Her head shot out of the covers. He's losing faith. It was all she could
think about. She ran outside to the beach and sat in the cool midnight
sand. She sat there and cried. She sang to Ulmo, the King of the Sea, a
song in Elvish. a sad song, a longing song. After that, she waited. Her
father found her there the next morning.
"My dear, Lenalaith, wherever are you doing here? You look dreadful." She looked up at her father, who was standing next to her, her eyes red and glossy with tears.
"What is the matter with me? Why must I go on like this?" she asked. He sat down next to her.
"Lenalaith. Lenalaith. there is nothing the matter with you."
"Then tell me why, father. Why?"
"What do you want me to tell you?"
"Why does he not love me anymore?" His eyes fell sadly and he wrapped his arms around her.
"Lenalaith, he loves you. I am sure of it."
"No. no, he does not. We met again, in our dreams. He said nothing, save that he was nearing the ports."
He could not think of anything to say to comfort his poor, heart-broken daughter, but instead he stayed with her. He tried, without success, to get her up and about- to enjoy the beautiful scenery. But, alas, she stayed still, refusing to move. Only two days later had Legolas and a dwarf reached the distance. Lenalaith jumped up, her heart joyous. She ran into the water; it was cold and made her dress swirl about her legs.
"Legolas!" she shouted. He was still a little far off, but he could hear her shouts. She stood in the cold water, unaware and uncaring of the cold pain shooting up her legs. The wind blew gently, and she almost shivered. He came closer to her and she could see that he was in a small white boat with a dwarf.
"Legolas!" she shouted again and again, until her voice was beginning to leave and her throat becoming hoarse. He reached the sand in a matter of minutes, though Lenalaith thought it hours. He gracefully jumped out of the boat, and the dwarf, Gimli, following, though not without some difficulty.
"Boats." he muttered to himself angrily, "Such a trouble and all for what?" then his eyes met the beautiful city.
"Ah, Gimli. my good friend, we now reach the city of Alquafondë. It is beautiful, is it not?"
"Yes, yes." Lenalaith was a little bit off, so she ran towards them with difficulty. 'It is quite hard to run in a long, damp dress,' she thought to herself.
"Legolas!" she called out once again, finally reaching her. Legolas looked surprised, and he had right to be. A slightly shorter, beautiful, fair, Elven girl ran up to him, her long white dress soaked up to her waist, and the trail covered in sand, but her face happy.
"Greetings," he said, taking her hand and kissing it gently, "I suppose you know of my name, may I ask yours?"
Her smile faded and her shining happy eyes became dull and abandoned. Her heart fell and she felt herself sinking into the ground. She wished to disappear, to be rid of this world forever. Her insides were eaten and replaced with emptiness.
"Miss, are you all right?" he asked. He must have said other things in the whole minute that she was silent, but she was immune to everything.
"Miss, miss?" he kept asking. She looked up at him and then Gimli, who looked as though he wanted to say something but the words were lost. She could feel her eyes widening and she was unsure of what to say.
"I. I should be off now," she said, taking her hand from his and walked quickly. She started running along a path which led to a small garden with a tree in the center. There was a rock in the center of the road, and she tripped and fell face-first onto the dirt.
"I am of the utmost disgrace," she muttered to herself.
"Miss, are you all right?" She could recognize that voice from anywhere, and she did not turn around. Instead, she scrambled to her feet and continued running when she reached the tree.
"Miss!" She could hear him calling her. She couldn't talk to him now. never again. She climbed the tree, with difficulty. Her mother never approved of her doing anything 'un-ladylike.' But she found herself always doing things her mother specifically wanted her not do to. She jumped, reaching the lowest branch and hanging about a foot off the ground. She moved backwards and hooked her legs around the branch then stood up. She kept climbing, until she could climb no more, for at the top the branches were too thin and would break.
"Miss?" he asked. She tried to hold her breath, for she knew of his excellent hearing. 'Maybe, if I'm really quiet-' her thoughts were interrupted when her slipper fell off. Silent curses bounced in her head. But, she didn't hear anything. 'Perhaps he went away!' she thought, happy she would not have to face him. She sighed almost sadly to herself, trying to recollect her thoughts and mentally think of the good things and bad of him leaving.
"Miss, you dropped your shoe."
"Ah!" she shouted, falling from the branch. Then, she felt a strong hand grip her wrist and she was pulled back up.
"Miss, are you all right? You dropped your shoe; I thought you might have wanted it back." Lenalaith sat near the tree and Legolas on her other side.
"Thank you," she took her shoe and placed it on her foot.
"So, what is your name?" She looked away from him, ignoring his questions.
"Miss.? Unless you want me to keep calling you 'Miss'."
"I do not think we shall see each other again, so I think that you need not know my name."
"Why do you believe we shan't see each other again?" he grinned. Her face turned angry- he knew. Her mouth was open in shock.
"I believe we will be seeing much more of each other," he smiled, handing her a piece of crumpled paper. She unfolded it- it was her poem that she had written to him. Suddenly, she felt a long warm hand on the upper part of her chest. She tried to pull away, but somehow her heart overtook her head and she leaned in instead. He grasped the necklace that she still wore.
"It is you," he said, "You kept it."
"Yes," she said looking away.
"Look at me," he gently pulled her towards him with the necklace. She looked at him in the eye- his pale blue ones met her sea-green ones.
"I look different."
"You look beautiful."
"How did you recognize me?"
"I just knew. I saw your face, full of the same beauty that I once seen before and I knew it was worth it. Lenalaith, I love you."
"I love you, Legolas. Oh, how I have so much to tell you!"
"You can tell me later, right now, I wish to be reacquainted with you."
"Whatever do you mean?" she asked. He grinned and leaned in, meeting his lips with hers. He crawled over closer to her as their lips touched. Her back was against the tree, and Legolas was against her. She felt his hands gently caress her face as she took her arms and wrapped them around his back.
Suddenly a voice came from below, "Legolas! Where are you?" The voice was gruff and annoyed. Legolas broke the kiss, but still held her face.
"Do forgive me, Gimli. I fear I am in a little situation at the moment," Legolas gave a little chuckle and to his surprise Lenalaith laughed too. It was the first time he could remember her laughing like this- so happy and pure.
"Lenalaith, sweet laughter." He kissed her on the cheek and they began their new life together.
**The End! Finally! Tell me what you think- leave a review!**
"My dear, Lenalaith, wherever are you doing here? You look dreadful." She looked up at her father, who was standing next to her, her eyes red and glossy with tears.
"What is the matter with me? Why must I go on like this?" she asked. He sat down next to her.
"Lenalaith. Lenalaith. there is nothing the matter with you."
"Then tell me why, father. Why?"
"What do you want me to tell you?"
"Why does he not love me anymore?" His eyes fell sadly and he wrapped his arms around her.
"Lenalaith, he loves you. I am sure of it."
"No. no, he does not. We met again, in our dreams. He said nothing, save that he was nearing the ports."
He could not think of anything to say to comfort his poor, heart-broken daughter, but instead he stayed with her. He tried, without success, to get her up and about- to enjoy the beautiful scenery. But, alas, she stayed still, refusing to move. Only two days later had Legolas and a dwarf reached the distance. Lenalaith jumped up, her heart joyous. She ran into the water; it was cold and made her dress swirl about her legs.
"Legolas!" she shouted. He was still a little far off, but he could hear her shouts. She stood in the cold water, unaware and uncaring of the cold pain shooting up her legs. The wind blew gently, and she almost shivered. He came closer to her and she could see that he was in a small white boat with a dwarf.
"Legolas!" she shouted again and again, until her voice was beginning to leave and her throat becoming hoarse. He reached the sand in a matter of minutes, though Lenalaith thought it hours. He gracefully jumped out of the boat, and the dwarf, Gimli, following, though not without some difficulty.
"Boats." he muttered to himself angrily, "Such a trouble and all for what?" then his eyes met the beautiful city.
"Ah, Gimli. my good friend, we now reach the city of Alquafondë. It is beautiful, is it not?"
"Yes, yes." Lenalaith was a little bit off, so she ran towards them with difficulty. 'It is quite hard to run in a long, damp dress,' she thought to herself.
"Legolas!" she called out once again, finally reaching her. Legolas looked surprised, and he had right to be. A slightly shorter, beautiful, fair, Elven girl ran up to him, her long white dress soaked up to her waist, and the trail covered in sand, but her face happy.
"Greetings," he said, taking her hand and kissing it gently, "I suppose you know of my name, may I ask yours?"
Her smile faded and her shining happy eyes became dull and abandoned. Her heart fell and she felt herself sinking into the ground. She wished to disappear, to be rid of this world forever. Her insides were eaten and replaced with emptiness.
"Miss, are you all right?" he asked. He must have said other things in the whole minute that she was silent, but she was immune to everything.
"Miss, miss?" he kept asking. She looked up at him and then Gimli, who looked as though he wanted to say something but the words were lost. She could feel her eyes widening and she was unsure of what to say.
"I. I should be off now," she said, taking her hand from his and walked quickly. She started running along a path which led to a small garden with a tree in the center. There was a rock in the center of the road, and she tripped and fell face-first onto the dirt.
"I am of the utmost disgrace," she muttered to herself.
"Miss, are you all right?" She could recognize that voice from anywhere, and she did not turn around. Instead, she scrambled to her feet and continued running when she reached the tree.
"Miss!" She could hear him calling her. She couldn't talk to him now. never again. She climbed the tree, with difficulty. Her mother never approved of her doing anything 'un-ladylike.' But she found herself always doing things her mother specifically wanted her not do to. She jumped, reaching the lowest branch and hanging about a foot off the ground. She moved backwards and hooked her legs around the branch then stood up. She kept climbing, until she could climb no more, for at the top the branches were too thin and would break.
"Miss?" he asked. She tried to hold her breath, for she knew of his excellent hearing. 'Maybe, if I'm really quiet-' her thoughts were interrupted when her slipper fell off. Silent curses bounced in her head. But, she didn't hear anything. 'Perhaps he went away!' she thought, happy she would not have to face him. She sighed almost sadly to herself, trying to recollect her thoughts and mentally think of the good things and bad of him leaving.
"Miss, you dropped your shoe."
"Ah!" she shouted, falling from the branch. Then, she felt a strong hand grip her wrist and she was pulled back up.
"Miss, are you all right? You dropped your shoe; I thought you might have wanted it back." Lenalaith sat near the tree and Legolas on her other side.
"Thank you," she took her shoe and placed it on her foot.
"So, what is your name?" She looked away from him, ignoring his questions.
"Miss.? Unless you want me to keep calling you 'Miss'."
"I do not think we shall see each other again, so I think that you need not know my name."
"Why do you believe we shan't see each other again?" he grinned. Her face turned angry- he knew. Her mouth was open in shock.
"I believe we will be seeing much more of each other," he smiled, handing her a piece of crumpled paper. She unfolded it- it was her poem that she had written to him. Suddenly, she felt a long warm hand on the upper part of her chest. She tried to pull away, but somehow her heart overtook her head and she leaned in instead. He grasped the necklace that she still wore.
"It is you," he said, "You kept it."
"Yes," she said looking away.
"Look at me," he gently pulled her towards him with the necklace. She looked at him in the eye- his pale blue ones met her sea-green ones.
"I look different."
"You look beautiful."
"How did you recognize me?"
"I just knew. I saw your face, full of the same beauty that I once seen before and I knew it was worth it. Lenalaith, I love you."
"I love you, Legolas. Oh, how I have so much to tell you!"
"You can tell me later, right now, I wish to be reacquainted with you."
"Whatever do you mean?" she asked. He grinned and leaned in, meeting his lips with hers. He crawled over closer to her as their lips touched. Her back was against the tree, and Legolas was against her. She felt his hands gently caress her face as she took her arms and wrapped them around his back.
Suddenly a voice came from below, "Legolas! Where are you?" The voice was gruff and annoyed. Legolas broke the kiss, but still held her face.
"Do forgive me, Gimli. I fear I am in a little situation at the moment," Legolas gave a little chuckle and to his surprise Lenalaith laughed too. It was the first time he could remember her laughing like this- so happy and pure.
"Lenalaith, sweet laughter." He kissed her on the cheek and they began their new life together.
**The End! Finally! Tell me what you think- leave a review!**