She walked to the bed and lay on there for a while. Her mind reached back
to a familiar time, the last time she remembered sleeping on a bed- in
Mirkwood, when she was Lenalaith of Esgaroth, not Lenalaith daughter of
Vána. She fell asleep and wandered into a dream.
She was behind a tree near a forest clearing. She felt her ears- they were Man-ears. She took her hair and looked at it- red. She was Lenalaith of Esgaroth. In the center of the forest clearing, slept Legolas. She walked over to him, and sat down. She shook him awake gently, and he placed his head into her lap.
"Lenalaith."
"Legolas." She stroked his hair.
"This is a dream," he said sadly.
"Yes, it is only a dream. I miss you."
"I miss you, too." They sat in silence for a moment, just enjoying the other's company.
"Legolas, what do you fear?"
Legolas thought for a moment and replied, "I fear losing you."
"Have you lost faith? Have you lost faith in finding me?" Lenalaith asked desperately. Legolas did not respond.
"Do you love me?" she asked, a single tear falling from her face.
He tilted his head upward and responded, "Yes."
"Love. is giving someone the ability to destroy you, but trusting them not to. Do you trust me? Do you have faith?" He did not answer.
"Legolas, do you love me?" she asked again.
He was silent.
"I can not help but feeling," he said, "as if I am being sent on a wild chase. How can you be there, if you are of Men? So many questions. I just want you to. to be there. I want."
Lenalaith nodded, still stroking his hair. "There are so many things I wish to tell you, but I shan't until. until. you come. I fear, this is but a dream. I fear, you shall forget everything I have said to you. Please, Legolas, trust me. love me." she felt herself fading from the dream. She felt the soft bed underneath her and sighed sadly. She rose and looked out the window. It would be only a bit until morning. She walked to the mirror and looked at herself. It was the first time she had looked at herself since. since her early life in Lenalaith of Esgaroth.
She looked like a ghost. A pale, white being in the center of a large stone room. She was lost. She was empty inside, like a little girl trying to find herself. Her eyes were slightly heavy, but as she walked closer, she realized they were not the same piercing green ones as her human body; they were sea-green, like her mother's. Her hair was no longer the long, straight, auburn hair she once had; it was now long, slightly wavy, and strawberry-blonde. Her face was not colored, but pale, almost white. Her skin was covered in cuts and dirt. She was so different now.
No longer was she the beautiful yet dark human. She was goddess like. Beautiful by nature. Beautiful on the outside, but torn on the inside. She was perfect. Sorrowfully beautiful. So different from her human self. She was perfect. She looked as if she should be preserved in a statue. She hated herself. She saw the differences in both parts of her. Her indescribable beauty contrasted to her miserable spirit.
She was different. Everything that Legolas could possibly loved about her was now someone else's. She was a completely different being. She sunk into the floor, collapsed, and cried, oblivious to anything going on outside of her troubled mind.
Lenalaith was scooped into someone's arms, suddenly. Although it would not have been sudden if she had been paying attention.
"What are you doing? Why are you crying?" It was Gil-Galad. Suddenly, she felt very uncomfortable and jumped out.
"I wasn't crying," she snapped defensively, regaining her composure. She stood up straight. She looked into his eyes; they were pale blue. much like most elves.
"Who are you?"
"I am Ereinion Gil-Galad. I was the last High King of the Noldor. My father was King Fingon. I was the only son. I myself had no sons. and I was slain in the War of the Last Alliance and found myself in Valinor."
"You had no children?" Lenalaith asked curiously. Gil-Galad smiled at her, and then took her by the hand to the mirror. They stood next to one another, and it was at this moment Lenalaith noticed the strange similarities between them. They both stood tall, Lenalaith just a few inches shorter than him. They shared the same hair length, but not color. Her strawberry-blonde was a mixture of her father's dark auburn hair and her mother's light blonde. They shared the same almond shaped eyes, yet her eyes were now the color of her mother's. She cringed at this observation. Legolas had loved her green eyes, and they would never be again. Gil-Galad and Lenalaith both had the same fair skin; high cheekbones, although his were a little more distinctive; slender faces; and only slightly pointed chins. They had the same nose, small but distinct. She shared her mother's rosy lips and cheeks. She smiled broadly with tears streaming down her face.
"Am I? Is it true? Have I strayed into a dream?"
Gil-Galad smiled, "No, my daughter. You have not." He embraced her warmly.
She was behind a tree near a forest clearing. She felt her ears- they were Man-ears. She took her hair and looked at it- red. She was Lenalaith of Esgaroth. In the center of the forest clearing, slept Legolas. She walked over to him, and sat down. She shook him awake gently, and he placed his head into her lap.
"Lenalaith."
"Legolas." She stroked his hair.
"This is a dream," he said sadly.
"Yes, it is only a dream. I miss you."
"I miss you, too." They sat in silence for a moment, just enjoying the other's company.
"Legolas, what do you fear?"
Legolas thought for a moment and replied, "I fear losing you."
"Have you lost faith? Have you lost faith in finding me?" Lenalaith asked desperately. Legolas did not respond.
"Do you love me?" she asked, a single tear falling from her face.
He tilted his head upward and responded, "Yes."
"Love. is giving someone the ability to destroy you, but trusting them not to. Do you trust me? Do you have faith?" He did not answer.
"Legolas, do you love me?" she asked again.
He was silent.
"I can not help but feeling," he said, "as if I am being sent on a wild chase. How can you be there, if you are of Men? So many questions. I just want you to. to be there. I want."
Lenalaith nodded, still stroking his hair. "There are so many things I wish to tell you, but I shan't until. until. you come. I fear, this is but a dream. I fear, you shall forget everything I have said to you. Please, Legolas, trust me. love me." she felt herself fading from the dream. She felt the soft bed underneath her and sighed sadly. She rose and looked out the window. It would be only a bit until morning. She walked to the mirror and looked at herself. It was the first time she had looked at herself since. since her early life in Lenalaith of Esgaroth.
She looked like a ghost. A pale, white being in the center of a large stone room. She was lost. She was empty inside, like a little girl trying to find herself. Her eyes were slightly heavy, but as she walked closer, she realized they were not the same piercing green ones as her human body; they were sea-green, like her mother's. Her hair was no longer the long, straight, auburn hair she once had; it was now long, slightly wavy, and strawberry-blonde. Her face was not colored, but pale, almost white. Her skin was covered in cuts and dirt. She was so different now.
No longer was she the beautiful yet dark human. She was goddess like. Beautiful by nature. Beautiful on the outside, but torn on the inside. She was perfect. Sorrowfully beautiful. So different from her human self. She was perfect. She looked as if she should be preserved in a statue. She hated herself. She saw the differences in both parts of her. Her indescribable beauty contrasted to her miserable spirit.
She was different. Everything that Legolas could possibly loved about her was now someone else's. She was a completely different being. She sunk into the floor, collapsed, and cried, oblivious to anything going on outside of her troubled mind.
Lenalaith was scooped into someone's arms, suddenly. Although it would not have been sudden if she had been paying attention.
"What are you doing? Why are you crying?" It was Gil-Galad. Suddenly, she felt very uncomfortable and jumped out.
"I wasn't crying," she snapped defensively, regaining her composure. She stood up straight. She looked into his eyes; they were pale blue. much like most elves.
"Who are you?"
"I am Ereinion Gil-Galad. I was the last High King of the Noldor. My father was King Fingon. I was the only son. I myself had no sons. and I was slain in the War of the Last Alliance and found myself in Valinor."
"You had no children?" Lenalaith asked curiously. Gil-Galad smiled at her, and then took her by the hand to the mirror. They stood next to one another, and it was at this moment Lenalaith noticed the strange similarities between them. They both stood tall, Lenalaith just a few inches shorter than him. They shared the same hair length, but not color. Her strawberry-blonde was a mixture of her father's dark auburn hair and her mother's light blonde. They shared the same almond shaped eyes, yet her eyes were now the color of her mother's. She cringed at this observation. Legolas had loved her green eyes, and they would never be again. Gil-Galad and Lenalaith both had the same fair skin; high cheekbones, although his were a little more distinctive; slender faces; and only slightly pointed chins. They had the same nose, small but distinct. She shared her mother's rosy lips and cheeks. She smiled broadly with tears streaming down her face.
"Am I? Is it true? Have I strayed into a dream?"
Gil-Galad smiled, "No, my daughter. You have not." He embraced her warmly.