Alrighty, here we go. I realize in the books, a lot more time was spent in Lothlorien than in the actual movie...something close to 11 days if I'm not mistaken. Therefore, for story enhancing purposes...I'm letting them hang around for a while.
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After about half a day's journey, they finally set sight upon Caras Galadhon. Haldir droned on proudly about his home, but Brianna tuned him out. She looked at it in awe, thinking of how many times she'd dreamed about being right there. She looked over at Legolas, who stole a glance at her. She blushed as she remebered some of her dreams included the elf. Too bad he wasn't anything like her dreams. But since Moria, he'd been quite kind to her. She supposed that was all she could hope for, really.
Legolas saw her blush and wondered if it really embarrassed her to be caught not paying attention to Haldir. Not that he had been, either. He remembered a time when you wouldn't have been able to tune Haldir out if you tried. He'd been one of the wildest, outlandish friends Legolas had ever come to know. But something changed him. More than likely, someone. Legolas blocked that way of thinking. There was no time for this. As they made their way into the heart of Lorien, he slid next to Brianna. Her eyes widened as they entered the great city of the Elves. He watched her and couldn't surpress the smile that came to his lips. Aragorn saw this and reminded himself to speak with Legolas. The young girl was obviously attractive. Even he could see it. And her innocence was charming to a fault. Aragorn knew Legolas would find it alluring. Plus with his former treatment of her, the Elf would be keen to make it up to her.
They finally stopped on a platform and Brianna looked up the stairwell. She then saw Celeborn and Galadriel, descending the stairwell, and was amazed at the utter gracefulness and beauty they had. They were like angels, robed in white and glowing like the most perfect dawn. Celeborn began to speak, but Brianna was transfixed in the gaze of Galadriel. Though the Elven queen did not speak aloud, Brianna could still hear her.
*You are a stranger to these lands. I know not who you are, but I have seen your troubles. Fear not, little one. You are here for a purpose. Of what I do not know. Perhaps Gandalf has...*
"Gandalf the Grey did not pass the borders of this land. He has fallen into shadow," she said aloud, realizing why Gandalf was not among them. Legolas knew this obviously distressed her a great deal, for Gandalf was considered a friend among all elves.
"He was taken by both shadow and flame. A Balrog of Morgoth. For we went needlessly into the depths of Moria," he informed her, bitterness taking his voice. He knew Gimli would take offense, and in truth, he wasn't sure he blamed the dwarf at all. But his own grief, for a moment, let him say the words that no one wished to hear.
"Needless were none of the deeds in Gandalf's life," Galadriel chided cooly, "We do not yet know his full purpose," Legolas lowered his head, a bit saddened by his outburst. He glanced at Gimli, who appeared absolutely broken. He wished by Valar he could take his words back.
"Do not let your heart be filled with the emptiness of Khazad-dum, Gimli, son of Gloin. for the world has grown full of peril. And in all lands, love is now mingled with grief," she stated, turning to Boromir. The man within moments was a blubbering mess, and Brianna knew she must have spoken to him in his head. She felt a need to comfort him, to assure him that he was alright, but now was not the time or place. Perhaps she'd talk with him later.
Celeborn intruded on the uncomfortable moment. "What now becomes of this fellowship. Without Gandalf, hope is lost,"
Again, Galadriel entered Brianna's thoughts, as she spoke to the rest of the group aloud, only to find her mind split between two thoughts. *You know of what will happen to Boromir. His fear will drive him to take the ring. There is nothing anyone can do to change his fate,*
Brianna challeneged her statement, *But if I warn him...*
*No. What is meant to happen shall be so, whether we wish it to or not. And likewise, what we wish to happen may not always be* Brianna knew she was now speaking of Legolas, and a blush crept up her cheeks. *Do not grow embarassed child. There is always hope. But there are also always sacrifices one must make,*
*But he doesn't care for me,*
*Legolas of Mirkwood cares for many things, my child. Though some have tried to break him, he is an elf of great love and passion. Do not judge him so quickly, as he has done to you,*
Legolas tugged lightly on her arm, as Galadriel had told them to seek rest. She broke her gaze with the Elven queen and glanced at Legolas curiously. What did Galadriel mean? Legolas looked at her questioningly as she did not move, but had gazed in him in a most peculiar manner. She said nothing to him, but smiled distractedly and made her way back down the winding steps.
"I'm sorry," he murmured. Brianna thought for a moment she was hearing things.
"Hmmm?" she said absentmindedly.
"I am sorry for how I've treated you," he said again, a little louder, "I feel great shame in how I have acted towards you. I was..."
"Yes?" Brianna asked after a much extended pause. His hand slid to her wrist and he pulled her to a halt on the bottom of the stairwell. The rest of the Fellowship went on to follow Haldir. She wasn't sure what to think. She knew he was trying to apologize and it meant a great deal to her. But that in itself disturbed her...
"Would you like to take a walk with me? I'd like to come to know you. Since I never gave myself that opportunity," he finally said, his head bowed. When she didn't respond he glanced up at her. Her eyes were fixed on the platform where they had just so recently stood. He gazed up to see what had distracted her so, to find nothing. Only Brianna knew her thoughts, and she silently wondered if Galadriel hadn't spoken to Legolas about her attraction. The thought alone fully embarassed her. She looked down to notice that the elf prince still held her hand in his grasp. Bryn pulled it away as if his skin had been aflame.
"Brianna?" he asked quietly, concerned.
"If...if it's all the same to you, I'd just like to rest," she stuttered, and turned to follow the rest of the fellowship.
"Have I said something that has offended you? I know it would not be a first, but..."
"Really. Legolas. You don't have to do this. I'm fine. All is forgiven. I am just really tired. Good night," she said as she walked away.
What had she meant by him not having to do this? To do what? All he had done was be kind to her? Was that not what she'd wanted? Legolas was thoroughly confused. Human women were indeed complicated. But he was not about to give up his quest to ease her journey with the Fellowship. Perhaps he could even help her discover those memories she seemed to be missing. He began his decsent down the rest of the stairs, when Haldir appeared before him.
"Ah, Legolas. It has been a long time," Haldir began, trying to hide the disdain in his voice. Legolas looked at him, fire in his eyes.
"Do not act as though you do not despise me, Haldir. For I assure you the feeling is mutual, " he responded, a coldness in his voice. He only paused briefly, and then amended his statement," No, I do not despise you. But I do pity you. I was once where you are now, and I would give up this immortal life if only to keep me from a similar fate again. She is a poison," Haldir said nothing as Legolas walked away. How dare he be so pretentious with Haldir, loyal and favored servant of Galadriel. They had known each other for lifetimes, and the prince now decides to act as though he were above him? Soon we shall see who pities who, he thought, as he made his way back to his queen.
Legolas wandered back to where he was sure the Fellowship was to be resting. He took his time as, not only did he have a lot on his mind, but he wished to enjoy the beauty of Lorien. Beauty was something Legolas had an abundant affinity for. That thought, strangely led him back to Brianna and his first impression of her. When he'd found her on the mountain, he'd indeed found her beautiful. Not beautiful in the elven sense...it was very difficult to compare to the elven etheral beauty. She had a lightness in her face. Her eyes, green as the grandest parts of Mirkwood forest. Her skin, though darker than his, was still smooth and glowing. Her laughter, though rare since he'd known her, was quite endearing. And her voice...when she had sung in mourning for Gandalf...it had touched him deeply. Far more deeply that he was willing to admit. Only one other had affected Legolas's senses the way Brianna had. But that was a long time ago, and he did not wish to return to that life. Legolas looked up and realized...sometimes you don't get that choice.
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After about half a day's journey, they finally set sight upon Caras Galadhon. Haldir droned on proudly about his home, but Brianna tuned him out. She looked at it in awe, thinking of how many times she'd dreamed about being right there. She looked over at Legolas, who stole a glance at her. She blushed as she remebered some of her dreams included the elf. Too bad he wasn't anything like her dreams. But since Moria, he'd been quite kind to her. She supposed that was all she could hope for, really.
Legolas saw her blush and wondered if it really embarrassed her to be caught not paying attention to Haldir. Not that he had been, either. He remembered a time when you wouldn't have been able to tune Haldir out if you tried. He'd been one of the wildest, outlandish friends Legolas had ever come to know. But something changed him. More than likely, someone. Legolas blocked that way of thinking. There was no time for this. As they made their way into the heart of Lorien, he slid next to Brianna. Her eyes widened as they entered the great city of the Elves. He watched her and couldn't surpress the smile that came to his lips. Aragorn saw this and reminded himself to speak with Legolas. The young girl was obviously attractive. Even he could see it. And her innocence was charming to a fault. Aragorn knew Legolas would find it alluring. Plus with his former treatment of her, the Elf would be keen to make it up to her.
They finally stopped on a platform and Brianna looked up the stairwell. She then saw Celeborn and Galadriel, descending the stairwell, and was amazed at the utter gracefulness and beauty they had. They were like angels, robed in white and glowing like the most perfect dawn. Celeborn began to speak, but Brianna was transfixed in the gaze of Galadriel. Though the Elven queen did not speak aloud, Brianna could still hear her.
*You are a stranger to these lands. I know not who you are, but I have seen your troubles. Fear not, little one. You are here for a purpose. Of what I do not know. Perhaps Gandalf has...*
"Gandalf the Grey did not pass the borders of this land. He has fallen into shadow," she said aloud, realizing why Gandalf was not among them. Legolas knew this obviously distressed her a great deal, for Gandalf was considered a friend among all elves.
"He was taken by both shadow and flame. A Balrog of Morgoth. For we went needlessly into the depths of Moria," he informed her, bitterness taking his voice. He knew Gimli would take offense, and in truth, he wasn't sure he blamed the dwarf at all. But his own grief, for a moment, let him say the words that no one wished to hear.
"Needless were none of the deeds in Gandalf's life," Galadriel chided cooly, "We do not yet know his full purpose," Legolas lowered his head, a bit saddened by his outburst. He glanced at Gimli, who appeared absolutely broken. He wished by Valar he could take his words back.
"Do not let your heart be filled with the emptiness of Khazad-dum, Gimli, son of Gloin. for the world has grown full of peril. And in all lands, love is now mingled with grief," she stated, turning to Boromir. The man within moments was a blubbering mess, and Brianna knew she must have spoken to him in his head. She felt a need to comfort him, to assure him that he was alright, but now was not the time or place. Perhaps she'd talk with him later.
Celeborn intruded on the uncomfortable moment. "What now becomes of this fellowship. Without Gandalf, hope is lost,"
Again, Galadriel entered Brianna's thoughts, as she spoke to the rest of the group aloud, only to find her mind split between two thoughts. *You know of what will happen to Boromir. His fear will drive him to take the ring. There is nothing anyone can do to change his fate,*
Brianna challeneged her statement, *But if I warn him...*
*No. What is meant to happen shall be so, whether we wish it to or not. And likewise, what we wish to happen may not always be* Brianna knew she was now speaking of Legolas, and a blush crept up her cheeks. *Do not grow embarassed child. There is always hope. But there are also always sacrifices one must make,*
*But he doesn't care for me,*
*Legolas of Mirkwood cares for many things, my child. Though some have tried to break him, he is an elf of great love and passion. Do not judge him so quickly, as he has done to you,*
Legolas tugged lightly on her arm, as Galadriel had told them to seek rest. She broke her gaze with the Elven queen and glanced at Legolas curiously. What did Galadriel mean? Legolas looked at her questioningly as she did not move, but had gazed in him in a most peculiar manner. She said nothing to him, but smiled distractedly and made her way back down the winding steps.
"I'm sorry," he murmured. Brianna thought for a moment she was hearing things.
"Hmmm?" she said absentmindedly.
"I am sorry for how I've treated you," he said again, a little louder, "I feel great shame in how I have acted towards you. I was..."
"Yes?" Brianna asked after a much extended pause. His hand slid to her wrist and he pulled her to a halt on the bottom of the stairwell. The rest of the Fellowship went on to follow Haldir. She wasn't sure what to think. She knew he was trying to apologize and it meant a great deal to her. But that in itself disturbed her...
"Would you like to take a walk with me? I'd like to come to know you. Since I never gave myself that opportunity," he finally said, his head bowed. When she didn't respond he glanced up at her. Her eyes were fixed on the platform where they had just so recently stood. He gazed up to see what had distracted her so, to find nothing. Only Brianna knew her thoughts, and she silently wondered if Galadriel hadn't spoken to Legolas about her attraction. The thought alone fully embarassed her. She looked down to notice that the elf prince still held her hand in his grasp. Bryn pulled it away as if his skin had been aflame.
"Brianna?" he asked quietly, concerned.
"If...if it's all the same to you, I'd just like to rest," she stuttered, and turned to follow the rest of the fellowship.
"Have I said something that has offended you? I know it would not be a first, but..."
"Really. Legolas. You don't have to do this. I'm fine. All is forgiven. I am just really tired. Good night," she said as she walked away.
What had she meant by him not having to do this? To do what? All he had done was be kind to her? Was that not what she'd wanted? Legolas was thoroughly confused. Human women were indeed complicated. But he was not about to give up his quest to ease her journey with the Fellowship. Perhaps he could even help her discover those memories she seemed to be missing. He began his decsent down the rest of the stairs, when Haldir appeared before him.
"Ah, Legolas. It has been a long time," Haldir began, trying to hide the disdain in his voice. Legolas looked at him, fire in his eyes.
"Do not act as though you do not despise me, Haldir. For I assure you the feeling is mutual, " he responded, a coldness in his voice. He only paused briefly, and then amended his statement," No, I do not despise you. But I do pity you. I was once where you are now, and I would give up this immortal life if only to keep me from a similar fate again. She is a poison," Haldir said nothing as Legolas walked away. How dare he be so pretentious with Haldir, loyal and favored servant of Galadriel. They had known each other for lifetimes, and the prince now decides to act as though he were above him? Soon we shall see who pities who, he thought, as he made his way back to his queen.
Legolas wandered back to where he was sure the Fellowship was to be resting. He took his time as, not only did he have a lot on his mind, but he wished to enjoy the beauty of Lorien. Beauty was something Legolas had an abundant affinity for. That thought, strangely led him back to Brianna and his first impression of her. When he'd found her on the mountain, he'd indeed found her beautiful. Not beautiful in the elven sense...it was very difficult to compare to the elven etheral beauty. She had a lightness in her face. Her eyes, green as the grandest parts of Mirkwood forest. Her skin, though darker than his, was still smooth and glowing. Her laughter, though rare since he'd known her, was quite endearing. And her voice...when she had sung in mourning for Gandalf...it had touched him deeply. Far more deeply that he was willing to admit. Only one other had affected Legolas's senses the way Brianna had. But that was a long time ago, and he did not wish to return to that life. Legolas looked up and realized...sometimes you don't get that choice.