Chapter 3: Healing the past
Hello all! Well, I would like to thank the 5 ppl who keep me writing my story ;) I am sorry I have yet to blurb yet, I'm not used to the set up on here quite yet ;) I start school tomorrow, and since I am a junior, I will have more work. But I promise that I will update as often as possible! I love writing this story!! I wanted to let you all know the premises of my story.
The Ring of Power is no more. Arwen and Aragon *soon to be introduced* are not yet married..Elrond just found out about them.
Yea that's it for now.I think.oh! Question!! Does anyone know where I can find like an Elvish translator?? Thanks! ;)
The name changer.what do you mean by it's a Mary-Sue?
By the way, The Ivy Hobbit..you'll have to get through me.to get to him.and that AINT gonna happen!!!! ;)
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Legolas's wrapped his hands around Elizal's waist to make sure she didn't fall off, as he sped up the horse.
Elizal's eyes winced, as she saw the sun and shut them, she heard voices and she felt hot breath breathing down her neck that made her tremble. She felt the warmth of the vaguely familiar figure as he wrapped his arms around her waist. She took a long sigh, and slowly everything went dark again.
When she awoke she was in a beautiful room, a deep red, and dark blue silk bed sheets, and matching drapes from her four bed posts. She could see a table set with chairs, near a fire place, and a short walk from there was a balcony. To her right there was a small night table, and vanity and dresser, as well as a desk. She slowly looked to her left, and saw yet another little night table, and a door.
'Must be the bathroom.' She took a deep breath, and on her exhale, she felt the pain of her wounds, and let out a small whimper, which was heard by Arwen, who was helping with her wounds. She came to her, pulled back the silk drape, and let out a sigh of relief when she saw Elizal's eyes open. A small smile crept onto her face.
"Morning sunshine." She said fixing the pillows, so she could sit up with ease. Elizal winced, from the pain, and Arwen came back with a cup.
"Drink this. It smell's fowl, and I must say, the taste is not any better, but it will ease the pain."
Elizal sniffed it and wrinkled her nose, as a shot of pain ran through her, and she rubbed her nose with a pout look on her face. At that time a laugh came from the main doorway, as she saw the elf she meet earlier approach. She looked confused, and than she quickly gulped down the mucky liquid that lie in the cup.
"Eck! What is this!?" Elizal, squealed, this only made him laugh harder. Arwen turned to her, and smiled as she sat on her bed.
"Something tells me, that telling you will only make it worse." She said with a slight giggle. Legolas could not contain his laughter, until he felt two pairs of gleaming eyes on him.
"What do you think you're laughing at?" Elizal said hoarsely, without loosing her tone. "Do not mind him, his princely arrogances makes him forget he too has been in this position as well!" Arwen said slightly smugly as she realized she may have said something wrong. Legolas's face was one of confusion, shock and dread. Which was slightly similar to Elizal's at the moment.
'Princely?? PRINCELY!?' Elizal's mind was screaming.
"How rude of me, I am Arwen of Rivendell, daughter of Elrond. That over there with the smug look on his face is Legolas Greenleaf, Prince and Heir of Mirkwood. And you are?"
Elizal just sat there completely and totally stunned. She tried to open her mouth but nothing came out.
"Her name is Elizal." Legolas said from across the room. Arwen's face looked in disbelief. 'This can not be true.is this possible? She looks like her.' Arwen thought to herself. Legolas saw Arwen's reaction and pulled her aside.
"Arwen? Are you ok? What's wrong?" Legolas asked realizing she had not taken her gaze of the weak she-elf. "Is she ok?" Legolas's face went pale.
Arwen ignored Legolas's question, and ran past him and out of the room.
'Did I say something?' Legolas asked himself as he went over to Elizal's bed. Her eyes were shut; she looked at rest, although the pain was imminent through her posture. Legolas sat by the side of the bed and ran the back of his hand along her cheek, thinking she was sleeping.
"Are you going to tell me why you never bothered to tell me who you were? Or is it a game you play for fun?" She said meekly, not losing the serious and hurt tone in her voice as she kept her eyelids shut.
"What do you mean a game? I see no game in it, nor any fun." Legolas said slightly hurt. "Not a game? So it is normal routine for you to be kind, warm, giving caring and funny to any girl. Perhaps you have yet to realize this your- - " Elizal sat up and had a coughing fit, she had a hoarse voice, much different from her sweet one in which Legolas had heard before.
"Your highness, but most girls look for those qualities in a mate. Giving them so freely to every girl you meet is not only misleading, but truly hurtful." She turned on her side, her back to him, and hugged her cloak with tears in her eyes.
"Eliz - -"Legolas said as he heard the door swing open and saw Lord Elrond with his father, and Arwen behind him.
"Arwen is everything alright?" Legolas asked with no avail.
"Legolas, my son, step aside. There are things that need to be addressed. We must wait over here. "His father reluctantly pulling his son away.
Legolas back away, his eyes never leaving the frail lump that was now straining to sit up.
"Elizal, do not strain yourself, I am here to commend you, and ask a question of you." Elrond said, sitting beside her. She nodded and let him continue as Arwen helped her become more comfortable.
"What you have done is a great courage and noble deed. We thank you for that. There are no words to show the appreciation of what you have done. But, I have come to ask you a more important question. This cloak, where did you get it?" He asked touching the somewhat tattered material on it.
Elizal's eyes went down to the cloak; she wrapped her hands in it for comfort. Her hair fell on her face as she lowered her head.
"It..it belonged to my mother, My Lord." She said meekly. "Who was your mother?" He said putting her hair behind her ears. She closed her eyes as to hold back tears, as she saw her. She saw her mother. It was a blur, but she knew it was her, for she knew no one with the same color hair as her. The surroundings around her changed, and her hair became lighter and dark as they did. She saw it was the passing of seasons. She had her mother's hair. Her mother reached out her hand as if to touch her cheek, and she opened her eyes.
"Mother." Elizal said meekly with tears running down her cheeks.
"What is it you said?" She heard a voice snapping her back to reality.
"I do not know, my lord. I was abandoned when I was young; I have few memories of her or anyone else in my family. All I can tell you is that my mother and I have, or had the same color hair," She said touching the stands that fell on her shoulder.
"And my father was tall, much like you. I am sorry, for that is all I know My Lord." She said no longer hiding the tears that fell down her cheeks. Arwen wiped away her tears away, then wiping the few that had formed in her eyes as well. She sat herself next to Elizal, and wrapped a comforting arm around her.
"Elizal, I know this is painful for you, but this will help. Do you see this little broach on the cloak?" Elizal looked up and nodded her head.
"Do you know what it represents?" He asked her getting more and more nervous. She shook her head. "No, sadly I do not, My Lord." "Please call me Elrond. It is the symbol of Rivendell, the land in which Arwen and I are from." She nodded her head slightly confused. "Is everything alright?" He asked. "Yes, but I do not understand the connection, M- Elrond." He smiled as she said his name so timidly. "Well, you see long ago, after my wife left, another woman came into my life, quite unexpectedly, and opened my heart again. We had a child, a beautiful daughter together. But those were dark times, and the city was raided while she was out with our child. She fled through the woods, and left the child where she thought she would be safe. She was captured, and tortured, by the time we had gone to her she was no more." By now Elrond had tears in his eyes as well.
"This woman who captured my heart was a dark haired beauty, exactly like you. Her name was Argress. You see, Arwen here, saw you, and recognized the cloak which Argress always wore, and told me. Elizal, you are my daughter." Elrond tears were now streaming down his face, as were Arwen's.
Elizal sat there in shock. She looked at the man who was her father, and then to her..her sister. Elizal wiped her tears and took a few sniffle like breathes as she wrinkled her little nose. Elrond laughed rather loudly at this. She looked at him rather confused.
"Your mother did the same this when she cried." He said with a smile, which made her smile as well.
"So, let me get this straight. My father is a king, my sister is a princess." She looked at her father.
"We are not from the same mother, so what does that make me?" She asked confused. He laughed again at her question, which filled her heart with joy.
"That does not factor in young one. You are my daughter, and a princess by blood." He said as he came closed and hugged her, as if he were never to let go. She rested her head on his shoulder and smiled. As they separated, she turned to Arwen, her long lost sister, and hugged her with all the might she had left, which surprised Arwen seeing as she was just injured so badly. She kissed her little sister's forehead and smiled at her.
Legolas had been ushered out of the room by his father mid-way through the conversation. He had his mind on what she had said earlier. She was right, she had every right to be mad, he had feelings for her, and he based them on a lie. He felt better as he decided that he would do anything to regain her trust, if that meant starting from the beginning. He sat with his back to the door, and listened, finally his wood elf listening skills were coming in handy.
"So let me get this straight, I am a princess!?" she said, making the two smile. "Princess Elizal." Arwen said. "That is going to take some getting used to." She said and made Arwen laugh. "Well, my daughter, there is much to do, I will have a messenger go to your house and receive your family, I want to meet the people who have raised my courageous spirited and youngest child. And the ball of course."
"Ok course?" Elizal repeated, as he laughed. "I must be off, Arwen will stay, and for I am sure you two have much to talk about. I will be back." He stood up and kissed her forehead. "Nothing and no one will keep me away." He said as he smiled and opened the door to leave. As he opened there was a rather loud thump. The noise startled the girls, and Arwen went to see if her father was alright.
'She is Arwen sister, Elrond's daughter! And a..a..princess?!?" he was thinking as he fell back.
"Legolas, dear friend, what are you doing sitting here?" He asked offering his hand to help him up, as Legolas rubbed his head.
"Thinking." He said as Elrond walked away. Elrond's smile grew as he heard the elf's reply.
'No doubt I know of whom.' He thought to himself.
Hello all! Well, I would like to thank the 5 ppl who keep me writing my story ;) I am sorry I have yet to blurb yet, I'm not used to the set up on here quite yet ;) I start school tomorrow, and since I am a junior, I will have more work. But I promise that I will update as often as possible! I love writing this story!! I wanted to let you all know the premises of my story.
The Ring of Power is no more. Arwen and Aragon *soon to be introduced* are not yet married..Elrond just found out about them.
Yea that's it for now.I think.oh! Question!! Does anyone know where I can find like an Elvish translator?? Thanks! ;)
The name changer.what do you mean by it's a Mary-Sue?
By the way, The Ivy Hobbit..you'll have to get through me.to get to him.and that AINT gonna happen!!!! ;)
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Legolas's wrapped his hands around Elizal's waist to make sure she didn't fall off, as he sped up the horse.
Elizal's eyes winced, as she saw the sun and shut them, she heard voices and she felt hot breath breathing down her neck that made her tremble. She felt the warmth of the vaguely familiar figure as he wrapped his arms around her waist. She took a long sigh, and slowly everything went dark again.
When she awoke she was in a beautiful room, a deep red, and dark blue silk bed sheets, and matching drapes from her four bed posts. She could see a table set with chairs, near a fire place, and a short walk from there was a balcony. To her right there was a small night table, and vanity and dresser, as well as a desk. She slowly looked to her left, and saw yet another little night table, and a door.
'Must be the bathroom.' She took a deep breath, and on her exhale, she felt the pain of her wounds, and let out a small whimper, which was heard by Arwen, who was helping with her wounds. She came to her, pulled back the silk drape, and let out a sigh of relief when she saw Elizal's eyes open. A small smile crept onto her face.
"Morning sunshine." She said fixing the pillows, so she could sit up with ease. Elizal winced, from the pain, and Arwen came back with a cup.
"Drink this. It smell's fowl, and I must say, the taste is not any better, but it will ease the pain."
Elizal sniffed it and wrinkled her nose, as a shot of pain ran through her, and she rubbed her nose with a pout look on her face. At that time a laugh came from the main doorway, as she saw the elf she meet earlier approach. She looked confused, and than she quickly gulped down the mucky liquid that lie in the cup.
"Eck! What is this!?" Elizal, squealed, this only made him laugh harder. Arwen turned to her, and smiled as she sat on her bed.
"Something tells me, that telling you will only make it worse." She said with a slight giggle. Legolas could not contain his laughter, until he felt two pairs of gleaming eyes on him.
"What do you think you're laughing at?" Elizal said hoarsely, without loosing her tone. "Do not mind him, his princely arrogances makes him forget he too has been in this position as well!" Arwen said slightly smugly as she realized she may have said something wrong. Legolas's face was one of confusion, shock and dread. Which was slightly similar to Elizal's at the moment.
'Princely?? PRINCELY!?' Elizal's mind was screaming.
"How rude of me, I am Arwen of Rivendell, daughter of Elrond. That over there with the smug look on his face is Legolas Greenleaf, Prince and Heir of Mirkwood. And you are?"
Elizal just sat there completely and totally stunned. She tried to open her mouth but nothing came out.
"Her name is Elizal." Legolas said from across the room. Arwen's face looked in disbelief. 'This can not be true.is this possible? She looks like her.' Arwen thought to herself. Legolas saw Arwen's reaction and pulled her aside.
"Arwen? Are you ok? What's wrong?" Legolas asked realizing she had not taken her gaze of the weak she-elf. "Is she ok?" Legolas's face went pale.
Arwen ignored Legolas's question, and ran past him and out of the room.
'Did I say something?' Legolas asked himself as he went over to Elizal's bed. Her eyes were shut; she looked at rest, although the pain was imminent through her posture. Legolas sat by the side of the bed and ran the back of his hand along her cheek, thinking she was sleeping.
"Are you going to tell me why you never bothered to tell me who you were? Or is it a game you play for fun?" She said meekly, not losing the serious and hurt tone in her voice as she kept her eyelids shut.
"What do you mean a game? I see no game in it, nor any fun." Legolas said slightly hurt. "Not a game? So it is normal routine for you to be kind, warm, giving caring and funny to any girl. Perhaps you have yet to realize this your- - " Elizal sat up and had a coughing fit, she had a hoarse voice, much different from her sweet one in which Legolas had heard before.
"Your highness, but most girls look for those qualities in a mate. Giving them so freely to every girl you meet is not only misleading, but truly hurtful." She turned on her side, her back to him, and hugged her cloak with tears in her eyes.
"Eliz - -"Legolas said as he heard the door swing open and saw Lord Elrond with his father, and Arwen behind him.
"Arwen is everything alright?" Legolas asked with no avail.
"Legolas, my son, step aside. There are things that need to be addressed. We must wait over here. "His father reluctantly pulling his son away.
Legolas back away, his eyes never leaving the frail lump that was now straining to sit up.
"Elizal, do not strain yourself, I am here to commend you, and ask a question of you." Elrond said, sitting beside her. She nodded and let him continue as Arwen helped her become more comfortable.
"What you have done is a great courage and noble deed. We thank you for that. There are no words to show the appreciation of what you have done. But, I have come to ask you a more important question. This cloak, where did you get it?" He asked touching the somewhat tattered material on it.
Elizal's eyes went down to the cloak; she wrapped her hands in it for comfort. Her hair fell on her face as she lowered her head.
"It..it belonged to my mother, My Lord." She said meekly. "Who was your mother?" He said putting her hair behind her ears. She closed her eyes as to hold back tears, as she saw her. She saw her mother. It was a blur, but she knew it was her, for she knew no one with the same color hair as her. The surroundings around her changed, and her hair became lighter and dark as they did. She saw it was the passing of seasons. She had her mother's hair. Her mother reached out her hand as if to touch her cheek, and she opened her eyes.
"Mother." Elizal said meekly with tears running down her cheeks.
"What is it you said?" She heard a voice snapping her back to reality.
"I do not know, my lord. I was abandoned when I was young; I have few memories of her or anyone else in my family. All I can tell you is that my mother and I have, or had the same color hair," She said touching the stands that fell on her shoulder.
"And my father was tall, much like you. I am sorry, for that is all I know My Lord." She said no longer hiding the tears that fell down her cheeks. Arwen wiped away her tears away, then wiping the few that had formed in her eyes as well. She sat herself next to Elizal, and wrapped a comforting arm around her.
"Elizal, I know this is painful for you, but this will help. Do you see this little broach on the cloak?" Elizal looked up and nodded her head.
"Do you know what it represents?" He asked her getting more and more nervous. She shook her head. "No, sadly I do not, My Lord." "Please call me Elrond. It is the symbol of Rivendell, the land in which Arwen and I are from." She nodded her head slightly confused. "Is everything alright?" He asked. "Yes, but I do not understand the connection, M- Elrond." He smiled as she said his name so timidly. "Well, you see long ago, after my wife left, another woman came into my life, quite unexpectedly, and opened my heart again. We had a child, a beautiful daughter together. But those were dark times, and the city was raided while she was out with our child. She fled through the woods, and left the child where she thought she would be safe. She was captured, and tortured, by the time we had gone to her she was no more." By now Elrond had tears in his eyes as well.
"This woman who captured my heart was a dark haired beauty, exactly like you. Her name was Argress. You see, Arwen here, saw you, and recognized the cloak which Argress always wore, and told me. Elizal, you are my daughter." Elrond tears were now streaming down his face, as were Arwen's.
Elizal sat there in shock. She looked at the man who was her father, and then to her..her sister. Elizal wiped her tears and took a few sniffle like breathes as she wrinkled her little nose. Elrond laughed rather loudly at this. She looked at him rather confused.
"Your mother did the same this when she cried." He said with a smile, which made her smile as well.
"So, let me get this straight. My father is a king, my sister is a princess." She looked at her father.
"We are not from the same mother, so what does that make me?" She asked confused. He laughed again at her question, which filled her heart with joy.
"That does not factor in young one. You are my daughter, and a princess by blood." He said as he came closed and hugged her, as if he were never to let go. She rested her head on his shoulder and smiled. As they separated, she turned to Arwen, her long lost sister, and hugged her with all the might she had left, which surprised Arwen seeing as she was just injured so badly. She kissed her little sister's forehead and smiled at her.
Legolas had been ushered out of the room by his father mid-way through the conversation. He had his mind on what she had said earlier. She was right, she had every right to be mad, he had feelings for her, and he based them on a lie. He felt better as he decided that he would do anything to regain her trust, if that meant starting from the beginning. He sat with his back to the door, and listened, finally his wood elf listening skills were coming in handy.
"So let me get this straight, I am a princess!?" she said, making the two smile. "Princess Elizal." Arwen said. "That is going to take some getting used to." She said and made Arwen laugh. "Well, my daughter, there is much to do, I will have a messenger go to your house and receive your family, I want to meet the people who have raised my courageous spirited and youngest child. And the ball of course."
"Ok course?" Elizal repeated, as he laughed. "I must be off, Arwen will stay, and for I am sure you two have much to talk about. I will be back." He stood up and kissed her forehead. "Nothing and no one will keep me away." He said as he smiled and opened the door to leave. As he opened there was a rather loud thump. The noise startled the girls, and Arwen went to see if her father was alright.
'She is Arwen sister, Elrond's daughter! And a..a..princess?!?" he was thinking as he fell back.
"Legolas, dear friend, what are you doing sitting here?" He asked offering his hand to help him up, as Legolas rubbed his head.
"Thinking." He said as Elrond walked away. Elrond's smile grew as he heard the elf's reply.
'No doubt I know of whom.' He thought to himself.