Prince, for he knew many things that were not common knowledge.
He walked along the terrace, plucking a beautiful white flower from its stem and contemplated its untainted innocence. He was curious about her, for all his distrust. She was like an Elf, she indeed had the beauty of the Elven race, and yet, she seemed different. Her hair was curly and thick, so unlike the smooth straightness of his Kin, and her emotions seemed to bubble just under the surface. She seemed more alive to everything, as if she was an Elfling, experiencing everything for the first time. Yet, it was her very dissimilarity to most Elven-kind that made him cautious of her. He needed to know more of them. He would send a message to Lord Elrond to discover if he knew anything of the Spirit Elves. He strode back to his desk to write the great Lord a message.
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Eladrien closed her eyes in despair, while Enier and Alare quietened, sensing their sister's mood. She had felt the distrust coming off the Prince like physical blows to her person.
I am fighting a losing battle. I have told him everything, yet he believes nothing. The longer he deliberates over this, the smaller the thread of hope becomes. If I do nothing, Mother will die.
She steeled herself. Tonight, she would sneak past the guard and find out where King Thranduil was to be found. If she had an idea of the Palace layout, she could perhaps use this knowledge at a later date. Legolas was not her ally; if he did not trust her, she would not trust him. She was on her own, and tonight, she would take matters into her own hands.
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