AHHHH omg, I'm sooo sooo sooo sooo sooo sorry for making you guys wait so
long. I hope this makes up for it. . . actually I think this is kinda a
lull in the action but it gets better in the next chapter I swear!
Celairyn: I guess what you saw in Movie Faramir is true, but I still don't like how he went all psycho "the ring will go to Gondor". I think they should have put in the movie the whole bit where he swore he wouldn't take it and all that. Thanks for the review though. I was soooo happy when I saw I go another one. Thanx.
Red Demon: Yeah she's all dead and stuff. . . oops. lol. nah, your just going to have to read. And I'm sooooooooo sorry about the wait.
Doyle: Yay! Somebody's hooked on my writing. In that case I'll be sure (in other words try my best) to get out the next chapter as soon as possible. YAY. You get to learn about her royalty in later chapters . . . waaaaay later chapters.
uSako: You get to find out now where he's taking her. . . read the story! thanx for your review.
Mija: Remember, Orcs were once Elves and then they were tortured and mutated to become Orcs. That's why her brother can be an Orc.
Aragorn did not return until past dark seven days, needless to say the banquet scheduled for the night he had departed was cancelled in the absence of the king. He rode silently through the gates alone in the dead of night on his great white stallion as the guards welcomed him warmly. They did not ring the bell at his return on special request of Aragorn, to not wake the people was his excuse. Tomorrow he would make himself known. Legolas watched from the window of his room in the Citadel as the rider came through the gates. He was positive it was Aragorn but when the guards did not ring the bell at the arrival of their king caused him to second guess himself. He watched carefully until at last the rider pulled the hood of his cloak off and revealed his face. Legolas turned from the window and and rushed down to the stables where Anarvende waited. He mounted Honora's horse and galloped down to meet the lone rider. "Where is she, Aragorn? You promised she would not taste death." Legolas demanded when they met. "She was beyond my skill to heal. She has secrets, Legolas. Many secrets." Aragorn replied and continued to walk towards the Citadel. "Secrets? I care not of her secrets! I care of her health. Where is she Aragorn?" Legolas demanded once more. "She is sailing to the undying lands to be healed." Aragorn answered solemnly. "To the undying lands? So I am not to see her again until I too pass over the Sea?" Legolas asked in shock. "You sent her to the Elvenhome?" He cried. "She awoke, Legolas. She told me where to take her. She said she could not be healed here. She must have already planned it for the boat was already waiting for her. It would not have been long before she went on her own." Aragorn comforted. "She spoke no goodbyes before she departed?" Legolas asked angrily. "Calm yourself, Legolas. She spoke a goodbye to you but that you would meet again at a later time." Aragorn said gently. "I do believe you have captured a part of her heart, my friend. But her secrets are many and she fears companionship. You have entered but through the door, you still have much to explore within." "You speak as if she told you her fears." Legolas stated and looked him in the eye. "She was delusional, she spoke of many things. Her fears, her hopes, her family, her past. The Orc's blade was laden with poison, one I have never encountered before." Aragorn cried. "Believe me, Legolas, I did all I could. Do you believe I would go back on my word? That I did not try my hardest to help?" "No, Aragorn, but sometimes a persons hardest isn't enough." Legolas said mournfully as he turned Anarvende away from his previous path and galloped out past the gates. "Legolas!" Aragorn called but he paid him no heed. He galloped forlornly through the cities surrounding woods, paying no attention to his whereabouts. After an hour he paused at a change in the smell of the air. It was salty and did nothing to ease his mood for he realized now that he was riding in the direction of the Sea and the wind was carrying the smell very far inland. He sighed and turned Anarvende around in the other direction, he did not wish to be reminded of his recent loss. His father had, for centuries, tried to get him to find a suitable maiden to court, and for centuries he has always refused the maidens he had be introduced to. Although, he thought sadly, his father would not entirely accept Honora with approval to be wed to his only son. He sighed again as he contemplated what now could not be. She had passed away over the Sea and he would not see her again until his time was over in Middle-Earth and he too took the boats to the undying lands of the Elvenhome. "Selma melme voronwa i asar an lme omentie ata?" (Will love endure the time til we meet again?) He whispered into the darkness of the forest. "Lu selma tulin ata an me ana omentie, nan melme? Inye ista la." (A time will come again for us to meet, but of love? I know not.) Legolas heard in his mind. His hope soared. "Honora? Tulin at! Pel ho i Hopa!" (Come back! Return from the Haven!) Legolas cried in his mind but he heard no reply.
Nearly a month had passed and the people of Minas Tirith were getting anxious grand event which was to happen. There was a viscous tension in the air and many people were getting restless. Legolas, however, was not. He was depressed and blamed himself for Honora's departure. His mind filled with what-ifs every time he thought of the blonde haired Elven beauty. What if he had gone with her out of the gates to battle the Orc? What if he had continued to fire his arrows at the foul creature until whatever magic it possessed could no longer withstand? What if he had charged the Orc with his twin blades, dueling at hand to hand? He sighed disheartened and lay back on his bed once more. He has spent most of his time either in his room with his thoughts or in the forests beyond the gates. "Aye, Honora, you will never return. I will make arrangements to sail across the Sea in the Grey Ships once this event is over and I have returned to Mirkwood to consult with my father. I will not wait another thousand years to see you again, I would not be able to bear it." He sighed and settled into bed, half closing his eyes he settled into reverie, the Elven state of sleep. Legolas awoke with a start late that night but could not find what had awoken him. He looked cautiously around his room and slowly reached for the dagger beneath his pillow. It was a habit he had had since he was but an Elfling. "Legolas!" A voice called in his head. He sat silent in shock for many moments before finally replying. "Honora? How can you send me word? You are in the Havens!" He exclaimed within his mind. "I do not know, Legolas, but I must ask a favor. Free Anarvende from the stables. She's going half mad." Honora's voice spoke in his head. He got out of his bed and, not even bothering to change, walked, as if in a daze, to the stables. The city was silent until he neared the stables and could hear the shouts of men and the neighs of an angry horse. As he entered the building he saw Anarvende rearing up and kicking with her fore legs at the three men trying to calm her. "Sedho, hodo." (Be quiet, be still.) "Legolas called to the horse as he eased towards the distressed mare. The three stable attendants moved out of his way, recognizing him as the rider of the incredible horse. Anarvende shook her head angrily and gave one last neigh before calming herself and allowing herself to be handled. Legolas gently stroked the beasts neck speaks comforting words in Elvish to her. The horse gave an angry snort and stamped it hoof on the ground. "Alright, Anarvende. I'll let you free. May you find greener pastures." He whispered as he opened the door tot he stable. Anarvende gave him a gentle nudge against his cheek and galloped off towards the gate. "Are you mad? That's the most beautiful horse I've ever seen! And you let her go like some half starved stray!" One of the stable hands cried. "She was never mine to keep." Legolas said sadly. "Like her master."
The days past and Legolas finally pulled himself out of his depression enough to help out with the preparations. Aragorn had announced to him, seven days after Legolas had freed Anarvende from the stables, that he and Arwen were to wed upon the arrival of all that remained of the House of Elrond. A whole pavilion was needed to be built for the occasion and many other preparations were to be made as well. Guest to be invited, exotic foods to be ordered and shipped, decorations to be found and set, and on top of it all, Aragorn had to fit into his new role as King of Gondor. It was still many days before Midsummers Eve and things were going smooth enough. Legolas sighed as he sat down on the chair next to his window. He was restless though and the wind seemed to speak of a coming event, besides that of the wedding. He sighed and crawled into his bed, trying to shake the feeling but it was to no avail. Hours later he found himself wandering around the darkened city consumed with his thoughts. He looked up at the sound of hoofbeat's and found himself at the gate. "Who goes there? Who rides to the White City in the dead of night?" The sentry called. "It is Lady Honora, back again from the undying lands. You do not wish my wrath now for I have been riding straight for seven days without food or rest. If need be I will scale the walls again." An angry voice said from the other side. Legolas gaped in shock. "We remember you, my Lady, you are a servant of King Elessar and always welcome in our city. Enter." The sentry called and they opened the gates. Legolas watched as the woman he had though to be gone rode through the gates on her golden mare. Her face was pale and her hair a mess but other than that she looked no worse for wear. "Honora..." Legolas said in a voice scarcely more than a whisper. She looked to him and he watched as she tried to fight a smile. "Legolas, I thank you for answering my call. Without Anarvende, I might have been too late, but I am not and I am much relieved." She said stiffly as she wearily dismounted from Anarvende for the first time in a week. "So cold. Are you not pleased to see me?" He asked in a whisper at her side. "I have ridden many days without food or rest and I still must get to Lord Aragorn before I can finally sleep." She said, not answering his question, as she began leading Anarvende back towards the stables. Legolas grabbed her arm and looked down into her violet eyes. "You did not answer my question." He stated. "Nor am I bound to. I am a servant of Aragorn, not Legolas." She said coldly. Legolas glared and angrily pressed his lips against hers, harshly at first but then changing gentle with the mood to a soft passionate kiss. Her hands, which had been curled angrily into fists, slowly uncurled and splayed across his perfect chest. They separated slowly and he lovingly held her to him, kissing the crown of her head as her cheek rested against his shoulder. "Ava elye rucin man inye uin?" (Don't you feel what I do?) Legolas whispered. "I cannot. I am forbidden fruit, Legolas." She said as she pushed herself out of his arms. "You must not taste." "I have already, you cannot stop the inevitable. Fate has meant for us to be together, why else would it make me feel like this? Why would it send me to torment since you left?" Legolas cried. "I do not know, Legolas. I am forbidden to love and I dare not anyway." She whispered and turned once more from him. "Who has told you to reject me? Was it Aragorn?" Legolas demanded. "No, and speak naught of this to him." She answered and began to hurriedly lead Anarvende away. "Then who, Honora? Who forbid you?" Legolas asked, quickly catching up to her. "It is not your business, Legolas. What I do with my life is of my own choosing, not yours." She snapped and mounted Anarvende. "Honora, melda, can we not be together?" He asked sadly. "I am not your beloved, Legolas. And what would you do once you had me? I would just be one of the many maidens who wait upon you." She said spitefully. "Is that what you think of me? That I have dozens of maidens waiting upon me to do with as I please?" Legolas demanded angrily. "You forget, Legolas, I spent my first thousand years in company of Elvish royalty. I had two older brothers and an unloyal father. What would you have me think?" She asked. " Tana inye selma mel elye an oira. Eresse elye." (That I would love you for eternity. Only you.) Legolas whispered. She stared at him for a moment before turning Anarvende back towards the Citadel. "Vaquet." (Forbidden.) She whispered and galloped away.
TBC
Review if you like. I'm soooo sooo happy with all the reviews I've gotten. I feel happy! Haaaappyyy! (Monty Python Search for the Holy Grail)
Celairyn: I guess what you saw in Movie Faramir is true, but I still don't like how he went all psycho "the ring will go to Gondor". I think they should have put in the movie the whole bit where he swore he wouldn't take it and all that. Thanks for the review though. I was soooo happy when I saw I go another one. Thanx.
Red Demon: Yeah she's all dead and stuff. . . oops. lol. nah, your just going to have to read. And I'm sooooooooo sorry about the wait.
Doyle: Yay! Somebody's hooked on my writing. In that case I'll be sure (in other words try my best) to get out the next chapter as soon as possible. YAY. You get to learn about her royalty in later chapters . . . waaaaay later chapters.
uSako: You get to find out now where he's taking her. . . read the story! thanx for your review.
Mija: Remember, Orcs were once Elves and then they were tortured and mutated to become Orcs. That's why her brother can be an Orc.
Aragorn did not return until past dark seven days, needless to say the banquet scheduled for the night he had departed was cancelled in the absence of the king. He rode silently through the gates alone in the dead of night on his great white stallion as the guards welcomed him warmly. They did not ring the bell at his return on special request of Aragorn, to not wake the people was his excuse. Tomorrow he would make himself known. Legolas watched from the window of his room in the Citadel as the rider came through the gates. He was positive it was Aragorn but when the guards did not ring the bell at the arrival of their king caused him to second guess himself. He watched carefully until at last the rider pulled the hood of his cloak off and revealed his face. Legolas turned from the window and and rushed down to the stables where Anarvende waited. He mounted Honora's horse and galloped down to meet the lone rider. "Where is she, Aragorn? You promised she would not taste death." Legolas demanded when they met. "She was beyond my skill to heal. She has secrets, Legolas. Many secrets." Aragorn replied and continued to walk towards the Citadel. "Secrets? I care not of her secrets! I care of her health. Where is she Aragorn?" Legolas demanded once more. "She is sailing to the undying lands to be healed." Aragorn answered solemnly. "To the undying lands? So I am not to see her again until I too pass over the Sea?" Legolas asked in shock. "You sent her to the Elvenhome?" He cried. "She awoke, Legolas. She told me where to take her. She said she could not be healed here. She must have already planned it for the boat was already waiting for her. It would not have been long before she went on her own." Aragorn comforted. "She spoke no goodbyes before she departed?" Legolas asked angrily. "Calm yourself, Legolas. She spoke a goodbye to you but that you would meet again at a later time." Aragorn said gently. "I do believe you have captured a part of her heart, my friend. But her secrets are many and she fears companionship. You have entered but through the door, you still have much to explore within." "You speak as if she told you her fears." Legolas stated and looked him in the eye. "She was delusional, she spoke of many things. Her fears, her hopes, her family, her past. The Orc's blade was laden with poison, one I have never encountered before." Aragorn cried. "Believe me, Legolas, I did all I could. Do you believe I would go back on my word? That I did not try my hardest to help?" "No, Aragorn, but sometimes a persons hardest isn't enough." Legolas said mournfully as he turned Anarvende away from his previous path and galloped out past the gates. "Legolas!" Aragorn called but he paid him no heed. He galloped forlornly through the cities surrounding woods, paying no attention to his whereabouts. After an hour he paused at a change in the smell of the air. It was salty and did nothing to ease his mood for he realized now that he was riding in the direction of the Sea and the wind was carrying the smell very far inland. He sighed and turned Anarvende around in the other direction, he did not wish to be reminded of his recent loss. His father had, for centuries, tried to get him to find a suitable maiden to court, and for centuries he has always refused the maidens he had be introduced to. Although, he thought sadly, his father would not entirely accept Honora with approval to be wed to his only son. He sighed again as he contemplated what now could not be. She had passed away over the Sea and he would not see her again until his time was over in Middle-Earth and he too took the boats to the undying lands of the Elvenhome. "Selma melme voronwa i asar an lme omentie ata?" (Will love endure the time til we meet again?) He whispered into the darkness of the forest. "Lu selma tulin ata an me ana omentie, nan melme? Inye ista la." (A time will come again for us to meet, but of love? I know not.) Legolas heard in his mind. His hope soared. "Honora? Tulin at! Pel ho i Hopa!" (Come back! Return from the Haven!) Legolas cried in his mind but he heard no reply.
Nearly a month had passed and the people of Minas Tirith were getting anxious grand event which was to happen. There was a viscous tension in the air and many people were getting restless. Legolas, however, was not. He was depressed and blamed himself for Honora's departure. His mind filled with what-ifs every time he thought of the blonde haired Elven beauty. What if he had gone with her out of the gates to battle the Orc? What if he had continued to fire his arrows at the foul creature until whatever magic it possessed could no longer withstand? What if he had charged the Orc with his twin blades, dueling at hand to hand? He sighed disheartened and lay back on his bed once more. He has spent most of his time either in his room with his thoughts or in the forests beyond the gates. "Aye, Honora, you will never return. I will make arrangements to sail across the Sea in the Grey Ships once this event is over and I have returned to Mirkwood to consult with my father. I will not wait another thousand years to see you again, I would not be able to bear it." He sighed and settled into bed, half closing his eyes he settled into reverie, the Elven state of sleep. Legolas awoke with a start late that night but could not find what had awoken him. He looked cautiously around his room and slowly reached for the dagger beneath his pillow. It was a habit he had had since he was but an Elfling. "Legolas!" A voice called in his head. He sat silent in shock for many moments before finally replying. "Honora? How can you send me word? You are in the Havens!" He exclaimed within his mind. "I do not know, Legolas, but I must ask a favor. Free Anarvende from the stables. She's going half mad." Honora's voice spoke in his head. He got out of his bed and, not even bothering to change, walked, as if in a daze, to the stables. The city was silent until he neared the stables and could hear the shouts of men and the neighs of an angry horse. As he entered the building he saw Anarvende rearing up and kicking with her fore legs at the three men trying to calm her. "Sedho, hodo." (Be quiet, be still.) "Legolas called to the horse as he eased towards the distressed mare. The three stable attendants moved out of his way, recognizing him as the rider of the incredible horse. Anarvende shook her head angrily and gave one last neigh before calming herself and allowing herself to be handled. Legolas gently stroked the beasts neck speaks comforting words in Elvish to her. The horse gave an angry snort and stamped it hoof on the ground. "Alright, Anarvende. I'll let you free. May you find greener pastures." He whispered as he opened the door tot he stable. Anarvende gave him a gentle nudge against his cheek and galloped off towards the gate. "Are you mad? That's the most beautiful horse I've ever seen! And you let her go like some half starved stray!" One of the stable hands cried. "She was never mine to keep." Legolas said sadly. "Like her master."
The days past and Legolas finally pulled himself out of his depression enough to help out with the preparations. Aragorn had announced to him, seven days after Legolas had freed Anarvende from the stables, that he and Arwen were to wed upon the arrival of all that remained of the House of Elrond. A whole pavilion was needed to be built for the occasion and many other preparations were to be made as well. Guest to be invited, exotic foods to be ordered and shipped, decorations to be found and set, and on top of it all, Aragorn had to fit into his new role as King of Gondor. It was still many days before Midsummers Eve and things were going smooth enough. Legolas sighed as he sat down on the chair next to his window. He was restless though and the wind seemed to speak of a coming event, besides that of the wedding. He sighed and crawled into his bed, trying to shake the feeling but it was to no avail. Hours later he found himself wandering around the darkened city consumed with his thoughts. He looked up at the sound of hoofbeat's and found himself at the gate. "Who goes there? Who rides to the White City in the dead of night?" The sentry called. "It is Lady Honora, back again from the undying lands. You do not wish my wrath now for I have been riding straight for seven days without food or rest. If need be I will scale the walls again." An angry voice said from the other side. Legolas gaped in shock. "We remember you, my Lady, you are a servant of King Elessar and always welcome in our city. Enter." The sentry called and they opened the gates. Legolas watched as the woman he had though to be gone rode through the gates on her golden mare. Her face was pale and her hair a mess but other than that she looked no worse for wear. "Honora..." Legolas said in a voice scarcely more than a whisper. She looked to him and he watched as she tried to fight a smile. "Legolas, I thank you for answering my call. Without Anarvende, I might have been too late, but I am not and I am much relieved." She said stiffly as she wearily dismounted from Anarvende for the first time in a week. "So cold. Are you not pleased to see me?" He asked in a whisper at her side. "I have ridden many days without food or rest and I still must get to Lord Aragorn before I can finally sleep." She said, not answering his question, as she began leading Anarvende back towards the stables. Legolas grabbed her arm and looked down into her violet eyes. "You did not answer my question." He stated. "Nor am I bound to. I am a servant of Aragorn, not Legolas." She said coldly. Legolas glared and angrily pressed his lips against hers, harshly at first but then changing gentle with the mood to a soft passionate kiss. Her hands, which had been curled angrily into fists, slowly uncurled and splayed across his perfect chest. They separated slowly and he lovingly held her to him, kissing the crown of her head as her cheek rested against his shoulder. "Ava elye rucin man inye uin?" (Don't you feel what I do?) Legolas whispered. "I cannot. I am forbidden fruit, Legolas." She said as she pushed herself out of his arms. "You must not taste." "I have already, you cannot stop the inevitable. Fate has meant for us to be together, why else would it make me feel like this? Why would it send me to torment since you left?" Legolas cried. "I do not know, Legolas. I am forbidden to love and I dare not anyway." She whispered and turned once more from him. "Who has told you to reject me? Was it Aragorn?" Legolas demanded. "No, and speak naught of this to him." She answered and began to hurriedly lead Anarvende away. "Then who, Honora? Who forbid you?" Legolas asked, quickly catching up to her. "It is not your business, Legolas. What I do with my life is of my own choosing, not yours." She snapped and mounted Anarvende. "Honora, melda, can we not be together?" He asked sadly. "I am not your beloved, Legolas. And what would you do once you had me? I would just be one of the many maidens who wait upon you." She said spitefully. "Is that what you think of me? That I have dozens of maidens waiting upon me to do with as I please?" Legolas demanded angrily. "You forget, Legolas, I spent my first thousand years in company of Elvish royalty. I had two older brothers and an unloyal father. What would you have me think?" She asked. " Tana inye selma mel elye an oira. Eresse elye." (That I would love you for eternity. Only you.) Legolas whispered. She stared at him for a moment before turning Anarvende back towards the Citadel. "Vaquet." (Forbidden.) She whispered and galloped away.
TBC
Review if you like. I'm soooo sooo happy with all the reviews I've gotten. I feel happy! Haaaappyyy! (Monty Python Search for the Holy Grail)