A/N: apologising for the delay with this, GCSE's started and I had english, eugh, studying for that t me off writign anything for days. And the I.T. GCSE the day before didn't help, made me want to avoid computers completly, so, yeah. Also probably not the best time to be writign a story.
Loswen looked at the gates of Minas Tirith, the trip had taken them two years. Of course, this was mainly because she had insisted on taking detours and stopping to see things and meet new people. Mirglor had grown into a beaming 5 ½ year old. Many of the elves had already left Middle-Earth, she was sad that she would never see Lady Galadriel. The news that Lord Elrond had left was grievous as well. She was glad Thranduil had not been a ring-bearer. Many glorious places were fading, Rivendell was deserted. She longed to have seen the world in the times that Glorfindel had. Aye, Glorfindel had passed over the sea with the Ring-Bearers.
Watching Mirglor, it was clear to Loswen that she did not resemble Legolas, Glorfindel was surely her father. Loswen prayed that no-one else would notice, Legolas was so taken back by the child. There were some men at the gates of the city, probably here to greet them. One was, it was the un-kept human! He looked rather regal, ah, he was Aragorn, King Elessar, she should have listened to Legolas describe the members of the Fellowship better. He had come from the palace to greet them? There, at his side was Arwen, Evenstar of our people, Loswen thought.
Aragorn watched the group approach, it had been two years since they had left Mirkwood. At the front of the troop rode Legolas and Loswen, their silver hair shining in the mid-day sun. With Loswen rode a small child, her gold hair shining brightly, she could not be theirs, could she? She appeared somewhat like Loswen, but nothing like Legolas. She reminded him of someone, although he could not place them.
Legolas dismounted and helped Loswen and Mirglor down. Never in Gondor had they seen Legolas' wife or child, he was proud of them, beyond all belief. Mirglor was beautiful, her golden hair, inherited from her mother's side. Her bright green eyes beamed. As the hold of the elves failed, he wished to do this one thing, so that they would have a lasting legacy in the south.
Arwen looked at the child, aye, this was no child of Mirkwood, this child was… Glorfindel's. Yes, the resemblance, it would not be apparent except to those who had met Glorfindel and knew him well. Legolas, judging by the way he looked at the child, had no idea. Perhaps she should tell Legolas, nay, it might destroy their happiness, what did it matter who the father was, Legolas treated her as his daughter, therefore, that's what she was. Loswen was looking at Arwen, her eyes pleading, she knew Arwen knew.
"…this is Loswen, and this," he lifted Mirglor up, "is Mirglor, my daughter."
The little girl looked around, where was she? Who were all these strange people? She regarded all of the men surrounding her with silence. There was a beautiful woman in front of her. Something important about this lady. Luthien? From the story, the fairytale lady. A voice chimed in her head, *no child, I'm not, how fair of you to think this*.
Arwen was smiling at Mirglor, how strange, something unspoken must be passing between them, Aragorn thought. What was he saying to Legolas again? Oh yes, "I welcome you, Legolas, son of Thranduil." No, that wasn't it, perhaps he was going senile, but he was so young.
This was a meeting that Loswen had been worried about. Un-kept human and the Evenstar had spent a pro-longed amount of time around Glorfindel. Arwen had seen Glorfindel and Loswen become friends, as had un-kept human (must stop referring to him as that, Loswen thought, he's now the King of Gondor and Arnor). She saw Arwen look at herself and Legolas and then at the child. Recognition sparked in her eyes, Aragorn was looking at them as well, but he did not seem to realise it. She was foolish to think that they would not notice. Aragorn appeared to have been so distracted that he forgot what he was saying. He stopped in mid-sentence and repeated himself. Her eyes quickly darted to Legolas, he was still beaming, he seemed not to have noticed the looks on Arwen's and Aragorn's faces. Silently she pleaded with Arwen not to say anything.
Legolas looked at Aragorn, Kingship was taking its toll...and age. He had forgotten what he was saying in mid-sentence and then repeated himself! I suppose he is quite old in human years. Legolas laughed, "is old age getting to you my friend? It has not been /that/ long since I was last here."
A/N ok, Glorfindel's gone…because I've got this whole big plan worked out, and I need him gone, cause they'll be a big thing between Legolas and Glorfindel, but it may not be in this story, cause we all know Legolas goes to Valinor, so it could happen there (and I'm gna thank my only reviewer, I would have actually stopped yesterday…but look, I actually made a plan and plan to finish this…see my other stories to get what I mean, I have a habit of not finishing things and not having stories longer than 5000 words)
Loswen looked at the gates of Minas Tirith, the trip had taken them two years. Of course, this was mainly because she had insisted on taking detours and stopping to see things and meet new people. Mirglor had grown into a beaming 5 ½ year old. Many of the elves had already left Middle-Earth, she was sad that she would never see Lady Galadriel. The news that Lord Elrond had left was grievous as well. She was glad Thranduil had not been a ring-bearer. Many glorious places were fading, Rivendell was deserted. She longed to have seen the world in the times that Glorfindel had. Aye, Glorfindel had passed over the sea with the Ring-Bearers.
Watching Mirglor, it was clear to Loswen that she did not resemble Legolas, Glorfindel was surely her father. Loswen prayed that no-one else would notice, Legolas was so taken back by the child. There were some men at the gates of the city, probably here to greet them. One was, it was the un-kept human! He looked rather regal, ah, he was Aragorn, King Elessar, she should have listened to Legolas describe the members of the Fellowship better. He had come from the palace to greet them? There, at his side was Arwen, Evenstar of our people, Loswen thought.
Aragorn watched the group approach, it had been two years since they had left Mirkwood. At the front of the troop rode Legolas and Loswen, their silver hair shining in the mid-day sun. With Loswen rode a small child, her gold hair shining brightly, she could not be theirs, could she? She appeared somewhat like Loswen, but nothing like Legolas. She reminded him of someone, although he could not place them.
Legolas dismounted and helped Loswen and Mirglor down. Never in Gondor had they seen Legolas' wife or child, he was proud of them, beyond all belief. Mirglor was beautiful, her golden hair, inherited from her mother's side. Her bright green eyes beamed. As the hold of the elves failed, he wished to do this one thing, so that they would have a lasting legacy in the south.
Arwen looked at the child, aye, this was no child of Mirkwood, this child was… Glorfindel's. Yes, the resemblance, it would not be apparent except to those who had met Glorfindel and knew him well. Legolas, judging by the way he looked at the child, had no idea. Perhaps she should tell Legolas, nay, it might destroy their happiness, what did it matter who the father was, Legolas treated her as his daughter, therefore, that's what she was. Loswen was looking at Arwen, her eyes pleading, she knew Arwen knew.
"…this is Loswen, and this," he lifted Mirglor up, "is Mirglor, my daughter."
The little girl looked around, where was she? Who were all these strange people? She regarded all of the men surrounding her with silence. There was a beautiful woman in front of her. Something important about this lady. Luthien? From the story, the fairytale lady. A voice chimed in her head, *no child, I'm not, how fair of you to think this*.
Arwen was smiling at Mirglor, how strange, something unspoken must be passing between them, Aragorn thought. What was he saying to Legolas again? Oh yes, "I welcome you, Legolas, son of Thranduil." No, that wasn't it, perhaps he was going senile, but he was so young.
This was a meeting that Loswen had been worried about. Un-kept human and the Evenstar had spent a pro-longed amount of time around Glorfindel. Arwen had seen Glorfindel and Loswen become friends, as had un-kept human (must stop referring to him as that, Loswen thought, he's now the King of Gondor and Arnor). She saw Arwen look at herself and Legolas and then at the child. Recognition sparked in her eyes, Aragorn was looking at them as well, but he did not seem to realise it. She was foolish to think that they would not notice. Aragorn appeared to have been so distracted that he forgot what he was saying. He stopped in mid-sentence and repeated himself. Her eyes quickly darted to Legolas, he was still beaming, he seemed not to have noticed the looks on Arwen's and Aragorn's faces. Silently she pleaded with Arwen not to say anything.
Legolas looked at Aragorn, Kingship was taking its toll...and age. He had forgotten what he was saying in mid-sentence and then repeated himself! I suppose he is quite old in human years. Legolas laughed, "is old age getting to you my friend? It has not been /that/ long since I was last here."
A/N ok, Glorfindel's gone…because I've got this whole big plan worked out, and I need him gone, cause they'll be a big thing between Legolas and Glorfindel, but it may not be in this story, cause we all know Legolas goes to Valinor, so it could happen there (and I'm gna thank my only reviewer, I would have actually stopped yesterday…but look, I actually made a plan and plan to finish this…see my other stories to get what I mean, I have a habit of not finishing things and not having stories longer than 5000 words)