Ok I just wanted to tell you WHY I'm writing this story when it's been done
SO many times before. Two reasons.
One, Legolas is fun to write because everything about his character is a mystery. We don't know his age, his past, if he has a mother and where she is. In the Hobbit it talks about Thranduil but not the Queen. It doesn't mean he doesn't have a mother.
Two, I wrote an Aragorn/Eowyn story, "Arin Elen (Morning Star)" It was a good story for being the first real fanfiction I wrote. The sequel was alright but I never finished it.. that's not the point. In Arin Elen, I made a part for Legolas. He basically has this thing where he falls in love with Eowyn. Now I made him seem SO OOC that I felt I needed to justify my killing of Legolas' character in that story. So I made up a romantic past with a girl that, if you look at the first description in the first chapter, reminds you of Eowyn if you think about it. I will make a sequel to this, but I can't tell anything else as it'll give stuff away.
How Legolas got his Braids Chapter Five Mad... About Him?
March 28, 430
He couldn't find her anywhere. He had been searching for hours in the woods. He had been to the fountain, the river, the clearing, hers and Cara's home. Where was she?
This time had been the last time. He had to add that one last exasperated sigh at the end of her teary speech. He had that speech memorized now. Basically, her father left her a few years before he met her. About once every other month she would come running to him crying about how she missed him.
At first he felt sorry for her. He held her and told her that he understood although he really didn't. He didn't see his parents but he knew that they were always there. He wrote to them and went to see them once every summer. Nenimë would probably never see her father again and he had left without saying goodbye. The only memories she had of him came from the necklace and a diary that was his.
After about the hundredth time he began to not care as much. It was awful, he knew, but it was hard to understand her, considering he had never cried in his life and didn't understand how to cry. So he didn't really like it much, he felt it showed weakness on Nenimë's part. However, his Nenimë was everything but weak except for those few times every year that she cried in his arms.
But yesterday she did it again, and he had been in the mood for a good race. He was impatient, and the only time he was impatient was when Nenimë cried. He knew that they would have that conversation, the same one they always had. It was always the same, it could have been rehearsed. He had the whole thing memorized. This time though it was different.
He had not held her, he had yelled, screamed, called her weak and told her to suck it up once and for all. He lost control for the first time in his life around the one person he cared about. Then when Nenimë's jaw dropped in shock and her eyes clouded in pain, he sighed heavily in an annoyed manner.
"He is NEVER coming back! Get it through your head! Give it up, Nenimë!"
And so she did.
She backed away through the trees until her back hit one. She seemed to be numb, on the brink of collapse, paralyzed in her shock.
She shakily turned her back and walked through the woods swiftly, never looking back.
Only after she was completely out of sight did Legolas stop panting in anger. He continued to stare at the spot that she had disappeared through and suddenly realized what he had done. As if awakening from a bad dream, he shook his head and looked around.
"Nenimë!" He called. It was useless, she was gone.
Hours later, she had still managed to elude him. Legolas dropped to his knees on the ground helplessly, letting his shoulders drop and his head fall. "Nennie!" he said, barely in full voice, then fell back, lying with his knees bent and his arms to the side, staring at the sky.
"I ruined it." He whispered. ********
Nenimë didn't stop running. Her tears didn't stop falling and her sobs were endless. Legolas' words shot through her ears like arrows every two seconds. His face and eyes when he had said them. He had meant all of it, and he was right. Legolas was always right.
Maybe it had been too long for her to be acting like this. Did he have to be so incredibly cruel though?
She finally stopped, finding herself in the clearing. How she had come here she didn't know, but Cara was there and she needed to talk to someone.
"Cara! Carabrethil!" She yelled. Cara looked up, her auburn hair flashing in the sun. As soon as she saw Nenimë she smiled, but then frowned and stood when she saw the tears on her friend's face. She ran towards Nenimë and hugged her tight.
"What happened? Are you ok? Where's Legolas?"
"He.I. Amin delotha ho! (I hate him!)"
"Calm down, Nennie. What happened?"
Cara slowly moved Nenimë to the rock she had been sitting on and sat her down. Nenimë calmed down enough to stop shaking and speak.
"I miss my father so much and. and I went to Legolas again for comfort, he always helps me. But today when I went to him he got so angry."
Cara nodded as she told her story. Anger rose through her, Legolas should know better. He knew Nenimë better than anyone else, probably knew more than Nenimë knew about herself, and vise versa. Why would he simply scream at her like that?
After she was done, Nenimë was crying again. She leaned on Cara and she tried to comfort Nenimë as best she could.
"You know that all guys are odd. Give it a couple hours and he'll be on his knees begging your forgiveness!"
"I shall never forgive him for what he said."
"Don't lie, even to yourself. You and Legolas are never parted for more time than a night's rest allows. You could never give up your friendship. He would probably die of a broken heart if you didn't forgive him."
Nenimë looked at Cara seriously. Cara realized what she had just said.
"That's not funny." Nenimë whispered.
"I didn't mean. well it is true!"
"I'm too upset, too mad to forgive him. Words like hat can not be simply taken back by a hug and a kiss on the cheek."
"Yes, you *are* mad! You are mad about him! I can't believe you two are so blind about each other's feelings though. He loves you and you love him whether you know it or not."
"I thought that you were the one who loved him."
"Everyone loves Legolas, Nenimë. He is beautiful in every way.but everyone, especially me, knows who he loves. He loves you, he's loved you since you met him. I could tell from that morning in the clearing. the way you looked at each other. You became lost in your own world when you met his gaze. Don't give that up because he made one mistake."
Nenimë looked at Cara, speechless and not crying anymore. She did love Legolas, but only as a friend. She had let all of those feelings other than sisterly love and true friendship slip from her mind as the years went on. She loved him, yes, but she wasn't in love with him.
"I do love him, but only as a friend Cara, only as a friend."
Cara, after searching Nenimë's eyes for anything that hinted she wasn't telling the truth (she found that Nenimë meant what she had said) stood up with a sigh. She walked towards the edge of the clearing towards the town and turned back just before she reached the trees.
"You are mad, Nenimë! You are mad and totally blind! You can't see the way he looks at you, the way you look at him. You don't see how happy you both are when in each other's arms. You don't see true love when it's in front of your face every day. I know love is blind, but I didn't know that people in love were senseless also!"
Nenimë turned away and blocked Cara's words completely. She could think what she wanted to, but she didn't love Legolas like that. She stood up and walked out of the clearing, back into the woods the way she came.
She paused only once, when a thought came to her mind unbidden.
What if he does love me?
She shook the thought away, continuing her search although the thought kept coming to her mind, an evil whisper that refused to leave her alone.
She came upon Legolas, lying on the ground with his eyes unfocused in elven sleep. She laughed bitterly when she thought of how long he must have searched for her before giving up. Legolas eyes unclouded and upon seeing Nenimë he sat up and stared into her eyes. Hope and happiness filled his eyes and he smiled, reaching out a hand to her.
She glared at his hand and he snatched it away along with his smile.
She looked back to his eyes, but the fire in her eyes burned Legolas. He inwardly flinched but refused to look away, letting all of his feelings show in his eyes. The burns were painful, unwavering, solid flames scorched him until his watering eyes threatened to spill tears of pain and desperateness. When she didn't acknowledge his silent begging he voiced it.
"Please forgive me!" He said, barely more than a whisper.
"Why should I forgive you?" She said, low enough to be taken away by the wind but filled with ice so cold that the burns sent from her eyes meant nothing compared to the shivers sent down his spine by her voice.
He maintained the eye contact even though she was silently daring him to look away, testing him. "Because I was wrong Nenimë! I said things that I didn't mean! I said horrible, wicked, evil things that nobody in their right mind would say and mean.
"I was frustrated. I hate it when you cry. I hate that your father did this to you because I know that somewhere in your heart you'll never let go of the hope that maybe you will see him again. You will always have a space in your heart that can not be filled because you never had a father to love and hold you. I hate seeing you so upset and it. It's not your fault, you can not be blamed for being so sad.
"I made a mistake, Nenimë. Can you forgive me? I didn't mean it. But by the time I realized what I had said you were already gone."
The fire in Nenimë's eyes had lowered but had still not been quenched.
"Please Nenimë! I would rather die than know I was the one that cased you more pain than you already endure! I love you. Please forgive me." He shifted from his sitting position to a kneeling position and looked back up to her. "I'm on my knees!"
Nenimë was on the breaking point. She was so close to giving in. But not yet done in.
"You don't deserve it!" She said, tears filling her eyes. He nodded. "I hate you. and what you said can never be taken back. never in a thousand ages of the world could I forget what you said. You don't know what I just went through, Legolas."
"I do, Nenimë!"
Nenimë screamed, rage and a final surge of anger leaving her body, "No you don't!" She took a step forward and brought her hand back. Legolas could have stopped her, but he didn't. A smack resounded through the forest and Legolas fell, using his hands to catch himself and whimpering slightly at the sting and burn of the blow.
Nenimë stood over him, her hands at her side, the fire in her eyes slowly ebbing away into grey ashes.
The silence stretched, the only sound was Legolas trying to control his breathing.
He slowly looked up to Nenimë, a heartbreaking look on his face and an ugly, slightly raised, red handprint on his cheek, marring his perfect complexion. A single silver tear fell down his cheek, leaving a wet trail over the burning redness.
The spell was broken, the fire quenched by the river of tears now falling freely down Nenimë's cheeks.
"Hold me." She breathed, and collapsed onto Legolas.
Legolas didn't move, not even to put his arms around Nenimë. He cried for what would be the first and one of the only times in his entire life.
Nenimë cried too, stroking Legolas' silken blonde hair, hugging him closely.
"I forgive you, Legolas. How could I not?"
She backed away from him and brushed the hair out of his face, behind his pointed ears. She lightly let her fingers dance over the flawed cheek that she had inflicted and met his deep gaze. Their eyes locked and she brushed the tears away from his swollen eyes, then slowly leaned forward and placed a tender kiss on his forehead.
"I love you too. and Legolas?"
"Yes?"
"Don't ever cry for me again."
Legolas hesitated. "Why?"
"Please. just don't."
"You know something that I don't."
"Legolas, just. promise?" Her eyes pleaded, asking him innocently, and not betraying anything more than the fact that she knew something beyond his reach.
"Aye." He breathed, placing a hand over his still burning cheek. Nenimë smiled and gently took his hand away, placing her own over the welt to sooth the burning with her cool hand.
He leaned into her comforting hold and smiled, locking his eyes with hers once again. He saw that her pleading eyes had changed. The grey had more blue in it. she wanted something, and didn't dare speak it aloud. After a few moments he knew the promise she wanted him to make, and it was more than just asking him not to cry for her.
He searched her eyes for a few more moments, and that same vision that had come to him the morning after he met her.
There was the small blonde-haired elf child running to her mother and crying her name, pleading for her to wake up. The fair elf lying in bed did not stir, her blank opened eyes shed two tears as the young elf cried over her, still shaking her and begging her to wake up.
Nenimë looked down and Legolas blinked. This was the second time he saw that vision, and he understood it now. He looked at the ground uneasily as Nenimë struggled to regain composure. Suddenly she looked back up. Legolas once again held her gaze.
He knew why she wanted the promise. Her fear of it was normal considering everything that had happened. The fear and desperation was in her eyes now that she was aware he knew what she wanted. He brought his hands up to her face and caressed her cheeks with his thumbs. He leaned forward and placed a kiss on her forehead, letting his lips linger for a few moments.
"I won't" He said.
"Never?"
"Never." She nodded and smiled, then embraced him again.
Legolas was filled with an unnamed emotion, it was fear, love, happiness, hope, pain all in one emotion. But above all, it was peace.
Peace was what he felt when he held her, and as long as she was there to hold, he would be happy.
She backed away and he stood, helping her up.
"Now. You definitely owe me a good long race." He said, reaching out and wiping her tears away.
"Oh? Well where are we racing to?"
"I'd say you owe me about a mile long race."
"That's too easy though! You get tired in the last few meters!"
"Two miles?"
"You never give up do you?"
Legolas smiled and jumped, running off into the forest.
"Even with a head start you can't beat me, Legolas!" She yelled, running after him.
Laughs and soft footsteps echoed through the forest, and the trees were happy that the two were friends again. *****
Wow! That was a perty long chapter! Underthesky, you don't recognize this chapter do you? I added it in the middle because going from Tree Tag to the next chapter was too fast. This slowed it down for a bit.
I don't think any other chapters are that long, but here's a challenge: A nice Legolas pic link to anyone who can guess what she asked him to promise. If no one figures it out than it won't be revealed until chapter. eight or nine. So if someone figures it out I'll tell everyone.
And next chapter's really short, but sweet. You'll like it, I'll post it in a week, and then, since it's so short I'll post chapter seven early. Will that make you happy? Good I hope so!
P.S. When they said they love each other, it's like brother-sister love, like when you say "I love you" to your best friend or whatever, its not the real thing *Coughyetcough*
Many thanks to:
Brazgirl: It was meant to be the best, it only gets better
Nirobie: My faithful fan
Yingyangqueen: You like my description? It's the thing I work hardest on!
And Radiion: The pace will get much quicker and easier now that we are past the first three chapters, which are the worst. But pay attention to dates because otherwise it gets confusing.
One, Legolas is fun to write because everything about his character is a mystery. We don't know his age, his past, if he has a mother and where she is. In the Hobbit it talks about Thranduil but not the Queen. It doesn't mean he doesn't have a mother.
Two, I wrote an Aragorn/Eowyn story, "Arin Elen (Morning Star)" It was a good story for being the first real fanfiction I wrote. The sequel was alright but I never finished it.. that's not the point. In Arin Elen, I made a part for Legolas. He basically has this thing where he falls in love with Eowyn. Now I made him seem SO OOC that I felt I needed to justify my killing of Legolas' character in that story. So I made up a romantic past with a girl that, if you look at the first description in the first chapter, reminds you of Eowyn if you think about it. I will make a sequel to this, but I can't tell anything else as it'll give stuff away.
How Legolas got his Braids Chapter Five Mad... About Him?
March 28, 430
He couldn't find her anywhere. He had been searching for hours in the woods. He had been to the fountain, the river, the clearing, hers and Cara's home. Where was she?
This time had been the last time. He had to add that one last exasperated sigh at the end of her teary speech. He had that speech memorized now. Basically, her father left her a few years before he met her. About once every other month she would come running to him crying about how she missed him.
At first he felt sorry for her. He held her and told her that he understood although he really didn't. He didn't see his parents but he knew that they were always there. He wrote to them and went to see them once every summer. Nenimë would probably never see her father again and he had left without saying goodbye. The only memories she had of him came from the necklace and a diary that was his.
After about the hundredth time he began to not care as much. It was awful, he knew, but it was hard to understand her, considering he had never cried in his life and didn't understand how to cry. So he didn't really like it much, he felt it showed weakness on Nenimë's part. However, his Nenimë was everything but weak except for those few times every year that she cried in his arms.
But yesterday she did it again, and he had been in the mood for a good race. He was impatient, and the only time he was impatient was when Nenimë cried. He knew that they would have that conversation, the same one they always had. It was always the same, it could have been rehearsed. He had the whole thing memorized. This time though it was different.
He had not held her, he had yelled, screamed, called her weak and told her to suck it up once and for all. He lost control for the first time in his life around the one person he cared about. Then when Nenimë's jaw dropped in shock and her eyes clouded in pain, he sighed heavily in an annoyed manner.
"He is NEVER coming back! Get it through your head! Give it up, Nenimë!"
And so she did.
She backed away through the trees until her back hit one. She seemed to be numb, on the brink of collapse, paralyzed in her shock.
She shakily turned her back and walked through the woods swiftly, never looking back.
Only after she was completely out of sight did Legolas stop panting in anger. He continued to stare at the spot that she had disappeared through and suddenly realized what he had done. As if awakening from a bad dream, he shook his head and looked around.
"Nenimë!" He called. It was useless, she was gone.
Hours later, she had still managed to elude him. Legolas dropped to his knees on the ground helplessly, letting his shoulders drop and his head fall. "Nennie!" he said, barely in full voice, then fell back, lying with his knees bent and his arms to the side, staring at the sky.
"I ruined it." He whispered. ********
Nenimë didn't stop running. Her tears didn't stop falling and her sobs were endless. Legolas' words shot through her ears like arrows every two seconds. His face and eyes when he had said them. He had meant all of it, and he was right. Legolas was always right.
Maybe it had been too long for her to be acting like this. Did he have to be so incredibly cruel though?
She finally stopped, finding herself in the clearing. How she had come here she didn't know, but Cara was there and she needed to talk to someone.
"Cara! Carabrethil!" She yelled. Cara looked up, her auburn hair flashing in the sun. As soon as she saw Nenimë she smiled, but then frowned and stood when she saw the tears on her friend's face. She ran towards Nenimë and hugged her tight.
"What happened? Are you ok? Where's Legolas?"
"He.I. Amin delotha ho! (I hate him!)"
"Calm down, Nennie. What happened?"
Cara slowly moved Nenimë to the rock she had been sitting on and sat her down. Nenimë calmed down enough to stop shaking and speak.
"I miss my father so much and. and I went to Legolas again for comfort, he always helps me. But today when I went to him he got so angry."
Cara nodded as she told her story. Anger rose through her, Legolas should know better. He knew Nenimë better than anyone else, probably knew more than Nenimë knew about herself, and vise versa. Why would he simply scream at her like that?
After she was done, Nenimë was crying again. She leaned on Cara and she tried to comfort Nenimë as best she could.
"You know that all guys are odd. Give it a couple hours and he'll be on his knees begging your forgiveness!"
"I shall never forgive him for what he said."
"Don't lie, even to yourself. You and Legolas are never parted for more time than a night's rest allows. You could never give up your friendship. He would probably die of a broken heart if you didn't forgive him."
Nenimë looked at Cara seriously. Cara realized what she had just said.
"That's not funny." Nenimë whispered.
"I didn't mean. well it is true!"
"I'm too upset, too mad to forgive him. Words like hat can not be simply taken back by a hug and a kiss on the cheek."
"Yes, you *are* mad! You are mad about him! I can't believe you two are so blind about each other's feelings though. He loves you and you love him whether you know it or not."
"I thought that you were the one who loved him."
"Everyone loves Legolas, Nenimë. He is beautiful in every way.but everyone, especially me, knows who he loves. He loves you, he's loved you since you met him. I could tell from that morning in the clearing. the way you looked at each other. You became lost in your own world when you met his gaze. Don't give that up because he made one mistake."
Nenimë looked at Cara, speechless and not crying anymore. She did love Legolas, but only as a friend. She had let all of those feelings other than sisterly love and true friendship slip from her mind as the years went on. She loved him, yes, but she wasn't in love with him.
"I do love him, but only as a friend Cara, only as a friend."
Cara, after searching Nenimë's eyes for anything that hinted she wasn't telling the truth (she found that Nenimë meant what she had said) stood up with a sigh. She walked towards the edge of the clearing towards the town and turned back just before she reached the trees.
"You are mad, Nenimë! You are mad and totally blind! You can't see the way he looks at you, the way you look at him. You don't see how happy you both are when in each other's arms. You don't see true love when it's in front of your face every day. I know love is blind, but I didn't know that people in love were senseless also!"
Nenimë turned away and blocked Cara's words completely. She could think what she wanted to, but she didn't love Legolas like that. She stood up and walked out of the clearing, back into the woods the way she came.
She paused only once, when a thought came to her mind unbidden.
What if he does love me?
She shook the thought away, continuing her search although the thought kept coming to her mind, an evil whisper that refused to leave her alone.
She came upon Legolas, lying on the ground with his eyes unfocused in elven sleep. She laughed bitterly when she thought of how long he must have searched for her before giving up. Legolas eyes unclouded and upon seeing Nenimë he sat up and stared into her eyes. Hope and happiness filled his eyes and he smiled, reaching out a hand to her.
She glared at his hand and he snatched it away along with his smile.
She looked back to his eyes, but the fire in her eyes burned Legolas. He inwardly flinched but refused to look away, letting all of his feelings show in his eyes. The burns were painful, unwavering, solid flames scorched him until his watering eyes threatened to spill tears of pain and desperateness. When she didn't acknowledge his silent begging he voiced it.
"Please forgive me!" He said, barely more than a whisper.
"Why should I forgive you?" She said, low enough to be taken away by the wind but filled with ice so cold that the burns sent from her eyes meant nothing compared to the shivers sent down his spine by her voice.
He maintained the eye contact even though she was silently daring him to look away, testing him. "Because I was wrong Nenimë! I said things that I didn't mean! I said horrible, wicked, evil things that nobody in their right mind would say and mean.
"I was frustrated. I hate it when you cry. I hate that your father did this to you because I know that somewhere in your heart you'll never let go of the hope that maybe you will see him again. You will always have a space in your heart that can not be filled because you never had a father to love and hold you. I hate seeing you so upset and it. It's not your fault, you can not be blamed for being so sad.
"I made a mistake, Nenimë. Can you forgive me? I didn't mean it. But by the time I realized what I had said you were already gone."
The fire in Nenimë's eyes had lowered but had still not been quenched.
"Please Nenimë! I would rather die than know I was the one that cased you more pain than you already endure! I love you. Please forgive me." He shifted from his sitting position to a kneeling position and looked back up to her. "I'm on my knees!"
Nenimë was on the breaking point. She was so close to giving in. But not yet done in.
"You don't deserve it!" She said, tears filling her eyes. He nodded. "I hate you. and what you said can never be taken back. never in a thousand ages of the world could I forget what you said. You don't know what I just went through, Legolas."
"I do, Nenimë!"
Nenimë screamed, rage and a final surge of anger leaving her body, "No you don't!" She took a step forward and brought her hand back. Legolas could have stopped her, but he didn't. A smack resounded through the forest and Legolas fell, using his hands to catch himself and whimpering slightly at the sting and burn of the blow.
Nenimë stood over him, her hands at her side, the fire in her eyes slowly ebbing away into grey ashes.
The silence stretched, the only sound was Legolas trying to control his breathing.
He slowly looked up to Nenimë, a heartbreaking look on his face and an ugly, slightly raised, red handprint on his cheek, marring his perfect complexion. A single silver tear fell down his cheek, leaving a wet trail over the burning redness.
The spell was broken, the fire quenched by the river of tears now falling freely down Nenimë's cheeks.
"Hold me." She breathed, and collapsed onto Legolas.
Legolas didn't move, not even to put his arms around Nenimë. He cried for what would be the first and one of the only times in his entire life.
Nenimë cried too, stroking Legolas' silken blonde hair, hugging him closely.
"I forgive you, Legolas. How could I not?"
She backed away from him and brushed the hair out of his face, behind his pointed ears. She lightly let her fingers dance over the flawed cheek that she had inflicted and met his deep gaze. Their eyes locked and she brushed the tears away from his swollen eyes, then slowly leaned forward and placed a tender kiss on his forehead.
"I love you too. and Legolas?"
"Yes?"
"Don't ever cry for me again."
Legolas hesitated. "Why?"
"Please. just don't."
"You know something that I don't."
"Legolas, just. promise?" Her eyes pleaded, asking him innocently, and not betraying anything more than the fact that she knew something beyond his reach.
"Aye." He breathed, placing a hand over his still burning cheek. Nenimë smiled and gently took his hand away, placing her own over the welt to sooth the burning with her cool hand.
He leaned into her comforting hold and smiled, locking his eyes with hers once again. He saw that her pleading eyes had changed. The grey had more blue in it. she wanted something, and didn't dare speak it aloud. After a few moments he knew the promise she wanted him to make, and it was more than just asking him not to cry for her.
He searched her eyes for a few more moments, and that same vision that had come to him the morning after he met her.
There was the small blonde-haired elf child running to her mother and crying her name, pleading for her to wake up. The fair elf lying in bed did not stir, her blank opened eyes shed two tears as the young elf cried over her, still shaking her and begging her to wake up.
Nenimë looked down and Legolas blinked. This was the second time he saw that vision, and he understood it now. He looked at the ground uneasily as Nenimë struggled to regain composure. Suddenly she looked back up. Legolas once again held her gaze.
He knew why she wanted the promise. Her fear of it was normal considering everything that had happened. The fear and desperation was in her eyes now that she was aware he knew what she wanted. He brought his hands up to her face and caressed her cheeks with his thumbs. He leaned forward and placed a kiss on her forehead, letting his lips linger for a few moments.
"I won't" He said.
"Never?"
"Never." She nodded and smiled, then embraced him again.
Legolas was filled with an unnamed emotion, it was fear, love, happiness, hope, pain all in one emotion. But above all, it was peace.
Peace was what he felt when he held her, and as long as she was there to hold, he would be happy.
She backed away and he stood, helping her up.
"Now. You definitely owe me a good long race." He said, reaching out and wiping her tears away.
"Oh? Well where are we racing to?"
"I'd say you owe me about a mile long race."
"That's too easy though! You get tired in the last few meters!"
"Two miles?"
"You never give up do you?"
Legolas smiled and jumped, running off into the forest.
"Even with a head start you can't beat me, Legolas!" She yelled, running after him.
Laughs and soft footsteps echoed through the forest, and the trees were happy that the two were friends again. *****
Wow! That was a perty long chapter! Underthesky, you don't recognize this chapter do you? I added it in the middle because going from Tree Tag to the next chapter was too fast. This slowed it down for a bit.
I don't think any other chapters are that long, but here's a challenge: A nice Legolas pic link to anyone who can guess what she asked him to promise. If no one figures it out than it won't be revealed until chapter. eight or nine. So if someone figures it out I'll tell everyone.
And next chapter's really short, but sweet. You'll like it, I'll post it in a week, and then, since it's so short I'll post chapter seven early. Will that make you happy? Good I hope so!
P.S. When they said they love each other, it's like brother-sister love, like when you say "I love you" to your best friend or whatever, its not the real thing *Coughyetcough*
Many thanks to:
Brazgirl: It was meant to be the best, it only gets better
Nirobie: My faithful fan
Yingyangqueen: You like my description? It's the thing I work hardest on!
And Radiion: The pace will get much quicker and easier now that we are past the first three chapters, which are the worst. But pay attention to dates because otherwise it gets confusing.