Disclaimer: You know the drill…No money made…don't sue, it's not worth it. The song is called "To Where You are" by Josh Groban…He owns it not me! Don't sue… Not worth it…
* 3 Days * Later *
Ainulindalë woke to the most beautiful singing she had ever heard. It was Legolas out on the balcony.
*…Deep within the stillness…
I can hear you speak…
You're still an inspiration…
Can it be?
That you are mine…
Forever loved…
And you are watching over me…
From up above…*
Ainulindalë got up, still listening. She walked quietly out onto the balcony. Legolas didn't notice, so she leaned against the entranceway. Then, suddenly, he ceased his singing and turned toward her.
"Please do continue," Ainulindalë bade. Legolas shook his head.
"I did not hear you wake," he replied.
Ainulindalë asked again and eventually he gave in. He looked out across Mirkwood forest and the sight brought forth his song.
*Are you gently sleeping…
Here inside my dreams?
And isn't faith believing…
All power can't be seen?
As my heart holds you…
Just one beat away…
I cherish all you've gave me…
Everyday…
'Cause you are mine…
Forever loved…
Watching me from up above…
And I believe…
That, angels bleed…
And that love will live on…
And never leave…
Fly me up to where you are…
Beyond the distant stars…
I wish upon tonight to see you smile…
If only for a while…
A breath away is not far…
I know you're there…
A breath away is not far…
To where you are…*
Legolas looked back toward Ainulindalë. She had her eyes closed, as if taken by the song. She remained like that for quite some time. He couldn't help but stare. Finally, she lazily opened her eyes.
"That was wonderful. Does it have a name?" She asked in a daze.
"No, it is just something that came to me one day," he replied.
"It's beautiful. I would name it 'A'maelamin'," she said thoughtfully.
"My beloved. I like it," he said quietly. "Hungry?"
"A little," she replied.
"Well, let's head down to the great hall for some breakfast," he said walking back into his room.
"The great hall?" She choked.
"Yes, it is too early. No one will be down there yet. What time is it? 6:30? They will have just put out the first of the food," he said grabbing her by the hand.
"But…wait-," she started.
"No one will recognize you," he said pulling her out the door. "I'll race you."
Legolas dashed down the corridor.
"I do not even know where I am going!" She shouted after him.
"Then, you'll have to keep up!" His voice echoed down the corridor.
"I'm in a night gown!" She called picking up part of the gown. She started running.
"That does not matter! You seem able in a gown! The other night must have slipped your mind (a/n no they didn't do that, yet) ," he said slowing down so she could catch up.
Legolas' remark made Ainulindalë furious. She stopped running and walked silently fuming. She caught up to him. He seemed to realize what he had said made her angry.
"I am sorry, my lady. What I said was spoken out of turn. I beg your forgiveness," he said quietly, avoiding her gaze.
"Indeed it was. As for forgiveness," she punched him in the arm with all of her strength, which made him whimper. "You are dually forgiven."
"I deserved that," he said, gingerly rubbing his arm.
"That you did," she said still fuming, but punching him helped.
Ainulindalë and Legolas made their way to the great hall. The breakfast was set as a buffet. Mountains of food were piled high onto silver platters. The great hall was beautifully decorated. Ainulindalë gazed around. There was some people there dining. No one she seemed to know.
"Ainulindalë!" A cheerful voice came from across the room. Ainulindalë's heart went ice cold.
"Legolas," she whispered frantically. "We have to leave…now!"
"Why?" He asked.
"Please…come on," she grabbed the sleeve of his shirt and pulled him toward the door.
"Ainulindalë!" The voice called again.
"Who is that?" Legolas asked as he was led out of the great hall.
"My best friend," she said. The woman was out of her seat and following the tow out the door.
"Why-," he started.
"Kiss me," she said slamming against a wall around the corner.
"What?!" He asked.
"Kiss me," she said again.
"But-," he began and she made an exasperated sigh.
Ainulindalë wrapped her arms around Legolas' neck and captured his lips in a passionate kiss. He tensed then relaxed, leaning into it. The emotion that passed between them was immeasurable. Any passer-bys would have thought they were lovers at the intensity. Many would have kept walking had they encountered the two, but not this woman.
"Ainulindalë! Where have you been? I have been looking all over for you! Brilthor is furious, leaving him at the altar like you did," she said standing beside the kissing couple. She did not seem to care she was intruding. Legolas abruptly ended the kiss.
"You left him at the altar?" He asked stepping back.
"That would explain the dress when you found me," Ainulindalë snapped.
"Sorry, I just thought that this, Brilthor, was only an engagement," he said in reply.
"Well, you must never trust assumptions," she said. The woman cleared her throat. "Oh, Legolas this is Hanak. Hanak this is Legolas," she said dryly. Hanak's eyes grew wide in disbelief. She dropped to her knees. 'Why do they feel the need to do that?' Legolas thought.
"Prince Legolas…I am honoured," she said in almost a whisper.
"Please, call me Legolas. Nice to meet you, Hanak," he said happily to Hanak. She blushed, rose to her feet and turned her attention, once again, to Ainulindalë.
"Have you completely gone mad? Brilthor was enraged! He has issued an award to who ever can return you to him," Hanak said. It was now Legolas' turn to be infuriated.
"What right has he to treat you like property! You are an elf and have every rite, just as everyone else, to marry for love to whom ever you choose," he said with rage. Ainulindalë rolled her eyes and turned to Hanak. Legolas continued ranting and began pacing.
"Legolas, calm down. It's o.k." She said, trying to console him, not looking at him.
"No, it's not o.k!" He said even more furious. He punched the corridor wall. He continued his rant and pacing.
"Anyway. Hanak you cannot tell anyone where I am. Not even mother o.k.? Promise me you will not tell anyone," Ainulindalë said seriously to Hanak.
"I promise I will not say anything to anyone. I could not stand in the way of your happiness," Hanak replied motioning toward the ranting Legolas. His hair was sort of disheveled at this point from ranting and pacing. Ainulindalë laughed at Legolas and Hanak's remark.
"Indeed," she replied. "Would you like to join us for breakfast?"
"I would love to. The elves I was sitting with were rather dull," Hanak laughed.
"Well, of course. They're noble aren't they? But this elf is far from dull," Ainulindalë laughed. "Darling?"
"What?" Legolas snapped. "Sorry."
"We are going to have breakfast, so when you are doing have you psychotic moment, would you care to join us?" she said sweetly. He nodded, punched the wall a fifth time and turned to follow the two.
"Why did you not tell me you planned to run?" Hanak asked.
"I did not plan to run. How else do you think I ended up here?" Ainulindalë replied. Hanak laughed.
"True," she said simply. They both laughed at this.
"What's so funny?" Legolas asked from behind the two.
"It's not important," Ainulindalë replied.
They re-entered the great hall. More elves had arrived, but no more than ten. More food had been piled onto the platters. They put food on their plates, found a table, sat at it and ate. They talked about many things and a main topic of interest, for Legolas anyway, was how the best friends had met.
Ainulindalë and Hanak had met when they were young. They were both tomboys. But on that particular day, both of their mothers had decided that their daughters needed to dress like young, noble ladies. So, Ainulindalë and Hanak were forced into dresses. They hated them. They couldn't run. They couldn't climb trees. Ainulindalë ran out into the forest and ripped off the crinolines of her dress and a good part of the sleeves. It turned out that Hanak did the exact same thing. They both were running in different parts of the wood, when they both emerged, at the exact same time, into a small clearing. Ainulindalë seemed to interest Hanak and vice versa for Ainulindalë. Neither of the two dared to believe what they saw. They were dressed exactly alike, ripped dresses in all. Soon, they were introducing themselves and talking and giggling like best friends. And they have been ever since.
After breakfast, Hanak had to return to her home. All three said their farewells. Hanak promised to write to Ainulindalë to tell her about how her family is and about Brilthor.
"Well, my lady, is there any particular place you would like to go?" Legolas asked as they waved to Hanak's departing entourage.
"The forest," Ainulindalë answered.
"As you wish," Legolas answered as Hanak disappeared into the forest.
A/N How is it flowing so far? Did you like it? Should I Keep Writing? Luv Gia