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universe, LOTR will be mine!!! Muahahahahaha!!!! Well, I'm allowed to dream
right? I have no money if you want to sue me, so see ch.1.
A/N Sorry about the wait but I had psycho parents who forced me to do Extra summer reading!! Can you believe it? To All My Lovely Reviewers- thankyouthankyouthankyou!!!!!
As he slowly ascended the stairway he paused a moment relishing the feel of the cool breeze on his face. He was about to continue when he heard a small sigh come from above. Someone was already there. He stood there for a moment, silently debating whether or no he should continue up the stairs. His curiosity won the silent battle and he quietly continued up. He came to the top and was coming out into the open when he spotted Cambriella leaning against the entrance rail. He gave a slight gasp of shock at seeing her there and she turned around, startled.
"Oh," she said softly, "It's you."
He turned around and started to go back down the stairs.
"Wait." She called her voice gentle and calm, "Please, don't go. I owe you an explanation"
"Well," he replied, "I guess I probably owe you one too."
There was silence between them broken only by the sound of the wind. "I love being up here," Cambriella, said her voice distant. "I can always relax. This is my favorite place. Look," she said pointing, "On the horizon you can see as far as the Hobbit's Shire."
Legolas proceeded back up the stairs and sat down next to her. There was again silence as they both gazed out, each thinking their own thoughts. Legolas broke the silence, "I am truly regretful of how I spoke today. The words were far harsher then I ever meant them to be indeed I did not mean to say them at all."
"Please, do not be sorry that you said them, they hurt, but I am glad someone finally opened my mind. You were right. I indeed have no reason to blame the elves. I have been given so much by them and have returned so little." Cambriella turned towards him and he was startled to see that there were tears on her face, "But sometimes it is indeed easier to blame others then yourself, is it not?"
He reached forward and brushed her tears away, an action that startled them both somewhat. "Yes," he said softly, "It is." There was another short pause then, "But how could it have been your fault?"
"They did not tell you?" She asked as a reply, seeming genuinely surprised.
"No, they told me that if I wanted to know the whole story I would have to ask you. That was why I approach you today." He said. Then, spreading his hands palms up, he asked, "Would you tell me?"
She turned away and drew a shaky breath, "Yes I will tell you she said, but you must do one thing for me first."
He frowned slightly wondering what she had in store for him, "Very well." He said warily
"I was wondering if," she turned to look at him, "If you could, well, tell me your name."
Legolas gave a small laugh and Cambriella managed a weak smile.
"Of course," he said, "I am Legolas Greenleaf of Mirkwood."
"I take it you already know my name?" she stated
"Would it anger you if I said yes?" he said
"No, I get angry to easily." She leaned back again, contemplating where to start. "I ask that you try to save any unanswered questions until I finish." She drew a deep breath and started: "I grew up in a small village. My father was the Lord of the land and it was that when he abdicated I would be left with the power over our land. My mother was mostly Elven, although she had some mortal blood. She was enough Elven though that when my father, a mortal, died, she would live out the rest of her days in Lothlorion. Soon after my tenth year I became an apprentice to a wizard. From him I learned the ways of magic. My father died when I was 100, for although I was mortal I was enough Elven that I knew I would live much longer then any other mortal. When Mordor became more then a name, I protected my people from attacks with magic and actual fighting. I had been raised with the sword and I had acquired a taste for archery. Over those next years I met Caleb. He was a traveler. When we met we instantly fell in love. He had been raised as a noble somewhere, but had left that life in search of adventure. He to was also part Elven although it was only a very small part. He shared my power and fought next to me to defend our people. Our marriage was less then a week away when Celeb received a request to visit his family in Lothlorion. We where here in Imladris when he left to visit. We had had an argument over something petty. I don't even remember what it was. All I remember is that I refused to go with him. He begged me to come but no, I was too proud. He left. Two days later I got word of his death. He was ambushed on his way back. I was told that he had been out numbered. Sauron had sent orcs to kill both him, and me however I was not there as you remember. He was killed alone and forsaken because of me!" her voice cracked and she started to sob, "When I received word of his death, I ran through Imladris, sobbing. I did not believe I could be true. That night I saddled a horse and galloped to the place. I saw it was true from the way the branches around there had been broken up and the earth was torn and trampled. I followed the tracks of the orcs until dawn when I saw them. I killed every one of them. I would have died there too had not Elrond and Aragorn found me. I recovered at Imladris until I rode away one morning. Now I have come back in time for the second war." She looked back down as she started to sob again. Legolas watched her shoulders shake until he could not bare to see her so alone. He put an arm around her shoulders and she leaned against him, still crying. The tears slowly diminished and her breathing became even.
She looked up at him and gave a small, grateful, smile. She sniffed and rubbed her nose. "Well," she said, "I suppose you have some questions."
"Yes, I do, although I will not voice them if it will cause you distress, Lady" Legolas said pensively.
"No, no, I will be happy to answer any questions you have. Everyone has been telling me to speak more openly about this instead of keeping everything inside, and I find that it does feel better in the end if I do speak." She replied
"Then Lady-" he began but Cambriella interrupted softly
"Please call me Cambriella. Lady is to formal for my taste."
"Of course, but you will then call me Legolas, all right?
"Fair enough." She replied.
He continued, "I noticed that you had said you used to be part mortal. What happened with that?"
"As you know I am a mix of Elven and mortal, my mortal blood is all but gone, for when I learned magic, I had to sacrifice a part of me, this being my mortal blood. As a result I am now barely mortal, mostly Elven and somewhat magical."
"So, you can do magic?" he asked, somewhat surprised
"Yes, although only when the need arises." She replied
There was a pause then Legolas said, "Why would Sauron want to kill you in particular."
Cambriella waited a minute before answering, "Because I know things he does not know and because by killing me he would gain the power I had attained through magic." She gave a small sniff, "If Caleb hadn't met me, he wouldn't be dead now."
There was quiet until Legolas stood up, "Come," he said helping her up and pulling her toward the edge of the tower, "Look up. Do you see the stars? It is said that every loved one who passes away, passes on as a star. Your Caleb looks down on you and he wants you to be happy."
She looked at him, slightly awed, "You really believe so?" she asked
"You speak of the love you had for each other. Do you really think he could just leave you?"
"No." She smiled up at the sky and then at Legolas, "You are a true friend. Thank you for your words, although I feel sadness behind them." she said,
"Yes, for I too have lost loved ones, yet I know that they wish for me to continue my life in happiness and I know that they will never be truly gone." Legolas said softly. He gave a slight nod to her, "I must go now or I will be missed."
"I should come as well for they may wonder where I am." She said as she moved to accompany him down the stairs.
"If you desire to stay here, I will tell them where you are." he said.
She gave him a grateful smile, "Thank you Legolas," She said moving back to the railing, "I will stay here." Legolas watched her for a moment as she gazed out into the night. He then turned and silently proceeded down the stairs.
Legolas returned to his room, head spinning. So this was her life. She was right; it had been destroyed very badly. He sank into a seat by the window and resumed his thoughts. Why had he comforted her when she had cried? Wasn't he angry with her for how she treated her own people, the elves? But no a small voice replied in his head she did say somewhat that he had been true when I accused her on the walkway she will no doubt treat everyone better, but still why did she listen to me? He continued debating until he fell into a rest. The Cambriella woke to someone gently shaking her, "Cambriella, Cambriella. Wake up." A soft voice said.
"What? Where am I? What happened?" she sat up, looked around confused, and winced. She was leaning against the inner railing of the tower and had drifted into sleep. Aragorn was shaking her gently. She stood up, stiff from spending the night on the tower.
"Come," Aragorn said, "We worried when you did not come down this morning to eat. Legolas told us where you were."
She looked over the railing and up at the sky. The sun was already high. "I have been here the entire night?" she said disbelievingly
"That is the way it seems," said Aragorn "Come," he repeated, "You must be hungry." She then slowly followed him down the stairway.
A/N- I do have more written, I just need people to review first. Hee!
A/N Sorry about the wait but I had psycho parents who forced me to do Extra summer reading!! Can you believe it? To All My Lovely Reviewers- thankyouthankyouthankyou!!!!!
As he slowly ascended the stairway he paused a moment relishing the feel of the cool breeze on his face. He was about to continue when he heard a small sigh come from above. Someone was already there. He stood there for a moment, silently debating whether or no he should continue up the stairs. His curiosity won the silent battle and he quietly continued up. He came to the top and was coming out into the open when he spotted Cambriella leaning against the entrance rail. He gave a slight gasp of shock at seeing her there and she turned around, startled.
"Oh," she said softly, "It's you."
He turned around and started to go back down the stairs.
"Wait." She called her voice gentle and calm, "Please, don't go. I owe you an explanation"
"Well," he replied, "I guess I probably owe you one too."
There was silence between them broken only by the sound of the wind. "I love being up here," Cambriella, said her voice distant. "I can always relax. This is my favorite place. Look," she said pointing, "On the horizon you can see as far as the Hobbit's Shire."
Legolas proceeded back up the stairs and sat down next to her. There was again silence as they both gazed out, each thinking their own thoughts. Legolas broke the silence, "I am truly regretful of how I spoke today. The words were far harsher then I ever meant them to be indeed I did not mean to say them at all."
"Please, do not be sorry that you said them, they hurt, but I am glad someone finally opened my mind. You were right. I indeed have no reason to blame the elves. I have been given so much by them and have returned so little." Cambriella turned towards him and he was startled to see that there were tears on her face, "But sometimes it is indeed easier to blame others then yourself, is it not?"
He reached forward and brushed her tears away, an action that startled them both somewhat. "Yes," he said softly, "It is." There was another short pause then, "But how could it have been your fault?"
"They did not tell you?" She asked as a reply, seeming genuinely surprised.
"No, they told me that if I wanted to know the whole story I would have to ask you. That was why I approach you today." He said. Then, spreading his hands palms up, he asked, "Would you tell me?"
She turned away and drew a shaky breath, "Yes I will tell you she said, but you must do one thing for me first."
He frowned slightly wondering what she had in store for him, "Very well." He said warily
"I was wondering if," she turned to look at him, "If you could, well, tell me your name."
Legolas gave a small laugh and Cambriella managed a weak smile.
"Of course," he said, "I am Legolas Greenleaf of Mirkwood."
"I take it you already know my name?" she stated
"Would it anger you if I said yes?" he said
"No, I get angry to easily." She leaned back again, contemplating where to start. "I ask that you try to save any unanswered questions until I finish." She drew a deep breath and started: "I grew up in a small village. My father was the Lord of the land and it was that when he abdicated I would be left with the power over our land. My mother was mostly Elven, although she had some mortal blood. She was enough Elven though that when my father, a mortal, died, she would live out the rest of her days in Lothlorion. Soon after my tenth year I became an apprentice to a wizard. From him I learned the ways of magic. My father died when I was 100, for although I was mortal I was enough Elven that I knew I would live much longer then any other mortal. When Mordor became more then a name, I protected my people from attacks with magic and actual fighting. I had been raised with the sword and I had acquired a taste for archery. Over those next years I met Caleb. He was a traveler. When we met we instantly fell in love. He had been raised as a noble somewhere, but had left that life in search of adventure. He to was also part Elven although it was only a very small part. He shared my power and fought next to me to defend our people. Our marriage was less then a week away when Celeb received a request to visit his family in Lothlorion. We where here in Imladris when he left to visit. We had had an argument over something petty. I don't even remember what it was. All I remember is that I refused to go with him. He begged me to come but no, I was too proud. He left. Two days later I got word of his death. He was ambushed on his way back. I was told that he had been out numbered. Sauron had sent orcs to kill both him, and me however I was not there as you remember. He was killed alone and forsaken because of me!" her voice cracked and she started to sob, "When I received word of his death, I ran through Imladris, sobbing. I did not believe I could be true. That night I saddled a horse and galloped to the place. I saw it was true from the way the branches around there had been broken up and the earth was torn and trampled. I followed the tracks of the orcs until dawn when I saw them. I killed every one of them. I would have died there too had not Elrond and Aragorn found me. I recovered at Imladris until I rode away one morning. Now I have come back in time for the second war." She looked back down as she started to sob again. Legolas watched her shoulders shake until he could not bare to see her so alone. He put an arm around her shoulders and she leaned against him, still crying. The tears slowly diminished and her breathing became even.
She looked up at him and gave a small, grateful, smile. She sniffed and rubbed her nose. "Well," she said, "I suppose you have some questions."
"Yes, I do, although I will not voice them if it will cause you distress, Lady" Legolas said pensively.
"No, no, I will be happy to answer any questions you have. Everyone has been telling me to speak more openly about this instead of keeping everything inside, and I find that it does feel better in the end if I do speak." She replied
"Then Lady-" he began but Cambriella interrupted softly
"Please call me Cambriella. Lady is to formal for my taste."
"Of course, but you will then call me Legolas, all right?
"Fair enough." She replied.
He continued, "I noticed that you had said you used to be part mortal. What happened with that?"
"As you know I am a mix of Elven and mortal, my mortal blood is all but gone, for when I learned magic, I had to sacrifice a part of me, this being my mortal blood. As a result I am now barely mortal, mostly Elven and somewhat magical."
"So, you can do magic?" he asked, somewhat surprised
"Yes, although only when the need arises." She replied
There was a pause then Legolas said, "Why would Sauron want to kill you in particular."
Cambriella waited a minute before answering, "Because I know things he does not know and because by killing me he would gain the power I had attained through magic." She gave a small sniff, "If Caleb hadn't met me, he wouldn't be dead now."
There was quiet until Legolas stood up, "Come," he said helping her up and pulling her toward the edge of the tower, "Look up. Do you see the stars? It is said that every loved one who passes away, passes on as a star. Your Caleb looks down on you and he wants you to be happy."
She looked at him, slightly awed, "You really believe so?" she asked
"You speak of the love you had for each other. Do you really think he could just leave you?"
"No." She smiled up at the sky and then at Legolas, "You are a true friend. Thank you for your words, although I feel sadness behind them." she said,
"Yes, for I too have lost loved ones, yet I know that they wish for me to continue my life in happiness and I know that they will never be truly gone." Legolas said softly. He gave a slight nod to her, "I must go now or I will be missed."
"I should come as well for they may wonder where I am." She said as she moved to accompany him down the stairs.
"If you desire to stay here, I will tell them where you are." he said.
She gave him a grateful smile, "Thank you Legolas," She said moving back to the railing, "I will stay here." Legolas watched her for a moment as she gazed out into the night. He then turned and silently proceeded down the stairs.
Legolas returned to his room, head spinning. So this was her life. She was right; it had been destroyed very badly. He sank into a seat by the window and resumed his thoughts. Why had he comforted her when she had cried? Wasn't he angry with her for how she treated her own people, the elves? But no a small voice replied in his head she did say somewhat that he had been true when I accused her on the walkway she will no doubt treat everyone better, but still why did she listen to me? He continued debating until he fell into a rest. The Cambriella woke to someone gently shaking her, "Cambriella, Cambriella. Wake up." A soft voice said.
"What? Where am I? What happened?" she sat up, looked around confused, and winced. She was leaning against the inner railing of the tower and had drifted into sleep. Aragorn was shaking her gently. She stood up, stiff from spending the night on the tower.
"Come," Aragorn said, "We worried when you did not come down this morning to eat. Legolas told us where you were."
She looked over the railing and up at the sky. The sun was already high. "I have been here the entire night?" she said disbelievingly
"That is the way it seems," said Aragorn "Come," he repeated, "You must be hungry." She then slowly followed him down the stairway.
A/N- I do have more written, I just need people to review first. Hee!
