A/N: Hi. Boo... bad weather! It's raining, and I got caught in it.. so now I am soaked. Wonderful. Anyway, thank you to everyone who reviewed, it's very motivating. *^^*
~ she fights, she sings, she's a princess? That's...like...all three of them. together. no flaws. You *must* fix this!
heehee... I'm getting to that. *^^* Of course she's not perfect... I'll show her flaws soon enough. Actually, right now, I think she's rather vain.. but maybe that's just me. Anyway, read on! :) ~Feathers of the Wind
A Sunset Love
Chapter 4: Friendly Interrogations
As Mithdelothwen entered her forest, she was in a dreamy haze.
"Oh, he was so... beautiful." Never before, had Mithdelothwen been so affected by a male elf. But then again, Legolas wasn't your average looking elf. (*^^*) Mithdelothwen thought about how his bright blue eyes seemed to be able to stare right through her, making her feel naked beneath his gaze. His hair was like golden sunshine, surrounding his head with a golden halo.
Mithdelothwen reached up to her to look at the beautiful flower Legolas had just given her. It was beautiful and unique, unlike any other flower she'd ever seen. It had the color and shape of a blue forget-me-not, but the silver streaks on the petals made it look totally different.
As she was inhaling its sweet scent and dreaming of Legolas, of course Enantoion had to show up.
"Where have you been Mithdelothwen?-- princess??" Enantoion asked, after seeing a dreamy look upon her face.
"hmm? Sorry, what was that?" Not even Enantoion could put her in a bad mood. However, Enantoion's gaze dropped to the flower she was holding in her hand.
"Where did you get that?" Enantoion asked, rather intrigued, but at the same time, suspicious. As he moved towards her, she moved back, shielding the flower from his view.
"Umm.. nowhere. I just found it." Enantoion could tell that she was lying, but he wasn't about to anger the princess and risk getting his cheat chopped off, or worse... his hair. He then remembered why he was looking for her.
"Your father wants to speak with you again." Enantoion said, still looking at the flower that Mithdelothwen held in her hands like precious gold.
"Does he say what for?" She asked. Already, her father had requested to speak to her twice in one day? Enantoion shook his head.
"No.. but he seemed in a good mood." Mithdelothwen nodded, and began to walk towards "the Silver Circle" for the second time that day. As she walked past Enantoion, he said,
"I know you didn't 'just find' that flower... someone gave it to you." Mithdelothwen turned to look at him.
" And that business is none of yours to meddle in." She said coolly, turning away.
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When Legolas returned to Lothlorien, everyone was up and about. When they spotted Legolas nearly skipping back to them, Gimli said,
"Ho! And what's this? Legolas gets a good morning kiss! What of the rest of us?" He joked. Legolas looked stunned.
"How did you know about..." He reached up to his cheek, to see it there was any lipstick. Aragorn held a mirror up to Legolas' face. Indeed, there was a lip mark, very faint, but still noticeable against Legolas' pale complexion. It was a very light pink, that looked rather silly on Legolas' stunned face. Grinning sheepishly, he tried to wipe it off with his sleeve as the other laughed.
"So," said Boromir, patting Legolas on the back, "Who is the lucky elf-maiden? It is a maiden, is it not?" Everyone laughed at his joke. Although Legolas didn't want his 'Love Life' to be the center of attention, he told them, just to get Boromir to shut-up.
"Princess Mithdelothwen of Loriá."
"Ah, of course it's a princess... is she pretty?" Of course, a classic question to ask, from Aragorn.
"She's an elf. What do you think?" Legolas said, pride slightly evident in his voice. "But yes, she is very beautiful." Aragorn was still thinking, though.
"She is from Loriá, you say?" Legolas nodded, slightly confused.
"Hmm.. Loriá hasn't been heard of for centuries. They are the healer elves that prefer to stay secluded in their mysterious forest." Aragorn finally said.
"Healer elves?" Legolas asked. Aragorn looked at him, slightly surprised.
"She didn't tell you?" Legolas shook his head. Aragorn sighed.
"Then perhaps it would've been better, had I kept my mouth shut. Maybe there was reason for her not telling you." Legolas had another question on his mind.
"If Healer Elves haven't been heard of for Centuries, how would you know of them?" Legolas was nearly 3000 years of age, Aragorn was in his early 30's, late 20's (-- ??? sorry if I'm wrong) and Aragorn knew of them, and he did not??
" I simply recall a simple story my mother told me when I was young." Aragorn answered.
"Healer elves are of an ancient, dwindling race. They stay hidden because of their healing abilities. Imagine, if everyone knew they could heal major injuries in a second, they would all come to bother the elves." Aragorn explained.
So That's why they stay hidden... Legolas thought, finally understanding.
"She knows of Gandalf... she was very close friends with him." Legolas said.
"Oh really?" Boromir asked, and Legolas nodded. "Well, I take it you hadn't any breakfast, so I told the hobbits to save you some." Boromir looked at the hobbits. Frodo and Sam looked at Pippin and Merry. Merry and Pippin were still looking at Boromir.
"Where's the food?" Boromir asked. Pippin and Merry looked at each other.
"We thought you said, 'Save the food for second breakfast.' It's gone." Pippin admitted.
"Why you little..." Boromir began chasing Pippin and Merry through the woods. Everyone laughed, while Frodo and Sam sighed, shaking their heads.
"Come Legolas. It's almost Lunch time anyway." Aragorn's voice carried through the woods.
"Lunch?!" They could hear Pippin's distant voice squeak. "Do you hear that Merry? They're going to eat without us!"
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"Father, you wanted to see me?" Mithdelothwen asked, after seeing her father looking around rather... happily.
"Yes, yes... sit!" Her father exclaimed. Mithdelothwen sat in the same chair she did earlier.
"Now dear, you know you are about 2500 years old... I think it's time you--"
"Find a husband." Mithdelothwen finished, looking bored. Her father sighed.
"I know you really don't want a committed relationship so soon, but--" Again, he was cut off.
"But father, I've found someone." Her father looked shocked.
"You.. ok. Umm.. great." Mithdelothwen noticed her father's voice lacking enthusiasm in that sentence.
"father...?" Her father looked at him, then sighed again.
"Mithdelothwen, I am really happy that you've found someone, I really am. But.. you are betrothed." Mithdelothwen wanted to cry, kick and scream, but instead asked in sadness,
"To whom?"
" That's the problem, I don't know. Sigh, these seeing glasses are never very specific." Her father pointed to a seeing stone sitting atop a pedestal. Mithdelothwen got up and walked briskly towards it. Taking a deep breath, she focused on it, pleading it to show her betrothed.
The seeing stone showed a bow and arrow lying on a grassy area. They appeared to be in Lothlorien style.
Oh that really helps.. so he's from Lothlorien, not Mirkwood. She thought unhappily.
The scene changed, and showed a flower... that looked exactly like the one she held in her hand! Her hopes began to rise, with it, her heart beat. Could it be? She hoped..
The seeing stone showed one last scene... his eyes. The beautiful cornflower blue eyes, that could see right through her, the eyes that showed kindness and honesty. Legolas.
She passed out on the floor.
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A/N: ok, so maybe it was a little cheesy, in the last part. Oops. :p.. Alright, so now they both know who their betrothed are.. what's going to happen? Only if you review, will I tell! *^^* ~Feathers of the Wind~ 07.18.02
