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them. ALL HAIL TOLKEN, WOUNDERFUL TOLKEN!
Chapter 3
Now that it was decided what had been a gathering of people who care for me returned to a business meeting to organise my life. Soon it was organised. I was to be travailing to Isengard where all the members of the council were gathering for a meeting in Orthantic, the great tower. I would leave the next day, on horseback.
"It will be simplest if I go alone" I said trying to keep my voice steady. I was thinking I'd like some company; this was not going to be an easy task.
"You are not going alone." Elrond may not be my birth father but he is extremely protective of me some times.
Not to be out done, and seeing another chance to suck up to Elrond, Gathren piped up with his point "That's right, our orders from Mirkwood were simple, we must make a plan and follow it through to its completion, I am coming with you." This was not the kind of company I was thinking of. Gathren sneered as he looked at me, adding, "its important someone responsible goes." Mirkwood wants this sorted out, its gone on long enough." as if I couldn't be trusted to see it threw my self.
"What??" I exclaimed "Oh no your not. I would rather go alone than with you!"
"I'm sorry Fen, " Elrond said, "we can not disobey the orders from Mirkwood, Gathren must go" This was not looking good. I was having a hard enough time convincing my self it was a good idea to go, even without the idea of being stuck with Gathren. I turned to Legolas and it seemed he read my mind.
"I will go too"
My subconscious started to through a party! HE'S COMING HE'S COMING!! YAY!!
Elrond looked at all three of us in turn before speaking" Fine. It is decided; the 3 of you shall head to Isengard as quickly as you can. The 3rd Mirkwood companion shall go back to Mirkwood and explain to the king what is going on" After this, Elronds final word on the matter (he always has to have the final word) he left the hall.
* * *
I had a sleepless night. I kept tossing and turning. Every time I did fall asleep I was awoken soon after by terrible nightmares of flashing lights, fire and a thin pointed face I didn't know. Finely I decided to go down to the horse field. Whenever something had been on my mind before, Colbolt had comforted me. I pulled on my light, flowing, and long cloak and softly stepped out onto my balcony.
My room was one of the few not on the ground floor, but that was no problem. I swung the rope that always lay beside the door over the banister and began to climb down. I had use this way out so many times before. I slowly wondered across to the field. I was just climbing over the fence when I spotted some one out across the dark night with the horses. It was Legolas.
"What are you doing out hear?" I asked as I walked elegantly over to where he was standing, stroking his horse. He was also dressed in his nightclothes, with a cloak over them.
"Maybe I should ask you the same question," the words were angry but he was smiling.
"I was having trouble sleeping, I've got a lot on my mind and the horses are so peaceful at night, it clears my head." I answered. I couldn't help noticing how strong and tough he looked out hear, and yet everything about his personality was light and kind, and so gentle. It was not long before we were slumped on the grass, chatting and laughing. He told me al about his life back home. What it was like to live in a palace and how much he disliked his father.
"Why do you not like him?" I asked when he mentioned it.
"He is pompous and cruel. He believes too much in pure blood lines and wealth, no elf should be like that." Legolas spoke sadly. He truly cared about his father, as a son should, he just didn't believe in the good of much of what his father did.
"But that is just his way" I said, trying to comfort him.
"You wouldn't be like that if you met him. He doesn't do things for the good of Mirkwood and its people any more, he is heartless. He would dislike you from the moment he saw you. He could tell straight away you're not a pure elf and to him, that wouldn't make you worthy of his time." I listened to this, alarmed. How could such a warm, open elf have come from such a cruel background? It made little sense it me, but if someone is born with a pure sole, I guess nothing can change that.
"Tell me about your mother" I said, trying to steer the conversation away from his bleak father.
"My mother was slaughtered long ago" well done Fen, I thought to my self, nice thing to remind him of, "but when she was alive she was the most wonderful elf ever to have lived. She was warm and loving, and cared so much for every thing on this earth."
We sat on the grass till the dawn was just appearing on the horizon before the conversation turned solemn once again. Without the pressures of the council, or the task ahead on our minds we found we could talk about anything, and I was really enjoying my time with Legolas.
Slowly we began to talk about our task, the journey we had to face. He was in awe of me, of my strength and bravery.
"I feel so totally alone sometimes. I'm the only one of my kind, and though I love Elrond and Arwen, they don't make up for a real family"
"I know what you mean," he commented, than he stopped. He's eyes grew sad "No, I don't. I've always been surrounded by my family and my kin. I could never do what you are doing, I could never face what you are facing, your strength is incredible"
I could feel myself blushing "Thank you, Legolas, but even though you have a family, I have to admire the way you live. To deify your father so much, especially as he is so important. I could never do that." He gazed at me and we lapsed in to silence, both thinking hard.
This was it, the more time I spent with him, the more I liked him, the more I had to tell him. I gazed into his deep, pale eyes, summoning the courage to admit my feelings. It was a fear like no other fear; Different in every way. I wasn't afraid of the words, I was afraid of the consequences. I would never normally admit to my self when I was feeling emotions like love or passion, but now I was not only sure of what I felt, but desperate to tell him, so I could know, so I could find out if there was even a tiny chance he felt the same way.
"Legolas, I.... I-" I was cut off by a loud shout piecing the nights calm.
"LEGOLAS!!" The moment was broken. We quickly looked away from each other, embarrassed.
"Legolas" the cry came again. It was Elrond. What did he want? I was fuming, why did he always have to stick his nose in at the worst possible moment?
"Elrond?" Legolas replied. Elegantly jumping to his feet. I stood up and could see Elrond marching across the field.
He came right to us over and (to my great relief) hardly noticed me. I couldn't face him right now. I hadn't been able to look him in the eye since I had agreed with his plan.
"A messenger has arrived from Mirkwood. He says he has an important message for you, from the king."
"Did he say anything to you" Legolas asked, looking worried
"No but......" as this conversation continued my mind began to wonder (as it always did when I was forced to stand by while Elrond talked about matters such as this.). The world never sleeps for full elves, I began to think. Both Legolas and Elrond were shocked by the arrival of the Messenger, but not because of the time - just because they weren't expecting a messenger. To me it seemed strange. They lived such long lives, yet never seemed to take a brake out of the day to sleep. It wasn't that all elves worked all the time, I realised, just they didn't fall into a regular daily pattern, which I had seen men such as Aragorn do. Having come to some kind of end to my train of thought my mind went back to the conversation.
"Come, he is waiting in the main hall" Elrond turned and marched away across the grass. Legolas lingered only a moment longer.
"Good night Lady Fenolen" He whispered, with a short bow headed swiftly after Elrond.
I wondered up to my chamber in a daze. I flopped on the bed, a million thoughts whizzing around my mind. All of them were over-ruled by one. The thought that I might be falling in love with Prince Legolas.
Chapter 3
Now that it was decided what had been a gathering of people who care for me returned to a business meeting to organise my life. Soon it was organised. I was to be travailing to Isengard where all the members of the council were gathering for a meeting in Orthantic, the great tower. I would leave the next day, on horseback.
"It will be simplest if I go alone" I said trying to keep my voice steady. I was thinking I'd like some company; this was not going to be an easy task.
"You are not going alone." Elrond may not be my birth father but he is extremely protective of me some times.
Not to be out done, and seeing another chance to suck up to Elrond, Gathren piped up with his point "That's right, our orders from Mirkwood were simple, we must make a plan and follow it through to its completion, I am coming with you." This was not the kind of company I was thinking of. Gathren sneered as he looked at me, adding, "its important someone responsible goes." Mirkwood wants this sorted out, its gone on long enough." as if I couldn't be trusted to see it threw my self.
"What??" I exclaimed "Oh no your not. I would rather go alone than with you!"
"I'm sorry Fen, " Elrond said, "we can not disobey the orders from Mirkwood, Gathren must go" This was not looking good. I was having a hard enough time convincing my self it was a good idea to go, even without the idea of being stuck with Gathren. I turned to Legolas and it seemed he read my mind.
"I will go too"
My subconscious started to through a party! HE'S COMING HE'S COMING!! YAY!!
Elrond looked at all three of us in turn before speaking" Fine. It is decided; the 3 of you shall head to Isengard as quickly as you can. The 3rd Mirkwood companion shall go back to Mirkwood and explain to the king what is going on" After this, Elronds final word on the matter (he always has to have the final word) he left the hall.
* * *
I had a sleepless night. I kept tossing and turning. Every time I did fall asleep I was awoken soon after by terrible nightmares of flashing lights, fire and a thin pointed face I didn't know. Finely I decided to go down to the horse field. Whenever something had been on my mind before, Colbolt had comforted me. I pulled on my light, flowing, and long cloak and softly stepped out onto my balcony.
My room was one of the few not on the ground floor, but that was no problem. I swung the rope that always lay beside the door over the banister and began to climb down. I had use this way out so many times before. I slowly wondered across to the field. I was just climbing over the fence when I spotted some one out across the dark night with the horses. It was Legolas.
"What are you doing out hear?" I asked as I walked elegantly over to where he was standing, stroking his horse. He was also dressed in his nightclothes, with a cloak over them.
"Maybe I should ask you the same question," the words were angry but he was smiling.
"I was having trouble sleeping, I've got a lot on my mind and the horses are so peaceful at night, it clears my head." I answered. I couldn't help noticing how strong and tough he looked out hear, and yet everything about his personality was light and kind, and so gentle. It was not long before we were slumped on the grass, chatting and laughing. He told me al about his life back home. What it was like to live in a palace and how much he disliked his father.
"Why do you not like him?" I asked when he mentioned it.
"He is pompous and cruel. He believes too much in pure blood lines and wealth, no elf should be like that." Legolas spoke sadly. He truly cared about his father, as a son should, he just didn't believe in the good of much of what his father did.
"But that is just his way" I said, trying to comfort him.
"You wouldn't be like that if you met him. He doesn't do things for the good of Mirkwood and its people any more, he is heartless. He would dislike you from the moment he saw you. He could tell straight away you're not a pure elf and to him, that wouldn't make you worthy of his time." I listened to this, alarmed. How could such a warm, open elf have come from such a cruel background? It made little sense it me, but if someone is born with a pure sole, I guess nothing can change that.
"Tell me about your mother" I said, trying to steer the conversation away from his bleak father.
"My mother was slaughtered long ago" well done Fen, I thought to my self, nice thing to remind him of, "but when she was alive she was the most wonderful elf ever to have lived. She was warm and loving, and cared so much for every thing on this earth."
We sat on the grass till the dawn was just appearing on the horizon before the conversation turned solemn once again. Without the pressures of the council, or the task ahead on our minds we found we could talk about anything, and I was really enjoying my time with Legolas.
Slowly we began to talk about our task, the journey we had to face. He was in awe of me, of my strength and bravery.
"I feel so totally alone sometimes. I'm the only one of my kind, and though I love Elrond and Arwen, they don't make up for a real family"
"I know what you mean," he commented, than he stopped. He's eyes grew sad "No, I don't. I've always been surrounded by my family and my kin. I could never do what you are doing, I could never face what you are facing, your strength is incredible"
I could feel myself blushing "Thank you, Legolas, but even though you have a family, I have to admire the way you live. To deify your father so much, especially as he is so important. I could never do that." He gazed at me and we lapsed in to silence, both thinking hard.
This was it, the more time I spent with him, the more I liked him, the more I had to tell him. I gazed into his deep, pale eyes, summoning the courage to admit my feelings. It was a fear like no other fear; Different in every way. I wasn't afraid of the words, I was afraid of the consequences. I would never normally admit to my self when I was feeling emotions like love or passion, but now I was not only sure of what I felt, but desperate to tell him, so I could know, so I could find out if there was even a tiny chance he felt the same way.
"Legolas, I.... I-" I was cut off by a loud shout piecing the nights calm.
"LEGOLAS!!" The moment was broken. We quickly looked away from each other, embarrassed.
"Legolas" the cry came again. It was Elrond. What did he want? I was fuming, why did he always have to stick his nose in at the worst possible moment?
"Elrond?" Legolas replied. Elegantly jumping to his feet. I stood up and could see Elrond marching across the field.
He came right to us over and (to my great relief) hardly noticed me. I couldn't face him right now. I hadn't been able to look him in the eye since I had agreed with his plan.
"A messenger has arrived from Mirkwood. He says he has an important message for you, from the king."
"Did he say anything to you" Legolas asked, looking worried
"No but......" as this conversation continued my mind began to wonder (as it always did when I was forced to stand by while Elrond talked about matters such as this.). The world never sleeps for full elves, I began to think. Both Legolas and Elrond were shocked by the arrival of the Messenger, but not because of the time - just because they weren't expecting a messenger. To me it seemed strange. They lived such long lives, yet never seemed to take a brake out of the day to sleep. It wasn't that all elves worked all the time, I realised, just they didn't fall into a regular daily pattern, which I had seen men such as Aragorn do. Having come to some kind of end to my train of thought my mind went back to the conversation.
"Come, he is waiting in the main hall" Elrond turned and marched away across the grass. Legolas lingered only a moment longer.
"Good night Lady Fenolen" He whispered, with a short bow headed swiftly after Elrond.
I wondered up to my chamber in a daze. I flopped on the bed, a million thoughts whizzing around my mind. All of them were over-ruled by one. The thought that I might be falling in love with Prince Legolas.