Oh I'm so happy! Someone figured out what he promised! Congrats to sam, who
is a smarty! , here is your link (take out the spaces): http: //w w w.
full-bloom. Net /fanart/ fanart/ dawnlyn1.jpg (very sexy Leggy w/ his hair
down.
And here's the lil leggy pic I promised (take out the spaces): http:// w w
w .full-bloom.net/ fanart/ fanart/ dawnlyn9.jpg so sweet! It's my desktop!
Dawnlyn is a great artist check her fanart out on fullbloom
Oh and by the way, I'll tell you this now as it probably won't be brought up for awhile and it was actually supposed to be explained but it wasn't. Legolas sees Nenimë's mother on the bed weeping in her sleep and close to death. The child is Nenimë and it takes place right after Nenimë's father left her.
Legolas promised that he would not leave Nenimë. Think about it, her father left her and her mother almost died of a broken heart. It would make sense that she would be afraid of Legolas, who is so close to her, would just leave one day. Well good job! I have smart readers!
How Legolas Got His Braids Chapter 6 Undercurrent
I'm going under Drowning in you I'm falling forever I've got to break through I'm going under
Evanescence "Going Under"
January 5, 503 *****
"Amin delotha hrivë. (I hate winter)" Nenimë pouted, looking towards the sky.
"And why is that, Nenimë? The trees are too cold to climb?" He teased.
Nenimë hit Legolas hard on the arm. "Partly...But the winter clouds take the moonrise away!"
Legolas looked up and frowned. It was probably the tenth day in a row that the grey winter clouds had completely covered the sky and Legolas wished he could see the sun just once.
"It has been more than a week since last I saw the sun or moon!" Nenimë whined.
Legolas looked over at Nenimë. Indeed winters were tough for her. As she grew the necklace that held the moon became a part of her, and like the necklace, she needed the moon to glow. When there was no moon for her skin to feed off of her shimmering pale skin turned almost a sickly white color and bags formed under her eyes. She didn't run around as much and shivered often, which was uncharacteristic as elves don't feel extreme cold or heat. Nenimë's glowing eyes turned a dark grey and the blue disappeared. It seemed that all through winter Nenime was, there was no other word for it. sick. Everyone knows that elves cannot become sick or ill, for they are immortal.
Legolas always wanted to ask questions but never did. He simply wrinkled his brow at Nenimë as each day she became paler and weaker. She simply smiled brightly at him though and for a moment her beauty would return and he would stop worrying and wondering.
"Nenimë?" Legolas said sort of far off, lost in a thought as he looked at her.
"Aye?" She said, turning her gaze to him.
"Do you ever wonder what it is like to. to die?..." She didn't answer for a few moments. "I mean, elves were put on the earth and given the gift of immortality unless we die of a broken heart or are mortally wounded in battle. Mortals only get around one hundred years and that's if they are lucky! Do you think it's fair?"
"I don't wonder. I don't really want to know." Nenimë whispered.
Nenimë stopped and looked hard at Legolas. He stopped also and gazed into her eyes. Pain shown on her face as he had never seen before.
"Do you ever wonder what it is like to be in love, Legolas?" She asked, changing the subject.
Legolas was taken aback at the question that came out of no where. He thought for a moment and then replied slowly, "Yes I do..."
"But?"
"But I don't think you should look for love. I think it will find you. And I believe that every one person has one other perfect person that they are meant to be with."
"And...?" She asked, meeting his gaze.
"And... I don't know if... If I've found that person yet."
Nenimë's eyes still held pain, and confusion also. *I don't know if.* She thought. What did that mean?
Nenimë looked into his eyes and with out speaking moved forward two steps so that she was very close to Legolas. She stood on her toes and placed a light kiss on his cheek. Her lips lingered for a brief moment before she backed away and looked down, tears in her eyes. "Ta kaiv utullë, Legolas (It will find you)" she whispered. She looked back up into his eyes and a single tear fell down her cheek before she turned and ran through the forest, her dark green dress blending into the many trees.
Legolas was confused even as he ran after her. Had he said something wrong? Was he supposed to tell her the truth? *The truth. what is the truth about Nenimë?* A voice in his head pondered.
He stopped in his tracks as the truth came rushing upon him like an icy wave of water.
*You know the truth. You've always known the truth. You love her* Another voice said.
*She is like a sister to me! She is my best friend! Of course I love her* the first voice cried, drowning out the other.
Why was he denying it? Didn't he want to love her? Did she want to love him?
His head spun from everything hitting him at once and he swayed. He shook all thoughts out of his head and left one remaining.
*Follow her*
He took off in a dead sprint. Nenimë was faster at running than Legolas and as he continued to run blindly through the forest, he knew it was hopeless, but he continued running as fast as his legs could go anyways. He dodged trees and branches, bushes and flowers, just focusing on that one thought.
He leapt lightly over a large branch, looking on the ground as he saw Nenimë's light footprints in the hard ground. She had stumbled here.
Suddenly at the bottom of a large hill he stopped and looked across at Nenimë. She was standing by the side of a large river. The river was only thinly iced over, and it would most likely break even if she ran over it.
He began to jog towards her, calling her name.
"Nenimë! Nenimë, feith! (wait)" He cried. She turned and upon seeing him ran across the wide river in a few long strides. Legolas winced, waiting for the ice to crack under her, but it only groaned, letting her pass over safely to the other side.
Legolas stopped at the edge of the water and breathed a sigh of relief. Nenimë turned around on the other side and looked back at him, tears shining in her eyes and on her cheeks.
"What did I do? What did I say?" Legolas yelled across the river.
Nenimë only shook her head and turned, walking slowly away. Legolas shook his head and walked out onto the thin slippery ice. "Nenimë, feith!" He called again.
Just then the ice cracked and shattered underneath Legolas and he felt himself fall into the deep frigid water. The last thing he saw was Nenimë's face with a look of complete terror on her face, her dress and hair flying out behind her as she turned.
The undercurrent swept him away. The ice above him was too thick and he was running out of oxygen quick. The water was too cold, even for an elf, and Legolas had never been cold in his life. This was unreal, he found himself struggling to hold onto his thoughts as his mind and body slowly went numb. Finally he let out an inaudible scream and Legolas' world went blank. *****
Nenimë was too shocked to move. She heard herself cry Legolas' name over and over and then felt her legs carrying her back out onto the ice. It still held her and she reached the place where Legolas disappeared. The water was still flowing underneath the thin sheet of ice and Legolas was nowhere to be seen.
A thousand thoughts rushed through her mind and she struggled to grasp one. She finally did.
*Save him*
Without thinking anything else she took a deep breath and dove into the hole that had swallowed Legolas.
The coldness stabbed at Nenimë like daggers. She wanted to cry out but simply focused on getting to Legolas as she moved her arms and legs to go faster than the current. She had only been swimming for a few moments when she saw something floating up ahead of her. It was going slow because it was scraping up against the ice, but she could see that it was limp. She came up to it fast and found it was Legolas.
She grabbed him around the middle with one arm and began pounding on the ice above as they floated farther downstream. Nenimë's world was spinning. She needed to breathe and Legolas was heavy in her arms and she was sinking slowly.
Finally she found a weak spot in the ice and broke through, grabbing the edge with her hand to stop them from being swept downstream again. She punched hard with her hands and then her head broke the surface as she gasped for breath. She sputtered and coughed, pulling herself slowly out of the water and holding Legolas above the surface at the same time wasn't easy, and the air was no better than the freezing water, making Nenimë's green velvet dress heavy and her lungs sting.
She dragged Legolas out of the water onto the ice and across to the shore. She laid him flat and leaned over him, listening for a heartbeat or breathing. He wasn't breathing and heartbeats were slow but steady and still strong. She didn't know what to do except for to place her mouth on his and blow breath into him, hoping it would inflate his lungs with air so he could breathe.
She tried to shake him and call his name. "Legolas! Legolas de cuiv (wake up)! Legolas." She trailed off and then looked around helplessly. She did not know where they were or how far down the river they had traveled and doubted there would be any help. She looked down at his pale face and blank opened eyes. She took a deep breath, leaned over, and placed her lips to his. She pinched his nose shut and blew air into his lungs. His chest rose a bit but he did not breathe. She did it once more and he began to cough and sputter, convulsing slightly.
Nenimë smiled. Tears of joy poured down her cheeks and turned him to the side as he coughed up a large amount of water. The color returned to his face and the depth was slowly returning to his eyes. Legolas stopped coughing and lay still on his back again. He looked around with a confused and frightened look on his face and when he saw Nenimë the memory of everything returned to him.
The panic and confusion left him instantly as he met Nenimë's grey eyes that were teary with worry and fear. Her gaze healed him instantly, warmed him to the bone, made the cold air stabbing his lungs seem warm and refreshing as a summer's breeze. He smiled broadly up at her and warm relief flooded through her eyes.
Nenimë threw herself on Legolas and sobbed. He placed his arms comfortably around her back and she threw hers around his neck. She was shivering slightly and Legolas reached a hand to her face, pulling it up so they could see eye to eye again.
Her lips were trembling and were pale blue. Her grey eyes were beautiful and he wiped away a single tear from her cheek. Her body was wet and cold and her long silver hair was freezing as it dried. He clutched her closely to his body with one arm and one hand remained on her soft pale cheek. He moved his thumb back and forth, lightly caressing her face. She simply gazed into his eyes, tears of happiness still streaming down her face as she leaned into Legolas' warm hand.
"You saved me." he whispered with a smile.
"Don't you ever scare me like that again, Legolas Greenleaf." She scolded. She reached up and held her hand over the one on her cheek. After a few moments she took the hand off and laced her fingers through his.
She smiled and then comfortably rested her head back on his chest, dropping their still laced hands to the ground next to them. Legolas rubbed her back lightly, trying to keep her as warm as possible since he knew she was cold. He once again felt the peace and warmth that only holding Nenimë could bring and it was then that he admitted it.
*I love her* Both voices in his head said at once. He smiled and looked down at Nenimë as she cuddled on his body, keeping him warm and making him feel contented with life. Admitting this to himself made him feel light and free, as if he could fly. He raised his head a little bit to kiss the top of Nenimë's silver head and held her tightly to him.
He took a deep breath and suddenly realized how beautiful everything around him was now that he was truly in love. It was as if he was being reborn, awakening from a long and hopeless sleep. The world was smiling down at him, and he breathed in deeply, looking back down at the gorgeous being in his arms. His heart skipped a beat.
*I love her!* he thought happily and he let out the breath, feeling as though everything was right in the world. *****
I really hate having SO much fluff in the story! Everything is fluffy and it is getting old, but I hate even more the fact that it gets worse. Wait until next chapter, you guys are going to hate me. it's fluffy and a bit angsty, I'll have it up Friday afternoon, I promise.
Cerasi
Wow I got a lot of reviews!
Thanks to:
Sam! You guessed! You're so smart!!!!! And thanks for saying this is the best Leggy romance fic ever. I'm blushing!
Green eyed elf goddess: I kinda got teary when I thought of Legolas' face when he looks back up @ Nennie after she slaps him. It was supposed to be like when Aragorn calls to Frodo after Gandalf falls in FOTR and Frodo slowly turns, a tear falling down one cheek and a heartbroken expression.
???: I belong in the toilet? Why thanks, This dumb flame belongs in the toilet too.
Radiion: No I'm not killing off Nenimë.
Thanks also to Crystal Snowflakes, Urebriviel, Laisi Mairo, and Brazgirl, my fan!
Oh and by the way, I'll tell you this now as it probably won't be brought up for awhile and it was actually supposed to be explained but it wasn't. Legolas sees Nenimë's mother on the bed weeping in her sleep and close to death. The child is Nenimë and it takes place right after Nenimë's father left her.
Legolas promised that he would not leave Nenimë. Think about it, her father left her and her mother almost died of a broken heart. It would make sense that she would be afraid of Legolas, who is so close to her, would just leave one day. Well good job! I have smart readers!
How Legolas Got His Braids Chapter 6 Undercurrent
I'm going under Drowning in you I'm falling forever I've got to break through I'm going under
Evanescence "Going Under"
January 5, 503 *****
"Amin delotha hrivë. (I hate winter)" Nenimë pouted, looking towards the sky.
"And why is that, Nenimë? The trees are too cold to climb?" He teased.
Nenimë hit Legolas hard on the arm. "Partly...But the winter clouds take the moonrise away!"
Legolas looked up and frowned. It was probably the tenth day in a row that the grey winter clouds had completely covered the sky and Legolas wished he could see the sun just once.
"It has been more than a week since last I saw the sun or moon!" Nenimë whined.
Legolas looked over at Nenimë. Indeed winters were tough for her. As she grew the necklace that held the moon became a part of her, and like the necklace, she needed the moon to glow. When there was no moon for her skin to feed off of her shimmering pale skin turned almost a sickly white color and bags formed under her eyes. She didn't run around as much and shivered often, which was uncharacteristic as elves don't feel extreme cold or heat. Nenimë's glowing eyes turned a dark grey and the blue disappeared. It seemed that all through winter Nenime was, there was no other word for it. sick. Everyone knows that elves cannot become sick or ill, for they are immortal.
Legolas always wanted to ask questions but never did. He simply wrinkled his brow at Nenimë as each day she became paler and weaker. She simply smiled brightly at him though and for a moment her beauty would return and he would stop worrying and wondering.
"Nenimë?" Legolas said sort of far off, lost in a thought as he looked at her.
"Aye?" She said, turning her gaze to him.
"Do you ever wonder what it is like to. to die?..." She didn't answer for a few moments. "I mean, elves were put on the earth and given the gift of immortality unless we die of a broken heart or are mortally wounded in battle. Mortals only get around one hundred years and that's if they are lucky! Do you think it's fair?"
"I don't wonder. I don't really want to know." Nenimë whispered.
Nenimë stopped and looked hard at Legolas. He stopped also and gazed into her eyes. Pain shown on her face as he had never seen before.
"Do you ever wonder what it is like to be in love, Legolas?" She asked, changing the subject.
Legolas was taken aback at the question that came out of no where. He thought for a moment and then replied slowly, "Yes I do..."
"But?"
"But I don't think you should look for love. I think it will find you. And I believe that every one person has one other perfect person that they are meant to be with."
"And...?" She asked, meeting his gaze.
"And... I don't know if... If I've found that person yet."
Nenimë's eyes still held pain, and confusion also. *I don't know if.* She thought. What did that mean?
Nenimë looked into his eyes and with out speaking moved forward two steps so that she was very close to Legolas. She stood on her toes and placed a light kiss on his cheek. Her lips lingered for a brief moment before she backed away and looked down, tears in her eyes. "Ta kaiv utullë, Legolas (It will find you)" she whispered. She looked back up into his eyes and a single tear fell down her cheek before she turned and ran through the forest, her dark green dress blending into the many trees.
Legolas was confused even as he ran after her. Had he said something wrong? Was he supposed to tell her the truth? *The truth. what is the truth about Nenimë?* A voice in his head pondered.
He stopped in his tracks as the truth came rushing upon him like an icy wave of water.
*You know the truth. You've always known the truth. You love her* Another voice said.
*She is like a sister to me! She is my best friend! Of course I love her* the first voice cried, drowning out the other.
Why was he denying it? Didn't he want to love her? Did she want to love him?
His head spun from everything hitting him at once and he swayed. He shook all thoughts out of his head and left one remaining.
*Follow her*
He took off in a dead sprint. Nenimë was faster at running than Legolas and as he continued to run blindly through the forest, he knew it was hopeless, but he continued running as fast as his legs could go anyways. He dodged trees and branches, bushes and flowers, just focusing on that one thought.
He leapt lightly over a large branch, looking on the ground as he saw Nenimë's light footprints in the hard ground. She had stumbled here.
Suddenly at the bottom of a large hill he stopped and looked across at Nenimë. She was standing by the side of a large river. The river was only thinly iced over, and it would most likely break even if she ran over it.
He began to jog towards her, calling her name.
"Nenimë! Nenimë, feith! (wait)" He cried. She turned and upon seeing him ran across the wide river in a few long strides. Legolas winced, waiting for the ice to crack under her, but it only groaned, letting her pass over safely to the other side.
Legolas stopped at the edge of the water and breathed a sigh of relief. Nenimë turned around on the other side and looked back at him, tears shining in her eyes and on her cheeks.
"What did I do? What did I say?" Legolas yelled across the river.
Nenimë only shook her head and turned, walking slowly away. Legolas shook his head and walked out onto the thin slippery ice. "Nenimë, feith!" He called again.
Just then the ice cracked and shattered underneath Legolas and he felt himself fall into the deep frigid water. The last thing he saw was Nenimë's face with a look of complete terror on her face, her dress and hair flying out behind her as she turned.
The undercurrent swept him away. The ice above him was too thick and he was running out of oxygen quick. The water was too cold, even for an elf, and Legolas had never been cold in his life. This was unreal, he found himself struggling to hold onto his thoughts as his mind and body slowly went numb. Finally he let out an inaudible scream and Legolas' world went blank. *****
Nenimë was too shocked to move. She heard herself cry Legolas' name over and over and then felt her legs carrying her back out onto the ice. It still held her and she reached the place where Legolas disappeared. The water was still flowing underneath the thin sheet of ice and Legolas was nowhere to be seen.
A thousand thoughts rushed through her mind and she struggled to grasp one. She finally did.
*Save him*
Without thinking anything else she took a deep breath and dove into the hole that had swallowed Legolas.
The coldness stabbed at Nenimë like daggers. She wanted to cry out but simply focused on getting to Legolas as she moved her arms and legs to go faster than the current. She had only been swimming for a few moments when she saw something floating up ahead of her. It was going slow because it was scraping up against the ice, but she could see that it was limp. She came up to it fast and found it was Legolas.
She grabbed him around the middle with one arm and began pounding on the ice above as they floated farther downstream. Nenimë's world was spinning. She needed to breathe and Legolas was heavy in her arms and she was sinking slowly.
Finally she found a weak spot in the ice and broke through, grabbing the edge with her hand to stop them from being swept downstream again. She punched hard with her hands and then her head broke the surface as she gasped for breath. She sputtered and coughed, pulling herself slowly out of the water and holding Legolas above the surface at the same time wasn't easy, and the air was no better than the freezing water, making Nenimë's green velvet dress heavy and her lungs sting.
She dragged Legolas out of the water onto the ice and across to the shore. She laid him flat and leaned over him, listening for a heartbeat or breathing. He wasn't breathing and heartbeats were slow but steady and still strong. She didn't know what to do except for to place her mouth on his and blow breath into him, hoping it would inflate his lungs with air so he could breathe.
She tried to shake him and call his name. "Legolas! Legolas de cuiv (wake up)! Legolas." She trailed off and then looked around helplessly. She did not know where they were or how far down the river they had traveled and doubted there would be any help. She looked down at his pale face and blank opened eyes. She took a deep breath, leaned over, and placed her lips to his. She pinched his nose shut and blew air into his lungs. His chest rose a bit but he did not breathe. She did it once more and he began to cough and sputter, convulsing slightly.
Nenimë smiled. Tears of joy poured down her cheeks and turned him to the side as he coughed up a large amount of water. The color returned to his face and the depth was slowly returning to his eyes. Legolas stopped coughing and lay still on his back again. He looked around with a confused and frightened look on his face and when he saw Nenimë the memory of everything returned to him.
The panic and confusion left him instantly as he met Nenimë's grey eyes that were teary with worry and fear. Her gaze healed him instantly, warmed him to the bone, made the cold air stabbing his lungs seem warm and refreshing as a summer's breeze. He smiled broadly up at her and warm relief flooded through her eyes.
Nenimë threw herself on Legolas and sobbed. He placed his arms comfortably around her back and she threw hers around his neck. She was shivering slightly and Legolas reached a hand to her face, pulling it up so they could see eye to eye again.
Her lips were trembling and were pale blue. Her grey eyes were beautiful and he wiped away a single tear from her cheek. Her body was wet and cold and her long silver hair was freezing as it dried. He clutched her closely to his body with one arm and one hand remained on her soft pale cheek. He moved his thumb back and forth, lightly caressing her face. She simply gazed into his eyes, tears of happiness still streaming down her face as she leaned into Legolas' warm hand.
"You saved me." he whispered with a smile.
"Don't you ever scare me like that again, Legolas Greenleaf." She scolded. She reached up and held her hand over the one on her cheek. After a few moments she took the hand off and laced her fingers through his.
She smiled and then comfortably rested her head back on his chest, dropping their still laced hands to the ground next to them. Legolas rubbed her back lightly, trying to keep her as warm as possible since he knew she was cold. He once again felt the peace and warmth that only holding Nenimë could bring and it was then that he admitted it.
*I love her* Both voices in his head said at once. He smiled and looked down at Nenimë as she cuddled on his body, keeping him warm and making him feel contented with life. Admitting this to himself made him feel light and free, as if he could fly. He raised his head a little bit to kiss the top of Nenimë's silver head and held her tightly to him.
He took a deep breath and suddenly realized how beautiful everything around him was now that he was truly in love. It was as if he was being reborn, awakening from a long and hopeless sleep. The world was smiling down at him, and he breathed in deeply, looking back down at the gorgeous being in his arms. His heart skipped a beat.
*I love her!* he thought happily and he let out the breath, feeling as though everything was right in the world. *****
I really hate having SO much fluff in the story! Everything is fluffy and it is getting old, but I hate even more the fact that it gets worse. Wait until next chapter, you guys are going to hate me. it's fluffy and a bit angsty, I'll have it up Friday afternoon, I promise.
Cerasi
Wow I got a lot of reviews!
Thanks to:
Sam! You guessed! You're so smart!!!!! And thanks for saying this is the best Leggy romance fic ever. I'm blushing!
Green eyed elf goddess: I kinda got teary when I thought of Legolas' face when he looks back up @ Nennie after she slaps him. It was supposed to be like when Aragorn calls to Frodo after Gandalf falls in FOTR and Frodo slowly turns, a tear falling down one cheek and a heartbroken expression.
???: I belong in the toilet? Why thanks, This dumb flame belongs in the toilet too.
Radiion: No I'm not killing off Nenimë.
Thanks also to Crystal Snowflakes, Urebriviel, Laisi Mairo, and Brazgirl, my fan!