Chapter 8
Both the shrouded figures heard the arrow and turned. Eyes wide, Legolas quickly moved his head to one side to dodge the arrow, but it caught the side of the scarf covering his face and ripped it off. Quickly, Pheraearwen strung an arrow on her bow and killed the orc that had been hiding quietly in the dark forest, waiting for the opportune moment. The two elves heard the arrow hit its target and heard a thud as the orc fell to the ground, dead.
"Are you alright, Calim?" Pheraearwen asked as she turned. What she saw next made her gasp and drop her bow. Calim was Legolas, the elven prince, her love. How could this be? "I am fine, Aduial, but why do you look like that?" Calim asked. "This is what I look like, though I doubt we have ever met in "real" life." "I am fine, Calim," Pheraearwen said, her voice sounding more confident than she felt. Then her eyes caught sight of his arm, which had a deep gash in it. From the gash, blood ran down his arm and dripped to the forest floor. "Legolas, you're hurt!" she cried, before she could catch herself. "How do you know my name?" Legolas asked, bewildered by the new development. "Who are you?" Regaining her composure, Aduial said, "I told you the first day we met that you had no need to know who I was, and there is still no need, my friend. I should go now, and if the Valar permits it, we will see each other again. Farewell." "I am not going to let you go so easily, Aduial," Legolas said, grabbing a hold of her arm. "How do you know my name, and who are you, really?" "Let go, Legolas," Pheraearwen said, trying to free her arm from his strong grasp. "I will not let you go until you tell me," Legolas said, spinning her back around to face him. "Who are you?" With a resigning sigh, Pheraearwen said quietly, "If you must know, I guess this is the best time to tell you." She looked up at him and reached up to pull off her scarf. When it was off, it was Legolas' turn to gasp. "Pheraearwen?" Legolas said, his voice disbelieving. "Yes, it is me, Legolas," Pheraearwen said, looking him in the eye. "This is the life that I didn't want to drag you into. This is the reason why I travel so much. When I was only a few hundred years old, I had a dream. It wasn't any dream, Legolas. The voice from my dream that the life I live now, was my path, my destiny," Pheraearwen said as Legolas looked at with his mouth open. "The voice told me it was a dangerous life, but it was my destiny. Following my destiny was up to me, and I did. This is the life I chose, Legolas, a silent, lone warrior." "It doesn't have to be that way," Legolas said, finally finding the words. "We could fight together." "Nay, my lord," Pheraearwen said, shaking her head. "You are the son of Thranduil and heir of the kingdom of Mirkwood. This is not the life you should lead." "Do not tell me what life I should lead," Legolas cried, grabbing hold of both her forearms. "I only know that I want to be with you, to live my life with you!" "I chose my destiny over everything else, Legolas," Pheraearwen said, tears forming in her eyes. "I chose this life because I never expected to meet you." Without a word, Legolas wrapped his strong arms around her tears in his eyes as well. "I'm not going to let you go," Legolas said, whispering into her hair. "Never again in my life will I let you go." Legolas tilted Pheraearwen's head upwards and kissed her deeply and passionately, never wanting this moment to fade away. "I love you, Pheraearwen." "I love you, too, Legolas," Pheraearwen said softly putting her head against his chest.
The two of them stood in the forest for a while before turning back towards the palace thinking of ways to sneak back in.
Both the shrouded figures heard the arrow and turned. Eyes wide, Legolas quickly moved his head to one side to dodge the arrow, but it caught the side of the scarf covering his face and ripped it off. Quickly, Pheraearwen strung an arrow on her bow and killed the orc that had been hiding quietly in the dark forest, waiting for the opportune moment. The two elves heard the arrow hit its target and heard a thud as the orc fell to the ground, dead.
"Are you alright, Calim?" Pheraearwen asked as she turned. What she saw next made her gasp and drop her bow. Calim was Legolas, the elven prince, her love. How could this be? "I am fine, Aduial, but why do you look like that?" Calim asked. "This is what I look like, though I doubt we have ever met in "real" life." "I am fine, Calim," Pheraearwen said, her voice sounding more confident than she felt. Then her eyes caught sight of his arm, which had a deep gash in it. From the gash, blood ran down his arm and dripped to the forest floor. "Legolas, you're hurt!" she cried, before she could catch herself. "How do you know my name?" Legolas asked, bewildered by the new development. "Who are you?" Regaining her composure, Aduial said, "I told you the first day we met that you had no need to know who I was, and there is still no need, my friend. I should go now, and if the Valar permits it, we will see each other again. Farewell." "I am not going to let you go so easily, Aduial," Legolas said, grabbing a hold of her arm. "How do you know my name, and who are you, really?" "Let go, Legolas," Pheraearwen said, trying to free her arm from his strong grasp. "I will not let you go until you tell me," Legolas said, spinning her back around to face him. "Who are you?" With a resigning sigh, Pheraearwen said quietly, "If you must know, I guess this is the best time to tell you." She looked up at him and reached up to pull off her scarf. When it was off, it was Legolas' turn to gasp. "Pheraearwen?" Legolas said, his voice disbelieving. "Yes, it is me, Legolas," Pheraearwen said, looking him in the eye. "This is the life that I didn't want to drag you into. This is the reason why I travel so much. When I was only a few hundred years old, I had a dream. It wasn't any dream, Legolas. The voice from my dream that the life I live now, was my path, my destiny," Pheraearwen said as Legolas looked at with his mouth open. "The voice told me it was a dangerous life, but it was my destiny. Following my destiny was up to me, and I did. This is the life I chose, Legolas, a silent, lone warrior." "It doesn't have to be that way," Legolas said, finally finding the words. "We could fight together." "Nay, my lord," Pheraearwen said, shaking her head. "You are the son of Thranduil and heir of the kingdom of Mirkwood. This is not the life you should lead." "Do not tell me what life I should lead," Legolas cried, grabbing hold of both her forearms. "I only know that I want to be with you, to live my life with you!" "I chose my destiny over everything else, Legolas," Pheraearwen said, tears forming in her eyes. "I chose this life because I never expected to meet you." Without a word, Legolas wrapped his strong arms around her tears in his eyes as well. "I'm not going to let you go," Legolas said, whispering into her hair. "Never again in my life will I let you go." Legolas tilted Pheraearwen's head upwards and kissed her deeply and passionately, never wanting this moment to fade away. "I love you, Pheraearwen." "I love you, too, Legolas," Pheraearwen said softly putting her head against his chest.
The two of them stood in the forest for a while before turning back towards the palace thinking of ways to sneak back in.