Legolas had long engaged himself into conversation with the king, and
ladyship. It had been long ago-in Legolas's mind- since the princess, his
princess, had excused herself, and became absent of speech. Yet, in
reality, it had been only ten minutes or so.
Oh the woes of a prince in love. Ariel had told but a small fib, when her brain seemed drained from her and into dull talk. She instead went to a quiet place, where she could study: her garden.
All at once, Legolas went silent. Yet, being who Aragorn was continued dialogue between 'the two'. Only after he noticed that nothing was being said, except his own voice, he paused.
"Legolas.you choose solitude-I." Aragorn was puzzled. Not only how loudly he before spoke, but how solemn he now was. Legolas stated:
"A million pardons from his majesty, but I wish to retire to my chambers. For my journey was long and tedious. For I need rest." Arwen stifled a giggle, for she knew that nothing including climbing each mountain nonstop, one-by-one could no tire this prince. Not Legolas Greenleaf!
However, pleased as she was that he was interested in Ariel at all, she released him with out further wait. Aragorn, being a man however, had shook it off without second thought. It was Legolas's life, and he could make his own decisions.
The elf bowed his head, and left. As he passed through a great hall- marble it was made of-he caught a glimpse of the pale-purple sky, gleaming with bright stars. Through the satin curtains he heard the sound of water trickling onto rocks. He pushed the silky material aside, and gasped as his foot rose to land upon a beautiful balcony.
There, beyond him lay a paradise, as he had longed dreamed on. Where ivy grew around trees, shading brown trunk with evergreen leaves. A canopy of trees rested there, with large vines swept to a part in the middle. Water Lilly's flowers gleamed with pride, Callas' who were rare and so fragile.Baby's breath flowers and Violets scattered all around, seeming to reflect upon a small waterfall in the distance, with a warm water stream. Even his own mother's garden was no acception.
Statues of children, fairies, elves, men were carved in marble, were as sturdy as beautiful.
Legolas was especially taken aback when spotted right next to a large rose bush, was Ariel- dressed in evening fashion, with satin, and velvet laced robe. Her hair was mostly down; making lavish curls covering her back to her lower back. And as she turned, he noticed a small garland braid was framing half of her face, woven with golden strings.
She was, as an angel would have looked. The dress was clingy, and low cut. Legolas took one small step forward.
He heard a voice that sounded as a Nightingales once did:
When in the springtime of the year When the trees are crowned with leaves When the ash and oak, and the brich and yew Are dressed in ribbons fair
When Owls call the breathless moon In the blue veil of the night The shadows of the trees appear Admist the lantern light
We've been rambling all the night And some time of this day Now returning back again We bring a garland gay
Who will go on to the shady groves And summon the shadows there And tie a ribbon on those sheltering arms In the springtime of the year
The songs of the birds seem to fill the wood And when the fiddler plays All their voices can be heard Long past their woodland days
We've been rambling on the night And some time of this day Now returning back again We bring a garland gay
And so they linked their hands and danced Round in circles and in rows And so the journey of the night descends When all the shades are gone
A garland gay we bring you here And at your door we stand It is a sprout well budded out The work of our Lords hands
We've been rambling on the night And some time of this day Now returning back again We bring a garland gay ~The Mummers Dance~ -Loreena Mckennitt
She sang out the chorus two more times before her voiced dyed away. Legolas however could not seem to tear his gaze from her beauty. When again she turned to face this time to the waterfall, Legolas threw himself over the balcony, unheard. He landed silently on his two toned legs.
She began to hum lightly; the lyrics had such a strong influence on her.
"Temqe quethee im unoos queerethied, melamin. [sing for me once again, my love]." He whispered into the wind.
"Hmmmm mhm hmh mmm mmh mh mmhmh." She hummed.
She sat on the ground, and began to speak to herself, whispers: "Oh, me. Fate has turned yet again, yet this time I haven't in the slightest, who to ask. Now it comes to only more challenging agenda'', marriage. Legolas.Legolas.he is so wonderful.perfect. Yet, how myself am I to know if this is right? Being in love with him?"
Legolas now rested directly behind her, and in one swift motion, his hand was upon her shoulder, "Trust your heart, melamin." She screeched in startle. Legolas did the only thing natural to his instincts. He sealed her mouth with his. Legolas could her faintly the sound of guards; aroused by the princesses 'anguished' call.
By now, Ariel had as well. She grabbed the prince's hand, and led him into the woods. He let her lead him, only thinking of how silky and warm it was against his, she thinking the same. The guards paces could be heard, and the two picked up pace. Running deeper into the forest. However, Legolas thought not of being led astray. Lost, but of being led with Ariel.
Oh the woes of a prince in love. Ariel had told but a small fib, when her brain seemed drained from her and into dull talk. She instead went to a quiet place, where she could study: her garden.
All at once, Legolas went silent. Yet, being who Aragorn was continued dialogue between 'the two'. Only after he noticed that nothing was being said, except his own voice, he paused.
"Legolas.you choose solitude-I." Aragorn was puzzled. Not only how loudly he before spoke, but how solemn he now was. Legolas stated:
"A million pardons from his majesty, but I wish to retire to my chambers. For my journey was long and tedious. For I need rest." Arwen stifled a giggle, for she knew that nothing including climbing each mountain nonstop, one-by-one could no tire this prince. Not Legolas Greenleaf!
However, pleased as she was that he was interested in Ariel at all, she released him with out further wait. Aragorn, being a man however, had shook it off without second thought. It was Legolas's life, and he could make his own decisions.
The elf bowed his head, and left. As he passed through a great hall- marble it was made of-he caught a glimpse of the pale-purple sky, gleaming with bright stars. Through the satin curtains he heard the sound of water trickling onto rocks. He pushed the silky material aside, and gasped as his foot rose to land upon a beautiful balcony.
There, beyond him lay a paradise, as he had longed dreamed on. Where ivy grew around trees, shading brown trunk with evergreen leaves. A canopy of trees rested there, with large vines swept to a part in the middle. Water Lilly's flowers gleamed with pride, Callas' who were rare and so fragile.Baby's breath flowers and Violets scattered all around, seeming to reflect upon a small waterfall in the distance, with a warm water stream. Even his own mother's garden was no acception.
Statues of children, fairies, elves, men were carved in marble, were as sturdy as beautiful.
Legolas was especially taken aback when spotted right next to a large rose bush, was Ariel- dressed in evening fashion, with satin, and velvet laced robe. Her hair was mostly down; making lavish curls covering her back to her lower back. And as she turned, he noticed a small garland braid was framing half of her face, woven with golden strings.
She was, as an angel would have looked. The dress was clingy, and low cut. Legolas took one small step forward.
He heard a voice that sounded as a Nightingales once did:
When in the springtime of the year When the trees are crowned with leaves When the ash and oak, and the brich and yew Are dressed in ribbons fair
When Owls call the breathless moon In the blue veil of the night The shadows of the trees appear Admist the lantern light
We've been rambling all the night And some time of this day Now returning back again We bring a garland gay
Who will go on to the shady groves And summon the shadows there And tie a ribbon on those sheltering arms In the springtime of the year
The songs of the birds seem to fill the wood And when the fiddler plays All their voices can be heard Long past their woodland days
We've been rambling on the night And some time of this day Now returning back again We bring a garland gay
And so they linked their hands and danced Round in circles and in rows And so the journey of the night descends When all the shades are gone
A garland gay we bring you here And at your door we stand It is a sprout well budded out The work of our Lords hands
We've been rambling on the night And some time of this day Now returning back again We bring a garland gay ~The Mummers Dance~ -Loreena Mckennitt
She sang out the chorus two more times before her voiced dyed away. Legolas however could not seem to tear his gaze from her beauty. When again she turned to face this time to the waterfall, Legolas threw himself over the balcony, unheard. He landed silently on his two toned legs.
She began to hum lightly; the lyrics had such a strong influence on her.
"Temqe quethee im unoos queerethied, melamin. [sing for me once again, my love]." He whispered into the wind.
"Hmmmm mhm hmh mmm mmh mh mmhmh." She hummed.
She sat on the ground, and began to speak to herself, whispers: "Oh, me. Fate has turned yet again, yet this time I haven't in the slightest, who to ask. Now it comes to only more challenging agenda'', marriage. Legolas.Legolas.he is so wonderful.perfect. Yet, how myself am I to know if this is right? Being in love with him?"
Legolas now rested directly behind her, and in one swift motion, his hand was upon her shoulder, "Trust your heart, melamin." She screeched in startle. Legolas did the only thing natural to his instincts. He sealed her mouth with his. Legolas could her faintly the sound of guards; aroused by the princesses 'anguished' call.
By now, Ariel had as well. She grabbed the prince's hand, and led him into the woods. He let her lead him, only thinking of how silky and warm it was against his, she thinking the same. The guards paces could be heard, and the two picked up pace. Running deeper into the forest. However, Legolas thought not of being led astray. Lost, but of being led with Ariel.