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Jindaia. I make no money off of the conception of this fic.
The sun was shining brightly in the small glade just inside the woods outside Rivendell. A small clear pool of water existed in the clearing here, surrounded by many majestic trees in a way that created a private atmosphere. A gentle brook that wove its way through the trees and over a ledge of rock ended in this spot, where it was warmed by the sun. Jindaia had found the pool a few days after arriving here many years ago. From the time that she arrived at Lord Elrond's home, she found herself constantly drawn to the serenity and peace that she felt while at the pool. It quickly became her favorite spot. She had even resorted to stashing away a supply of soaps under the base of the small waterfall. Even though Elrond's palace afforded every convenience needed, including private bathing chambers, she found that she enjoyed bathing in the water under nature's careful eye.
As she finished her bath, she quickly dressed in her pale blue gown and hurried toward the palace. Her best friend Arwen would not forgive her if she were late in returning. Arwen's love, Aragorn, would be returning to Rivendell this day. After completing the quest of the one ring, he was returning to claim Arwen's hand in marriage. They would be joined together after many years of worry on Arwen's part.
Jindaia had known Aragorn all of his life. Being a mortal, he had been raised as an elf after his mother left him in Elrond's care. Elrond, although unhappy that Arwen was sacrificing her immortality to wed Aragorn, was for the most part pleased with Arwen's choice for a husband. He had raised Aragorn from a babe and knew that he would do his best to look after and love Arwen. The marriage was set to take place in two weeks' time.
As Jindaia rushed toward the palace, she walked through the outer gardens of Rivendell. As she crossed the bridge where, before the quest of the ring, Arwen had chosen a mortal life, she saw a figure on the other side. Curious, Jindaia slowed her pace as she approached. As she got closer, she saw an elf sitting on a garden bench, gazing into the waters of the stream. He was dressed as a wood elf. He wore brown leggings and a green tunic. He wore his long, blond hair in the way of many elves, mostly free with a braid down the back and a braid back each side of his head, just above his pointed ears. He looked slightly sad, and as she approached, he raised his face to meet hers.
Knowing that she should speak since he had noticed her, Jindaia hesitated shortly. As he raised his eyes to hers, she noticed that they were a silvery, blue color. His face was very fair, he was the most handsome elf she had ever seen.
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Legolas was weary after traveling from Minis Tirith to Rivendell with Aragorn. Since the quest of the one ring there had been little time to rest, even though elves need little rest. Aragorn was surely existing on a high since he was returning to claim Arwen as his bride. How the mortal showed no fatigue was beyond his comprehension at the moment. What Legolas really needed was a full night of the deepest sleep possible.
As they arrived in Rivendell, Aragorn was immediately whisked away to a conference with Elrond. As he left, he invited Legolas to explore Rivendell as he pleased.
"Later tonight I will re-introduce you to much of Elrond's kingdom," Aragorn promised as he disappeared into Elrond's chambers. Gimli had decided to find his quarters and rest awhile himself. The hobbits would not arrive until later in the week.
Left on his own, Legolas decided to find a quiet place to relax before finding his chambers. He wandered toward the outer gardens of Rivendell, in search of the bridge of which Aragorn had told him. Before long he found the place. It was an enchanting, romantic place, made even more so by the stories he held in his mind of Aragorn and Arwen's love. Legolas sighed as he found a bench to sit on. He was nearing 3,000 years of age and had yet to find the pure joy that comes with falling in love. He watched the stream flowing ceaselessly by as he willed himself to relax. He was aware that someone approached from the opposite of the bridge, but he knew that it was no one he should fear. Rivendell's borders were well protected.
As the footsteps got closer, Legolas raised his head to see who had unintentionally disturbed his peaceful imaginings. He was surprised to see an elf maiden, slightly younger than himself. She had waist-length brown hair with golden highlights woven throughout. It was pulled back into a clip, showing her elfin ears. As she came nearer to him, he noticed that her eyes matched her gown, which was a pale blue. She was a beautiful creature, and he immediately released any hard feelings he held for the person who had disturbed his tranquility.
*-*-*
"Good morning, my lord," Jindaia said as her path took her closer to his perch, "I see that the beauty of Lord Elrond's kingdom is not wasted on you." She stopped and offered a small curtsy as she came to the end of the bench.
Legolas smiled as he greeted her, "The beauty of such I have never seen elsewhere in all of my travels." He stood and offered a slight bow as he took her hand. "I do not believe I met you in my previous journey to Rivendell. I am Legolas of Mirkwood."
Jindaia was pleased with his polite demeanor. "Ah, the infamous Legolas. I have heard much of your travels with Aragorn from Arwen. I had hoped to meet you during your visit. I am Jindaia, closest friend to Arwen, and I was in Lorien when you were last in Rivendell."
"It is my honor to meet you my lady," Legolas said quietly.
"Please, call me Jindaia," she said warmly. "Any friend to Aragorn and Arwen is a friend to me also."
"In that case, you must also call me Legolas," he replied, "I see that you are returning to the palace. May I escort you?"
Jindaia was pleased by the offer, but refused, "I am presently needed in Arwen's chamber to assist her with readying herself for her reunion with Aragorn. Thank you still."
And with that, she hurried off toward the palace, leaving Legolas to sit quietly on the bench once more.
The sun was shining brightly in the small glade just inside the woods outside Rivendell. A small clear pool of water existed in the clearing here, surrounded by many majestic trees in a way that created a private atmosphere. A gentle brook that wove its way through the trees and over a ledge of rock ended in this spot, where it was warmed by the sun. Jindaia had found the pool a few days after arriving here many years ago. From the time that she arrived at Lord Elrond's home, she found herself constantly drawn to the serenity and peace that she felt while at the pool. It quickly became her favorite spot. She had even resorted to stashing away a supply of soaps under the base of the small waterfall. Even though Elrond's palace afforded every convenience needed, including private bathing chambers, she found that she enjoyed bathing in the water under nature's careful eye.
As she finished her bath, she quickly dressed in her pale blue gown and hurried toward the palace. Her best friend Arwen would not forgive her if she were late in returning. Arwen's love, Aragorn, would be returning to Rivendell this day. After completing the quest of the one ring, he was returning to claim Arwen's hand in marriage. They would be joined together after many years of worry on Arwen's part.
Jindaia had known Aragorn all of his life. Being a mortal, he had been raised as an elf after his mother left him in Elrond's care. Elrond, although unhappy that Arwen was sacrificing her immortality to wed Aragorn, was for the most part pleased with Arwen's choice for a husband. He had raised Aragorn from a babe and knew that he would do his best to look after and love Arwen. The marriage was set to take place in two weeks' time.
As Jindaia rushed toward the palace, she walked through the outer gardens of Rivendell. As she crossed the bridge where, before the quest of the ring, Arwen had chosen a mortal life, she saw a figure on the other side. Curious, Jindaia slowed her pace as she approached. As she got closer, she saw an elf sitting on a garden bench, gazing into the waters of the stream. He was dressed as a wood elf. He wore brown leggings and a green tunic. He wore his long, blond hair in the way of many elves, mostly free with a braid down the back and a braid back each side of his head, just above his pointed ears. He looked slightly sad, and as she approached, he raised his face to meet hers.
Knowing that she should speak since he had noticed her, Jindaia hesitated shortly. As he raised his eyes to hers, she noticed that they were a silvery, blue color. His face was very fair, he was the most handsome elf she had ever seen.
*-*-*-*
Legolas was weary after traveling from Minis Tirith to Rivendell with Aragorn. Since the quest of the one ring there had been little time to rest, even though elves need little rest. Aragorn was surely existing on a high since he was returning to claim Arwen as his bride. How the mortal showed no fatigue was beyond his comprehension at the moment. What Legolas really needed was a full night of the deepest sleep possible.
As they arrived in Rivendell, Aragorn was immediately whisked away to a conference with Elrond. As he left, he invited Legolas to explore Rivendell as he pleased.
"Later tonight I will re-introduce you to much of Elrond's kingdom," Aragorn promised as he disappeared into Elrond's chambers. Gimli had decided to find his quarters and rest awhile himself. The hobbits would not arrive until later in the week.
Left on his own, Legolas decided to find a quiet place to relax before finding his chambers. He wandered toward the outer gardens of Rivendell, in search of the bridge of which Aragorn had told him. Before long he found the place. It was an enchanting, romantic place, made even more so by the stories he held in his mind of Aragorn and Arwen's love. Legolas sighed as he found a bench to sit on. He was nearing 3,000 years of age and had yet to find the pure joy that comes with falling in love. He watched the stream flowing ceaselessly by as he willed himself to relax. He was aware that someone approached from the opposite of the bridge, but he knew that it was no one he should fear. Rivendell's borders were well protected.
As the footsteps got closer, Legolas raised his head to see who had unintentionally disturbed his peaceful imaginings. He was surprised to see an elf maiden, slightly younger than himself. She had waist-length brown hair with golden highlights woven throughout. It was pulled back into a clip, showing her elfin ears. As she came nearer to him, he noticed that her eyes matched her gown, which was a pale blue. She was a beautiful creature, and he immediately released any hard feelings he held for the person who had disturbed his tranquility.
*-*-*
"Good morning, my lord," Jindaia said as her path took her closer to his perch, "I see that the beauty of Lord Elrond's kingdom is not wasted on you." She stopped and offered a small curtsy as she came to the end of the bench.
Legolas smiled as he greeted her, "The beauty of such I have never seen elsewhere in all of my travels." He stood and offered a slight bow as he took her hand. "I do not believe I met you in my previous journey to Rivendell. I am Legolas of Mirkwood."
Jindaia was pleased with his polite demeanor. "Ah, the infamous Legolas. I have heard much of your travels with Aragorn from Arwen. I had hoped to meet you during your visit. I am Jindaia, closest friend to Arwen, and I was in Lorien when you were last in Rivendell."
"It is my honor to meet you my lady," Legolas said quietly.
"Please, call me Jindaia," she said warmly. "Any friend to Aragorn and Arwen is a friend to me also."
"In that case, you must also call me Legolas," he replied, "I see that you are returning to the palace. May I escort you?"
Jindaia was pleased by the offer, but refused, "I am presently needed in Arwen's chamber to assist her with readying herself for her reunion with Aragorn. Thank you still."
And with that, she hurried off toward the palace, leaving Legolas to sit quietly on the bench once more.