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A/N~ You know, it's rather funny. You start writing a chapter and you think you know what you want to do with it, when suddenly one little idea changes everything. This was supposed to be this really short chapter, about 3 pages, but apparently my author part took over and decided to take over the rest of my brain as well, and now you have this chapter, I think one of the longest I have yet to write. I do hope you enjoy it.
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Good News, Insolent Words, and an Apology
Over three week had passed since Legolas first came to Elrond's realm. Time had flown by swiftly and Legolas had been delighted to find Valia opening up to him more and more with the hours they spent in each others company. Her archery and sword fighting had slowly begun to improve under the expert guidance of Legolas and Isondil. In fact, she was better with the sword than Legolas, something she always delighted in teasing him about, but he simply took it with good humor and then promptly challenged her to an archery competition with a sweet smile.
After his initial shock, Legolas had grown accustomed to the budding romance between his best friend and Silia. If he ever decided to believe in love at first sight, Isondil and Silia were the ones who would convince him. They suited each other so well and though the time they had known each other was short, Legolas was expecting his friend to announce their engagement any day now. Isondil had always been more impetuous than Legolas, but he could not blame his friend for wishing the betrothal to take place soon. Isondil had lived over six millennium and finally discovered his other half. He wished to bind himself to her as soon as was reasonably acceptable.
Legolas leaned against his balcony as he pondered all these thoughts. So much was changing in his life. The reality had not caught up with him until now, and he felt a bit overwhelmed by the abruptness of it all.
He felt melancholy at having to leave the palace of Lord Elrond soon and travel back to his father's realm. Silia would come with Isondil of course, but he would never be able to see Valia again. She had become one of his closest friends, something that made Legolas curious. They has only known each other for a few weeks but he felt like she had always been with him, standing by his side with that teasing sparkle in her eye and happy smile curving her lips upwards.
A crisp nock came from his room and Legolas turned around, telling whoever it was to enter. A servant of the palace shuffled in, bowing to the Prince in respect.
'Lord Elrond summons you to his study, Prince Legolas.'
'Thank you,' said Legolas, walking out of his room and down the long corridors of the palace to Elrond's study. His light footsteps made no noise on the polished floor as he gliding along. When he reached the Lord's study, he found the door shut and knocked politely.
'Come in,' called Elrond, his voice muffled through the thick wood. Memories of himself as an elfling flooded over Legolas as he opened the door to let himself in. Whenever his father had summoned him to his study in Mirkwood, he would nock at the door and wait to hear the familiar voice bidding him enter. Usual those experiences were followed by a lecture about some misconduct of behavior and Legolas found himself hoping that was not the case this time.
'How are you this morning, Legolas?' Elrond asked, glancing up from a manuscript spread on top of his desk.
'Fine, my lord. Thank you. You wished to see me about something?'
'Yes, please sit down,' Elrond gestured to a chair which Legolas sank into. Picking up a letter from his table, Elrond handed it to Legolas and spoke. 'I just received this letter from your father. He says that there is on longer need for haste in your return home as he is trying out a new agricultural method this planting season. If it is your desire and my wish, he bids you to stay in my realm for as long as you want until next planting season. Is that agreeable to you?'
'I do not wish to trespass on you hospitality any longer, my lord. You have been most generous in giving Isondil and me a place to stay while we are here. We would not want to impose upon you any longer.'
'Nonesense Legolas. Celebrian and I enjoy having you here. You are hardly a nuisance.'
'All the same, I would not wish to become one by overstaying our welcome.'
'You are welcome company Legolas,' said Elrond firmly. 'Celebrian and I enjoy guests in our home and besides, you seem to be having a positive effect on a certain elven maiden we hold very close to our hearts.'
'My lord?' questioned Legolas, shocked at Elrond's insinuations. He had not realized that the lord and lady would take heed to all the gossip flying around about Valia and him. But Valia was close to the both of them; they were almost like second parents to her. Naturally they would want whatever was best for her.
'Do not play innocent with me Legolas. You know of what I speak.'
'I did not know you were one to listen to the idle prattle of elven maidens with far too much time on their hands.'
'I listen to information in many forms, for truth can often be found in everything if one is willing to look deep enough.'
'In this case, you can look as hard as you like, but you will find no truth in these set of rumors other than the fact that some elves are far to nosey for their own good.'
'Is that the only truth in the gossip? For my part, I think not. But the idle prattle of elven maidens, as you so deftly put it, is not my only reasoning for coming to such a conclusion.'
Legolas did not like the direction this conversation was going. If Elrond thought he was doing him a favor, he was most certainly wrong. Or perhaps it was for Valia that he was suggesting such things.
'Very well Legolas, I can see the subject is a sore spot of yours so we will not speak further on it, but first tell me something,' Elrond said, leaning back in his chair and folding his hands together. 'What are your intentions towards Valia?'
'I beg your pardon, Lord Elrond?' This felt too much like a father trying to protect his beloved daughter, which only added to Legolas' unease. Why was everyone always assuming that the two meant something more to each other than simply friends? Could an elf not be friends with a maiden and avoid rousing suspicion?
'What is she to you Legolas?'
'We are nothing more than friends.'
'Only friends? Is that truly what you believe?' Elrond looked deep into Legolas' eyes, capturing the elven prince in a piercing gaze. Legolas felt like he was completely exposed in that look, that he could not hide anything under the careful scrutiny.
'For now, we are only friends my lord. Valia does not wish for love or marriage and made that quite clear to me at the start of our friendship. I will not push her for something she does not want.'
'And what is it that you want?' Elrond raised an eyebrow, slightly intimidating Legolas when he would not release him from his penetrating gaze.
'I do not know what I want,' answered Legolas honestly. 'A month ago I had given up all hope for marriage.'
'And now?'
'There is no hope of anything more than friendship between us. I have made her a promise and will not go back on my word.'
'Even if it is for the best?' Legolas remained silent, trying to understand what it was exactly that Elrond was suggesting. The elven lord leaned forward, resting his folded hands on his desk and observing the younger elf. 'If you had not made that promise what would you do? Would you be inclined to think of Valia as more than simply a friend?'
Legolas thought hard about his words, weighing them carefully before he decided on an appropriate reply. 'I think it best not to let my mind wander to what might have been. It does me no good.'
'You have to much honor Prince Legolas.' Elrond stood up and walked with measure steps to the large window, looking outside. All became silent and Legolas was aware of music floating in the window from somewhere below.
'My lord?' Legolas watched Elrond, but he appeared not to hear Legolas.
After another pause of silence, the pensive expression on Elrond's face disappeared. 'So you would leave her to the devices of Lord Garand, all because you made an agreement with her?'
'I hardly think making a promise to not fall in love with her will leave her at the mercy of Lord Garand,' said Legolas, surprised that Elrond knew about Valia's elf problem. 'Besides, she would have the common sense to stay away from Garand whether another loved her or not.'
'But would the other elf have the decency to stay away from her?' mused Elrond, still not averting his gaze from the window.
Rising from his chair, Legolas came to stand beside Elrond, searching the palace grounds for whatever held Elrond's attention so well. He soon found it. Isondil, Silia, and Valia were all seated underneath the shady branches of a tall tree. Isondil was playing a song on his harp and had both the ladies smiling with pleasure. The vision would have made Legolas smile as well if it were not for the other elf that occupied the space next to Valia. Lord Garand sat uncomfortably close to the she-elf, and Legolas could tell by Valia's posture that while she was disturbed with his nearness, she pretended not to care.
'I can see by your clenched jaw and hands that you have more feelings for the maiden than you wish others to know about,' Elrond observed, never taking his eyes off the scene below.
'You interpret wrong, my lord. It merely offends me that Garand pushes himself on others who do not want the attention.'
'A stubborn head and heart may serve you very well in battle Legolas, but it will not help you in the war of love.' Elrond moved away from the window and stood beside his desk, carefully watching the Prince who still looked down at his friends. Garand leaned over and was whispering something into Valia's ear. She slowly tried to move away from him, but he followed her, not granting her the distance she obviously wanted.
'But alas, you have made your decision and are leaving. I shall tell the servants to pack your bags for your return home immediately.' Elrond was satisfied to see Legolas quickly turn around to face him. The prince appeared to want to say something, but could not get the words out of his mouth.
'Is there something the matter Legolas? Have you changed your mind about leaving?'
'Do you think it would be a terrible intrusion if Isondil and I stayed on a few months longer?' he asked.
'No indeed. I shall inform Celebrian of the good news. Perhaps you would like to take a stroll outside?' Elrond raised an eyebrow, trying to suppress the threatening smile from bursting forth on his face.
'Yes. I think that is a good idea. Thank you Lord Elrond,' Legolas called as he rushed out of the room. Once the Prince was outside his study, Elrond let out a low chuckle with a shake of the head. Jealousy did wonders for an elf in denial of his true feelings.
'And what is so funny, my lord?' Celebrian leaned on the doorframe, watching her husband with amusement.
'Come and you shall see for yourself, melamin.' He took her hand and led her over to the window. Standing behind her he wrapped an arm around her shoulders, pulling her against him and gently placing a kiss on her neck. 'Legolas should be making his presence known at any time now, much to Lord Garand's annoyance if I am not mistaken.'
'Is that where he was going so fast just now? He almost knocked me down when he rounded a corner. He yelled an apology while he continued to run down the hall.'
'Mmm,' Elrond breathed out, trailing a line of kisses along her ear. 'How long do you think it will be before he asks for her hand in marriage?'
'Even I do not have an educated guess to that question. He was one of the nine walkers and I do believe the experience has taught him to be overly cautious.'
'If he is too cautious he will loose her.'
'You do not know if she will let him have her, husband. Valia has had her own set of circumstances to deal with. I simply hope that they can both move beyond their past hurts to find each other.'
'Only time will tell my beauty. Look, here he comes now,' said Elrond, pointing a slender finger at the Prince as he emerged from behind a tall hedge.
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The relaxing melody of Isondil's harp was making Valia drowsy and it would have lulled her to sleep under different circumstances. However, she was not allowed that luxury for Lord Garand sat beside her, having invited himself to sit with the small group of friends when he spotted Valia. Now he was so close to her that she could feel the body heat radiating from him.
She had tried creeping away from him, but he just scooted closer and Valia did not know what to do. If she had her way, she would have slapped him across the face and thrown in a punch to add her point, but she was in the gardens of the palace and she would not act brashly or unladylike.
The last few weeks had been a mixture of both pleasant times and unpleasant ones. Valia had enjoyed every one of her early morning practices with Legolas and Isondil. In fact, only a few days ago she had successfully been able to defeat Legolas at the sword. Her archery skills were another matter however. She did not think that she would ever have half the talent that Legolas did, but that was fine with her.
She now felt comfortable in the Prince's presence and was having more fun than she had had in several millennium. He was a good friend, always braving her foul moods to cheer her up. And he made her happy. His sarcastic humor got the best of her every time and he would be rewarded with hearing her bright laughter.
One of the few things that Valia had against him was that he was too generous with her. After their first morning lesson, Legolas had gone out and bought her a longbow made for female archers, a rare commodity to come by, and he refused to tell her where he had gotten a hold of it no matter how much she pestered him. He had also bought her several sets of practice clothing. And after that, she only had to mention in passing that she was thinking about getting something and the next day he would show up at the library with a present in his hands.
"You cannot keep doing this Legolas," she would say to him. He would merely grin back and tell her that he did not know what else he would spend all his father's money on. On several occasions she had tried to pry out of him how much he had spent on her and even tried to offer him money as repayment, but he had simply waved his hand at her in dismissal, saying her thank you was all the payment he needed.
'Valia!' Isondil said a little louder, a smile of amusement on his face. He continued to strum the harp that sat in his lap as he watched her eyes come back into focus.
'I am sorry Isondil, did you want something?'
'Yes, but you were not listening. Do I dare ask what it was that held your attention so fully? Or perhaps the better question is who it was,' he said cheekily. Valia stuck her tongue out at Isondil who grinned back. He then turned his concentration to Silia, sitting right beside him.
'What are you doing tonight?' Garand asked softly, slowly tracing his finger up the length of Valia's arm.
'I am not going to your house, Garand,' said Valia bluntly, flicking his hand off of her.
'Why not, beautiful? We could have a wonderful time,' he purred close to her ear. Valia's eyes grew wide as she looked over at Isondil and Silia. The two looked back with sympathy. They had tried to rescue Valia from Garnad on several different occasions in the past, but the elf was a leech when it came to her. He would not leave her side unless she was somehow able to slip away while he was distracted.
'Garand, for the last time,' said Valia with a hiss, 'I am not sleeping with you. I do not know what it is that you do not understand about that. How can I make it any clearer to you? If it were my choice I would never be found within the same city as your bed, let alone in the same room. I will not let you take me to your bed. I will not sleep with you. I will not be your lover! Is that clear enough for you?'
'It seems perfectly clear to me,' a voice said from above, full of laughter.
'Legolas! Where have you been?' Valia jumped up to escape the closeness of Garand. Legolas gave her a knowing look before responding.
'I am sorry. Lord Elrond wished to have a word with me.'
'About what?'
'Isondil and I are to stay here for a few months longer. Ada does not require my presence at home until next year. We will stay at Lord Elrond's palace until a little before next planting season, unless Isondil minds, though I highly doubt he has any objections.'
'No indeed, I do not,' Isondil said, beaming at Silia. In response, she leaned her head on Isondil's shoulder while he continued to play his harp.
'You two make me sick,' Valia said, wrinkling up her nose at them teasingly. 'Silia, I remember a time not long ago when you refused to be one of those maidens who acted lovesick. Look at you now!'
'Love changes everything Valia.' Silia sighed deeply and nestled her head closer to Isondil's neck. Shaking her head, Valia sent her long mane of hair dancing around behind her as a sudden breeze came whistling through the trees. The leaves above the elves' heads were sent dancing, rustling against each other in a pleasing melody. Valia closed her eyes and drank in the beauty of the moment. The soft wind kissing her face and gentle music of the leaves made Valia think of happy times long ago when she was a young elfling, sitting under the green trees of Imladris.
'Let us go for a walk Valia,' said Legolas as he slipped his strong hand around hers, tugging gently.
'Valia was talking to me, until you interrupted,' Garand was quick to say.
'Valia was trying to end your conversation when I interrupted, though I would hardly say I intruded on your little party. I was invited here hours ago. I do not believe the lady wishes to be in your company any longer, if you will excuse us?' said Legolas evenly, acknowledging Garand's presence for the first time.
'I think the lady can take of herself Prince Legolas. She has a tongue to tell me she no longer desires my company if it is not pleasing to her.'
'She is too kind to tell you what she truly wishes.' .Slipping her hand out of his, Valia moved over to Isondil and Silia, praying to the Valar that things would not get out of hand.
'And what makes you think you know what the lady's wishes are?'
Garand was standing now and the two elves were regarding each other with cool eyes. The gentle music of the harp had died away when Garand rose and all was silent now as all eyes turned towards the developing scene.
'I think I know what the lady wants more than you ever could.'
'Legolas.' Valia said his name in a warning tone, hoping he would calm down. There was a dangerous fire growing in his eyes that Valia did not like.
'Stay out of this Valia,' Legolas snapped. Valia ground her teeth and let out a low growl in frustration. 'You will leave her alone from now on,' Legolas said, turning his attention back to Garand.
'You do not need to throw a royal fit simply because she prefers my company over yours.'
Valia almost choked on the snort that welled up inside her. The arrogance of the elf! If she had a sword in her hand, she would have gladly corrected his inaccurate assumptions. What maiden in her right mind would not prefer Legolas' company to his?
'Say such insolent words to me again and I will ensure that you regret them. Now leave the lady alone and be gone.'
'I will not leave until she asks me to,' said Garand, glaring at Legolas defiantly.
'You will leave now. That is an order.'
'Legolas, stop it,' Valia barked, pulling his attention away from Garand. 'You two are being ridiculous, fighting over me as if I were a piece of property! I assure you that I am perfectly capable of deciding whose company I do not wish to be in on my own accord.'
'It seems the lady has put you in your place, Prince,' taunted Garand, ignoring the scowl Valia directed at him.
'Garand!' Valia retorted. 'If you would use what miniscule amount of intelligence you have in that tiny brain of yours you would realize that I am trying to save you from a sound beating from Legolas instead of putting him in his place. I suggest you take my generous assistance before I decide that my efforts are not worth the reward of seeing you put in your place.'
A snort came from Legolas when he heard Valia. She had such a sharp tongue, something that endeared her to Legolas at times like these. He knew no other maiden who had the wit or the audacity to say the things she did.
'Your kind assistance is not needed Valia,' said Garand. 'I doubt that the Prince would be able to do me any harm even if he tried. He knows that I am the better elf for you and is only jealous that in the end, it shall be my bed you are sharing instead of his.'
Legolas had enough of this proud peacock. The collected demeanor of the Prince instantly vanished, replaced with cold fury. Lunging at Garand he grabbed onto the collar of his tunic, throwing him backwards. Garand stumbled but regained his footing and came back swinging at Legolas, who gracefully dodged the blow in one swift movement.
Immediately the sickening impact of flesh against skin could be heard as Legolas' fist connected with Garand's stomach. The punch doubled Garand over in pain and he was not prepared to retaliate when the Prince grasped his hair and raised him up again, delivering another sound blow to his abdomen.
'Legolas! What are you doing? Are you crazy? Stop it!' Valia had come up behind him and latched onto his arms, trying to hold him back, but with little success. The Prince was far stronger than she, and he released himself from her grasp easily.
'Valia, get back,' Legolas commanded her over his shoulder. However Valia was in no mood to back down on this issue. If he would not listen to her, than she would have to physically get in the way.
Garand was up again, shaking his head to clear the fog of pain. Legolas pulled back his arm, prepared to hit Garand in the face, when Valia darted between the two out of nowhere.
'Legolas, stop.' No sooner were the words out of her mouth, than Valia felt the pressure of Legolas' fist connecting with her right cheek. Her neck snapped back from the violence of the blow, sending her bodyweight slamming into Garand's chest. The world immediately began to swim before Valia's eyes as fiery pain exploded in her head. Garand caught Valia under her arms just as she began to fall to the ground.
'Valia!' cried Legolas. A look of horror covered his fair features as he rushed over to her, wrenching her out of the arms of Garand and carrying her to the nearest tree. Gently, he lowered her to the ground, a soft moan escaping her lips. She attempted to reach up and feel her cheek, but Legolas intercepted her hand in midair.
'Do not touch it Valia,' he soothed, stroking the stray wisps of hair that had escaped her ponytail out of her face. 'Forgive me, Valia. I did not mean to hurt you. Do you feel alright?'
'Stupid question Legolas,' Valia managed to ground out through the pain, but still smiling a little at the pure guilt that was written all over the Prince's face. 'At least it was not my nose,' she chuckled, surprising everyone. 'Then I would really be in trouble.'
Those were the last words that escaped her lips before her eyes glazed over and she slumped to the ground.
'She cannot sleep,' said Isondil. Taking quick action, he shook Valia, calling her name. 'Wake up Valia. You must stay awake.' Unintelligible words came out in a garble from Valia's mouth, but her eyes refocused a little and she looked up at the elf merely inches away from her.
'Isondil?' she asked, confusion clear on her face.
'Yes, Valia. It is me. You must stay awake, my lady. Fight the sleep.'
Elrond suddenly appeared amongst them, shoving a stupefied Garand and Legolas aside. Kneeling down before Valia he cupped her chin with one hand and gently trailed his fingers across her injured cheek and along her nose.
'Stop,' Valia moaned with a wince. She batted his hand away before leaning her full weight into Isondil, unable to cope with the pain.
'Nothing is broken,' Elrond said, standing up. 'Isondil, pick her up. We will take her to her room in the palace.'
With elven swiftness, Isondil hoisted Valia's slender frame up into his arms and began to follow the purposeful strides of Elrond. Both Garand and Legolas ran up to opposite sides of him, looking with worry at Valia. When they had reached the palace steps, Elrond abruptly turned around and pointed a finger.
'Legolas, Garand, leave us.' Elrond looked as if a storm was raging in the deep wells of his eyes. Legolas immediately felt a wave of guilt wash over him again. He had been stupid and prideful and it had hurt Valia. 'To have come so far with her, only to hurt her and probably loose her trust,' Legolas lamented silently.
'But my lord, will you not let us wait outside the lady's room?' asked Garand.
'Do not cross me in this matter Lord Garand,' thundered Elrond. 'When Valia is feeling better, she will be the one to decide if she wishes to lay eyes upon either of you foolish lords ever again. If she asks for your presence, I shall send someone to fetch you. Otherwise, stay away!'
Just as suddenly as he had appeared, Elrond disappeared into the cool shade of the palace, shadowed closely by Isondil. Legolas watched them leave and stood looking where the three had vanished long after they had gone.
'She will be fine Legolas. She knows that you did not mean to hurt her.' Silia placed a comforting hand on his arm, squeezing it in reassurance.
'I am not so sure that she will forgive me as readily as you do,' Legolas said with worry.
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Legolas had been sitting on a bench outside the palace, his face buried in his hands. Hours had passed since Valia had gone inside and his worry from earlier began to take root within his heart. And on top of the worry, he felt extreme guilt. He knew he had swung at Garand with his entire force. It would have been enough to knock the arrogant lord unconscious, but instead it had been Valia that intercepted the blow.
The incident kept appearing before his eyes. Her angry countenance suddenly popping up before Lord Garand right as Legolas swung. Her neck had snapped back with the tremendous force of the blow and Legolas harbored the fleeting thought that he had broken it, forever dooming her to the life of a cripple. But then his reason took over and he saw her stumble back into Garand.
Taking her into his arms, he had felt awful to have hurt someone he cared about, and a female at that. It would have been like punching his own sister, if he had one. Bright red began to flow into her cheek as he placed her down on the ground, trying to determine if she was alright. Her sarcastic comment had eased his guilt a little, knowing that she had all her mental capacities.
'Lady Valia has summoned you to her room Prince Legolas.' A servant stood a respectful distance from the bench, breaking into Legolas' thoughts. With a nod, Legolas rose and quickly followed him into the palace and down a maze of winding corridors. The cool air from the indoor shade calmed him slightly, easing some of the intense guilt he felt. At least Valia had requested his presence. That had to mean she did not hate him and was willing to at least talk to him.
'Unless she wishes to give me a sound lashing with her tongue before sending me from her sight forever,' thought Legolas ruefully.
'Excuse me, my lord? I did not quite hear what it was you said.' The servant slowed his pace a little, waiting for the Prince to repeat himself louder.
'I am sorry. I did not mean to speak aloud. I was thinking to myself.' Legolas received a curious glance from the servant, before he led him down another corridor, brightly decorated with rich tapestries in green and yellow. Down the hall, Elrond emerged from one of the many wooden doors. 'Thank you for fetching the Prince Isar.'
'Do you need anything else, my lord?' Isar asked, coming to stand before his master.
'No. You are free to go. Legolas, Valia has requested to see you.'
Legolas stared at the door he assumed she was concealed behind. 'How is she?' he asked. His palms had suddenly grown clammy, despite the cool breeze in the hallway.
'There will be bruising and she will be sore for a few days but there are no other injuries.' Elrond reached for the doorknob, softly turning it to admit Legolas but the firm grip on his arm stopped him.
'That is not exactly what I meant.' Legolas sounded nervous, a rarity that Elrond had never been privy to before. He turned to the elven prince, giving him his full attention. The poor prince looked like he was an elfling again, about to receive punishment for some mischievous act of wrongdoing. Dropping his hand, Legolas shuffled his feet while looking at the floor.
It took all of Elrond's willpower not to smile. He had long ago perfected the art of putting on a mask of seriousness despite his true feelings. He utilized that gift now. Taking Legolas' arm, he led the Prince a few steps away from the door and began speaking in a hushed voice. 'I assume you were speaking of her current disposition and not her injury?'
Legolas bobbed his head up and down, grateful that he did not have to explain himself. The action sent some of his blond hair falling forward and he hastily reached up to tuck the wayward strands behind his ear. 'I think it would be best if I know what to expect before I attempt to face her.'
'A very wise idea, Legolas,' Elrond said gravely, and could not help the twitch in his lips when apprehension crept into Legolas' eyes. This was going to be far too easy. 'You are very well aware that you have struck her, something any elven maiden would no doubt be angry about.'
'It was an accident. She does realize that, does she not?' Legolas sent a furtive glance towards the closed door.
'I rather think her field of thought is not dwelling upon your guilt or innocence in hitting her, but the fact that you started a fight in the first place.'
'Garand deserved more than what he received.'
'I do not object with you on that account. I saw everything that happened from my study. However, I caution you to be careful what you say to Valia. She does not seem to think that giving Garand a beating was the appropriate action to take.'
'And what was I supposed to do? Let him stand there while he mocked me?' Legolas asked in exasperation. He was beginning to let his emotions get the better of him, just as Elrond wanted.
'I do not think that the issue was that he insulted you.'
'Of course it was, unless you are referring to the fact that Garand was shamelessly trying to seduce Valia in public.'
'Now we are getting closer to the real issue. Tell me, why do Garand's attentions to Valia upset you so?'
'Because she does not wish his attentions and she has told him so, yet he refuses to leave her alone.'
'Valia is a responsible, mature maiden, Legolas. She can handle the unwanted attention of Garand on her own. Why do you feel such a strong need to defend her?'
'I do not know what you are hinting at Lord Elrond,' said Legolas in a huff.
'Never mind, you are keeping Valia waiting, which I fear will only add to her dark mood. I need to find Celebrian. I wish you luck,' Elrond said, smiling cryptically at Legolas. He then retreated down the hall. The rustling of his elegant robes was the only sound he made as he disappeared around a corner, leaving Legolas completely alone.
Hesitantly walking to the closed door, Legolas decided that the best course of action would be to nock. His mind was anything but calm as he tried to steel himself for the storm he was about to face.
He did not have long to wait. Before he could even move his hand, the door flew open and an enraged Valia appeared. Legolas just stood entirely still, all reason having left him. He quickly looked at her face, seeing that her right cheek was beginning to turn yellow, with a hint of black. The next thing that caught his attention was that she had changed into a dress of soft pink. The gauzy fabric delicately fluttered around her and if it were not for the angry expression on her face, Legolas would have been speechless at her unusual clothing. Her sunny hair hung freely down her back, only a few braids strategically placed to keep the glossy tresses out of her face.
'You look nice,' Legolas heard himself say, choosing to ignore the stupidity of the comment. There was nothing else he trusted himself to say right then. Taking in a deep breath, he moved past her and into the room. It caused the air to stir, sending the fabric of Valia's dress into another fluttering dance. Under any other circumstances Legolas would have thought it enchanting, but it was definitely not the time to consider pretty dresses or lovely honey colored hair.
Spinning around, Valia's eyes bored into his. She planted a hand on her hip and Legolas could see the visible intake of breath that swelled her chest and he braced himself for the coming fury. 'What was that out there?' she demanded.
'Valia,' Legolas sighed. Deciding to be brave, he walked up to her and took her hand, playing with her fingers. 'I did not mean to hurt you. I did not see you until it was too late to stop.'
'And that is supposed to make what you did all better?'
'No.' Legolas shook his head back and forth, sending his hair falling forward again. This time he did not attempt to push it back, instead looking down penitently at Valia. His remorseful expression almost got the best of her, which only added to Valia's anger. Snatching her hand away she moved to one of the windows and crossed her arms.
'That was stupid Legolas. Sheer stupidity.'
'He had no right to say the things he did to you or me.'
'And you had no right to retaliate in such a manner. That is what he wanted you to do, do you not realize that? He tried to goad you on into making a fool of yourself and he succeeded very easily.'
Her harsh words stung Legolas, not only because they were coming from her, but because they were absolutely true. He needed to secure her forgiveness before he could ever feel peace again. Valia watched as Legolas walked towards her again and gently took her hand in his.
'Forgive me mellon. I was not thinking, simply being foolish. His rude words angered me and I acted impulsively. Please relieve my guilt and say you forgive me.'
Those words acted like water to the fire of Valia's anger and she let out a large sigh and shook her head. 'I should make you pay for your actions,' she said, knowing she had been defeated.
'Does that mean I am forgiven?' asked Legolas, a hopeful smile gracing his face.
'Yes that means you are forgiven,' Valia admitted begrudgingly. 'You are almost a brother to me Legolas. I could not stay mad at you long, even if I tried.' She unexpectedly pulled Legolas into a tight hug and it took him a few moments to recover from his surprise and return her hold.
It felt good to hold her in his arms. She fit perfectly and he took advantage of the current state of her hair to run his hand through it. Hot breath tickled his neck as she let out a small burst of laughter and pulled away. A small stab of loss pierced him as her warmth left his body, but he quickly dismissed the idea.
'I will never forget the look of horror on Garand's face when you took your first step towards him. I thought he was going to turn on his heels and run away screaming for help.' The image made Legolas laugh, causing Valia to join in again.
'Stop!' Valia gasped out with a grimace, touching a hand to her sore cheek. 'It hurts to laugh.'
'I am sorry Valia.'
'Stop apologizing or I will take back my word and decide to not forgive you.'
'You cannot do that,' Legolas said with a smirk.
'O no? Say it one more time and watch me.'
Legolas raised a hand to his chin, pretending to contemplate doing just that. 'I think I have a better idea,' he said, a strange glint coming to his eye.
'I do not like the look in your eyes, Legolas,' Valia said, taking a few steps away from him. Legolas just smiled and was swiftly by her side, scooping Valia up into his arms.
'What are you doing?' Valia gasped, her arms instinctively latching around his neck for safety.
'Taking the invalid to lunch,' he answered as he strode out of the room. Even with the extra weight his movements were graceful and Valia marveled that she could not hear his footfalls.
'I am perfectly capable of walking there myself,' Valia said with a scowl, trying to wiggle out of his arms.
'But than I would have to face the wrath of Lord Elrond for letting you overexert yourself. He is extremely protective of you, you know that do you not?'
'I cannot win between the two of you,' Valia sighed with mock exasperation. 'Very well, carry away my dear prince, but I warn you that if you drop me I will not forgive you as easily as before.'
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Whoa, that was a very long chapter. I don't know where it all came from. Pretty please leave a review for me. Legolas agreed to let me have some lembas to give you as a reward. And if you leave your email address (please do that if you do review) I will be able to send you a thank you!
Thank you all my wondrous reviewers!
A/N~ You know, it's rather funny. You start writing a chapter and you think you know what you want to do with it, when suddenly one little idea changes everything. This was supposed to be this really short chapter, about 3 pages, but apparently my author part took over and decided to take over the rest of my brain as well, and now you have this chapter, I think one of the longest I have yet to write. I do hope you enjoy it.
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Good News, Insolent Words, and an Apology
Over three week had passed since Legolas first came to Elrond's realm. Time had flown by swiftly and Legolas had been delighted to find Valia opening up to him more and more with the hours they spent in each others company. Her archery and sword fighting had slowly begun to improve under the expert guidance of Legolas and Isondil. In fact, she was better with the sword than Legolas, something she always delighted in teasing him about, but he simply took it with good humor and then promptly challenged her to an archery competition with a sweet smile.
After his initial shock, Legolas had grown accustomed to the budding romance between his best friend and Silia. If he ever decided to believe in love at first sight, Isondil and Silia were the ones who would convince him. They suited each other so well and though the time they had known each other was short, Legolas was expecting his friend to announce their engagement any day now. Isondil had always been more impetuous than Legolas, but he could not blame his friend for wishing the betrothal to take place soon. Isondil had lived over six millennium and finally discovered his other half. He wished to bind himself to her as soon as was reasonably acceptable.
Legolas leaned against his balcony as he pondered all these thoughts. So much was changing in his life. The reality had not caught up with him until now, and he felt a bit overwhelmed by the abruptness of it all.
He felt melancholy at having to leave the palace of Lord Elrond soon and travel back to his father's realm. Silia would come with Isondil of course, but he would never be able to see Valia again. She had become one of his closest friends, something that made Legolas curious. They has only known each other for a few weeks but he felt like she had always been with him, standing by his side with that teasing sparkle in her eye and happy smile curving her lips upwards.
A crisp nock came from his room and Legolas turned around, telling whoever it was to enter. A servant of the palace shuffled in, bowing to the Prince in respect.
'Lord Elrond summons you to his study, Prince Legolas.'
'Thank you,' said Legolas, walking out of his room and down the long corridors of the palace to Elrond's study. His light footsteps made no noise on the polished floor as he gliding along. When he reached the Lord's study, he found the door shut and knocked politely.
'Come in,' called Elrond, his voice muffled through the thick wood. Memories of himself as an elfling flooded over Legolas as he opened the door to let himself in. Whenever his father had summoned him to his study in Mirkwood, he would nock at the door and wait to hear the familiar voice bidding him enter. Usual those experiences were followed by a lecture about some misconduct of behavior and Legolas found himself hoping that was not the case this time.
'How are you this morning, Legolas?' Elrond asked, glancing up from a manuscript spread on top of his desk.
'Fine, my lord. Thank you. You wished to see me about something?'
'Yes, please sit down,' Elrond gestured to a chair which Legolas sank into. Picking up a letter from his table, Elrond handed it to Legolas and spoke. 'I just received this letter from your father. He says that there is on longer need for haste in your return home as he is trying out a new agricultural method this planting season. If it is your desire and my wish, he bids you to stay in my realm for as long as you want until next planting season. Is that agreeable to you?'
'I do not wish to trespass on you hospitality any longer, my lord. You have been most generous in giving Isondil and me a place to stay while we are here. We would not want to impose upon you any longer.'
'Nonesense Legolas. Celebrian and I enjoy having you here. You are hardly a nuisance.'
'All the same, I would not wish to become one by overstaying our welcome.'
'You are welcome company Legolas,' said Elrond firmly. 'Celebrian and I enjoy guests in our home and besides, you seem to be having a positive effect on a certain elven maiden we hold very close to our hearts.'
'My lord?' questioned Legolas, shocked at Elrond's insinuations. He had not realized that the lord and lady would take heed to all the gossip flying around about Valia and him. But Valia was close to the both of them; they were almost like second parents to her. Naturally they would want whatever was best for her.
'Do not play innocent with me Legolas. You know of what I speak.'
'I did not know you were one to listen to the idle prattle of elven maidens with far too much time on their hands.'
'I listen to information in many forms, for truth can often be found in everything if one is willing to look deep enough.'
'In this case, you can look as hard as you like, but you will find no truth in these set of rumors other than the fact that some elves are far to nosey for their own good.'
'Is that the only truth in the gossip? For my part, I think not. But the idle prattle of elven maidens, as you so deftly put it, is not my only reasoning for coming to such a conclusion.'
Legolas did not like the direction this conversation was going. If Elrond thought he was doing him a favor, he was most certainly wrong. Or perhaps it was for Valia that he was suggesting such things.
'Very well Legolas, I can see the subject is a sore spot of yours so we will not speak further on it, but first tell me something,' Elrond said, leaning back in his chair and folding his hands together. 'What are your intentions towards Valia?'
'I beg your pardon, Lord Elrond?' This felt too much like a father trying to protect his beloved daughter, which only added to Legolas' unease. Why was everyone always assuming that the two meant something more to each other than simply friends? Could an elf not be friends with a maiden and avoid rousing suspicion?
'What is she to you Legolas?'
'We are nothing more than friends.'
'Only friends? Is that truly what you believe?' Elrond looked deep into Legolas' eyes, capturing the elven prince in a piercing gaze. Legolas felt like he was completely exposed in that look, that he could not hide anything under the careful scrutiny.
'For now, we are only friends my lord. Valia does not wish for love or marriage and made that quite clear to me at the start of our friendship. I will not push her for something she does not want.'
'And what is it that you want?' Elrond raised an eyebrow, slightly intimidating Legolas when he would not release him from his penetrating gaze.
'I do not know what I want,' answered Legolas honestly. 'A month ago I had given up all hope for marriage.'
'And now?'
'There is no hope of anything more than friendship between us. I have made her a promise and will not go back on my word.'
'Even if it is for the best?' Legolas remained silent, trying to understand what it was exactly that Elrond was suggesting. The elven lord leaned forward, resting his folded hands on his desk and observing the younger elf. 'If you had not made that promise what would you do? Would you be inclined to think of Valia as more than simply a friend?'
Legolas thought hard about his words, weighing them carefully before he decided on an appropriate reply. 'I think it best not to let my mind wander to what might have been. It does me no good.'
'You have to much honor Prince Legolas.' Elrond stood up and walked with measure steps to the large window, looking outside. All became silent and Legolas was aware of music floating in the window from somewhere below.
'My lord?' Legolas watched Elrond, but he appeared not to hear Legolas.
After another pause of silence, the pensive expression on Elrond's face disappeared. 'So you would leave her to the devices of Lord Garand, all because you made an agreement with her?'
'I hardly think making a promise to not fall in love with her will leave her at the mercy of Lord Garand,' said Legolas, surprised that Elrond knew about Valia's elf problem. 'Besides, she would have the common sense to stay away from Garand whether another loved her or not.'
'But would the other elf have the decency to stay away from her?' mused Elrond, still not averting his gaze from the window.
Rising from his chair, Legolas came to stand beside Elrond, searching the palace grounds for whatever held Elrond's attention so well. He soon found it. Isondil, Silia, and Valia were all seated underneath the shady branches of a tall tree. Isondil was playing a song on his harp and had both the ladies smiling with pleasure. The vision would have made Legolas smile as well if it were not for the other elf that occupied the space next to Valia. Lord Garand sat uncomfortably close to the she-elf, and Legolas could tell by Valia's posture that while she was disturbed with his nearness, she pretended not to care.
'I can see by your clenched jaw and hands that you have more feelings for the maiden than you wish others to know about,' Elrond observed, never taking his eyes off the scene below.
'You interpret wrong, my lord. It merely offends me that Garand pushes himself on others who do not want the attention.'
'A stubborn head and heart may serve you very well in battle Legolas, but it will not help you in the war of love.' Elrond moved away from the window and stood beside his desk, carefully watching the Prince who still looked down at his friends. Garand leaned over and was whispering something into Valia's ear. She slowly tried to move away from him, but he followed her, not granting her the distance she obviously wanted.
'But alas, you have made your decision and are leaving. I shall tell the servants to pack your bags for your return home immediately.' Elrond was satisfied to see Legolas quickly turn around to face him. The prince appeared to want to say something, but could not get the words out of his mouth.
'Is there something the matter Legolas? Have you changed your mind about leaving?'
'Do you think it would be a terrible intrusion if Isondil and I stayed on a few months longer?' he asked.
'No indeed. I shall inform Celebrian of the good news. Perhaps you would like to take a stroll outside?' Elrond raised an eyebrow, trying to suppress the threatening smile from bursting forth on his face.
'Yes. I think that is a good idea. Thank you Lord Elrond,' Legolas called as he rushed out of the room. Once the Prince was outside his study, Elrond let out a low chuckle with a shake of the head. Jealousy did wonders for an elf in denial of his true feelings.
'And what is so funny, my lord?' Celebrian leaned on the doorframe, watching her husband with amusement.
'Come and you shall see for yourself, melamin.' He took her hand and led her over to the window. Standing behind her he wrapped an arm around her shoulders, pulling her against him and gently placing a kiss on her neck. 'Legolas should be making his presence known at any time now, much to Lord Garand's annoyance if I am not mistaken.'
'Is that where he was going so fast just now? He almost knocked me down when he rounded a corner. He yelled an apology while he continued to run down the hall.'
'Mmm,' Elrond breathed out, trailing a line of kisses along her ear. 'How long do you think it will be before he asks for her hand in marriage?'
'Even I do not have an educated guess to that question. He was one of the nine walkers and I do believe the experience has taught him to be overly cautious.'
'If he is too cautious he will loose her.'
'You do not know if she will let him have her, husband. Valia has had her own set of circumstances to deal with. I simply hope that they can both move beyond their past hurts to find each other.'
'Only time will tell my beauty. Look, here he comes now,' said Elrond, pointing a slender finger at the Prince as he emerged from behind a tall hedge.
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The relaxing melody of Isondil's harp was making Valia drowsy and it would have lulled her to sleep under different circumstances. However, she was not allowed that luxury for Lord Garand sat beside her, having invited himself to sit with the small group of friends when he spotted Valia. Now he was so close to her that she could feel the body heat radiating from him.
She had tried creeping away from him, but he just scooted closer and Valia did not know what to do. If she had her way, she would have slapped him across the face and thrown in a punch to add her point, but she was in the gardens of the palace and she would not act brashly or unladylike.
The last few weeks had been a mixture of both pleasant times and unpleasant ones. Valia had enjoyed every one of her early morning practices with Legolas and Isondil. In fact, only a few days ago she had successfully been able to defeat Legolas at the sword. Her archery skills were another matter however. She did not think that she would ever have half the talent that Legolas did, but that was fine with her.
She now felt comfortable in the Prince's presence and was having more fun than she had had in several millennium. He was a good friend, always braving her foul moods to cheer her up. And he made her happy. His sarcastic humor got the best of her every time and he would be rewarded with hearing her bright laughter.
One of the few things that Valia had against him was that he was too generous with her. After their first morning lesson, Legolas had gone out and bought her a longbow made for female archers, a rare commodity to come by, and he refused to tell her where he had gotten a hold of it no matter how much she pestered him. He had also bought her several sets of practice clothing. And after that, she only had to mention in passing that she was thinking about getting something and the next day he would show up at the library with a present in his hands.
"You cannot keep doing this Legolas," she would say to him. He would merely grin back and tell her that he did not know what else he would spend all his father's money on. On several occasions she had tried to pry out of him how much he had spent on her and even tried to offer him money as repayment, but he had simply waved his hand at her in dismissal, saying her thank you was all the payment he needed.
'Valia!' Isondil said a little louder, a smile of amusement on his face. He continued to strum the harp that sat in his lap as he watched her eyes come back into focus.
'I am sorry Isondil, did you want something?'
'Yes, but you were not listening. Do I dare ask what it was that held your attention so fully? Or perhaps the better question is who it was,' he said cheekily. Valia stuck her tongue out at Isondil who grinned back. He then turned his concentration to Silia, sitting right beside him.
'What are you doing tonight?' Garand asked softly, slowly tracing his finger up the length of Valia's arm.
'I am not going to your house, Garand,' said Valia bluntly, flicking his hand off of her.
'Why not, beautiful? We could have a wonderful time,' he purred close to her ear. Valia's eyes grew wide as she looked over at Isondil and Silia. The two looked back with sympathy. They had tried to rescue Valia from Garnad on several different occasions in the past, but the elf was a leech when it came to her. He would not leave her side unless she was somehow able to slip away while he was distracted.
'Garand, for the last time,' said Valia with a hiss, 'I am not sleeping with you. I do not know what it is that you do not understand about that. How can I make it any clearer to you? If it were my choice I would never be found within the same city as your bed, let alone in the same room. I will not let you take me to your bed. I will not sleep with you. I will not be your lover! Is that clear enough for you?'
'It seems perfectly clear to me,' a voice said from above, full of laughter.
'Legolas! Where have you been?' Valia jumped up to escape the closeness of Garand. Legolas gave her a knowing look before responding.
'I am sorry. Lord Elrond wished to have a word with me.'
'About what?'
'Isondil and I are to stay here for a few months longer. Ada does not require my presence at home until next year. We will stay at Lord Elrond's palace until a little before next planting season, unless Isondil minds, though I highly doubt he has any objections.'
'No indeed, I do not,' Isondil said, beaming at Silia. In response, she leaned her head on Isondil's shoulder while he continued to play his harp.
'You two make me sick,' Valia said, wrinkling up her nose at them teasingly. 'Silia, I remember a time not long ago when you refused to be one of those maidens who acted lovesick. Look at you now!'
'Love changes everything Valia.' Silia sighed deeply and nestled her head closer to Isondil's neck. Shaking her head, Valia sent her long mane of hair dancing around behind her as a sudden breeze came whistling through the trees. The leaves above the elves' heads were sent dancing, rustling against each other in a pleasing melody. Valia closed her eyes and drank in the beauty of the moment. The soft wind kissing her face and gentle music of the leaves made Valia think of happy times long ago when she was a young elfling, sitting under the green trees of Imladris.
'Let us go for a walk Valia,' said Legolas as he slipped his strong hand around hers, tugging gently.
'Valia was talking to me, until you interrupted,' Garand was quick to say.
'Valia was trying to end your conversation when I interrupted, though I would hardly say I intruded on your little party. I was invited here hours ago. I do not believe the lady wishes to be in your company any longer, if you will excuse us?' said Legolas evenly, acknowledging Garand's presence for the first time.
'I think the lady can take of herself Prince Legolas. She has a tongue to tell me she no longer desires my company if it is not pleasing to her.'
'She is too kind to tell you what she truly wishes.' .Slipping her hand out of his, Valia moved over to Isondil and Silia, praying to the Valar that things would not get out of hand.
'And what makes you think you know what the lady's wishes are?'
Garand was standing now and the two elves were regarding each other with cool eyes. The gentle music of the harp had died away when Garand rose and all was silent now as all eyes turned towards the developing scene.
'I think I know what the lady wants more than you ever could.'
'Legolas.' Valia said his name in a warning tone, hoping he would calm down. There was a dangerous fire growing in his eyes that Valia did not like.
'Stay out of this Valia,' Legolas snapped. Valia ground her teeth and let out a low growl in frustration. 'You will leave her alone from now on,' Legolas said, turning his attention back to Garand.
'You do not need to throw a royal fit simply because she prefers my company over yours.'
Valia almost choked on the snort that welled up inside her. The arrogance of the elf! If she had a sword in her hand, she would have gladly corrected his inaccurate assumptions. What maiden in her right mind would not prefer Legolas' company to his?
'Say such insolent words to me again and I will ensure that you regret them. Now leave the lady alone and be gone.'
'I will not leave until she asks me to,' said Garand, glaring at Legolas defiantly.
'You will leave now. That is an order.'
'Legolas, stop it,' Valia barked, pulling his attention away from Garand. 'You two are being ridiculous, fighting over me as if I were a piece of property! I assure you that I am perfectly capable of deciding whose company I do not wish to be in on my own accord.'
'It seems the lady has put you in your place, Prince,' taunted Garand, ignoring the scowl Valia directed at him.
'Garand!' Valia retorted. 'If you would use what miniscule amount of intelligence you have in that tiny brain of yours you would realize that I am trying to save you from a sound beating from Legolas instead of putting him in his place. I suggest you take my generous assistance before I decide that my efforts are not worth the reward of seeing you put in your place.'
A snort came from Legolas when he heard Valia. She had such a sharp tongue, something that endeared her to Legolas at times like these. He knew no other maiden who had the wit or the audacity to say the things she did.
'Your kind assistance is not needed Valia,' said Garand. 'I doubt that the Prince would be able to do me any harm even if he tried. He knows that I am the better elf for you and is only jealous that in the end, it shall be my bed you are sharing instead of his.'
Legolas had enough of this proud peacock. The collected demeanor of the Prince instantly vanished, replaced with cold fury. Lunging at Garand he grabbed onto the collar of his tunic, throwing him backwards. Garand stumbled but regained his footing and came back swinging at Legolas, who gracefully dodged the blow in one swift movement.
Immediately the sickening impact of flesh against skin could be heard as Legolas' fist connected with Garand's stomach. The punch doubled Garand over in pain and he was not prepared to retaliate when the Prince grasped his hair and raised him up again, delivering another sound blow to his abdomen.
'Legolas! What are you doing? Are you crazy? Stop it!' Valia had come up behind him and latched onto his arms, trying to hold him back, but with little success. The Prince was far stronger than she, and he released himself from her grasp easily.
'Valia, get back,' Legolas commanded her over his shoulder. However Valia was in no mood to back down on this issue. If he would not listen to her, than she would have to physically get in the way.
Garand was up again, shaking his head to clear the fog of pain. Legolas pulled back his arm, prepared to hit Garand in the face, when Valia darted between the two out of nowhere.
'Legolas, stop.' No sooner were the words out of her mouth, than Valia felt the pressure of Legolas' fist connecting with her right cheek. Her neck snapped back from the violence of the blow, sending her bodyweight slamming into Garand's chest. The world immediately began to swim before Valia's eyes as fiery pain exploded in her head. Garand caught Valia under her arms just as she began to fall to the ground.
'Valia!' cried Legolas. A look of horror covered his fair features as he rushed over to her, wrenching her out of the arms of Garand and carrying her to the nearest tree. Gently, he lowered her to the ground, a soft moan escaping her lips. She attempted to reach up and feel her cheek, but Legolas intercepted her hand in midair.
'Do not touch it Valia,' he soothed, stroking the stray wisps of hair that had escaped her ponytail out of her face. 'Forgive me, Valia. I did not mean to hurt you. Do you feel alright?'
'Stupid question Legolas,' Valia managed to ground out through the pain, but still smiling a little at the pure guilt that was written all over the Prince's face. 'At least it was not my nose,' she chuckled, surprising everyone. 'Then I would really be in trouble.'
Those were the last words that escaped her lips before her eyes glazed over and she slumped to the ground.
'She cannot sleep,' said Isondil. Taking quick action, he shook Valia, calling her name. 'Wake up Valia. You must stay awake.' Unintelligible words came out in a garble from Valia's mouth, but her eyes refocused a little and she looked up at the elf merely inches away from her.
'Isondil?' she asked, confusion clear on her face.
'Yes, Valia. It is me. You must stay awake, my lady. Fight the sleep.'
Elrond suddenly appeared amongst them, shoving a stupefied Garand and Legolas aside. Kneeling down before Valia he cupped her chin with one hand and gently trailed his fingers across her injured cheek and along her nose.
'Stop,' Valia moaned with a wince. She batted his hand away before leaning her full weight into Isondil, unable to cope with the pain.
'Nothing is broken,' Elrond said, standing up. 'Isondil, pick her up. We will take her to her room in the palace.'
With elven swiftness, Isondil hoisted Valia's slender frame up into his arms and began to follow the purposeful strides of Elrond. Both Garand and Legolas ran up to opposite sides of him, looking with worry at Valia. When they had reached the palace steps, Elrond abruptly turned around and pointed a finger.
'Legolas, Garand, leave us.' Elrond looked as if a storm was raging in the deep wells of his eyes. Legolas immediately felt a wave of guilt wash over him again. He had been stupid and prideful and it had hurt Valia. 'To have come so far with her, only to hurt her and probably loose her trust,' Legolas lamented silently.
'But my lord, will you not let us wait outside the lady's room?' asked Garand.
'Do not cross me in this matter Lord Garand,' thundered Elrond. 'When Valia is feeling better, she will be the one to decide if she wishes to lay eyes upon either of you foolish lords ever again. If she asks for your presence, I shall send someone to fetch you. Otherwise, stay away!'
Just as suddenly as he had appeared, Elrond disappeared into the cool shade of the palace, shadowed closely by Isondil. Legolas watched them leave and stood looking where the three had vanished long after they had gone.
'She will be fine Legolas. She knows that you did not mean to hurt her.' Silia placed a comforting hand on his arm, squeezing it in reassurance.
'I am not so sure that she will forgive me as readily as you do,' Legolas said with worry.
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Legolas had been sitting on a bench outside the palace, his face buried in his hands. Hours had passed since Valia had gone inside and his worry from earlier began to take root within his heart. And on top of the worry, he felt extreme guilt. He knew he had swung at Garand with his entire force. It would have been enough to knock the arrogant lord unconscious, but instead it had been Valia that intercepted the blow.
The incident kept appearing before his eyes. Her angry countenance suddenly popping up before Lord Garand right as Legolas swung. Her neck had snapped back with the tremendous force of the blow and Legolas harbored the fleeting thought that he had broken it, forever dooming her to the life of a cripple. But then his reason took over and he saw her stumble back into Garand.
Taking her into his arms, he had felt awful to have hurt someone he cared about, and a female at that. It would have been like punching his own sister, if he had one. Bright red began to flow into her cheek as he placed her down on the ground, trying to determine if she was alright. Her sarcastic comment had eased his guilt a little, knowing that she had all her mental capacities.
'Lady Valia has summoned you to her room Prince Legolas.' A servant stood a respectful distance from the bench, breaking into Legolas' thoughts. With a nod, Legolas rose and quickly followed him into the palace and down a maze of winding corridors. The cool air from the indoor shade calmed him slightly, easing some of the intense guilt he felt. At least Valia had requested his presence. That had to mean she did not hate him and was willing to at least talk to him.
'Unless she wishes to give me a sound lashing with her tongue before sending me from her sight forever,' thought Legolas ruefully.
'Excuse me, my lord? I did not quite hear what it was you said.' The servant slowed his pace a little, waiting for the Prince to repeat himself louder.
'I am sorry. I did not mean to speak aloud. I was thinking to myself.' Legolas received a curious glance from the servant, before he led him down another corridor, brightly decorated with rich tapestries in green and yellow. Down the hall, Elrond emerged from one of the many wooden doors. 'Thank you for fetching the Prince Isar.'
'Do you need anything else, my lord?' Isar asked, coming to stand before his master.
'No. You are free to go. Legolas, Valia has requested to see you.'
Legolas stared at the door he assumed she was concealed behind. 'How is she?' he asked. His palms had suddenly grown clammy, despite the cool breeze in the hallway.
'There will be bruising and she will be sore for a few days but there are no other injuries.' Elrond reached for the doorknob, softly turning it to admit Legolas but the firm grip on his arm stopped him.
'That is not exactly what I meant.' Legolas sounded nervous, a rarity that Elrond had never been privy to before. He turned to the elven prince, giving him his full attention. The poor prince looked like he was an elfling again, about to receive punishment for some mischievous act of wrongdoing. Dropping his hand, Legolas shuffled his feet while looking at the floor.
It took all of Elrond's willpower not to smile. He had long ago perfected the art of putting on a mask of seriousness despite his true feelings. He utilized that gift now. Taking Legolas' arm, he led the Prince a few steps away from the door and began speaking in a hushed voice. 'I assume you were speaking of her current disposition and not her injury?'
Legolas bobbed his head up and down, grateful that he did not have to explain himself. The action sent some of his blond hair falling forward and he hastily reached up to tuck the wayward strands behind his ear. 'I think it would be best if I know what to expect before I attempt to face her.'
'A very wise idea, Legolas,' Elrond said gravely, and could not help the twitch in his lips when apprehension crept into Legolas' eyes. This was going to be far too easy. 'You are very well aware that you have struck her, something any elven maiden would no doubt be angry about.'
'It was an accident. She does realize that, does she not?' Legolas sent a furtive glance towards the closed door.
'I rather think her field of thought is not dwelling upon your guilt or innocence in hitting her, but the fact that you started a fight in the first place.'
'Garand deserved more than what he received.'
'I do not object with you on that account. I saw everything that happened from my study. However, I caution you to be careful what you say to Valia. She does not seem to think that giving Garand a beating was the appropriate action to take.'
'And what was I supposed to do? Let him stand there while he mocked me?' Legolas asked in exasperation. He was beginning to let his emotions get the better of him, just as Elrond wanted.
'I do not think that the issue was that he insulted you.'
'Of course it was, unless you are referring to the fact that Garand was shamelessly trying to seduce Valia in public.'
'Now we are getting closer to the real issue. Tell me, why do Garand's attentions to Valia upset you so?'
'Because she does not wish his attentions and she has told him so, yet he refuses to leave her alone.'
'Valia is a responsible, mature maiden, Legolas. She can handle the unwanted attention of Garand on her own. Why do you feel such a strong need to defend her?'
'I do not know what you are hinting at Lord Elrond,' said Legolas in a huff.
'Never mind, you are keeping Valia waiting, which I fear will only add to her dark mood. I need to find Celebrian. I wish you luck,' Elrond said, smiling cryptically at Legolas. He then retreated down the hall. The rustling of his elegant robes was the only sound he made as he disappeared around a corner, leaving Legolas completely alone.
Hesitantly walking to the closed door, Legolas decided that the best course of action would be to nock. His mind was anything but calm as he tried to steel himself for the storm he was about to face.
He did not have long to wait. Before he could even move his hand, the door flew open and an enraged Valia appeared. Legolas just stood entirely still, all reason having left him. He quickly looked at her face, seeing that her right cheek was beginning to turn yellow, with a hint of black. The next thing that caught his attention was that she had changed into a dress of soft pink. The gauzy fabric delicately fluttered around her and if it were not for the angry expression on her face, Legolas would have been speechless at her unusual clothing. Her sunny hair hung freely down her back, only a few braids strategically placed to keep the glossy tresses out of her face.
'You look nice,' Legolas heard himself say, choosing to ignore the stupidity of the comment. There was nothing else he trusted himself to say right then. Taking in a deep breath, he moved past her and into the room. It caused the air to stir, sending the fabric of Valia's dress into another fluttering dance. Under any other circumstances Legolas would have thought it enchanting, but it was definitely not the time to consider pretty dresses or lovely honey colored hair.
Spinning around, Valia's eyes bored into his. She planted a hand on her hip and Legolas could see the visible intake of breath that swelled her chest and he braced himself for the coming fury. 'What was that out there?' she demanded.
'Valia,' Legolas sighed. Deciding to be brave, he walked up to her and took her hand, playing with her fingers. 'I did not mean to hurt you. I did not see you until it was too late to stop.'
'And that is supposed to make what you did all better?'
'No.' Legolas shook his head back and forth, sending his hair falling forward again. This time he did not attempt to push it back, instead looking down penitently at Valia. His remorseful expression almost got the best of her, which only added to Valia's anger. Snatching her hand away she moved to one of the windows and crossed her arms.
'That was stupid Legolas. Sheer stupidity.'
'He had no right to say the things he did to you or me.'
'And you had no right to retaliate in such a manner. That is what he wanted you to do, do you not realize that? He tried to goad you on into making a fool of yourself and he succeeded very easily.'
Her harsh words stung Legolas, not only because they were coming from her, but because they were absolutely true. He needed to secure her forgiveness before he could ever feel peace again. Valia watched as Legolas walked towards her again and gently took her hand in his.
'Forgive me mellon. I was not thinking, simply being foolish. His rude words angered me and I acted impulsively. Please relieve my guilt and say you forgive me.'
Those words acted like water to the fire of Valia's anger and she let out a large sigh and shook her head. 'I should make you pay for your actions,' she said, knowing she had been defeated.
'Does that mean I am forgiven?' asked Legolas, a hopeful smile gracing his face.
'Yes that means you are forgiven,' Valia admitted begrudgingly. 'You are almost a brother to me Legolas. I could not stay mad at you long, even if I tried.' She unexpectedly pulled Legolas into a tight hug and it took him a few moments to recover from his surprise and return her hold.
It felt good to hold her in his arms. She fit perfectly and he took advantage of the current state of her hair to run his hand through it. Hot breath tickled his neck as she let out a small burst of laughter and pulled away. A small stab of loss pierced him as her warmth left his body, but he quickly dismissed the idea.
'I will never forget the look of horror on Garand's face when you took your first step towards him. I thought he was going to turn on his heels and run away screaming for help.' The image made Legolas laugh, causing Valia to join in again.
'Stop!' Valia gasped out with a grimace, touching a hand to her sore cheek. 'It hurts to laugh.'
'I am sorry Valia.'
'Stop apologizing or I will take back my word and decide to not forgive you.'
'You cannot do that,' Legolas said with a smirk.
'O no? Say it one more time and watch me.'
Legolas raised a hand to his chin, pretending to contemplate doing just that. 'I think I have a better idea,' he said, a strange glint coming to his eye.
'I do not like the look in your eyes, Legolas,' Valia said, taking a few steps away from him. Legolas just smiled and was swiftly by her side, scooping Valia up into his arms.
'What are you doing?' Valia gasped, her arms instinctively latching around his neck for safety.
'Taking the invalid to lunch,' he answered as he strode out of the room. Even with the extra weight his movements were graceful and Valia marveled that she could not hear his footfalls.
'I am perfectly capable of walking there myself,' Valia said with a scowl, trying to wiggle out of his arms.
'But than I would have to face the wrath of Lord Elrond for letting you overexert yourself. He is extremely protective of you, you know that do you not?'
'I cannot win between the two of you,' Valia sighed with mock exasperation. 'Very well, carry away my dear prince, but I warn you that if you drop me I will not forgive you as easily as before.'
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Whoa, that was a very long chapter. I don't know where it all came from. Pretty please leave a review for me. Legolas agreed to let me have some lembas to give you as a reward. And if you leave your email address (please do that if you do review) I will be able to send you a thank you!