Chapter 1
"I cannot wait 'til I lay eyes upon the fair lady again!" Gimli said for the thousandth time in the last week.
The entire fellowship, that remained, rode slowly toward the woods of Lothlorien, where Gandalf and Aragorn, the new king of men, would depart from their friends and ride to prepare for Aragorn's upcoming wedding. Aragorn knew he must not accompany his friends, for Lady Galadriel said she would not see him again when he last departed from her realm. The two would greet the escort, send their love and greetings, and leave their friends 'til they reunite at the wedding.
"Yes, yes, Gimli. We all know how much you want to see Lady Galadriel. I just wonder how glad Celeborn will be to see you." Legolas replied to his friend's statement.
"Oh, that bloody elf has had her for thousands of years, he can let another woo her for a fraction of his long lifetime." Gimli angrily said.
"I'm goin' for presents. The Uruk-hai stole our gifts after all." Pipin said.
"I'm goin' for the Elvish Moonshine I've heard so much about!!" Merry said.
"You wouldn't be able to handle it." Gandalf mumbled, for in his many immortal years he had drunk strong the liquor.
"I wanna learn some more cookin' and gardening skills from the elves."
"I want to rest." said Frodo. "But Legolas, what do you want?"
"Ah! He wants a good roll in the hay!!" Gimili the Dwarf proclaimed.
"Roll in the hay, Mr. Frodo?" Sam asked, not understanding the phrase.
"The stuff you wanna do with Rosie."
"Ooo."
"Dwarf, you shame me." The elf said with a smirk on his face. But his attention was quickly taken elsewhere when he spied the woods and heard a sweet voice, one that sounded like the chiming of bells. He relished in the knowledge that he could see and hear this angel before any of the others.
"Quiet!" Legolas ordered.
And little by little the fellowship could hear the singing louder and louder as they grew near.
Legolas' attention was solely on the vision of red he saw against the golden trees, until he was torn from his trance. He only later recognized Haldir, who was dancing around with a sword, actually no one noticed this first off.
'It's the song of Belen & Luthriel!!!" Aragorn exclaimed.
"Huh??" Sam said.
"Remember on our way to Rivendale... by some swamps or something... When 'Strider' was singing really badly... That song." Frodo explained.
"Wow, Mr. Frodo, she makes that song sound good!" Sam exclaimed, while a hurt look surfaced on Aragorn's face.
When Jessaril finally finished her song, the riders had almost reached her. She gracefully dropped from the tree, landing unharmed, and started running towards the company.
She gracefully sank to the ground and began saying, while smiling, "Welcome my lords, to the beautiful woods of Lorien. All rejoice in your triumph. I am Jessaril, maiden of the Guards of Lorien and kin to the Lady of the Wood." She rose as all dismounted from their steeds, including a loud thump and some cursing, presumably from Gimli. All this time Haldir was standing behind her, smirking.
"Gandalf!" she squealed as she ran and embraced the old wizard only moments after he dismounted from his steed. "You don't know how great a pleasure it is to see you after your absence and news of your decent into shadow."
"And it is a delight to see you my dear!!" he said pausing to kiss her hand before continuing, "Many a year have passed since I last brought displays of fireworks and lit your face as well as the sky." The old wizard's face went from happy to somber when he concluded, saying, "That is why it saddens me that I must leave with Elessar. But I shall see you soon. At your cousin's wedding."
After Gandalf's greeting, the entire fellowship hoped they would get such a welcome as the friendly wizard.
"Just make sure I would like the gown she chooses for me." The she-elf pleaded with the kindly old wizard and a king of men.
"I cannot promise that, milady, for she can quite often be very stubborn." Aragorn said with a smile and open arms.
"My liege." She said as she curtsied and displayed a coy smile that would melt the heart of any creature, even an orc. As a response Elessar bowed slightly, but was shocked out of it when he was consumed in a massive hug. "Mae Govannen, dear friend." She whispered, her eyes shut tight, like trying to keep this moment like a fading dream.
"Should I tell you to stop attacking the king or to get a room?" Gandalf said as he chuckled along with the rest.
"Oh, go smoke some weed from the south farthing!" She playfully told the old man.
Pippin could be heard in the background saying, "At least she knows where the good stuff grows!"
"King Elessar, I wish you good health, a good marriage, a good ceremony, a good long reign, safe passage, and many heirs. Did I forget anything? Oh! Good ale, good wedding gifts and goodbye. Oh, yes, and keep an eye on that bafoon (indicatig Haldir)." She spouted rather grandly, before kissing him gently on the cheek. A slight blush may have even been detected on the man's face, while the others were growing red with jealousy.
"Now they all want a kiss, milady." Elessar proclaimed with a smirk.
Jessaril rolled her eyes and crouched low to the ground as she acknowledged "Frodo Baggin's, our ringbearer," with a tilt of the head. "All of Middle- Earth is in your debt, for it is you who inherited the ring, and brought such noble companions to the aide of all." She ended by kissing his cheek and whispering "thank you" into his ear.
"Samwise Gamgee, loyal gardener," whom she also acknowledge with a nod, "I thank you for your watchful care of Frodo, and even bearing the ring. I assure you we have not run out of those shinny daggers if you require one." She teased and kissed his cheek saying, "Rosie is a lucky girl..."
"Merry and Pippin, All are in your debt for repairing the breech between the Ents and all others. And I am personally dumbfounded by your courage and growth, leading your comrades directly to you, and restoring their hope." At the same time the two hobbits leaned in and kissed her at the corners of her mouth causing a light "eep!" to escape her muffled lips. When the two had drawn back, they saw her giggling as she concluded saying "You haven't lost you lust for life, or any other sort of lust on this journey, have you?"
"Nope." Pip honestly admitted.
"Of course not! We're hobbits." Merry added.
Jessaril stood and bowed completely to "Gimli, son of Glorin." She smiled and said, "I am sorry, I have not greeted a dwarf formally for many a year. Tell me what to do, as to keep in your good graces." She said, a grin radiating through.
"Just keep smiling, milady, and give me a kiss." He said as he pointed to his cheek.
"Are all dwarves such charmers or only you?" Jessaril asked as she pulled away from his cheek.
"Just me, milady, just me." Gimli said proudly.
Jessaril swallowed a lump in her throat and took a deep breath, preparing to look at the face that filled her dreams. 'No one ever lied about how good the Prince looked, and he certainly didn't get any uglier after the group left Lorien' she thought as she slowly sank down in to a very deep curtsey as she said, "Legolas Greenleaf, prince of Mirkwood."
Five small people gasped at learning the greater truth about their friend after three years of arduous journey.
Jessaril was startled by the other's reaction. Surely they had known they traveled with a prince of elves as well as a king of men. Didn't they?
She was interrupted from her train of thoughts when Legolas grazed his hand along her jawbone, allowing her to ascend from her curtsey.
"Milady?" was all that he said in return.
His mind was racing. Pounding in his ears. He could think of nothing more to say.
She quickly changed to elvish speech, saying, "Forgive me your majesty. I did not know your station was a secret."
"All is forgiven."
She gracefully leaned in, planting a gentle kiss excruciatingly close to his mouth. Making the prince's skin feel as it were on fire (In a good way). "I am glad to behold your stunning presence once again, for I am a lucky maiden to do so." Now she whispered softly, breathing gently on one an elf's most sensitive and intimate parts, his ear, saying, "I am especially glad I don't have an arrow pointed at you, again."
She laughed gleefully as she walked back to the hobbits, helping them mount, while the other elf and two other Elfish speakers cackled and hooted loudly as they started off towards Minas Tirth.
Jessaril gracefully vaulted onto her horse, turned, and said, "Namárië, mellons," as she lifted one hand into the air, bidding "Farewell, friends".
"I cannot wait 'til I lay eyes upon the fair lady again!" Gimli said for the thousandth time in the last week.
The entire fellowship, that remained, rode slowly toward the woods of Lothlorien, where Gandalf and Aragorn, the new king of men, would depart from their friends and ride to prepare for Aragorn's upcoming wedding. Aragorn knew he must not accompany his friends, for Lady Galadriel said she would not see him again when he last departed from her realm. The two would greet the escort, send their love and greetings, and leave their friends 'til they reunite at the wedding.
"Yes, yes, Gimli. We all know how much you want to see Lady Galadriel. I just wonder how glad Celeborn will be to see you." Legolas replied to his friend's statement.
"Oh, that bloody elf has had her for thousands of years, he can let another woo her for a fraction of his long lifetime." Gimli angrily said.
"I'm goin' for presents. The Uruk-hai stole our gifts after all." Pipin said.
"I'm goin' for the Elvish Moonshine I've heard so much about!!" Merry said.
"You wouldn't be able to handle it." Gandalf mumbled, for in his many immortal years he had drunk strong the liquor.
"I wanna learn some more cookin' and gardening skills from the elves."
"I want to rest." said Frodo. "But Legolas, what do you want?"
"Ah! He wants a good roll in the hay!!" Gimili the Dwarf proclaimed.
"Roll in the hay, Mr. Frodo?" Sam asked, not understanding the phrase.
"The stuff you wanna do with Rosie."
"Ooo."
"Dwarf, you shame me." The elf said with a smirk on his face. But his attention was quickly taken elsewhere when he spied the woods and heard a sweet voice, one that sounded like the chiming of bells. He relished in the knowledge that he could see and hear this angel before any of the others.
"Quiet!" Legolas ordered.
And little by little the fellowship could hear the singing louder and louder as they grew near.
Legolas' attention was solely on the vision of red he saw against the golden trees, until he was torn from his trance. He only later recognized Haldir, who was dancing around with a sword, actually no one noticed this first off.
'It's the song of Belen & Luthriel!!!" Aragorn exclaimed.
"Huh??" Sam said.
"Remember on our way to Rivendale... by some swamps or something... When 'Strider' was singing really badly... That song." Frodo explained.
"Wow, Mr. Frodo, she makes that song sound good!" Sam exclaimed, while a hurt look surfaced on Aragorn's face.
When Jessaril finally finished her song, the riders had almost reached her. She gracefully dropped from the tree, landing unharmed, and started running towards the company.
She gracefully sank to the ground and began saying, while smiling, "Welcome my lords, to the beautiful woods of Lorien. All rejoice in your triumph. I am Jessaril, maiden of the Guards of Lorien and kin to the Lady of the Wood." She rose as all dismounted from their steeds, including a loud thump and some cursing, presumably from Gimli. All this time Haldir was standing behind her, smirking.
"Gandalf!" she squealed as she ran and embraced the old wizard only moments after he dismounted from his steed. "You don't know how great a pleasure it is to see you after your absence and news of your decent into shadow."
"And it is a delight to see you my dear!!" he said pausing to kiss her hand before continuing, "Many a year have passed since I last brought displays of fireworks and lit your face as well as the sky." The old wizard's face went from happy to somber when he concluded, saying, "That is why it saddens me that I must leave with Elessar. But I shall see you soon. At your cousin's wedding."
After Gandalf's greeting, the entire fellowship hoped they would get such a welcome as the friendly wizard.
"Just make sure I would like the gown she chooses for me." The she-elf pleaded with the kindly old wizard and a king of men.
"I cannot promise that, milady, for she can quite often be very stubborn." Aragorn said with a smile and open arms.
"My liege." She said as she curtsied and displayed a coy smile that would melt the heart of any creature, even an orc. As a response Elessar bowed slightly, but was shocked out of it when he was consumed in a massive hug. "Mae Govannen, dear friend." She whispered, her eyes shut tight, like trying to keep this moment like a fading dream.
"Should I tell you to stop attacking the king or to get a room?" Gandalf said as he chuckled along with the rest.
"Oh, go smoke some weed from the south farthing!" She playfully told the old man.
Pippin could be heard in the background saying, "At least she knows where the good stuff grows!"
"King Elessar, I wish you good health, a good marriage, a good ceremony, a good long reign, safe passage, and many heirs. Did I forget anything? Oh! Good ale, good wedding gifts and goodbye. Oh, yes, and keep an eye on that bafoon (indicatig Haldir)." She spouted rather grandly, before kissing him gently on the cheek. A slight blush may have even been detected on the man's face, while the others were growing red with jealousy.
"Now they all want a kiss, milady." Elessar proclaimed with a smirk.
Jessaril rolled her eyes and crouched low to the ground as she acknowledged "Frodo Baggin's, our ringbearer," with a tilt of the head. "All of Middle- Earth is in your debt, for it is you who inherited the ring, and brought such noble companions to the aide of all." She ended by kissing his cheek and whispering "thank you" into his ear.
"Samwise Gamgee, loyal gardener," whom she also acknowledge with a nod, "I thank you for your watchful care of Frodo, and even bearing the ring. I assure you we have not run out of those shinny daggers if you require one." She teased and kissed his cheek saying, "Rosie is a lucky girl..."
"Merry and Pippin, All are in your debt for repairing the breech between the Ents and all others. And I am personally dumbfounded by your courage and growth, leading your comrades directly to you, and restoring their hope." At the same time the two hobbits leaned in and kissed her at the corners of her mouth causing a light "eep!" to escape her muffled lips. When the two had drawn back, they saw her giggling as she concluded saying "You haven't lost you lust for life, or any other sort of lust on this journey, have you?"
"Nope." Pip honestly admitted.
"Of course not! We're hobbits." Merry added.
Jessaril stood and bowed completely to "Gimli, son of Glorin." She smiled and said, "I am sorry, I have not greeted a dwarf formally for many a year. Tell me what to do, as to keep in your good graces." She said, a grin radiating through.
"Just keep smiling, milady, and give me a kiss." He said as he pointed to his cheek.
"Are all dwarves such charmers or only you?" Jessaril asked as she pulled away from his cheek.
"Just me, milady, just me." Gimli said proudly.
Jessaril swallowed a lump in her throat and took a deep breath, preparing to look at the face that filled her dreams. 'No one ever lied about how good the Prince looked, and he certainly didn't get any uglier after the group left Lorien' she thought as she slowly sank down in to a very deep curtsey as she said, "Legolas Greenleaf, prince of Mirkwood."
Five small people gasped at learning the greater truth about their friend after three years of arduous journey.
Jessaril was startled by the other's reaction. Surely they had known they traveled with a prince of elves as well as a king of men. Didn't they?
She was interrupted from her train of thoughts when Legolas grazed his hand along her jawbone, allowing her to ascend from her curtsey.
"Milady?" was all that he said in return.
His mind was racing. Pounding in his ears. He could think of nothing more to say.
She quickly changed to elvish speech, saying, "Forgive me your majesty. I did not know your station was a secret."
"All is forgiven."
She gracefully leaned in, planting a gentle kiss excruciatingly close to his mouth. Making the prince's skin feel as it were on fire (In a good way). "I am glad to behold your stunning presence once again, for I am a lucky maiden to do so." Now she whispered softly, breathing gently on one an elf's most sensitive and intimate parts, his ear, saying, "I am especially glad I don't have an arrow pointed at you, again."
She laughed gleefully as she walked back to the hobbits, helping them mount, while the other elf and two other Elfish speakers cackled and hooted loudly as they started off towards Minas Tirth.
Jessaril gracefully vaulted onto her horse, turned, and said, "Namárië, mellons," as she lifted one hand into the air, bidding "Farewell, friends".