Alright. I know I've taken my good sweet time getting this up here, but deal with it, lol. I haven't had the urge to write, so I haven't been writing. But yesterday, the urge returned. So here it is.
Love Affair by k.d. Lang isn't mine, though i wish I could find it on karaoke...
Enjoy!
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It has been many seasons since I have looked upon your face, Legolas," Shaenyn whispered, "I'd almost forgotten the fairness you bestow upon all who see you,"
Legolas's eyes widened a moment. He had known Shaenyn had long been in Lorien, and had been with Haldir for many years. It had not really affected him, until now. Her pale blond hair was still like spun gold, and her skin fair as ever. It was her eyes that had changed. Legolas found it hard to believe he had loved this Elleth once. She had been so young, but a mere 600 years, when he'd first seen her. Then, her eyes were the clearest of blues, full of hope and mirth. Looking into the orbs, Legolas could only see them now clouded with...with what? Hate? Loathing? He couldn't quite decipher her gaze.
"Ai, Shaenyn," he murmured, breaking himself from his reverie. He did not wish to spend any time with her, as he had so wanted in his youth. He moved to walk away, but she lightly grasped his arm as he brushed past her. His eyes closed at the contact, and he did not see the slight smile that set on her lips at his obvious discomfort.
"I do not recall you having been so uncordial, Legolas. In fact, I remember you all together differently," she cooed, brushing her pale fingers up and down his arm. His skin involuntarily developed goosebumps at her touch. He knew well what those hands were capable of.
His eyes flared in anger, as he wrenched his arm away from her grasp. "Indeed. I am no longer as naive as an Elfling and can easily see that you have not changed at all,"
"What has changed you so? Surely it is not the pithy mortal girl you have brought into Lorien. She stains this blessed place with her mere presence," she spat at him with the utmost contempt.
Legolas felt an outrage build in him, and it took a great deal of effort to calm himself down. "Brianna has nothing to do with my loathing for you, I assure you. Though in comparison, she is far more fair and loyal," he nearly growled. The girl had done nothing to Shaenyn, and his guilt for his treatment of her would not stand for her to be dishonored.
"You fool youself with your words, Legolas. I knew you before any other. Just as I know you now. Your eyes betray you, melamin, as ever they have,"
His eyes flared, and she could barely supress the calculated smile that tugged at her thin lips.
"You never loved me. Do not use such words, as they dishonor the meaning of them as they spill from your venomous lips. You do not know me. You never have, and you never shall. Leave me be," His intention had been to rile her into silence. Indeed, he had suceeded. Her outrage shown only in her pale blue orbs. He left her standing there, rage and jealousy filling her soul.
"You ought to rest, fair lady. You have had a rough road,"
Bryn glanced up from her spot on the ground to notice Boromir sitting across from her. The Elves had had enough sense to give her a separate place to rest, though it wasn't far from the others in case of danger. She was sure it had something to do with protecting her sensibilities. She had not heard Boromir approach, so lost was she in her thoughts.
"I can rest when I'm dead," she laughed lightly. Boromir caught the sarcastic tone in her voice, and moved closer to her.
"Do not fret, little one. You are alive. You have survived some great many travesties in your short time with us. I would not speak untruthfully to tell you that I am a bit surprised. A woman of your obvious station would not normally fair well in such circumstances," he admitted, feeling a great deal of admiration for this woman. He had thought her of possible nobility for quite a while now, and he wished to find out if indeed that was the truth.
Brianna stifled the urge to giggle, "And praytell, what IS my supposed station, Boromir. Since it's so obvious to you..." she challenged. Boromir gave a start at such a statement. Was she mocking him?
"I...I had only assumed one of such beauty and grooming could only be of royal blood," he stammered, not sure if he had insulted her or not.
"I'm only teasing, " she laughed heartily, "I am most certainly not royalty, by any means, though I should probably thank you for the compliment,"
"Twas no compliment, milady, but a simple truth," he grinned, relieved she had only been in jest. Brianna blushed, and Boromir could not help but find her more beautiful than before. She was quite a lovely woman, and felt drawn to her, as a moth to a flame. He wondered where she had come from, that she was gifted with such beauty and charm. He did not voice his question though, as she spoke before he had the chance.
"If only certain Elves were as nice as you," she murmured quietly. Boromir bristled slightly at the thought that perhaps she had eyes for the fair Elf. It would not be the first time that a woman of man had fallen under the spell of Elven beauty. And it seemed at the mere thought of him, he appeared.
"It is not for a lack of effort," he near growled as he appeared from around the corner. Brianna simply rolled her eyes, finding herself used to his foul mood.
Boromir looked discreetly at the two, his heart lightening at this bickering banter. They hadn't gotten along since he had accused her of being a spy, and he felt a little silly for thinking that perhaps she had grown fond of him.
"Look. It's obvious you don't like me, Elf-boy. That's fine. So let's not pretend that you give a damn about what happens to me, and we just ignore each other, alrighty?"
"I do not dislike you, Brianna. I..." He ignored the hardly veiled insult and he really didn't have the words, or the self-control at that moment to voice his confusion.
Boromir saw the tension between the two rising quickly, and cast a very harsh glance at Legolas.
"Come," he gestured to Brianna as he stood, holding out his hand, "Let us take a walk and explore this wondrous place,"
Brianna really felt like just going to sleep. But as she looked at Legolas, her anger boiled once again, and she gladly accepted Boromir's offer. Placing her hand in his, she rose gracefully. Casting a withering glance at Legolas, she turned her back to him and began walking with her "savior".
Once she thought they were out of earshot, she mumbled, "Is he always so...ugh!?" Brianna couldn't even come up with a word. The sound would be more appropriate, anyway, she thought. Boromir laughed heartily. She was an unusual lady, that was for certain. But not an unpleasant one...
Legolas watched them walk off, a look of disbelief marring his fair features. Had he not just asked her but moments ago to walk with him through the Elf haven? Did she perhaps care for Boromir? The thought rattled in Legolas's brain for a moment, and then he heard her observation of him. He cast his eyes down to the lush green floor of the forest. He'd failed to keep his promise, only made a short time ago. He had hurt her feelings again, though he wasn't sure how. His words a few moments ago had been harsh, but not so much so that it could be taken as ill will, for certain. She certainly was cause for much confusion in his mind.
"Ihiril tulath, mellon" 'The lady will come back, friend'
He had heard Aragorn approach, and easily recognized the footfalls of his friend. "I care not. I simply was trying to atone for my actions. If she does not wish to accept that, I can do no more,"
Aragorn did his best to hide his smile, though his Elven friend had not turned to face him, "Legolas, you lay your words upon ears that have listened to your heart. I have known you nearly all my life, and have yet to see you so captivated by anyone,"
"You have known me for your mortal life...but there is much you do not know," he sighed, turning to him, "but that is of no matter. I simply wished to uphold my honor and my promise to her. Nothing more,"
Aragorn noted his elven friend's posture and demeanor, "So you have seen Shaenyn?" The silent response was enough to give Aragorn some insight into Legolas's troubled heart, "Brianna is not Shaenyn,"
"Do not speak to me as though I were a child Aragorn. I may not look aged, but my years far outnumber yours," he spat, not being able to hold back his anger. It wasn't the Dunedain he was angry with, but he happened to be the recipient.
"I meant no disrespect, Legolas," Aragorn soothed, knowing Legolas had not meant to sound so harsh, "But you can not underestimate the power of a heart. And most certainly not a heart as open as yours. Elves are quick to love, and quicker to deny it. Particularly when it involves a mortal. I had seen it in Arwen upon our first meeting, as I can easily see it in you,"
"I do not know this girl. She is but a mere child," he argued, not liking how his mind so easily accepted Aragorn's argument.
"Nay, Legolas. Fiery and innocent as she may be, she is a woman. A fact Boromir has easily taken notice of," he added, and knowingly saw Legolas's crystal blue eyes flare in a veiled emotion. As quickly as it had appeared, though, it was gone. A ripple of laughter flowed through the breeze, and though he had heard little of it, Legolas recognized it as Brianna's breezy laugh. He closed his eyes for a moment, and decided that he was going to keep his promise to her, whether she wanted him to or not. If anything, for his own honor, he told himself.
"Oh, Boromir. You really are a charmer," Brianna giggled, as she picked the leaves that had gotten stuck in his hair. The poor man had walked straight into a low hanging branch and fallen unceremoniously to the ground. He chuckled softly, and gazed at her face. She was extrordinarily beautiful when she was happy, and Boromir couldn't help but smile at her. His hand reached up and lightly brushed a strand of hair out of her face, marveling in the strange hue it had.
"Tell me, fair maiden. What manner of woman are you that has hair of such color?" he questioned, fingering the red tip of one of her locks.
"Oh, my friend Chris dyed it for me," she answered absently, still trying to control the laughter leaking from her gut.
"Dyed...?" Boromir looked puzzled.
"Oh, well I suppose you dont' have dye yet...It's a liquid that you put on your hair to change the color," she explained. He still looked slightly confused, but nodded his head.
"Ah. So it's like a disguise?" he responded, eliciting another fit of giggles from Brianna.
"Sort of. Kind of like trying to turn yourself into a new person," she supposed.
"Why would you want to change? You're quite lovely the way you are," he sombered, and told her quietly.
"Thank you," she murmured, suddenly a bit uncomfortable with the change in his voice, "I'm really kind of tired...you think we could head back now?"
Boromir knew immediately she was retreating, and aquiesced. "Of course. You must be dreadfully tired," he said to her, and began to return to camp.
Legolas heard them approaching and slipped into the shadows. He didn't want to seem confrontational, because not only did he not want to upset Brianna again, but Boromir was a respected member of the fellowship. He watched ever silently as he took Bryn's hand and placed a gentle kiss upon it.
"Goodnight, sweet lady," Boromir whispered as he turned and headed back towards the rest of the fellowship. Legolas waited until he was out of sight before attempting to head out of his seclusion.
"Milady?" he asked ever so quietly. It was a wonder she'd heard him at all, she though to herself. Her eyes fixed on the one who had vexed her so much recently. His pale, satinesque hair glistened in the moonlight and she resisted the urge to go over to him and...and what? Run her fingers through it, or yank it out at the roots? She wasn't quite sure. His face was tilted down but his eyes were fixed upon her.
Brianna sighed. "Legolas, I'm really tired. Can't this wait?"
"Yes, but I really wish to speak to you now. Could you spare me just a moment?"
Brianna looked at him, realizing with some amusement, that he was trying to be as passive and unconfrontational as possible. He appeared almost like a child...how could she say no?
Legolas gazed at her during the silence between them. Her hair hanging by her face, much like a torch in the night sky, looked as though it glowed in the bright moonlight of Lorien. But it was her eyes, or more the expressiveness of them, that drew him in. She could not veil her emotions, for anyone with half a mind could read her soul through the beryl pools. And in those emerald depths. he read her hesitancy. And with that image burned in his mind, he turned away.
"Wait..."
Love Affair by k.d. Lang isn't mine, though i wish I could find it on karaoke...
Enjoy!
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It has been many seasons since I have looked upon your face, Legolas," Shaenyn whispered, "I'd almost forgotten the fairness you bestow upon all who see you,"
Legolas's eyes widened a moment. He had known Shaenyn had long been in Lorien, and had been with Haldir for many years. It had not really affected him, until now. Her pale blond hair was still like spun gold, and her skin fair as ever. It was her eyes that had changed. Legolas found it hard to believe he had loved this Elleth once. She had been so young, but a mere 600 years, when he'd first seen her. Then, her eyes were the clearest of blues, full of hope and mirth. Looking into the orbs, Legolas could only see them now clouded with...with what? Hate? Loathing? He couldn't quite decipher her gaze.
"Ai, Shaenyn," he murmured, breaking himself from his reverie. He did not wish to spend any time with her, as he had so wanted in his youth. He moved to walk away, but she lightly grasped his arm as he brushed past her. His eyes closed at the contact, and he did not see the slight smile that set on her lips at his obvious discomfort.
"I do not recall you having been so uncordial, Legolas. In fact, I remember you all together differently," she cooed, brushing her pale fingers up and down his arm. His skin involuntarily developed goosebumps at her touch. He knew well what those hands were capable of.
His eyes flared in anger, as he wrenched his arm away from her grasp. "Indeed. I am no longer as naive as an Elfling and can easily see that you have not changed at all,"
"What has changed you so? Surely it is not the pithy mortal girl you have brought into Lorien. She stains this blessed place with her mere presence," she spat at him with the utmost contempt.
Legolas felt an outrage build in him, and it took a great deal of effort to calm himself down. "Brianna has nothing to do with my loathing for you, I assure you. Though in comparison, she is far more fair and loyal," he nearly growled. The girl had done nothing to Shaenyn, and his guilt for his treatment of her would not stand for her to be dishonored.
"You fool youself with your words, Legolas. I knew you before any other. Just as I know you now. Your eyes betray you, melamin, as ever they have,"
His eyes flared, and she could barely supress the calculated smile that tugged at her thin lips.
"You never loved me. Do not use such words, as they dishonor the meaning of them as they spill from your venomous lips. You do not know me. You never have, and you never shall. Leave me be," His intention had been to rile her into silence. Indeed, he had suceeded. Her outrage shown only in her pale blue orbs. He left her standing there, rage and jealousy filling her soul.
"You ought to rest, fair lady. You have had a rough road,"
Bryn glanced up from her spot on the ground to notice Boromir sitting across from her. The Elves had had enough sense to give her a separate place to rest, though it wasn't far from the others in case of danger. She was sure it had something to do with protecting her sensibilities. She had not heard Boromir approach, so lost was she in her thoughts.
"I can rest when I'm dead," she laughed lightly. Boromir caught the sarcastic tone in her voice, and moved closer to her.
"Do not fret, little one. You are alive. You have survived some great many travesties in your short time with us. I would not speak untruthfully to tell you that I am a bit surprised. A woman of your obvious station would not normally fair well in such circumstances," he admitted, feeling a great deal of admiration for this woman. He had thought her of possible nobility for quite a while now, and he wished to find out if indeed that was the truth.
Brianna stifled the urge to giggle, "And praytell, what IS my supposed station, Boromir. Since it's so obvious to you..." she challenged. Boromir gave a start at such a statement. Was she mocking him?
"I...I had only assumed one of such beauty and grooming could only be of royal blood," he stammered, not sure if he had insulted her or not.
"I'm only teasing, " she laughed heartily, "I am most certainly not royalty, by any means, though I should probably thank you for the compliment,"
"Twas no compliment, milady, but a simple truth," he grinned, relieved she had only been in jest. Brianna blushed, and Boromir could not help but find her more beautiful than before. She was quite a lovely woman, and felt drawn to her, as a moth to a flame. He wondered where she had come from, that she was gifted with such beauty and charm. He did not voice his question though, as she spoke before he had the chance.
"If only certain Elves were as nice as you," she murmured quietly. Boromir bristled slightly at the thought that perhaps she had eyes for the fair Elf. It would not be the first time that a woman of man had fallen under the spell of Elven beauty. And it seemed at the mere thought of him, he appeared.
"It is not for a lack of effort," he near growled as he appeared from around the corner. Brianna simply rolled her eyes, finding herself used to his foul mood.
Boromir looked discreetly at the two, his heart lightening at this bickering banter. They hadn't gotten along since he had accused her of being a spy, and he felt a little silly for thinking that perhaps she had grown fond of him.
"Look. It's obvious you don't like me, Elf-boy. That's fine. So let's not pretend that you give a damn about what happens to me, and we just ignore each other, alrighty?"
"I do not dislike you, Brianna. I..." He ignored the hardly veiled insult and he really didn't have the words, or the self-control at that moment to voice his confusion.
Boromir saw the tension between the two rising quickly, and cast a very harsh glance at Legolas.
"Come," he gestured to Brianna as he stood, holding out his hand, "Let us take a walk and explore this wondrous place,"
Brianna really felt like just going to sleep. But as she looked at Legolas, her anger boiled once again, and she gladly accepted Boromir's offer. Placing her hand in his, she rose gracefully. Casting a withering glance at Legolas, she turned her back to him and began walking with her "savior".
Once she thought they were out of earshot, she mumbled, "Is he always so...ugh!?" Brianna couldn't even come up with a word. The sound would be more appropriate, anyway, she thought. Boromir laughed heartily. She was an unusual lady, that was for certain. But not an unpleasant one...
Legolas watched them walk off, a look of disbelief marring his fair features. Had he not just asked her but moments ago to walk with him through the Elf haven? Did she perhaps care for Boromir? The thought rattled in Legolas's brain for a moment, and then he heard her observation of him. He cast his eyes down to the lush green floor of the forest. He'd failed to keep his promise, only made a short time ago. He had hurt her feelings again, though he wasn't sure how. His words a few moments ago had been harsh, but not so much so that it could be taken as ill will, for certain. She certainly was cause for much confusion in his mind.
"Ihiril tulath, mellon" 'The lady will come back, friend'
He had heard Aragorn approach, and easily recognized the footfalls of his friend. "I care not. I simply was trying to atone for my actions. If she does not wish to accept that, I can do no more,"
Aragorn did his best to hide his smile, though his Elven friend had not turned to face him, "Legolas, you lay your words upon ears that have listened to your heart. I have known you nearly all my life, and have yet to see you so captivated by anyone,"
"You have known me for your mortal life...but there is much you do not know," he sighed, turning to him, "but that is of no matter. I simply wished to uphold my honor and my promise to her. Nothing more,"
Aragorn noted his elven friend's posture and demeanor, "So you have seen Shaenyn?" The silent response was enough to give Aragorn some insight into Legolas's troubled heart, "Brianna is not Shaenyn,"
"Do not speak to me as though I were a child Aragorn. I may not look aged, but my years far outnumber yours," he spat, not being able to hold back his anger. It wasn't the Dunedain he was angry with, but he happened to be the recipient.
"I meant no disrespect, Legolas," Aragorn soothed, knowing Legolas had not meant to sound so harsh, "But you can not underestimate the power of a heart. And most certainly not a heart as open as yours. Elves are quick to love, and quicker to deny it. Particularly when it involves a mortal. I had seen it in Arwen upon our first meeting, as I can easily see it in you,"
"I do not know this girl. She is but a mere child," he argued, not liking how his mind so easily accepted Aragorn's argument.
"Nay, Legolas. Fiery and innocent as she may be, she is a woman. A fact Boromir has easily taken notice of," he added, and knowingly saw Legolas's crystal blue eyes flare in a veiled emotion. As quickly as it had appeared, though, it was gone. A ripple of laughter flowed through the breeze, and though he had heard little of it, Legolas recognized it as Brianna's breezy laugh. He closed his eyes for a moment, and decided that he was going to keep his promise to her, whether she wanted him to or not. If anything, for his own honor, he told himself.
"Oh, Boromir. You really are a charmer," Brianna giggled, as she picked the leaves that had gotten stuck in his hair. The poor man had walked straight into a low hanging branch and fallen unceremoniously to the ground. He chuckled softly, and gazed at her face. She was extrordinarily beautiful when she was happy, and Boromir couldn't help but smile at her. His hand reached up and lightly brushed a strand of hair out of her face, marveling in the strange hue it had.
"Tell me, fair maiden. What manner of woman are you that has hair of such color?" he questioned, fingering the red tip of one of her locks.
"Oh, my friend Chris dyed it for me," she answered absently, still trying to control the laughter leaking from her gut.
"Dyed...?" Boromir looked puzzled.
"Oh, well I suppose you dont' have dye yet...It's a liquid that you put on your hair to change the color," she explained. He still looked slightly confused, but nodded his head.
"Ah. So it's like a disguise?" he responded, eliciting another fit of giggles from Brianna.
"Sort of. Kind of like trying to turn yourself into a new person," she supposed.
"Why would you want to change? You're quite lovely the way you are," he sombered, and told her quietly.
"Thank you," she murmured, suddenly a bit uncomfortable with the change in his voice, "I'm really kind of tired...you think we could head back now?"
Boromir knew immediately she was retreating, and aquiesced. "Of course. You must be dreadfully tired," he said to her, and began to return to camp.
Legolas heard them approaching and slipped into the shadows. He didn't want to seem confrontational, because not only did he not want to upset Brianna again, but Boromir was a respected member of the fellowship. He watched ever silently as he took Bryn's hand and placed a gentle kiss upon it.
"Goodnight, sweet lady," Boromir whispered as he turned and headed back towards the rest of the fellowship. Legolas waited until he was out of sight before attempting to head out of his seclusion.
"Milady?" he asked ever so quietly. It was a wonder she'd heard him at all, she though to herself. Her eyes fixed on the one who had vexed her so much recently. His pale, satinesque hair glistened in the moonlight and she resisted the urge to go over to him and...and what? Run her fingers through it, or yank it out at the roots? She wasn't quite sure. His face was tilted down but his eyes were fixed upon her.
Brianna sighed. "Legolas, I'm really tired. Can't this wait?"
"Yes, but I really wish to speak to you now. Could you spare me just a moment?"
Brianna looked at him, realizing with some amusement, that he was trying to be as passive and unconfrontational as possible. He appeared almost like a child...how could she say no?
Legolas gazed at her during the silence between them. Her hair hanging by her face, much like a torch in the night sky, looked as though it glowed in the bright moonlight of Lorien. But it was her eyes, or more the expressiveness of them, that drew him in. She could not veil her emotions, for anyone with half a mind could read her soul through the beryl pools. And in those emerald depths. he read her hesitancy. And with that image burned in his mind, he turned away.
"Wait..."