Guess who? No, really, guess.
It's me!!!! (laughs hysterically)
Well, I am only going to do a one-chapter minisequel/epilogue to this, unless people really pester me. Because I have a new fic coming up. Watch for it, it will be coming up soon. It is, suprise! a slash for Legolas and Haldir, v. dark too. I hope you read it if you don't mind that it's not Aragorn this time around.
Okay, now that that is out of the way!!!! We begin with Lirabeth, after her third year in Mirkwood. Oh, the plot dost thicken...
Chapter Fourteen: Bouquet
I wake up in the morning with the sun on my face. It is a new day once more.
And it is a new world.
The Elves were suspicious of me when they first saw me, because of my ears. But then they saw the white scars and they were horrified. Do you know what? Elisabet died three weeks ago. My best friend, Gwilwileth, is a falconer, and her birds took messages back and forth between us.
Elisabet died violently, I am somewhat sorry to say. One of her clients turned out to be a bad one, and knifed her in bed. No one discovered her body until the next morning, and her body was cold by then. Elisabet was to set and rigid in her spiralling path to save herself, elf or not. She had always been able to tell which ones were the bad ones before. I think she knew about that one, too.
I think she just wanted to die, but I will never know. It is not for me know what the last thoughts of the dead were. I pray Mandos will cleanse her spirit and give her a less unlucky reincarnation. Who knows? Perhaps she will wish to remain in the Halls of Mandos.
I have found my lifemate. I am at peace with Arda and I do not mind the evil of it at all, for the evils of Arda are far surpassed by the good.
My mate, Tuilinn, is at peace also. We are together every single day and we spend our time on the highest branches of trees, letting the beautiful black butterflies land in our hair and letting our spirits soar with each other. I love her. She feels the same for me.
It is a frightening thing to be in love. I have never been in love before, and I do not know if there is a deeper version of this utter happiness, but if wanting to die for her, when I die, is love... I have found it.
But there is the matter of my friend Legolas to ponder over. Tuilinn and I are going to go to see him and his melda on the eve. We will set out in a while. I hope he remembers who I am, after this time. I hope that the favor we ask will not be too much for them.
I hope that the time has not distanced us.
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Legolas came out of his home regally, his daggers that had caused such trouble strapped to his back. Aragorn was directly next to him, and a mask covered his eyes. They were masked together.
Legolas was overjoyed to see me again, and Tuilinn was enchanted with the pair of them. The whole story of our friendship was told, with each of us adding bits and pieces at odd intervals. Evening fell, and we sat together about the hearth. Aragorn was smoking on his pipe, and Legolas stirring the embers with apparent concentration.
Tension built. Finally I could not bear it any longer. I cleared my throat, and Legolas looked up. Aragorn, of course, did not need to.
"Legolas... Tuilinn and I have come to ask a favor from the two of you. You see, we... obviously... are unable to have children ourselves. Tuilinn thinks she can trust you with me..." Aragorn and Legolas looked at each other, and laughed.
Legolas smiled, and a light was in his eyes. "'Beth, we wanted to ask you if you wanted the same thing."
Aragorn smiled at us, and the laughter was still in his voice when he spoke. "We were suspicious that you needed a favor of that kind ever since you came." The four of us grinned, and then laughed a while more to release the pent-up tension that we had been holding in check with our anxiety and curiousity all evening.
Finally, the outburst subsided, and we grew quiet once more. Then Legolas looked up, and a longing glint was in his eyes.
"You know I am a mage, yes?"
I smiled uneasily. "Yes?"
"I just have one condition to agreeing to this little favor."
Tuilinn looked up curiously. "What?"
"We, too, wish for children... May I see to it that either of you has twins?"
~The End~
A/n: Well, it was a cute-ish little epilogue, I'll give it that much. Tadaa!!!!! ALL DONE!!!! Watch for my next work, and so long!!!!
Oh, and thanx a bunch to the people who sweetly asked for a sequel.
It's me!!!! (laughs hysterically)
Well, I am only going to do a one-chapter minisequel/epilogue to this, unless people really pester me. Because I have a new fic coming up. Watch for it, it will be coming up soon. It is, suprise! a slash for Legolas and Haldir, v. dark too. I hope you read it if you don't mind that it's not Aragorn this time around.
Okay, now that that is out of the way!!!! We begin with Lirabeth, after her third year in Mirkwood. Oh, the plot dost thicken...
Chapter Fourteen: Bouquet
I wake up in the morning with the sun on my face. It is a new day once more.
And it is a new world.
The Elves were suspicious of me when they first saw me, because of my ears. But then they saw the white scars and they were horrified. Do you know what? Elisabet died three weeks ago. My best friend, Gwilwileth, is a falconer, and her birds took messages back and forth between us.
Elisabet died violently, I am somewhat sorry to say. One of her clients turned out to be a bad one, and knifed her in bed. No one discovered her body until the next morning, and her body was cold by then. Elisabet was to set and rigid in her spiralling path to save herself, elf or not. She had always been able to tell which ones were the bad ones before. I think she knew about that one, too.
I think she just wanted to die, but I will never know. It is not for me know what the last thoughts of the dead were. I pray Mandos will cleanse her spirit and give her a less unlucky reincarnation. Who knows? Perhaps she will wish to remain in the Halls of Mandos.
I have found my lifemate. I am at peace with Arda and I do not mind the evil of it at all, for the evils of Arda are far surpassed by the good.
My mate, Tuilinn, is at peace also. We are together every single day and we spend our time on the highest branches of trees, letting the beautiful black butterflies land in our hair and letting our spirits soar with each other. I love her. She feels the same for me.
It is a frightening thing to be in love. I have never been in love before, and I do not know if there is a deeper version of this utter happiness, but if wanting to die for her, when I die, is love... I have found it.
But there is the matter of my friend Legolas to ponder over. Tuilinn and I are going to go to see him and his melda on the eve. We will set out in a while. I hope he remembers who I am, after this time. I hope that the favor we ask will not be too much for them.
I hope that the time has not distanced us.
__________________________________________________________
Legolas came out of his home regally, his daggers that had caused such trouble strapped to his back. Aragorn was directly next to him, and a mask covered his eyes. They were masked together.
Legolas was overjoyed to see me again, and Tuilinn was enchanted with the pair of them. The whole story of our friendship was told, with each of us adding bits and pieces at odd intervals. Evening fell, and we sat together about the hearth. Aragorn was smoking on his pipe, and Legolas stirring the embers with apparent concentration.
Tension built. Finally I could not bear it any longer. I cleared my throat, and Legolas looked up. Aragorn, of course, did not need to.
"Legolas... Tuilinn and I have come to ask a favor from the two of you. You see, we... obviously... are unable to have children ourselves. Tuilinn thinks she can trust you with me..." Aragorn and Legolas looked at each other, and laughed.
Legolas smiled, and a light was in his eyes. "'Beth, we wanted to ask you if you wanted the same thing."
Aragorn smiled at us, and the laughter was still in his voice when he spoke. "We were suspicious that you needed a favor of that kind ever since you came." The four of us grinned, and then laughed a while more to release the pent-up tension that we had been holding in check with our anxiety and curiousity all evening.
Finally, the outburst subsided, and we grew quiet once more. Then Legolas looked up, and a longing glint was in his eyes.
"You know I am a mage, yes?"
I smiled uneasily. "Yes?"
"I just have one condition to agreeing to this little favor."
Tuilinn looked up curiously. "What?"
"We, too, wish for children... May I see to it that either of you has twins?"
~The End~
A/n: Well, it was a cute-ish little epilogue, I'll give it that much. Tadaa!!!!! ALL DONE!!!! Watch for my next work, and so long!!!!
Oh, and thanx a bunch to the people who sweetly asked for a sequel.