Hours passed as the sun rose through the beautiful windows of the palace,
the sun's rays shone through the doorway. Legolas opened the curtains of
the small room, which let the sunshine in. The human stirred and made a
small groan. Legolas looked over at the human again, in which he realized
for the first time, was a woman. He walked over to her, and pulled the
cloak back, revealing straight dark red, almost auburn, hair and a smooth,
but not quite fair, face.
Legolas was surprised, for he had no clue that humans could be this beautiful, in which he said, "You are beautiful." She rose quickly.
"Thank you," she replied sharply, to this, Legolas had no response to, except for the slight pink in his cheeks. He wondered why he was embarrassed, usually if he said something like that, the person whom he was complimenting would blush- not him.
"Do I know you?" she asked him.
"I don't believe we have met," he replied, trying to maintain himself from this girl who was sharp as his arrow at one moment and sweet the next. She fell silent for a moment.
"I'm sorry..." she responded upon reading the hurt look upon his face.
"Are you hurt?" Legolas asked the beautiful stranger.
"I was looking for my horse," she replied, "when a giant spider came out and attacked me. I took my sword and slay him, and I suppose I fell unconscious and now I am here. Where am I? Am I still in Mirkwood? And who are you?" she questioned.
"You are in the Elven King's Halls, near the Forest River. I am Legolas." At this, the stranger rose, surprised.
"I have heard of you, Legolas, of the fellowship, and prince of Mirkwood," at the last part, she turned away slightly.
"Would you like some water?"
"Yes, please."
"Come here!" Legolas called out the door, to a nearby elf.
"Yes?"
"Can you get some water for the human?" He bowed and walked off. Legolas and the stranger sat in silence for a moment, when the elf came back. He handed her the water.
"Thank you," she said to the elf. He bowed to Legolas and left the room.
"Where are you from? What is your name?" Legolas asked her, "I have told you mine," he added softly.
"I am Lenalaith of Esgaroth," she said, for the first time looking Legolas in the eye. It was then he realized she had blazing green eyes. He had traveled far and wide, but never had he seen eyes like hers. He thought for a moment.
"Lenalaith..." he let the name roll off his tongue, "That is an elvish name... Lend, sweet; and lalaith, laughter. Sweet laughter."
She smiled gravely, "Yes. My parents wanted me to have an elvish name, but they died in the War of the Ring."
Legolas hung his head, "I am sorry to hear that."
"It is much all right. I have lived on my own for many years and I am very much fine. In fact, I am almost better on my own," she stole a glance outside. "I should be leaving now." At this, Legolas snapped his head back up to look at the fair maiden.
"Lenalaith, please stay longer," he pleaded, surprising both Lenalaith and himself. Lenalaith looked at Legolas, her face stiff and his in a slight pout.
"I should be leaving now," she repeated. "Thank you for the water, and for finding my horse." She took her cloak and started walking out to the gate. Legolas followed her silently. He watched in pain as the beautiful girl mounted on her horse.
"Your beauty shines bright, my beloved," Legolas said. Lenalaith turned around, resisting the temptation of getting the last word. She pulled her cloak so it covered her beautiful face.
"Nemo lim, Laurina!" she commanded her horse. Come/ride/hurry on
"My heart shall weep until it sees thee again," Legolas whispered. Lenalaith turned sharply, her cloak now only half on against the wind. Legolas looked at her bright green eyes, and she turned back, riding off into her homeland. He feared it would be the last that he saw of her. He watched in pain as the beautiful girl rode atop her beautiful brown horse. His eyes moved as the girl rode west, until she was but a dot on the horizon and still he watched the space where she once was, when at last he turned away.
Legolas was surprised, for he had no clue that humans could be this beautiful, in which he said, "You are beautiful." She rose quickly.
"Thank you," she replied sharply, to this, Legolas had no response to, except for the slight pink in his cheeks. He wondered why he was embarrassed, usually if he said something like that, the person whom he was complimenting would blush- not him.
"Do I know you?" she asked him.
"I don't believe we have met," he replied, trying to maintain himself from this girl who was sharp as his arrow at one moment and sweet the next. She fell silent for a moment.
"I'm sorry..." she responded upon reading the hurt look upon his face.
"Are you hurt?" Legolas asked the beautiful stranger.
"I was looking for my horse," she replied, "when a giant spider came out and attacked me. I took my sword and slay him, and I suppose I fell unconscious and now I am here. Where am I? Am I still in Mirkwood? And who are you?" she questioned.
"You are in the Elven King's Halls, near the Forest River. I am Legolas." At this, the stranger rose, surprised.
"I have heard of you, Legolas, of the fellowship, and prince of Mirkwood," at the last part, she turned away slightly.
"Would you like some water?"
"Yes, please."
"Come here!" Legolas called out the door, to a nearby elf.
"Yes?"
"Can you get some water for the human?" He bowed and walked off. Legolas and the stranger sat in silence for a moment, when the elf came back. He handed her the water.
"Thank you," she said to the elf. He bowed to Legolas and left the room.
"Where are you from? What is your name?" Legolas asked her, "I have told you mine," he added softly.
"I am Lenalaith of Esgaroth," she said, for the first time looking Legolas in the eye. It was then he realized she had blazing green eyes. He had traveled far and wide, but never had he seen eyes like hers. He thought for a moment.
"Lenalaith..." he let the name roll off his tongue, "That is an elvish name... Lend, sweet; and lalaith, laughter. Sweet laughter."
She smiled gravely, "Yes. My parents wanted me to have an elvish name, but they died in the War of the Ring."
Legolas hung his head, "I am sorry to hear that."
"It is much all right. I have lived on my own for many years and I am very much fine. In fact, I am almost better on my own," she stole a glance outside. "I should be leaving now." At this, Legolas snapped his head back up to look at the fair maiden.
"Lenalaith, please stay longer," he pleaded, surprising both Lenalaith and himself. Lenalaith looked at Legolas, her face stiff and his in a slight pout.
"I should be leaving now," she repeated. "Thank you for the water, and for finding my horse." She took her cloak and started walking out to the gate. Legolas followed her silently. He watched in pain as the beautiful girl mounted on her horse.
"Your beauty shines bright, my beloved," Legolas said. Lenalaith turned around, resisting the temptation of getting the last word. She pulled her cloak so it covered her beautiful face.
"Nemo lim, Laurina!" she commanded her horse. Come/ride/hurry on
"My heart shall weep until it sees thee again," Legolas whispered. Lenalaith turned sharply, her cloak now only half on against the wind. Legolas looked at her bright green eyes, and she turned back, riding off into her homeland. He feared it would be the last that he saw of her. He watched in pain as the beautiful girl rode atop her beautiful brown horse. His eyes moved as the girl rode west, until she was but a dot on the horizon and still he watched the space where she once was, when at last he turned away.