Authors note: Hey every body! I finally decided to
write this little love story, although I've had it in my mind for quite a
while. Those of you, who are complete LotR fans, please forgive me if I state
something wrong, but I don't consider myself a pro, and most of this comes from
my mind. Please Review, review, review! Any ideas and comments will be greatly
appreciated! I hope you enjoy it!
Oh, and before I forget, (yeah you saw it coming) I do not own Legolas (I wish
I did, but I don't) or any other characters or places such as Mirkwood that
were in the book. So please don't sue. Keep this in mind for every chapter
please. On with the story!
Note: Italics indicate thoughts.
"Do you think he speaks the common speech?" Legolas was very
surprised to learn from the voice that his captor was a woman. From the strong
kick on the head by which he was captured, he was sure it was a man. Legolas
had awoken from his unconsciousness a while back, but decided not to show it by
remaining still and keeping his eyes closed (as elves do only in their
unconsciousness) in order to learn more about the situation. The voice that
spoke was very clear and beautiful, yet strong in some way. He right away
figured out that there was at least one more person in the boat. Well, either
that, or his captor was talking to herself. He realized that they were in a
boat a while back because of the constant rowing he heard.
A relatively low voice of another woman answered the first with more than a bit
of obvious anger and sarcasm. "Well, we would know that if he was not asleep
now would we not?"
"I am sorry Nithem. It is just that I am worried. We do not know what an elf is
doing by himself in the forest. The only explanation I can think of is that
evil is near by." Legolas was happy that he had learned one of the names. He
already learned a lot from this small conversation. Nithem was apparently the
stronger one, while the other, most likely still very young, depended on her
greatly. He decided to wait even longer before letting them know he awoke, for
he wanted to know what had happened to Middle Earth while he was gone.
Legolas drifted off, ignoring his captors' conversation for a bit in order to
think back and try to remember what had happened to him. His memory was fuzzy,
and some things he could not recall, as hard as he tried. He recalled however
his voyage over the sea with Gimli. Since then, long has it been that he has
seen his dear friend. The voyage was a very exciting trip, especially after the
War of the Ring. Why he came back and did no stay across the sea with his
friend he did not know. Something drew him back. Perhaps it was the
responsibility to become what he should have become a long time ago: The King
of Mirkwood. Perhaps it was to try, although he was not sure he wanted to, find
a wife.
He remembered sailing back by
himself, on a ship he had to build. When he finally landed on earth he should
have recognized, he found that it was not how he left it. The scene he left
behind was completely gone. A fire, as he could tell by the burnt marks on the
ground, destroyed the welcoming grass and flowers that he saw on his departure.
With a saddened spirit, he made his way towards his beloved forest of Mirkwood,
only to find himself lost in the newly made paths and tunnels. After only 3
hours of searching aimlessly for anything he could recognize he was struck on
the head from behind by an amazingly strong kick that sent the young elf into
unconsciousness. The next thing the young Prince remembered was awakening in
this boat with bags full of sand, or food, or...well, he really didn't know
what it was that was holding him down.
Legolas decided to try to listen once again to the conversation his captors
were leading. He had to wait a while before the younger one finally spoke words
that actually made the young elf hold his breath. With a giggle she quietly
said, "You know, he is really handsome. I wonder how old he is...You know, he
looks really wise too...And..." The girl was cut off by Nithem's laughter.
"Oh Alinne" Nithem could barely say the words in between outbursts of laughter.
"You do not even know him! For all you
know he could be a messenger from Him." She suddenly seized her laughter and
her voice took on a caring but very serious tone. " Alinne, but what about
Nerodel...Why do you keep your head in the clouds? He is offering all that you
could ever need, his love, a house, a respectable name, and protection." She
sighed and waited for Alinne to provide an answer, if there indeed was one
worth mentioning.
"Nithem, I told you already, I just do not care for him..." She paused for a
bit and thoughts of sadness and loss filled her head. Why do I not? He is respected, and Nithem
is right, he is willing to offer everything I could ever want...but.... Ugh!!!!
What is it?! What is wrong with me?! Why do I not seem drawn to him? Her thoughts were interrupted by Nithem's
voice.
"You need to figure this out soon. Alinne, you need to find a husband, or we
both know what will happen..."
"But if I cannot choose, I should trust my parent's pick. They will pick the
best husband possible..." given a surprised and confused look her friend,
Alinne quickly changed what she had said to a more truthful confession. "Yes, I
know. I could never trust their choice! They do not know love! I have no idea
why they got married themselves! All they do is fight!" The girl put her hand
up to her forehead, and breathed in deep, slow, breaths trying to calm herself
down.
Legolas finally let his breath go, not even realizing that he held it for so
long.
"He is awake" he heard Alinne say this with a cautious voice. In his head, he
cursed himself for not being quieter.
"How long do you think he has been listening?" asked Nithem quietly as the
young prince finally let his eyes open. What he saw were 2 pairs of eyes
staring into his. He realized that he could not figure out which one was
Nithem, and which was Alinne. If he had been well, instead of dizzy from the
blinding light, he could probably guess by remembering where the voices came
from, but his head was suddenly spinning with fatigue and a terrible headache.
Legolas noticed that both were elves. One turned around and continued to
paddle, while the other finally said, "Are you all right?". Legolas was
relieved to finally figure out that it was Nithem who turned around and Alinne
who once again repeated her question, still not receiving an answer except for
the elf's stare towards her.
"Where are you from?" The elf saw it wise not to reveal anything about himself
yet, so he turned his gaze away from her eyes and observed the things around
him. Alinne and Nithem were wearing similar outfits. A green skirt (that was
very short, probably in order to accommodate women in running, hunting and
horseback riding), a small brownish-greenish shirt that matched exactly to the
color of an oak in autumn, and a cloak that made them look like if they had
lain down on the ground, a mouse would have passed them by.
The boat rode onto the shore, and knowing that they have reached their
destination, Legolas finally looked up to what fortunes he was heading.
Authors note: Please review and tell me what you think. Also, don't
worry, it gets much more exciting in the next chapters. I just had to start it
off somewhere.
