A/N: Chapter four starring…Celen!! The cutest lil' elfling since Leggles was small! Yay! In this chap Legolas n Kĩyara return to find their two eldest are grounded and the youngest forbids them ever to go away again coz he gets lonely. Awww bless!
Passion lover: Rest assured that Fiarén will see the error of his ways! Don't worry bad things don't happen in my fics…well not often… Legolas n Kĩyara are in this chapter, they will mainly be in the Celen based ones coz they are more involved with him seeing as he's younger.
When Arwen is mentioned think of a wolf crossed with a Husky.
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The stars of the velvety midnight hours twinkled like little jewels in the sky. Their light was reflected in a pair of trademark sapphire blue Greenleaf eyes. These eyes belonged do the youngest Greenleaf alive.
Celen didn't wriggle or squirm, he just stared out of the window and into the sky. The curtains weren't pulled across tonight because there hadn't been anyone to do it for him. He was too small to pull them by himself and neither of his siblings had been in a good enough mood to do it. This was why the night poured into his room and enveloped him in the moon's ethereal light. Celen sniffed and pulled his sheets tighter around him and his teddy. Everyone seemed to ignore him when Atara and Ate're were away and he didn't understand why. All he had wanted was someone to tuck him in but Galdir had got angry and no one else wanted to listen so Celen had crept quietly into bed on his own.
Softly he began to cry. The tears ran down his face silently as he thought of his Atara and Ate're.
"Where are you?"
His muffled tear broken voice drifted across the room to a small wicker basket. A little mound of fluff stirred and lifted its head, ears pricked.
The little puppy was called Arwen after an elf Celen had read about in a book. Since Celen had befriended her she had followed him everywhere. After much doe-eyed pleading Celen had been permitted to keep her. Arwen jumped up now and padded quietly across the stone floor. She was fluffy at the moment but would grow up to look like the silver grey wolfhounds the elves used for hunting. These dogs were not only long-lived but also intensely faithful to their owners.
In an easy bound she leapt from the floor up onto her little master's bed.
She didn't like the stifled sobs and she nuzzled up to the tiny Prince. His hand reached up and stroked her behind the ears, she growled contentedly. Celen stopped crying as he watched the dog wag her tail happily. For a moment he smiled but it soon vanished when he turned back to the window and looked once more into the infinite depths of the night.
Huddled up to the warmth of Arwen Celen soon began to fall asleep, as his eyelids finally closed Arwen licked his cheek. She stayed awake all night to watch over her obviously distressed master.
She was the only one to hear the hoofbeats that arrived late at night and the only one to hear them leave again just as the sun was rising. Legolas and Kĩyara Greenleaf of Érinan Lethainne had returned.
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Tiny paws skittered over the flagstones and ran the familiar path to her master's bedroom. Nudging the door with her nose Arwen bounded over to the bed and pounced onto the sleeping Prince. She barked and licked his face with her pink tongue. His eyelids flickered and opened and he screwed up his face as the puppy licked it.
"Gerrof Arwen!" He giggled pushing the hyperactive dog to the side.
She barked again and sneezed shaking her head looking confused. Celen laughed again a smile breaking across his face pushing the sorrow from his innocent features. For now all his nightmares were forgotten. Arwen tugged at the sleeve of his nightshirt and growled.
"I'm getting up! Don't bark at me."
Arwen waited patiently while the little elf climbed out of bed and dropped to the floor. He laboriously pulled on his clothes, his brow pulled down in concentration. His little hands found the buttons and buckles difficult. Finally he was dressed in a small blue shirt with a forest green tunic over the top, brown leggings and tiny boots. He looked around for a brush but he couldn't see it anywhere so he left his blonde locks in a mess.
Minutes later elfing and dog ran out of the palace and into the pale morning sunshine. Celen pelted along as fast as his legs would allow him in an attempt to keep up with Arwen. His blonde hair flew out behind him and he laughed the pure innocent laugh of the young. He followed Arwen's fast disappearing form and didn't really look where he was going, so it was that he came upon the two returning riders. He came to a skidding halt breathing hard beside his dog. Two familiar horses were entering the stables but only one had riders on.
Celen had never seen his mother and father ride on the same horse before. Something about the way they were acting stopped him from rushing forwards. His father dismounted from Hénduil first and then did something Celen had never seen before. He offered his hand to Kĩyara and held her around the waist helping her to alight from the saddle.
The sun spilled down from the sky.
The sky was a clear flawless blue.
The trees waved in the warm breeze.
The world watched and faced the heavens who smiled back. Happiness lives in a fleeting moment of light we hold forever in the dark.
Legolas laughed softly and put Kĩyara's hand in his, pulling her up to kiss him. The golden morning light created a halo around the two.
Celen smiled and ran forward across the stone yard.
"Atara! Ate're!"
With a flying leap he launched himself into Kĩyara's arms. She smiled and kissed the top of his head. Celen looked up at her with round eyes.
"You left me." He said accusingly "There was no-one to tuck me in and pull my curtains on."
Kĩyara frowned at Legolas quizzically. He smiled back and put his arms around her and his little son so that Celen was cradled between his parents.
"What do you mean Elleer? little one Said Legolas.
Celen had buried his head in Kĩyara's shoulder so his answer was muffled.
"Áruinne and Fiarén weren't allowed out of their rooms and no one else could hear me. I had to sleep with my curtains open and the night was looking at me."
Kĩyara made an involuntary noise in the back of her throat and her eyes flew to Legolas'. He squeezed her tightly. She mouthed 'what's been going.' He shrugged in answer.
"It'll be alright now Elleer we're back and you can be tucked in whenever you want. Did Arwen look after you?"
Celen nodded and both elves looked down onto the upturned face of Arwen. Legolas smiled and let Kĩyara carry his son back inside. He was about to follow when saw the little dog still looking at him. He bent down and picked it up thinking hard. He looked closely at the little animal that sat patiently in his arms. When nothing presented itself to him he shrugged and stroked her behind the ears.
"Look after him won't you?"
Not to his surprise the puppy barked and scampered away when he set it down. There was something about that dog that led him to believe she was more intelligent than she looked. He followed his wife and child inside.
Celen
Atara and Ate're are home now. Every one ignores me when they are gone just as if I were a little dog like Arwen. Even Áruinne and Fiarén pretend I'm not there. I have decided that only Atara, Ate're and Arwen love me. I watched the other children playing today from the balcony in the schoolroom. They all do the things my brother and sister do like practise with bows and they are always fighting. I wrote about them in the piece of writing I had to do in Quenya. Isidith can go on my list too because she loves me. She's my tutor. She said my writing was very good she lets me read big books as well. I'm going to ask mother to help me make her a present.
Legolas strode along the corridors the weight of being home settling on his shoulder's once more. He had just come out of counsel with Galdir and he promised himself he would never leave again. He threw the door in front of him open.
"Fiarén with me now!"
"Father…"
"Now!"
Legolas didn't notice but he had slipped into Quenya in his anger. Fiarén however did and followed his father grudgingly. He stayed silent as his father walked down more airy and light corridors; he had to stride to keep up with the older elf. Legolas threw open another door to reveal Áruinne laid on her bed and Nilmadë and Héthien sat on the floor. They looked up sharply as the door crashed against the wall.
"The three of you follow me now. No questions."
"Father we did nothing wrong!" Áruinne said defiantly.
"Don't try that tone Áruinne because I've had years of your mother doing it and know just how it works!"
Glowering Áruinne reluctantly followed her brother, Nilmadë and Héthien trailing behind.
A/N: OOOO they're in the crap now! He he he! Don't worry I think Kĩyara'll talk him out of punishing the poor kids. Isn't Celen the sweetest lil thing? Bless his cotton socks! REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW !!
