(A/N: to little-steve: thank you for giving me such a nice review! To Jen
Longbottom: thank you for your constructive criticism, I know it would be
almost impossible and very impractical if my character, Lenalaith, actually
was "real." However, I think I am just going to finish the story, for it
is almost at its end, and start on the next (less far-fetched, I hope)
story. As for the Ainur comment, I meant to say Aratar (fixing it as I
speak). I suppose this is a really outrageous story for some who know JRR
Tolkien's work much more than I do, but if you really cannot concentrate on
the story then perhaps read another, more believable story. I do apologize
for any inconvenience, and I hope my next story is more authentic.)
Lenalaith could not count how long she stayed there. The minutes seemed like mere seconds, and hours like minutes.
"Let us get you tidied up, shall we?" he smiled. She blushed.
After an hour of bathing in cool spring water, she dressed herself in a nice purple dress. Then retreated to 'her' chamber, in which she combed her hair. Gil-Galad came in minutes later.
"Now, dear, tell me. why have you not been here before? I would much rather you live here with people of your kind." She looked up at her father, her eyes blazing.
"I. well. mother sent me off in Middle-Earth as a human for a few years. before that, I lived with her. She doesn't want me to associate with Elven- kind," Lenalaith sighed, "But I seem to always be with them. She does not approve."
"Oh?"
"Oh father! She says she doesn't want me to make the same mistake she did. But. I fear I already have. I have fallen in love, with an Elf."
Gil-Galad did not disapprove; he instead smiled and said "I fell in love with your mother, if only for a while. I gave her that ring that you now wear. I fear we have now gone our different ways, but. you, my dear, still have many paths ahead of you."
Lenalaith smiled, "I am seeking him now. His name is Legolas Greenleaf, of Mirkwood- he is the prince- son of Thranduil, son of Oropher."
"What are you planning to do?"
Lenalaith sighed, "I think I shall leave here, soon. I wish not to linger long. Then I shall make my way to Alquafondë, then to Avallónë."
"How do you plan to get there?"
"Celebrían said that the Elves of Tirion could help me to Alquafondë. Then I suppose I could make it to Avallónë on my own."
"You truly are my daughter, perhaps too proud for her own good. I shall go with you."
"Oh! Are you truthful in your words or do my ears deceive me?" she asked her eyes lighting up.
"I said it, did I not?" he replied, smiling.
"Oh! Father!" she threw her arms around him.
"Let us go! Whatever are you waiting for?" she shouted, dancing around and frolicking happily.
"My dear, what would you do without me? Leaving without a single necessity," he smiled. He took her bag and found another one for himself.
"Come on! Let us leave now and waste no more time!" she whined impatiently. He just shook his head and continued to pack clothing, food, and drink.
"If it were up to you, you would leave with nothing. And then what would you do?"
"Die I suppose," she laughed, so happy to finally be going. She took her bag as soon as he closed it and ran to the stables. They were on their way. She was surprised how quickly time seemed to go with her father, and how far they seemed to travel in such short a time. She was so happy- being free and outside in the wonderful sun. She never did forget Legolas. he was constantly on her mind, haunting her thoughts, and feeding her dreams. She even wrote him a letter one day, on a piece of paper her father had packed.
My heart aches with visions of you The wonderful times we used to share Tell me now, and tell me true Say they are not a thing of the past
Will you have hope? Even when nothing is right Seek for me, as I seek you Until then, just remember, it was love at first sight
She folded it up and cried. It was by no means any outstanding piece of poetry, but it came from the heart. They rode farther on, and she rarely slept. When she did, she had no dreams. For four months, they rode east, and reached the beautiful arched gate of Alquafondë, the swan-haven, home of the sea elves and sailors. They entered the city atop their beautiful horses.
The city itself was a magnificent sight. Made of marble and decorated with pearls, the city was bustling about with activities of many sorts. They found a place to stay for some nights- the palace. It helped quite a bit that Gil-Galad was a famous Elven warrior of royalty, and that Lenalaith was the daughter of a Valar. Lenalaith was feeling restless. She needed to find Legolas soon. Instead, she fell into a very-needed sleep, still clutching her poem in her hand.
They were not in a forest this time, but in a meadow full of unnamed flowers. Lenalaith was again put into her human form.
"I miss you so." They embraced each other, never wanting to let go.
"Where are you?" Lenalaith asked.
"We are nearing the shores of Alquafondë."
Lenalaith's eyes lit up, "Really? That is where I am now! Oh, Legolas, I miss you so. I wish you were here now."
"I wish I was, too." Lenalaith handed him the paper.
"I fear our time is short. I shall see you soon," she said. He said nothing. She was hurt and her heart torn. 'Why did he not wish to speak with me?' she thought. She faded out of the dream back to reality.
Lenalaith could not count how long she stayed there. The minutes seemed like mere seconds, and hours like minutes.
"Let us get you tidied up, shall we?" he smiled. She blushed.
After an hour of bathing in cool spring water, she dressed herself in a nice purple dress. Then retreated to 'her' chamber, in which she combed her hair. Gil-Galad came in minutes later.
"Now, dear, tell me. why have you not been here before? I would much rather you live here with people of your kind." She looked up at her father, her eyes blazing.
"I. well. mother sent me off in Middle-Earth as a human for a few years. before that, I lived with her. She doesn't want me to associate with Elven- kind," Lenalaith sighed, "But I seem to always be with them. She does not approve."
"Oh?"
"Oh father! She says she doesn't want me to make the same mistake she did. But. I fear I already have. I have fallen in love, with an Elf."
Gil-Galad did not disapprove; he instead smiled and said "I fell in love with your mother, if only for a while. I gave her that ring that you now wear. I fear we have now gone our different ways, but. you, my dear, still have many paths ahead of you."
Lenalaith smiled, "I am seeking him now. His name is Legolas Greenleaf, of Mirkwood- he is the prince- son of Thranduil, son of Oropher."
"What are you planning to do?"
Lenalaith sighed, "I think I shall leave here, soon. I wish not to linger long. Then I shall make my way to Alquafondë, then to Avallónë."
"How do you plan to get there?"
"Celebrían said that the Elves of Tirion could help me to Alquafondë. Then I suppose I could make it to Avallónë on my own."
"You truly are my daughter, perhaps too proud for her own good. I shall go with you."
"Oh! Are you truthful in your words or do my ears deceive me?" she asked her eyes lighting up.
"I said it, did I not?" he replied, smiling.
"Oh! Father!" she threw her arms around him.
"Let us go! Whatever are you waiting for?" she shouted, dancing around and frolicking happily.
"My dear, what would you do without me? Leaving without a single necessity," he smiled. He took her bag and found another one for himself.
"Come on! Let us leave now and waste no more time!" she whined impatiently. He just shook his head and continued to pack clothing, food, and drink.
"If it were up to you, you would leave with nothing. And then what would you do?"
"Die I suppose," she laughed, so happy to finally be going. She took her bag as soon as he closed it and ran to the stables. They were on their way. She was surprised how quickly time seemed to go with her father, and how far they seemed to travel in such short a time. She was so happy- being free and outside in the wonderful sun. She never did forget Legolas. he was constantly on her mind, haunting her thoughts, and feeding her dreams. She even wrote him a letter one day, on a piece of paper her father had packed.
My heart aches with visions of you The wonderful times we used to share Tell me now, and tell me true Say they are not a thing of the past
Will you have hope? Even when nothing is right Seek for me, as I seek you Until then, just remember, it was love at first sight
She folded it up and cried. It was by no means any outstanding piece of poetry, but it came from the heart. They rode farther on, and she rarely slept. When she did, she had no dreams. For four months, they rode east, and reached the beautiful arched gate of Alquafondë, the swan-haven, home of the sea elves and sailors. They entered the city atop their beautiful horses.
The city itself was a magnificent sight. Made of marble and decorated with pearls, the city was bustling about with activities of many sorts. They found a place to stay for some nights- the palace. It helped quite a bit that Gil-Galad was a famous Elven warrior of royalty, and that Lenalaith was the daughter of a Valar. Lenalaith was feeling restless. She needed to find Legolas soon. Instead, she fell into a very-needed sleep, still clutching her poem in her hand.
They were not in a forest this time, but in a meadow full of unnamed flowers. Lenalaith was again put into her human form.
"I miss you so." They embraced each other, never wanting to let go.
"Where are you?" Lenalaith asked.
"We are nearing the shores of Alquafondë."
Lenalaith's eyes lit up, "Really? That is where I am now! Oh, Legolas, I miss you so. I wish you were here now."
"I wish I was, too." Lenalaith handed him the paper.
"I fear our time is short. I shall see you soon," she said. He said nothing. She was hurt and her heart torn. 'Why did he not wish to speak with me?' she thought. She faded out of the dream back to reality.