Disclaimer: Nope still not good enough lawyers so I still do not own
anything here except Carlita. Maybe I will ask my Daddy for a Christmas
present. Legolas with a little red ribbon tied around his.neck.
A/N Once again, much thanks to the Elvish Advisors. (Yes.. editing IS good). Now some of you may get offended by a slash (male/male) mentioning. Please understand this is in passing and has no details what so ever.
Tempers were running high within the stonewalls. Legolas' most of all. He had actually yelled at Aragorn. He had told him that they would all die. He had stalked to where he stood now looking out over the narrow valley and ridge behind, which made Helmsdeep's entrance. Carlita had left the room without his knowing but in the last few hours, he had not the time to check on her although he wanted to.
"Legolas." A soft voice behind him startled him as a cool hand touched his arm. He did not look up recognising the voice as Carlita's.
"You should be resting." She shook her head and stepped closer forcing him to look up at her. She stood shoulder to shoulder with him and lent her folded arms on the wall before them looking out as he just had. Quietly she began humming. The quite humming turned to singing.
IA Elbereth Gilthoniel silivren penna míriel o menel aglar elenath! Na-chaered palan-díriel o galadhremmin ennorath, Fanuilos le linnathon nef aear, sí nef aearon/I
At the end, she looked up at him.
"Call the Elven Archers. Ask them to remember an old alliance. You were too hard on Estel." Legolas was not surprised she knew what was going on and he sighed.
"I know but I do not like being surrounded by death." Carlita shook her head.
"That is what comes from immortality, Prince of Mirkwood. Our kind face death but are never touched by it. Do not let the grief cloud your heart or it will send you to deaths cold arms. I offer you Nestad haew* Legolas. Will you accept it?" Blue eyes once again touched green as Legolas tried to see within her. It had been many decades since the last time he had been given the elven ritual of healing and within himself, he found he needed it.
"I will accept Carlita, Princess from across the seas. But first let me do as you suggested." She smiled gently and stepped away. Concentrating his eyes glazed slightly as if in walking dream, and Legolas called out with his heart and mind bidding the trees to carry his message. Soon his eyes returned to normal and he stepped back from the wall to Carlita's side. "It is done. Will you hide yourself from the Archers?" She shook her head.
"No. I will join them."
"Without armour? You will stand out." She smiled softly.
"Haldir will bring my armour when he comes. I left it in Lothlorien when I passed through on my way to Rivendell." Shaking his head at the further surprises he tried to ignore the spark of jealousy at how warmly she spoke Haldir's name. Once himself and Haldir had been lovers so he knew how handsome and attractive the other elf was. Her hand took his gently taking him from his thoughts.
"Come we'll go back to the room for the ritual." He allowed her to guide him back the way she had came. Within the room he knelt on the floor unsure of how she wished to do it. Each type of elves did it differently. The elves of Rivendell touched hands to temples. Mirkwood elves were a lot more..physical about it. The elves of Lothlorien, was simply a touching of minds and hearts.
As he once again became lost in his thoughts Carlita knelt before him on the stone floor facing him. Her smaller hands lifted and she gently rested them on his thighs. A soft smile graced her lips, a smile of infinite tenderness and in reaction. His own hands came up and covered hers. This position, before they had even begun, calmed his raging mind and grieving heart. Their eyes met, gentle blue with misty green as they both glazed as if entering the waking dream.
The pale silver aura that surrounded them both began to strengthen, coming back from the pale flicker both of them had been. It grew and their touching hand glowed brighter then anything. Energy flowed between them her heart opening for him so his could release the burden that would slowly kill him, hers in return, flowing gentle feelings to calm the ache into his. The burden of the grief and fear began to lift and he felt lighter in heart soul and mind then he had since before the Mines of Moria.
With this realisation the glow about their hands began to fade and the light about them died down to normal. Legolas felt himself come back to the world and felt keenly the loss of her heart sharing with him. Fighting the natural lassitude that came with the sharing he lifted himself to his feet and then carried Carlita to the bed. Laying her down he laid himself next beside her and gathered her close to his side. She sighed contentedly and he watched as her eyes, already hazy, loose the last of the wakening colour and once more mirrored the colour of forest covered by mist as the Waking dream took her. Watching her in sleep let him see a side of her, not many must have before. She looked soft and venerable. The feelings that had begun to stir in him were only partially welcome. Another time, another place they would be fully welcomed. However, under these circumstances, it meant only danger for them both.
Nevertheless, he realised, he would not give them up, not for anything. The peace she gave him by laying at his side was more then he could receive from Mirkwood forest, even when it had been Greenwood. He was a wood elf. Nothing was supposed to be more peaceful to him then the trees. His mind drifted to Mirkwood and he prayed his father was still standing under the pressure of darkness that swept their home. Then his mind moved to his friends. Merry and Pippin. Not only had Gandalf assured them they were both safe but Carlita said her brother travelled with them. Unhidden. Smiling Legolas thought that if her twin were anything like her the hobbits would come to no harm. Frodo and Sam. They faced the most dangerous of all. From what he gathered, Carlita's sister was not as much as a warrior. No doubt, she could fight but perhaps a fighter was not what the two Hobbits on the most dangerous and important of journeys needed. Perhaps they needed laughter and hope. He suspected this is what Talisar would bring them. Legolas had felt a little bit of Carlita's grief. She too was not used to death but she had faced it most terribly once and had a wall t protect her from it. The grief she bore at her family going their different ways was what had weighed her down.
He was brought from his thoughts as Carlita shifted closer. His body became instantly aware of her nearness and the sweet scent of her. Woodsy yet with a subtle under current of floral to give to doubt of the feminine origin. He wondered if the elves from across the sea participated in the second part of the ritual as his kind did. He debated waking her to see. She sighed and rolled into him, tucking her body all the more closer to his, laying one leg, bent over his thighs. He forced air steadily in and out of his lungs trying to control his racing heartbeat. The choice was swiftly being taken out of his hands by her innocent movements. However his mind was still functioning, albeit slowly. There were risks involved for both of them. Elves died from a broken heart. If he fell in battle later and they made love now, Carlita may die. Since the ritual there was no doubt in his heart, it would be love between them. Unwise and unbidden as it might have been. Elves, like any other race, were capable of Lust and sex. Between them, it would be love.
The song is an elvish type hymn.
O Elbereth Starkindler, white-glittering, sparkling like jewels, the
glory of
the starry host slants down. Having gazed far away from the tree-woven
lands
of Middle-earth, to thee, Everwhite, I will sing, on this side of the
Sea,
here on this side of the Ocean
Nestad-healing haew-custom (Healing Ritual)
A/N I know I am mean.will he? Won't he? Who knows until the next chapter? Except me of course.
A/N Once again, much thanks to the Elvish Advisors. (Yes.. editing IS good). Now some of you may get offended by a slash (male/male) mentioning. Please understand this is in passing and has no details what so ever.
Tempers were running high within the stonewalls. Legolas' most of all. He had actually yelled at Aragorn. He had told him that they would all die. He had stalked to where he stood now looking out over the narrow valley and ridge behind, which made Helmsdeep's entrance. Carlita had left the room without his knowing but in the last few hours, he had not the time to check on her although he wanted to.
"Legolas." A soft voice behind him startled him as a cool hand touched his arm. He did not look up recognising the voice as Carlita's.
"You should be resting." She shook her head and stepped closer forcing him to look up at her. She stood shoulder to shoulder with him and lent her folded arms on the wall before them looking out as he just had. Quietly she began humming. The quite humming turned to singing.
IA Elbereth Gilthoniel silivren penna míriel o menel aglar elenath! Na-chaered palan-díriel o galadhremmin ennorath, Fanuilos le linnathon nef aear, sí nef aearon/I
At the end, she looked up at him.
"Call the Elven Archers. Ask them to remember an old alliance. You were too hard on Estel." Legolas was not surprised she knew what was going on and he sighed.
"I know but I do not like being surrounded by death." Carlita shook her head.
"That is what comes from immortality, Prince of Mirkwood. Our kind face death but are never touched by it. Do not let the grief cloud your heart or it will send you to deaths cold arms. I offer you Nestad haew* Legolas. Will you accept it?" Blue eyes once again touched green as Legolas tried to see within her. It had been many decades since the last time he had been given the elven ritual of healing and within himself, he found he needed it.
"I will accept Carlita, Princess from across the seas. But first let me do as you suggested." She smiled gently and stepped away. Concentrating his eyes glazed slightly as if in walking dream, and Legolas called out with his heart and mind bidding the trees to carry his message. Soon his eyes returned to normal and he stepped back from the wall to Carlita's side. "It is done. Will you hide yourself from the Archers?" She shook her head.
"No. I will join them."
"Without armour? You will stand out." She smiled softly.
"Haldir will bring my armour when he comes. I left it in Lothlorien when I passed through on my way to Rivendell." Shaking his head at the further surprises he tried to ignore the spark of jealousy at how warmly she spoke Haldir's name. Once himself and Haldir had been lovers so he knew how handsome and attractive the other elf was. Her hand took his gently taking him from his thoughts.
"Come we'll go back to the room for the ritual." He allowed her to guide him back the way she had came. Within the room he knelt on the floor unsure of how she wished to do it. Each type of elves did it differently. The elves of Rivendell touched hands to temples. Mirkwood elves were a lot more..physical about it. The elves of Lothlorien, was simply a touching of minds and hearts.
As he once again became lost in his thoughts Carlita knelt before him on the stone floor facing him. Her smaller hands lifted and she gently rested them on his thighs. A soft smile graced her lips, a smile of infinite tenderness and in reaction. His own hands came up and covered hers. This position, before they had even begun, calmed his raging mind and grieving heart. Their eyes met, gentle blue with misty green as they both glazed as if entering the waking dream.
The pale silver aura that surrounded them both began to strengthen, coming back from the pale flicker both of them had been. It grew and their touching hand glowed brighter then anything. Energy flowed between them her heart opening for him so his could release the burden that would slowly kill him, hers in return, flowing gentle feelings to calm the ache into his. The burden of the grief and fear began to lift and he felt lighter in heart soul and mind then he had since before the Mines of Moria.
With this realisation the glow about their hands began to fade and the light about them died down to normal. Legolas felt himself come back to the world and felt keenly the loss of her heart sharing with him. Fighting the natural lassitude that came with the sharing he lifted himself to his feet and then carried Carlita to the bed. Laying her down he laid himself next beside her and gathered her close to his side. She sighed contentedly and he watched as her eyes, already hazy, loose the last of the wakening colour and once more mirrored the colour of forest covered by mist as the Waking dream took her. Watching her in sleep let him see a side of her, not many must have before. She looked soft and venerable. The feelings that had begun to stir in him were only partially welcome. Another time, another place they would be fully welcomed. However, under these circumstances, it meant only danger for them both.
Nevertheless, he realised, he would not give them up, not for anything. The peace she gave him by laying at his side was more then he could receive from Mirkwood forest, even when it had been Greenwood. He was a wood elf. Nothing was supposed to be more peaceful to him then the trees. His mind drifted to Mirkwood and he prayed his father was still standing under the pressure of darkness that swept their home. Then his mind moved to his friends. Merry and Pippin. Not only had Gandalf assured them they were both safe but Carlita said her brother travelled with them. Unhidden. Smiling Legolas thought that if her twin were anything like her the hobbits would come to no harm. Frodo and Sam. They faced the most dangerous of all. From what he gathered, Carlita's sister was not as much as a warrior. No doubt, she could fight but perhaps a fighter was not what the two Hobbits on the most dangerous and important of journeys needed. Perhaps they needed laughter and hope. He suspected this is what Talisar would bring them. Legolas had felt a little bit of Carlita's grief. She too was not used to death but she had faced it most terribly once and had a wall t protect her from it. The grief she bore at her family going their different ways was what had weighed her down.
He was brought from his thoughts as Carlita shifted closer. His body became instantly aware of her nearness and the sweet scent of her. Woodsy yet with a subtle under current of floral to give to doubt of the feminine origin. He wondered if the elves from across the sea participated in the second part of the ritual as his kind did. He debated waking her to see. She sighed and rolled into him, tucking her body all the more closer to his, laying one leg, bent over his thighs. He forced air steadily in and out of his lungs trying to control his racing heartbeat. The choice was swiftly being taken out of his hands by her innocent movements. However his mind was still functioning, albeit slowly. There were risks involved for both of them. Elves died from a broken heart. If he fell in battle later and they made love now, Carlita may die. Since the ritual there was no doubt in his heart, it would be love between them. Unwise and unbidden as it might have been. Elves, like any other race, were capable of Lust and sex. Between them, it would be love.
The song is an elvish type hymn.
O Elbereth Starkindler, white-glittering, sparkling like jewels, the
glory of
the starry host slants down. Having gazed far away from the tree-woven
lands
of Middle-earth, to thee, Everwhite, I will sing, on this side of the
Sea,
here on this side of the Ocean
Nestad-healing haew-custom (Healing Ritual)
A/N I know I am mean.will he? Won't he? Who knows until the next chapter? Except me of course.