Chapter 9 - Songs Beneath the Spreading Branches
Legolas breathed a quiet sigh as he walked beside Gimli and the twins, following the rest of the party out of his father's great stone Hall. A warm summer breeze swirled about them as they stepped onto the emerald grass of the terrace, its verdure studded with small white flowers; the joyous singing of the birds greeted their ears, and the elusive scent of the colorful roses perfumed the air. All the magic of Eryn Lasgalen swelled to welcome them. Everything seemed to be intent on seducing Glorfindel into sensing the delights about him, except for the one thing that truly mattered.
Duilinn and Milui had been sent for fresh tea and pastries so they could enjoy their repast beneath the trees. Gwirith had been sent to find Glorfindel's belongings, and bring his harp so he might play and sing for them. Legolas wished that he had been the one sent to fetch and carry, anything to get out of this most uncomfortable situation that his little sister had placed them all in. He studied her back as she walked at Elrond's side, her arm laced through his as she chattered away at him like a magpie. The little imp had almost immediately attached herself to Imladris' Lord when they had left the Hall. Surely she had to know that what she was doing was extremely rude and totally uncalled for. She seemed unconcerned at what her behavior had done to many of them. Would she never learn? All she need do was look into Elrond's dark blue eyes to see the discomfort she was causing him.
Gimli was muttering under his breath, something in Khuzdul the Dwarvish language. Legolas could make out that it meant something about the stubbornness of certain royal Elves in his acquaintance. Legolas remembered the prickly beginning to their own friendship, so perhaps there was hope. As he gazed from his flirting sister's fluttering walk to Glorfindel's rather stiff gait, he wondered if there was any hope of a happy, amiable outcome. The twins exchanged glances, wondering if they had ever gotten into as much trouble as they knew Laerlend was about to get into. Though they had delighted, and still did, in their pranks and jests, they knew this was beyond anything they had ever done. Or would do. They shrugged at one another as if to say "Females! They play a different sort of game."
~We are not a happy group, ~ Legolas thought, suppressing another sigh. ~I can only hope that Glorfindel can sing away her rudeness. It would serve her right if he refuses to have her. I wouldn't take her after being treated in such a manner. Father is going to have her head if she has ruined this union with her thoughtlessness. ~
King Thranduil led them down a cobbled pathway that was lined on either side by his wife's roses. This path led to a small grove ringed with tall beech trees, with stands of carefully tended flowers and more rose bushes. Celevonringorn the Silver Circle was what Brenillass had named it so long ago. This had been the place where Thranduil had courted the Elf maiden that would one day be his wife and the mother of his children. He hoped that by bringing them all here Laerlend would perhaps recall what sort of lady her mother had been: gentle, kind, caring, and gracious. Just perhaps her daughter, who exhibited characteristics more like those of her father at his very, seldom seen worst, would behave with more decorum in this place that was so filled with of memories of her mother. Even though Laerlend walked behind him, he heard her voice falter slightly as she realized where it was they were going.
~Yes, nin iell, {my daughter}~ he thought grimly, glad that no one could see his face at that moment. ~I refuse to make this easy for you. If it is a game you wish to play, then a game you shall have. But it is a game you shall lose! ~
Mirithil sank gratefully into the cool green grass, leaning her back against the smooth bark of a beech tree, her eyes taking in the tall rose bushes with heavy blossoms humming with fat contented bees. Honeysuckle clambered over the grass, twining in the trees and flowering shrubs, and up the specially built trellises and fences, adding its delicate scent to the already heady summer air. Celebross sat at her bare feet, lifting them into his lap and massaging them, his blue eyes gazing at her with adoration and love. She sighed happily. Celevonringorn was a special place to them as well. Little Galadh had been conceived here beneath these very trees. The child's full name was Silielgaladh, Shining Tree, named for the place of his beginning. Mirithil smiled at her husband, feeling deeply contented and very happy. If only Laerlend could see past her own fears and doubts- and great stubbornness of will- she too might find true joy with Glorfindel as Mirithil had with Celebross. Her green eyes slid to where the Elf-lord had seated himself a bit apart from the others. She could see the annoyance and deep hurt that bloomed in those very blue eyes, and knew that her sister-in-law was treading on very dangerous ground. He was too polite to say anything as yet, but he would. He could not let such insults pass without a reprimand to her behavior. Mirithil gently touched her swollen belly, the golden ring on her right forefinger glinting in the sunlight.
"What will you sing for us when Gwirith returns with your harp, Lord Glorfindel?" she asked as her hand moved in slow circles about her round stomach, the babe kicking as if in anticipation of hearing his glorious voice, or at the joy of his parent's touch.
Glorfindel's eyes moved to gaze at her, and he smiled kindly. He felt a slight melancholy come over him as he watched the two lovers, noting the gentle looks, the touches that told of their great love and regard for one another. It seemed that they had achieved what he had not been aware was missing in his life until recently. Marriage had not entered into his thoughts much, the joining of two lives through love. He had always been content to be a part of Elrond's extended family, watching the love between his lord and his beautiful, doomed Celebrian. He had enjoyed every moment of seeing their three children growing into maturity as he had enjoyed watching others' children do the same. It had been thus with little Emlin and young Earendil, and the other children of Gondolin. From their entrance into this world, to their first smiles, the first faltering steps, and the first baby words, he had been a part of their lives. Now he realized that as wonderful as that had been, he was still only a watcher from outside. He loved the children dearly, but now he knew that he wanted children of his own; little ones looking at him with admiration and unconditional love, calling him "Ada," coming to him with their small hurts and disappointments, wanting him to kiss them away. He wanted to feel his child crawling into his bed after a bad dream, curling up between himself and his wife. He dropped his gaze momentarily, his slender fingers twining in the cool blades of grass, a feeling of deep hurt and disappointment sweeping over him. Had he truly thought, even for a moment, that Laerlend would take one look at him and fall deeply in love with him? Had he been that foolish? Yes, he admitted to himself, he had.
"What do you wish to hear?" he queried softly, thankful for her attempt to distract them all from what had happened earlier, though he knew it would not be so easily brushed aside, at least not by him.
"Hmmm," she sighed, still seeing the heartache written in his eyes and the way he sat hunched slightly as if in defeat. "A love song is always good. Or something fun." She knew he probably didn't wish to sing of love at this moment, but a good romantic song sung by any male with a lovely voice was always Laerlend's undoing.
"I told you," Elladan said, throwing a blade of grass at his brother. "We should have asked Bilbo -"
"Or Master Samwise," Elrohir chimed in, throwing the grass back at his brother.
"For a funny song," they finished together, with nods at one another.
Legolas and Gimli laughed in amusement at them, and the twins rewarded them by throwing grass at them. Gimli grumped as it became entangled in his luxuriant reddish beard.
"Never fear, Gimli," Legolas assured him in a quiet voice, his blue eyes dancing with mischief. "I am sure Milui will be more than happy to help you extricate any grass that adorns your beard. It does match your ribbon though, so perhaps you should leave it."
The Dwarf looked over at the two girls who were approaching them, gracefully balancing the well-laden trays. Well he knew that the silly Milui would offer to help him. She would probably go running to fetch a brush for him. He felt his face heat unexpectedly. That foolish Elf maiden, he thought gruffly. What could you possibly see in a gruff old Dwarf like me? Why should I get so flustered because Legolas mentions her? Foolishness!
"How are those Hobbits?" the Dwarf asked pointedly, not looking at Legolas as he addressed this question to the twins to Elrond. He was glad to feel the blush dying out of his cheeks. He would not have it said of him that he fell in love with an Elf maiden with hair of . . .well, her hair was not of gold. It was a rich auburn, not too unlike his own hair, with wonderful rich highlights of deepest red like the heart of a forge's fire, and yes, gold, as pure and lovely as Lady Galadriel's own. He shook head. He would not be so foolish as to fall under another Elf's spell, certainly not this slip of a girl. She could in no way compare with the Lady of Lorien, but . . . He growled low in his throat, silently cursing the Elves that seemed to ensnare members of his family so easily.
"Very well," the younger ebony haired son of Elrond answered with a smile as he edged slightly away from Laerlend, who was scowling at him rather fiercely. She has no sense of humor at all this day, he thought in bewilderment. "We receive letters from Frodo quite regularly," he continued, "telling of all that has been accomplished in the Shire. They are amazing creatures. Bilbo wanted to accompany us here, but we told him he would have to wait for the wed-" he hesitated as he nearly said "the wedding," knowing that perhaps this was not the correct moment to mention it.
An uncomfortable silence fell, and even Laerlend felt her face redden and her scowl deepen. Here in this place she would not say anything that would disgrace her mother. She knew that this was why Adar had brought them here. He had won this battle it seemed, but he had not won the war. It was very hard to keep her eyes from straying toward Glorfindel. He had such a bright presence and he was so very comely that she was in a constant struggle with herself to keep her eyes on Elrond. Inside she was panicking, though her face showed none of her distracted and unwanted feelings. She could not hear him sing. Well Mirithil knew that! It was not her new babe that needed to hear his voice, but her little sister-in- law who sat squirming uncomfortably. Nay, she would not hear him sing again! Never! She would have to think of a way to distract them, keep him from singing. She looked up to see Duilinn and Milui coming toward them bearing carved trays laden with the tea and food. Perhaps if she spilled her tea on Elrond, or on herself, it might work. Oh, why couldn't there be any spiders about now to send Aralith into hysterics, or at least to cause a diversion for the twins, which would cause a large diversion for the rest of them? They would certainly want to pursue it. That was all they had ever talked of when they were younger. If only they had known about that one silly spider that Legolas had -
Suddenly the sounds of three very diverse voices were heard coming toward them through the trees. One was a fair soprano, clear and silvery as a bell; a melodious tenor, one often heard singing to the trees and stars; the third, changed with years of practice to a deep baritone that held something Elvish about it, yet it was quite unlike any other voice heard in Eryn Lasgalen, and it was never destined to be entirely Elvish. They were singing a rather silly song, causing the twins to grin at one another and then gaze at Legolas, their eyes bright with merriment. Gimli snorted with laughter and slapped his friend heartily on the back. Elrond grinned as well in spite of Laerlend's too close proximity, and looked to Thranduil, who had one golden eyebrow raised. The King of Eryn Lasgalen chuckled anyway, Curon and Tellenlagor joining him. Mirithil and Celebross smiled and laughed with delight, Mirithil clapping her hands. Aralith shook his head, and lay back on the grass gazing at the sky thinking what a strange gathering this was becoming. Even Laerlend couldn't suppress the smile that spread over her lips. Glorfindel glanced over at Legolas, and the two smiled at one another as the three approached slowly, knowing quite well that the others had seen them and were watching their arrival with anticipation.
Eryn Lasgalen's third prince reddened slightly upon hearing the words that were being sung. Then he laughed and shook his head. It was a song called "Ode to a Singing Orc Princess." Gimli had made quite certain that everyone knew of the Legend of the Singing Orc Princess as told to the Fellowship by Boromir as they had rested in Hollin near the beginning of their quest to destroy the One Ring. Legolas had been mortified that something that had happened so many years before had become a legend amongst the Orcs that lived near Gondor. Who would have thought that three silly young Elves would be mistaken for a Singing Orc Princess and her attendants by a group of wandering Orcs from the Misty Mountains? Now a song had been written about it, by an Orc no less, and it was sung on occasion for the amusement of them all.
The three singers approached the group seated in the grass, their forms as much of a study in contrast as were their voices. Gwirith's beautiful face was wreathed in smiles as she walked beside her companions, her slim arms laced with theirs. Her long spill of dark gold hair swung at her hips, some twining with this one's rich brown, and the other's now waist length black hair. In this one's free arm was cradled Glorfindel's harp still wrapped in its protective ebony leather covering embroidered with golden flowers and vines. Legolas rose gracefully and moved to meet them grinning widely.
Elrond smiled at Thranduil, who shook his head in bemusement and delight.
"Mae Govannen, Elu Heneb," Oropher's son called. "It is good to see you again."
The Orc felt an overwhelming sense of happiness and acceptance that he had yearned for his entire life sweep over him at the Wood Elf King's words. It had taken years for Thranduil to look upon him with anything but loathing and distrust, until that fateful day during the War of the Ring in Gwaeron (March) of 3019 when forces from Dol Guldur had attacked Thranduil's realm. The Elves had been able to defeat the Orcs and other forces from that dark tower, but with great loss. Elu had been gravely injured and nearly died proving his devotion to his adopted kin, the Elves of Mirkwood. From that day onward Thranduil knew where the Orc's loyalty lay, and they all at last had truly accepted him as a Warrior of Mirkwood.
He gazed at the assembled group. He knew them all and felt a special affection for several of them. Elrond had taught him the healing arts during his stay in Rivendell; he had made a treacherous journey across Caradhras with Glorfindel to Lorien after Gandalf's fall in Moria; Mithrandir had always viewed him as a wonder and had been kind to him from the very first. Of them all though it was Legolas that he held in highest regard and love. He carefully handed Gwirith the harp before embracing the Elf, lifting him off the ground in a bear hug.
"Legolas Elvellon!" he exclaimed happily, a wide grin splitting his face.
When he was once more placed on his feet, Legolas returned the embrace and then moved to greet his young friend. Aralas was the son of Sylvan Elves named Erioduin and Niphredil. Erioduin had been disappeared one night while on watch near the southern reaches of Thranduil's realm. Ever a fey and wild creature, Nephredil had gone off in search of him. She had been ever a wanderer and often carried away by her whims in the past, but she had never returned this time. Tanglinna had gladly taken the child in as his parents were the only family the boy had. Thranduil had rejoiced to see it, for an air of lightheartedness and happiness had filled the old archer's life after the child entered it. Aralas, who had inherited his mother's rich gold-flecked green eyes that shone now with happiness, embraced his friend.
"Meren govadiel, Aralas(Joyous meeting)," Legolas said with a smile. "I can't wait to hear of all your adventures with Elu."
Aralas grinned at him, and laughed.
"And I cannot wait to tell them to you." He turned slightly and was caught in a fierce embrace by Thranduil, who kissed his forehead.
"Welcome home, land-heneb min (wide-eyed one)," the king whispered, enfolding the young one into his arms once more. Tanglinna's foster child was filled with the wonder of the world about him, and had ever been. This was something that Tanglinna had fostered in him, finding new joy in the rediscovery of so many things that had lost their charm when his wife and son had died.
The trees and birds and the small things of the forest were all Aralas' friends, and he was found ever in their company, chattering away quietly or singing "with them" as he was often heard to say. The fear of his wandering off to never return filled Thranduil with dismay, but he didn't appear to have inherited his mother's wanderlust as yet. He was all that remained of his friend and former Master Archer, even if the child wasn't his by blood. Aralas' forays were usually confined to the reaches of Eryn Lasgalen, and always he returned home, happy and bursting with tales to tell and songs to sing. It would be hard enough to lose Legolas to the sea-longing without wondering if Aralas too, would disappear into the trees as his father and mother had.
While Thranduil led the youth to greet their guests, Legolas turned to the Orc.
"Of all the songs that you have written Elu," Legolas said in a low, mirth-filled voice, "why did you choose that one?"
The Orc laughed lightly, one arm draped companionably about his friend's shoulders.
"I think it did what was required, Legolas Elvellon," he answered in a voice just as quiet. "I thought you were the one for playing pranks and tricks, but I see your tithen gwathel (little sister) has taken it one step further."
"Or two," Legolas whispered with a grimace as he glanced at her. "Or perhaps three. Thank you, my friend. Your song is very welcome and much appreciated . . .even if I wish you could have sung of some other subject."
"Another subject, Elvellon? Hmm . . . Perhaps we could have sung 'Legolas the Sparkly Green and the Lost and Wandering Dwarf'." He turned to wink at Gwirith, whose musical giggles filled the air. "I have been trying to teach Lindir to sing that one with me and Aralas, but he spends more time laughing than singing."
Legolas smiled, picturing the young, lighthearted Elf. The year before, he had wed his beloved Meneliell, and she was expecting their first child. They were planning on naming him Brethilmist, after one of Legolas' best friends that had been slain on that fateful night when Orcs had attacked Thranduil's realm to bring about the escape of the creature Gollum whom the Wood Elves had been watching for Mithrandir and Aragorn. Brethil had indeed been full of life and laughter, as well as his renowned "wandering" tongue. Legolas smiled, remembering the rambling monologues that Brethil excelled at. Much had been lost on that night, but even as Legolas remembered with lingering loss the three slain beneath the great oak tree Beleg Doron, he also recalled all the good times that they had experienced together throughout their lives. It would be with joy that he would greet the little Elfling when he was born.
Elu had greeted the individual members of the private party, moving last to Glorfindel. The tall golden Elf-lord rose gracefully to his feet and embraced the Orc as easily as he would any Elf. They held one another out at arm's length and smiled.
"Le ni Balrog Dagnir, Malthenfinnel (You are a Balrog Slayer, Golden Hair or Goldilocks. Gar-le malthen lam ath echad-le gell or-he. (You have {a} golden voice {that} will make you triumph over her. ). Sin tithen, breg Balrog al-ath orteli le (This small, fierce Balrog will not overcome you)" Elu whispered into the pointed ear as he pulled the Elf into one more embrace.
Glorfindel smiled wryly at the sentiment and then laughed, wondering if the Orc had just given him one small key to the girl's heart.
"He al-ath nair gar-im meldiron mav-le" (She will not when I have (a) great friend like you)," he whispered back.
The two stood smiling at one another, then turned to look down at Laerlend who had stood to greet Tanglinna's foster child. Aralas then moved to sit comfortably by the king, his quiet, excited voice chirping away. He knew that Thranduil would always welcome his tales of adventures, and the things the trees had told him in his travels. Laerlend had caught the word Balrog in the whispered exchange between Glorfindel and Elu, and wondered what that could have meant, and why were they looking at her? She didn't like the slow, sly smile that crept over Glorfindel's beautiful face or the look of mischief in the Orc's blue eyes.
A le (And you), Elu? she thought, narrowing her eyes. You will stand with him as well, will you? Well, none of you will be able to defeat me. Nothing will make me love him. They couldn't be comparing ME to a Balrog . . . could they? A pout marred her face as she turned away from them deliberately, but not before she had seen the smiles of triumph on their faces as they stood with their arms draped about one another's shoulders. She found herself staring into Aralas' sparkling Sylvan eyes. She snorted slightly, shifting her eyes to stare at the sprinkling of small yellow flowers in the grass at her feet.
Elu took the harp from the smiling Gwirith and handed it with a graceful bow to Glorfindel.
"I believe you were about to sing, Lord Goldilocks," he said with a grin, then moved to sit by Legolas and Gimli.
"Yes," Glorfindel answered with another glance at Laerlend, as he seated himself upon the grass and deftly removed the harp's cover. "I was."
Author's Notes
First I apologize for the very long space of time that has passed since I last posted. RL was quite hectic and I did not have time to do what I wanted to do, only what I HAD to do. Things have returned to what passes for normal, so I HOPE sincerely that I won't keep you waiting that long again! ^_^
To everyone who has not read the author's "Orc Stories" and thinks that I have lost my marbles by writing about a "good" Orc, well . . . maybe I have lost my marbles. g Elu Heneb has a long history in my LOTR universe with Legolas. They had many good times as well as many painful times. It was not an easy friendship, but it has managed to survive the many obstacles in its way. Elu is an unusual Orc and I hope you will give him a chance even if he is, well, an Orc. Those stories are undergoing some revision right now to bring all my fics into line with one another.
As to the reference to the Singing Orc Princess, this refers to something that happened in my other fic "In the Hall of the Wood Elf King" - one of Legolas' Embarrassing Moments. g The Legend as told by Boromir is in my other fic "Once Upon A Time In Hollin". It seems that a group of Orcs had come upon a beautiful golden haired Singing Orc Princess in Mirkwood. They were certain that the "Evil Elves" had captured her and forced her to stay there. Because of her fairness the of course fell in love with her, marveling at her strength and wildness when "she" fought them off. Only it wasn't an Orc Princess you see, it was a certain Elf prince trying to rectify some of the consequences that occurred due to some of the 'pranks' and silliness he had gotten into. ^_^ Welcome to my LOTR universe.
Brethilmist means "beech or birch (take your choice) wandering". There was no word that I could find for rambling so I chose wandering.
Also my Lindir is NOT Lindir of Rivendell though he will be appearing in this story later. My Lindir is an Elf of Eryn Lasgalen. That might confuse things a bit, but we shall see. g
Many thanks to al my beta reader for "greening my rough draft." She now thinks I have a comma-phobia. The cure was a little too good and I seem to have gone the other direction. 0_0
Response to Reviewers
annakas - I am trying to make things work for Laerlend and Glorfindel, though she does deserve to be smacked, spanked, or pushed off something steep and high. Or doused with Morn Nen water.hmm.. g
Bronwyn - I am afraid Legolas' past is rather "unforgettable" to all concerned. The twins are behaving because they have promised Elrond that they would for this one day. But to quote Scarlett O'Hara "Tomorrow is another day." Laerlend is fighting a losing battle she just won't admit it. She is very stubborn! ^0^
Lady of Legolas - Oh, yes. She is flirting with Elrond. Does she like Glorfindel? Heh heh. ^_^ If she does she isn't admitting it . . . even to herself. A love triangle?? Hmmm..
JastaElf - Legolas' track record speaks for itself, and everyone knows that if something is afoot then he is in the middle of it. Just not this time! And yes, Laerlend deserves some smacking! She will get hers never fear. g
aranel-elf - So Legolas should do some butt kicking??!! LOL He should! She does deserve it! But I suspect that he would have to get in line behind his father, Lord Elrond, Glorfindel . . . g
Jessica - I am glad that you liked Mirithil. I have gotten rather fond of her myself! Yes, there will be a happy ending in here somewhere! I am just having a slight problem convincing Laerlend of that! g
Artanis - Well, Artanis, I have decided that Glorfindel is MINE too, so you will just have to share him! I have some ideas on how he will break her stubbornness. He will have a lot of help from his many friends, too! ~_^
PuterPatty - I thought of Assfelloff, too! LOL Thank you, al!! Laerlend will not know what hit her, though right now she deserves to be dumped off Assfelloff! g I wonder what he thinks of her!!
Sake - Glorfindel does deserve better than her. But we shall see! g
morchaint - She flirts and hurts, wicked child that she is! She will get hers one day soon now! I am looking forward to writing Erestor, Lindir, and all the others of Rivendell. ^0^
Mercredi - Legolas was rather taken aback by the accusations in the last chapter, so a clever reply never entered his mind. After all he was innocent this time! He is out of practice being so well behaved right now and all. I will see what I can do to remedy that. wicked grin
Anita - Sounds like you have the *hots* for Glorfindel as well! So do I!! *sigh* Feel free to push Laerlend off a dike! It is very flat where I live too, so I will have to push her out of a tree! Glorfindel is irresistible, and she is about to find that out for herself!
Lakergurl13 - Laerlend is being very mean, but she will find out what it is like to be. . . heh heh. Yes, soon Legolas and the twins, not to mention Gimli . . . and maybe Elu . . .will get to have some fun and not behave with such good manners. As for the bush. . . it will have a bigger part later I promise. g I am glad that you like the bush!
Furius - Well, the fun won't stop for a time. I can't seem to wrap anything up neatly in just a few chapters. Again thank you so much for the Elrond flirtation idea. Things will heat up later! ~_^
IRENA - g Yes, smacking and spanking seem to be the general consensus for her punishment. She is a very wicked child!
Alexis Rayette - I can imagine Legolas as a fun, delightful prankster myself. g Laerlend is about to have the tables turned on her and perhaps learn a few lessons on the way.
gershwin - Sounds like you could tell Laerlend a thing or two! Or three! I suspect there are several somones (characters and readers alike) who have things to tell that young Elf maiden! If they do not take care of it, you are welcome to! :)
al - Yes, Mirithil saved the day, didn't she! That is what big sis-in-laws are for. Many of us would indeed gladly change places with Laerlend. Even the Legolas' droolers like you! ^_~ Well, you know where I stand on this issue!
Seaweed - I hope your exams went well. Glorfindel is hurting because of her rude words. Wow! I can still write pain! g I am glad you are enjoying this "elven romance." I intend to have Gimli in it throughout the entire thing. My daughter has just recently become a fan of the Dwarf! I love your new axe! Sound very COOL! LOL Love it!!
addicted - Thank you so much for loving my commas! LOL My beta says they were sadly lacking in this chapter and put in several "add a comma" on my rough draft! Go figure! g
Clarenova - Yes, Glorfindel isn't as popular as he should be! Well, we will just have to work at rectifying this gross oversight! *waves I HEART GLORFINDEL banner*
Karina - Eternity is a long time to be married to a brat! And unfortunately that is what Laerlend is being right now. But things will change! The twins are definitely twice the fun, and I am hoping to get some excitement and silliness out of them and a few others before this is done. They have all behaved entirely too proper in this thus far! ;)
Nancing Elf - Tell Gwibess Jr. that I send greetings, and assure her that even I know that you would never leave Legolas! Glorfindel is MINE anyway! g LOL Red flags went up in my head when I started writing about the "tea." For once though Legolas was innocent, and he still manages to get blamed! But that is part of the fun! ^_^
calenedhel - Pretty sparkly picture! The best kind! Hope you have calmed down now! ~_^
Kele-kesen - Well, you have read the whole thing! :) That makes me happy! You've been tearing through all my old stuff as well! That REALLY makes me happy! Look for more funny later on!
kaya - I haven't written a Mary-Sue yet, and I don't plan to, so thank you for taking a chance with this one! Glorfindel and Gandalf are the only two that pop into my head that have ever died and come back. Strange too. They were both met their demise while slaying a Balrog!
ccg - Spanked, smacked, and pushed off various objects seems to be what everyone wants to happen to Laerlend. I am glad you thought that the "tea exchange" was priceless! I rather enjoyed that part myself! g
Daphne - I am glad you are enjoying this and thought the last one was funny! I did too! ^_^
Legolas breathed a quiet sigh as he walked beside Gimli and the twins, following the rest of the party out of his father's great stone Hall. A warm summer breeze swirled about them as they stepped onto the emerald grass of the terrace, its verdure studded with small white flowers; the joyous singing of the birds greeted their ears, and the elusive scent of the colorful roses perfumed the air. All the magic of Eryn Lasgalen swelled to welcome them. Everything seemed to be intent on seducing Glorfindel into sensing the delights about him, except for the one thing that truly mattered.
Duilinn and Milui had been sent for fresh tea and pastries so they could enjoy their repast beneath the trees. Gwirith had been sent to find Glorfindel's belongings, and bring his harp so he might play and sing for them. Legolas wished that he had been the one sent to fetch and carry, anything to get out of this most uncomfortable situation that his little sister had placed them all in. He studied her back as she walked at Elrond's side, her arm laced through his as she chattered away at him like a magpie. The little imp had almost immediately attached herself to Imladris' Lord when they had left the Hall. Surely she had to know that what she was doing was extremely rude and totally uncalled for. She seemed unconcerned at what her behavior had done to many of them. Would she never learn? All she need do was look into Elrond's dark blue eyes to see the discomfort she was causing him.
Gimli was muttering under his breath, something in Khuzdul the Dwarvish language. Legolas could make out that it meant something about the stubbornness of certain royal Elves in his acquaintance. Legolas remembered the prickly beginning to their own friendship, so perhaps there was hope. As he gazed from his flirting sister's fluttering walk to Glorfindel's rather stiff gait, he wondered if there was any hope of a happy, amiable outcome. The twins exchanged glances, wondering if they had ever gotten into as much trouble as they knew Laerlend was about to get into. Though they had delighted, and still did, in their pranks and jests, they knew this was beyond anything they had ever done. Or would do. They shrugged at one another as if to say "Females! They play a different sort of game."
~We are not a happy group, ~ Legolas thought, suppressing another sigh. ~I can only hope that Glorfindel can sing away her rudeness. It would serve her right if he refuses to have her. I wouldn't take her after being treated in such a manner. Father is going to have her head if she has ruined this union with her thoughtlessness. ~
King Thranduil led them down a cobbled pathway that was lined on either side by his wife's roses. This path led to a small grove ringed with tall beech trees, with stands of carefully tended flowers and more rose bushes. Celevonringorn the Silver Circle was what Brenillass had named it so long ago. This had been the place where Thranduil had courted the Elf maiden that would one day be his wife and the mother of his children. He hoped that by bringing them all here Laerlend would perhaps recall what sort of lady her mother had been: gentle, kind, caring, and gracious. Just perhaps her daughter, who exhibited characteristics more like those of her father at his very, seldom seen worst, would behave with more decorum in this place that was so filled with of memories of her mother. Even though Laerlend walked behind him, he heard her voice falter slightly as she realized where it was they were going.
~Yes, nin iell, {my daughter}~ he thought grimly, glad that no one could see his face at that moment. ~I refuse to make this easy for you. If it is a game you wish to play, then a game you shall have. But it is a game you shall lose! ~
Mirithil sank gratefully into the cool green grass, leaning her back against the smooth bark of a beech tree, her eyes taking in the tall rose bushes with heavy blossoms humming with fat contented bees. Honeysuckle clambered over the grass, twining in the trees and flowering shrubs, and up the specially built trellises and fences, adding its delicate scent to the already heady summer air. Celebross sat at her bare feet, lifting them into his lap and massaging them, his blue eyes gazing at her with adoration and love. She sighed happily. Celevonringorn was a special place to them as well. Little Galadh had been conceived here beneath these very trees. The child's full name was Silielgaladh, Shining Tree, named for the place of his beginning. Mirithil smiled at her husband, feeling deeply contented and very happy. If only Laerlend could see past her own fears and doubts- and great stubbornness of will- she too might find true joy with Glorfindel as Mirithil had with Celebross. Her green eyes slid to where the Elf-lord had seated himself a bit apart from the others. She could see the annoyance and deep hurt that bloomed in those very blue eyes, and knew that her sister-in-law was treading on very dangerous ground. He was too polite to say anything as yet, but he would. He could not let such insults pass without a reprimand to her behavior. Mirithil gently touched her swollen belly, the golden ring on her right forefinger glinting in the sunlight.
"What will you sing for us when Gwirith returns with your harp, Lord Glorfindel?" she asked as her hand moved in slow circles about her round stomach, the babe kicking as if in anticipation of hearing his glorious voice, or at the joy of his parent's touch.
Glorfindel's eyes moved to gaze at her, and he smiled kindly. He felt a slight melancholy come over him as he watched the two lovers, noting the gentle looks, the touches that told of their great love and regard for one another. It seemed that they had achieved what he had not been aware was missing in his life until recently. Marriage had not entered into his thoughts much, the joining of two lives through love. He had always been content to be a part of Elrond's extended family, watching the love between his lord and his beautiful, doomed Celebrian. He had enjoyed every moment of seeing their three children growing into maturity as he had enjoyed watching others' children do the same. It had been thus with little Emlin and young Earendil, and the other children of Gondolin. From their entrance into this world, to their first smiles, the first faltering steps, and the first baby words, he had been a part of their lives. Now he realized that as wonderful as that had been, he was still only a watcher from outside. He loved the children dearly, but now he knew that he wanted children of his own; little ones looking at him with admiration and unconditional love, calling him "Ada," coming to him with their small hurts and disappointments, wanting him to kiss them away. He wanted to feel his child crawling into his bed after a bad dream, curling up between himself and his wife. He dropped his gaze momentarily, his slender fingers twining in the cool blades of grass, a feeling of deep hurt and disappointment sweeping over him. Had he truly thought, even for a moment, that Laerlend would take one look at him and fall deeply in love with him? Had he been that foolish? Yes, he admitted to himself, he had.
"What do you wish to hear?" he queried softly, thankful for her attempt to distract them all from what had happened earlier, though he knew it would not be so easily brushed aside, at least not by him.
"Hmmm," she sighed, still seeing the heartache written in his eyes and the way he sat hunched slightly as if in defeat. "A love song is always good. Or something fun." She knew he probably didn't wish to sing of love at this moment, but a good romantic song sung by any male with a lovely voice was always Laerlend's undoing.
"I told you," Elladan said, throwing a blade of grass at his brother. "We should have asked Bilbo -"
"Or Master Samwise," Elrohir chimed in, throwing the grass back at his brother.
"For a funny song," they finished together, with nods at one another.
Legolas and Gimli laughed in amusement at them, and the twins rewarded them by throwing grass at them. Gimli grumped as it became entangled in his luxuriant reddish beard.
"Never fear, Gimli," Legolas assured him in a quiet voice, his blue eyes dancing with mischief. "I am sure Milui will be more than happy to help you extricate any grass that adorns your beard. It does match your ribbon though, so perhaps you should leave it."
The Dwarf looked over at the two girls who were approaching them, gracefully balancing the well-laden trays. Well he knew that the silly Milui would offer to help him. She would probably go running to fetch a brush for him. He felt his face heat unexpectedly. That foolish Elf maiden, he thought gruffly. What could you possibly see in a gruff old Dwarf like me? Why should I get so flustered because Legolas mentions her? Foolishness!
"How are those Hobbits?" the Dwarf asked pointedly, not looking at Legolas as he addressed this question to the twins to Elrond. He was glad to feel the blush dying out of his cheeks. He would not have it said of him that he fell in love with an Elf maiden with hair of . . .well, her hair was not of gold. It was a rich auburn, not too unlike his own hair, with wonderful rich highlights of deepest red like the heart of a forge's fire, and yes, gold, as pure and lovely as Lady Galadriel's own. He shook head. He would not be so foolish as to fall under another Elf's spell, certainly not this slip of a girl. She could in no way compare with the Lady of Lorien, but . . . He growled low in his throat, silently cursing the Elves that seemed to ensnare members of his family so easily.
"Very well," the younger ebony haired son of Elrond answered with a smile as he edged slightly away from Laerlend, who was scowling at him rather fiercely. She has no sense of humor at all this day, he thought in bewilderment. "We receive letters from Frodo quite regularly," he continued, "telling of all that has been accomplished in the Shire. They are amazing creatures. Bilbo wanted to accompany us here, but we told him he would have to wait for the wed-" he hesitated as he nearly said "the wedding," knowing that perhaps this was not the correct moment to mention it.
An uncomfortable silence fell, and even Laerlend felt her face redden and her scowl deepen. Here in this place she would not say anything that would disgrace her mother. She knew that this was why Adar had brought them here. He had won this battle it seemed, but he had not won the war. It was very hard to keep her eyes from straying toward Glorfindel. He had such a bright presence and he was so very comely that she was in a constant struggle with herself to keep her eyes on Elrond. Inside she was panicking, though her face showed none of her distracted and unwanted feelings. She could not hear him sing. Well Mirithil knew that! It was not her new babe that needed to hear his voice, but her little sister-in- law who sat squirming uncomfortably. Nay, she would not hear him sing again! Never! She would have to think of a way to distract them, keep him from singing. She looked up to see Duilinn and Milui coming toward them bearing carved trays laden with the tea and food. Perhaps if she spilled her tea on Elrond, or on herself, it might work. Oh, why couldn't there be any spiders about now to send Aralith into hysterics, or at least to cause a diversion for the twins, which would cause a large diversion for the rest of them? They would certainly want to pursue it. That was all they had ever talked of when they were younger. If only they had known about that one silly spider that Legolas had -
Suddenly the sounds of three very diverse voices were heard coming toward them through the trees. One was a fair soprano, clear and silvery as a bell; a melodious tenor, one often heard singing to the trees and stars; the third, changed with years of practice to a deep baritone that held something Elvish about it, yet it was quite unlike any other voice heard in Eryn Lasgalen, and it was never destined to be entirely Elvish. They were singing a rather silly song, causing the twins to grin at one another and then gaze at Legolas, their eyes bright with merriment. Gimli snorted with laughter and slapped his friend heartily on the back. Elrond grinned as well in spite of Laerlend's too close proximity, and looked to Thranduil, who had one golden eyebrow raised. The King of Eryn Lasgalen chuckled anyway, Curon and Tellenlagor joining him. Mirithil and Celebross smiled and laughed with delight, Mirithil clapping her hands. Aralith shook his head, and lay back on the grass gazing at the sky thinking what a strange gathering this was becoming. Even Laerlend couldn't suppress the smile that spread over her lips. Glorfindel glanced over at Legolas, and the two smiled at one another as the three approached slowly, knowing quite well that the others had seen them and were watching their arrival with anticipation.
Eryn Lasgalen's third prince reddened slightly upon hearing the words that were being sung. Then he laughed and shook his head. It was a song called "Ode to a Singing Orc Princess." Gimli had made quite certain that everyone knew of the Legend of the Singing Orc Princess as told to the Fellowship by Boromir as they had rested in Hollin near the beginning of their quest to destroy the One Ring. Legolas had been mortified that something that had happened so many years before had become a legend amongst the Orcs that lived near Gondor. Who would have thought that three silly young Elves would be mistaken for a Singing Orc Princess and her attendants by a group of wandering Orcs from the Misty Mountains? Now a song had been written about it, by an Orc no less, and it was sung on occasion for the amusement of them all.
The three singers approached the group seated in the grass, their forms as much of a study in contrast as were their voices. Gwirith's beautiful face was wreathed in smiles as she walked beside her companions, her slim arms laced with theirs. Her long spill of dark gold hair swung at her hips, some twining with this one's rich brown, and the other's now waist length black hair. In this one's free arm was cradled Glorfindel's harp still wrapped in its protective ebony leather covering embroidered with golden flowers and vines. Legolas rose gracefully and moved to meet them grinning widely.
Elrond smiled at Thranduil, who shook his head in bemusement and delight.
"Mae Govannen, Elu Heneb," Oropher's son called. "It is good to see you again."
The Orc felt an overwhelming sense of happiness and acceptance that he had yearned for his entire life sweep over him at the Wood Elf King's words. It had taken years for Thranduil to look upon him with anything but loathing and distrust, until that fateful day during the War of the Ring in Gwaeron (March) of 3019 when forces from Dol Guldur had attacked Thranduil's realm. The Elves had been able to defeat the Orcs and other forces from that dark tower, but with great loss. Elu had been gravely injured and nearly died proving his devotion to his adopted kin, the Elves of Mirkwood. From that day onward Thranduil knew where the Orc's loyalty lay, and they all at last had truly accepted him as a Warrior of Mirkwood.
He gazed at the assembled group. He knew them all and felt a special affection for several of them. Elrond had taught him the healing arts during his stay in Rivendell; he had made a treacherous journey across Caradhras with Glorfindel to Lorien after Gandalf's fall in Moria; Mithrandir had always viewed him as a wonder and had been kind to him from the very first. Of them all though it was Legolas that he held in highest regard and love. He carefully handed Gwirith the harp before embracing the Elf, lifting him off the ground in a bear hug.
"Legolas Elvellon!" he exclaimed happily, a wide grin splitting his face.
When he was once more placed on his feet, Legolas returned the embrace and then moved to greet his young friend. Aralas was the son of Sylvan Elves named Erioduin and Niphredil. Erioduin had been disappeared one night while on watch near the southern reaches of Thranduil's realm. Ever a fey and wild creature, Nephredil had gone off in search of him. She had been ever a wanderer and often carried away by her whims in the past, but she had never returned this time. Tanglinna had gladly taken the child in as his parents were the only family the boy had. Thranduil had rejoiced to see it, for an air of lightheartedness and happiness had filled the old archer's life after the child entered it. Aralas, who had inherited his mother's rich gold-flecked green eyes that shone now with happiness, embraced his friend.
"Meren govadiel, Aralas(Joyous meeting)," Legolas said with a smile. "I can't wait to hear of all your adventures with Elu."
Aralas grinned at him, and laughed.
"And I cannot wait to tell them to you." He turned slightly and was caught in a fierce embrace by Thranduil, who kissed his forehead.
"Welcome home, land-heneb min (wide-eyed one)," the king whispered, enfolding the young one into his arms once more. Tanglinna's foster child was filled with the wonder of the world about him, and had ever been. This was something that Tanglinna had fostered in him, finding new joy in the rediscovery of so many things that had lost their charm when his wife and son had died.
The trees and birds and the small things of the forest were all Aralas' friends, and he was found ever in their company, chattering away quietly or singing "with them" as he was often heard to say. The fear of his wandering off to never return filled Thranduil with dismay, but he didn't appear to have inherited his mother's wanderlust as yet. He was all that remained of his friend and former Master Archer, even if the child wasn't his by blood. Aralas' forays were usually confined to the reaches of Eryn Lasgalen, and always he returned home, happy and bursting with tales to tell and songs to sing. It would be hard enough to lose Legolas to the sea-longing without wondering if Aralas too, would disappear into the trees as his father and mother had.
While Thranduil led the youth to greet their guests, Legolas turned to the Orc.
"Of all the songs that you have written Elu," Legolas said in a low, mirth-filled voice, "why did you choose that one?"
The Orc laughed lightly, one arm draped companionably about his friend's shoulders.
"I think it did what was required, Legolas Elvellon," he answered in a voice just as quiet. "I thought you were the one for playing pranks and tricks, but I see your tithen gwathel (little sister) has taken it one step further."
"Or two," Legolas whispered with a grimace as he glanced at her. "Or perhaps three. Thank you, my friend. Your song is very welcome and much appreciated . . .even if I wish you could have sung of some other subject."
"Another subject, Elvellon? Hmm . . . Perhaps we could have sung 'Legolas the Sparkly Green and the Lost and Wandering Dwarf'." He turned to wink at Gwirith, whose musical giggles filled the air. "I have been trying to teach Lindir to sing that one with me and Aralas, but he spends more time laughing than singing."
Legolas smiled, picturing the young, lighthearted Elf. The year before, he had wed his beloved Meneliell, and she was expecting their first child. They were planning on naming him Brethilmist, after one of Legolas' best friends that had been slain on that fateful night when Orcs had attacked Thranduil's realm to bring about the escape of the creature Gollum whom the Wood Elves had been watching for Mithrandir and Aragorn. Brethil had indeed been full of life and laughter, as well as his renowned "wandering" tongue. Legolas smiled, remembering the rambling monologues that Brethil excelled at. Much had been lost on that night, but even as Legolas remembered with lingering loss the three slain beneath the great oak tree Beleg Doron, he also recalled all the good times that they had experienced together throughout their lives. It would be with joy that he would greet the little Elfling when he was born.
Elu had greeted the individual members of the private party, moving last to Glorfindel. The tall golden Elf-lord rose gracefully to his feet and embraced the Orc as easily as he would any Elf. They held one another out at arm's length and smiled.
"Le ni Balrog Dagnir, Malthenfinnel (You are a Balrog Slayer, Golden Hair or Goldilocks. Gar-le malthen lam ath echad-le gell or-he. (You have {a} golden voice {that} will make you triumph over her. ). Sin tithen, breg Balrog al-ath orteli le (This small, fierce Balrog will not overcome you)" Elu whispered into the pointed ear as he pulled the Elf into one more embrace.
Glorfindel smiled wryly at the sentiment and then laughed, wondering if the Orc had just given him one small key to the girl's heart.
"He al-ath nair gar-im meldiron mav-le" (She will not when I have (a) great friend like you)," he whispered back.
The two stood smiling at one another, then turned to look down at Laerlend who had stood to greet Tanglinna's foster child. Aralas then moved to sit comfortably by the king, his quiet, excited voice chirping away. He knew that Thranduil would always welcome his tales of adventures, and the things the trees had told him in his travels. Laerlend had caught the word Balrog in the whispered exchange between Glorfindel and Elu, and wondered what that could have meant, and why were they looking at her? She didn't like the slow, sly smile that crept over Glorfindel's beautiful face or the look of mischief in the Orc's blue eyes.
A le (And you), Elu? she thought, narrowing her eyes. You will stand with him as well, will you? Well, none of you will be able to defeat me. Nothing will make me love him. They couldn't be comparing ME to a Balrog . . . could they? A pout marred her face as she turned away from them deliberately, but not before she had seen the smiles of triumph on their faces as they stood with their arms draped about one another's shoulders. She found herself staring into Aralas' sparkling Sylvan eyes. She snorted slightly, shifting her eyes to stare at the sprinkling of small yellow flowers in the grass at her feet.
Elu took the harp from the smiling Gwirith and handed it with a graceful bow to Glorfindel.
"I believe you were about to sing, Lord Goldilocks," he said with a grin, then moved to sit by Legolas and Gimli.
"Yes," Glorfindel answered with another glance at Laerlend, as he seated himself upon the grass and deftly removed the harp's cover. "I was."
Author's Notes
First I apologize for the very long space of time that has passed since I last posted. RL was quite hectic and I did not have time to do what I wanted to do, only what I HAD to do. Things have returned to what passes for normal, so I HOPE sincerely that I won't keep you waiting that long again! ^_^
To everyone who has not read the author's "Orc Stories" and thinks that I have lost my marbles by writing about a "good" Orc, well . . . maybe I have lost my marbles. g Elu Heneb has a long history in my LOTR universe with Legolas. They had many good times as well as many painful times. It was not an easy friendship, but it has managed to survive the many obstacles in its way. Elu is an unusual Orc and I hope you will give him a chance even if he is, well, an Orc. Those stories are undergoing some revision right now to bring all my fics into line with one another.
As to the reference to the Singing Orc Princess, this refers to something that happened in my other fic "In the Hall of the Wood Elf King" - one of Legolas' Embarrassing Moments. g The Legend as told by Boromir is in my other fic "Once Upon A Time In Hollin". It seems that a group of Orcs had come upon a beautiful golden haired Singing Orc Princess in Mirkwood. They were certain that the "Evil Elves" had captured her and forced her to stay there. Because of her fairness the of course fell in love with her, marveling at her strength and wildness when "she" fought them off. Only it wasn't an Orc Princess you see, it was a certain Elf prince trying to rectify some of the consequences that occurred due to some of the 'pranks' and silliness he had gotten into. ^_^ Welcome to my LOTR universe.
Brethilmist means "beech or birch (take your choice) wandering". There was no word that I could find for rambling so I chose wandering.
Also my Lindir is NOT Lindir of Rivendell though he will be appearing in this story later. My Lindir is an Elf of Eryn Lasgalen. That might confuse things a bit, but we shall see. g
Many thanks to al my beta reader for "greening my rough draft." She now thinks I have a comma-phobia. The cure was a little too good and I seem to have gone the other direction. 0_0
Response to Reviewers
annakas - I am trying to make things work for Laerlend and Glorfindel, though she does deserve to be smacked, spanked, or pushed off something steep and high. Or doused with Morn Nen water.hmm.. g
Bronwyn - I am afraid Legolas' past is rather "unforgettable" to all concerned. The twins are behaving because they have promised Elrond that they would for this one day. But to quote Scarlett O'Hara "Tomorrow is another day." Laerlend is fighting a losing battle she just won't admit it. She is very stubborn! ^0^
Lady of Legolas - Oh, yes. She is flirting with Elrond. Does she like Glorfindel? Heh heh. ^_^ If she does she isn't admitting it . . . even to herself. A love triangle?? Hmmm..
JastaElf - Legolas' track record speaks for itself, and everyone knows that if something is afoot then he is in the middle of it. Just not this time! And yes, Laerlend deserves some smacking! She will get hers never fear. g
aranel-elf - So Legolas should do some butt kicking??!! LOL He should! She does deserve it! But I suspect that he would have to get in line behind his father, Lord Elrond, Glorfindel . . . g
Jessica - I am glad that you liked Mirithil. I have gotten rather fond of her myself! Yes, there will be a happy ending in here somewhere! I am just having a slight problem convincing Laerlend of that! g
Artanis - Well, Artanis, I have decided that Glorfindel is MINE too, so you will just have to share him! I have some ideas on how he will break her stubbornness. He will have a lot of help from his many friends, too! ~_^
PuterPatty - I thought of Assfelloff, too! LOL Thank you, al!! Laerlend will not know what hit her, though right now she deserves to be dumped off Assfelloff! g I wonder what he thinks of her!!
Sake - Glorfindel does deserve better than her. But we shall see! g
morchaint - She flirts and hurts, wicked child that she is! She will get hers one day soon now! I am looking forward to writing Erestor, Lindir, and all the others of Rivendell. ^0^
Mercredi - Legolas was rather taken aback by the accusations in the last chapter, so a clever reply never entered his mind. After all he was innocent this time! He is out of practice being so well behaved right now and all. I will see what I can do to remedy that. wicked grin
Anita - Sounds like you have the *hots* for Glorfindel as well! So do I!! *sigh* Feel free to push Laerlend off a dike! It is very flat where I live too, so I will have to push her out of a tree! Glorfindel is irresistible, and she is about to find that out for herself!
Lakergurl13 - Laerlend is being very mean, but she will find out what it is like to be. . . heh heh. Yes, soon Legolas and the twins, not to mention Gimli . . . and maybe Elu . . .will get to have some fun and not behave with such good manners. As for the bush. . . it will have a bigger part later I promise. g I am glad that you like the bush!
Furius - Well, the fun won't stop for a time. I can't seem to wrap anything up neatly in just a few chapters. Again thank you so much for the Elrond flirtation idea. Things will heat up later! ~_^
IRENA - g Yes, smacking and spanking seem to be the general consensus for her punishment. She is a very wicked child!
Alexis Rayette - I can imagine Legolas as a fun, delightful prankster myself. g Laerlend is about to have the tables turned on her and perhaps learn a few lessons on the way.
gershwin - Sounds like you could tell Laerlend a thing or two! Or three! I suspect there are several somones (characters and readers alike) who have things to tell that young Elf maiden! If they do not take care of it, you are welcome to! :)
al - Yes, Mirithil saved the day, didn't she! That is what big sis-in-laws are for. Many of us would indeed gladly change places with Laerlend. Even the Legolas' droolers like you! ^_~ Well, you know where I stand on this issue!
Seaweed - I hope your exams went well. Glorfindel is hurting because of her rude words. Wow! I can still write pain! g I am glad you are enjoying this "elven romance." I intend to have Gimli in it throughout the entire thing. My daughter has just recently become a fan of the Dwarf! I love your new axe! Sound very COOL! LOL Love it!!
addicted - Thank you so much for loving my commas! LOL My beta says they were sadly lacking in this chapter and put in several "add a comma" on my rough draft! Go figure! g
Clarenova - Yes, Glorfindel isn't as popular as he should be! Well, we will just have to work at rectifying this gross oversight! *waves I HEART GLORFINDEL banner*
Karina - Eternity is a long time to be married to a brat! And unfortunately that is what Laerlend is being right now. But things will change! The twins are definitely twice the fun, and I am hoping to get some excitement and silliness out of them and a few others before this is done. They have all behaved entirely too proper in this thus far! ;)
Nancing Elf - Tell Gwibess Jr. that I send greetings, and assure her that even I know that you would never leave Legolas! Glorfindel is MINE anyway! g LOL Red flags went up in my head when I started writing about the "tea." For once though Legolas was innocent, and he still manages to get blamed! But that is part of the fun! ^_^
calenedhel - Pretty sparkly picture! The best kind! Hope you have calmed down now! ~_^
Kele-kesen - Well, you have read the whole thing! :) That makes me happy! You've been tearing through all my old stuff as well! That REALLY makes me happy! Look for more funny later on!
kaya - I haven't written a Mary-Sue yet, and I don't plan to, so thank you for taking a chance with this one! Glorfindel and Gandalf are the only two that pop into my head that have ever died and come back. Strange too. They were both met their demise while slaying a Balrog!
ccg - Spanked, smacked, and pushed off various objects seems to be what everyone wants to happen to Laerlend. I am glad you thought that the "tea exchange" was priceless! I rather enjoyed that part myself! g
Daphne - I am glad you are enjoying this and thought the last one was funny! I did too! ^_^