AN: HA HA HA HA HA! OOPS! I am so so so so sorry for not updating but . . .
lol, I forgot that I hadn't finished updating this story until the other
day when someone told me to get my ass in gear. lol. SO sorry.
To all my reviewers, I love you to pieces and I hope you haven't lost interest in this story. And also, to any of you who have been reading my other story, Estelara the Morning Hope, I FINALLY got over my writers block with that and an update should be on the way.
Sorry again. Please read and enjoy. There's only one more chapter after this one and then the story's done so please don't give up on Mel Nye Oira now!
Honora stood nervously behind a closed door leading to the courtyard pavilion where the wedding would take place. In her hand was the other crown of Valinor. She placed it quickly into Eowyn's hands and smoothed out her gown.
"Stop fidgeting, Honora. You look great." Eowyn whispered. She was to be the maid of honor and to stand at Honora's side through the ceremony. She too was in a dress of silver, though nowhere near as brilliant as Honora's.
"Will you carry the crown?" Honora asked quickly.
"Yes, I'll carry the crown." Eowyn assured her. Honora nodded, a small flower girl came up to her side and tugged gently on her dress.
"The man in the back said I was supposed to tell you it's time to go now." She said innocently.
"Well then, I suppose you should get the rest of the flower girls ready to go drop those flower petals." Honora said softly.
The little girl nodded and a few moments later came back with three more girls. The doors were thrown open and gentle music began to play. The flower girls smiled and walked forward into the view of all that where assembled, tossing red rose petals this way and that.
Honora looked up to see Legolas, at Gimli's side, walking towards the alter. She stared at him in awe, He wore a shirt of the same glistening fabric as her gown, but under an Elven coat of armor so only the sleeves could be seen. The mithrel shone brightly in the sun that shone down on the pavilion. This hair was all straight except for two braids leading away from his face to be tied at the back of his head.
" Are you going Honora? Or are you going to stand in the shadows all day?" Eowyn prodded her from her left side. She nodded and together they began walking slowly towards the altar which Legolas had already met.
Legolas stared in surprise at Honora as she stepped through the gate into the view of the people. There was an audible gasp from the assembled guests when she stepped into the light, that those weren't just from strangers alone. He too gasped, for never before had he seen her so grand. She proudly bore herself towards the altar, Eowyn following slightly behind so as not to block the view of the soon-to-be Princess of Mirkwood.
He smiled at her as she reached the altar and gently took her hand, drawing it to his lips in a hopes to calm her nerves, which he could see now that she was closer, were clearly about to waver.
"You look beautiful." He whispered into her ear, then they turned together to face his father.
Thranduil smiled happily at the couple before him, indeed, he did love his sons choice, and not for the apparent reason why everyone else had dared the danger of Mirkwood to witness this event. She was both sweet and humble, despite her astonishing heritage. He could not find any reason for anybody not to like her.
"Honora, Holy Daughter of Iluvatar, today is the day you will be welcomed into the Greenleaf family. Despite the simplicity and danger of Mirkwood, you have still chosen my son with which to wed. It gladdens my heart to see you, in all your glory, standing before me at this moment." Thranduil said loudly so all could hear, and indeed this was a mixed crown behind them. With Elves, Men, Dwarves, Hobbits, Wolves, Eagles, and Ents all in assembly, and still flying far overhead was Uruloke. Anarvende stood proudly at the back of the gathered, her golden mane shining as if by a light of it's own.
Thranduil turned to a trusted advisor that stood behind him and picked up a ring of jade and emerald. The gem glittered in the sunlight as he stepped towards Honora, ready to place the ring upon her left hand.
"I object!" Cried a voice from the guests. They looked to find Holraldir standing angrily from his seat. "That is no Daughter of Iluvatar, she is my own! I do not consent to this marriage." There were gasps and murmurings all throughout the crowd.
Suddenly Tzarinita leapt from his spot to stand before the King of Firien Wood. "You would discredit her now, Holraldir? You would dare to draw attention to yourself in a crowd of the greatest of Middle-Earth, after you sent your son to kill her?" There were gasps throughout the crowd. "I am Tzarinita, Lord of the Wolves, I was chosen by Iluvatar himself to watch over and protect his daughter from the troubles of Middle- Earth when she could not on her own." He said in a loud enough voice for all to hear.
"I too was chosen for this task." Said Lokrantara from up in one of the trees above.
Honora turned to her second family. "This is true. You were invited this day to finally witness the truth behind my two older brothers and I."
"Sit down, King Holraldir." Tzarinita growled. The king angrily sat down, now thoroughly humiliated before all the most powerful people of Middle-Earth.
Legolas turned Honora back to face his father, a silent exchange passing between them. Then Thranduil finally finally placed the ring on her finger. "Welcome, Honora, to the Greenleaf family. This is the ring of Greenwood the Great, it was created by my forefather when he first settled in this realm and has been passed down through the generations of our family since."
Honora nodded graciously then turned back to Legolas. "I too have a gift for Mirkwood." She said loudly and gestured to Eowyn. Eowyn stepped forward and handed her the crown which was wrapped back in the silk cloth it had come in. Honora carefully unwrapped it and held it up for all to see.
"This is the second heirs crown of Valinor, I wear the other upon my brow now. Prince Legolas or Mirkwood will wear the other." She said loudly to the assembled then gently placed the crown upon her husbands head.
The world flashed white all around him as the silver leaves touched his brow. Iluvatar and Melwa stood before him, their own crowns the same as the ones Honora and Legolas wore but in gold. They were both smiling joyfully.
"I'm entrusting to you now, not only my daughter, but also my kingdom. For a time will soon come when I will wish to walk the lands below once more. You,Legolas Greenleaf, you are the heir of Valinor."
Then the world faded back to the greens and greys of the forest of Mirkwood and he was once more looking down into the beautiful violet orbs of his wife. He smiled and lifted her hand, kissing it gently.
The celebrations were going quite well later that evening. The wine and ale still flowed freely from their taps and there was much laughter. No skirmishes had broken out and Honora gave that credit due to the fact that Holraldir was not present at the occasion.
Legolas stood proudly a few feet away speaking with a few of the Rivendell Elves as Honora looked across the crowd. Suddenly an insistent ringing of a piece of cutlery against one of the wine glasses was heard across the room. Aragorn stepped forward with a look of mischief in his eyes.
"Ho, there Legolas! We have yet to see you kiss your bride! Come now, prove your love!" He called, obviously having at least one too many of the potent ales.
Legolas laughed heartily and walked to Honora's side, then scooping her into his arms he looked happily down into her eyes. "You don't mind, do you?" He asked quietly. She shook her head and brought her lips to his, kissing him passionately. They stayed like that for some moment, despite the loud cheers and jests of the crowd around them.
When they finally separated, having decided by speaking in their mind during the kiss, they turned hand in and to the crowd before them and bowed. The crowd laughed drunkenly and went back to their previous conversations.
Honora smiled and looked out upon the crowd, her eyes falling on an Elf leaning against the wall at the back of the room staring at her. She nodded to him and began in his direction, Legolas walking by her side.
She was quickly pulled off course a strong hand grabbing her upper arm and dragging her off her path. She turned and saw Cundu standing before her. She felt Legolas come to stand behind her, an arm going protectively around her.
"My Lady," Cundu began, warily eying Legolas. "I must apologize for my actions in Firien Wood. And my words." He added quickly, remembering the awful things he had said to her.
"You are forgiven, Prince Cundu of Firien Wood. I know what words came to pass between you and your father. I would have done the same should the events been turned upon me." She said softly. "She is safe."
"I'm afraid for not much longer, Father was furious when he saw you come through those gates." Cundu said sadly.
"She has my blessing. He will not harm her." Honora replied, putting a hand comfortingly on his shoulder as they spoke of his love. "I promise you that, My Brother."
Legolas escorted her away from the Prince of Firien Wood, having been told the treachery of him. Honora continued on her course towards the Elf standing alone near the back of the room. Only being drawn aside three more times, they finally stood before the Elf.
"You have a question burning in your mind, Haldir of Lorien." She said quietly. Haldir averted his gaze from her and stood up, his hands held stiffly at his sides. "Look at me, Haldir, and ask your question."
Haldir slowly lifted his head and looked into her eyes. "Why? Why did you bring me back after Helms Deep?" He asked shakily.
Honora smiled, "You, Haldir, are my champion. I chose you, even before I decided to walk upon this world. Your fate is always in my mind, it would not be at Helms Deep."
"What do you mean by champion?" He asked, confused.
"Blessed. We each chose a being from these lands to bless with our constant presence. My father chose Eomer King of Rohan. My mother chose, which I did not know until recently, Legolas. My brother Kirok chose Sauron, much to my disliking. My brother Ulor, before he passed, chose King Elessar." Honora explained.
"Are there no chosen Dwarves then?" Asked Gimli, overhearing their conversation.
"Ah, and here comes the sixth chosen now." She said.
"What? Me?" The Dwarve asked in shock.
"My third brother, who forsook the thrown of Valinor for the wealth and position of King under the Mountain. Durin VII . . . ah, here he is now." She said and turned to greet the old Dwarve. "Brother, much time has passed since we last spoke."
"Aye, Honora, much too long of a time. I had been afraid that you too had passed away along with Ulor and Kirok." Balin said happily, a pint of ale in his right hand. "Revealing the secrets of Valinor, I see. How well did father take it when you too forsook Valinor?"
Honora laughed. "I did not forsake the White Halls. When our time comes we will travel to Valinor and then Legolas will gain rule."
AN: Only one more chapter. Make sure you review and remind me to update it. lol.
To all my reviewers, I love you to pieces and I hope you haven't lost interest in this story. And also, to any of you who have been reading my other story, Estelara the Morning Hope, I FINALLY got over my writers block with that and an update should be on the way.
Sorry again. Please read and enjoy. There's only one more chapter after this one and then the story's done so please don't give up on Mel Nye Oira now!
Honora stood nervously behind a closed door leading to the courtyard pavilion where the wedding would take place. In her hand was the other crown of Valinor. She placed it quickly into Eowyn's hands and smoothed out her gown.
"Stop fidgeting, Honora. You look great." Eowyn whispered. She was to be the maid of honor and to stand at Honora's side through the ceremony. She too was in a dress of silver, though nowhere near as brilliant as Honora's.
"Will you carry the crown?" Honora asked quickly.
"Yes, I'll carry the crown." Eowyn assured her. Honora nodded, a small flower girl came up to her side and tugged gently on her dress.
"The man in the back said I was supposed to tell you it's time to go now." She said innocently.
"Well then, I suppose you should get the rest of the flower girls ready to go drop those flower petals." Honora said softly.
The little girl nodded and a few moments later came back with three more girls. The doors were thrown open and gentle music began to play. The flower girls smiled and walked forward into the view of all that where assembled, tossing red rose petals this way and that.
Honora looked up to see Legolas, at Gimli's side, walking towards the alter. She stared at him in awe, He wore a shirt of the same glistening fabric as her gown, but under an Elven coat of armor so only the sleeves could be seen. The mithrel shone brightly in the sun that shone down on the pavilion. This hair was all straight except for two braids leading away from his face to be tied at the back of his head.
" Are you going Honora? Or are you going to stand in the shadows all day?" Eowyn prodded her from her left side. She nodded and together they began walking slowly towards the altar which Legolas had already met.
Legolas stared in surprise at Honora as she stepped through the gate into the view of the people. There was an audible gasp from the assembled guests when she stepped into the light, that those weren't just from strangers alone. He too gasped, for never before had he seen her so grand. She proudly bore herself towards the altar, Eowyn following slightly behind so as not to block the view of the soon-to-be Princess of Mirkwood.
He smiled at her as she reached the altar and gently took her hand, drawing it to his lips in a hopes to calm her nerves, which he could see now that she was closer, were clearly about to waver.
"You look beautiful." He whispered into her ear, then they turned together to face his father.
Thranduil smiled happily at the couple before him, indeed, he did love his sons choice, and not for the apparent reason why everyone else had dared the danger of Mirkwood to witness this event. She was both sweet and humble, despite her astonishing heritage. He could not find any reason for anybody not to like her.
"Honora, Holy Daughter of Iluvatar, today is the day you will be welcomed into the Greenleaf family. Despite the simplicity and danger of Mirkwood, you have still chosen my son with which to wed. It gladdens my heart to see you, in all your glory, standing before me at this moment." Thranduil said loudly so all could hear, and indeed this was a mixed crown behind them. With Elves, Men, Dwarves, Hobbits, Wolves, Eagles, and Ents all in assembly, and still flying far overhead was Uruloke. Anarvende stood proudly at the back of the gathered, her golden mane shining as if by a light of it's own.
Thranduil turned to a trusted advisor that stood behind him and picked up a ring of jade and emerald. The gem glittered in the sunlight as he stepped towards Honora, ready to place the ring upon her left hand.
"I object!" Cried a voice from the guests. They looked to find Holraldir standing angrily from his seat. "That is no Daughter of Iluvatar, she is my own! I do not consent to this marriage." There were gasps and murmurings all throughout the crowd.
Suddenly Tzarinita leapt from his spot to stand before the King of Firien Wood. "You would discredit her now, Holraldir? You would dare to draw attention to yourself in a crowd of the greatest of Middle-Earth, after you sent your son to kill her?" There were gasps throughout the crowd. "I am Tzarinita, Lord of the Wolves, I was chosen by Iluvatar himself to watch over and protect his daughter from the troubles of Middle- Earth when she could not on her own." He said in a loud enough voice for all to hear.
"I too was chosen for this task." Said Lokrantara from up in one of the trees above.
Honora turned to her second family. "This is true. You were invited this day to finally witness the truth behind my two older brothers and I."
"Sit down, King Holraldir." Tzarinita growled. The king angrily sat down, now thoroughly humiliated before all the most powerful people of Middle-Earth.
Legolas turned Honora back to face his father, a silent exchange passing between them. Then Thranduil finally finally placed the ring on her finger. "Welcome, Honora, to the Greenleaf family. This is the ring of Greenwood the Great, it was created by my forefather when he first settled in this realm and has been passed down through the generations of our family since."
Honora nodded graciously then turned back to Legolas. "I too have a gift for Mirkwood." She said loudly and gestured to Eowyn. Eowyn stepped forward and handed her the crown which was wrapped back in the silk cloth it had come in. Honora carefully unwrapped it and held it up for all to see.
"This is the second heirs crown of Valinor, I wear the other upon my brow now. Prince Legolas or Mirkwood will wear the other." She said loudly to the assembled then gently placed the crown upon her husbands head.
The world flashed white all around him as the silver leaves touched his brow. Iluvatar and Melwa stood before him, their own crowns the same as the ones Honora and Legolas wore but in gold. They were both smiling joyfully.
"I'm entrusting to you now, not only my daughter, but also my kingdom. For a time will soon come when I will wish to walk the lands below once more. You,Legolas Greenleaf, you are the heir of Valinor."
Then the world faded back to the greens and greys of the forest of Mirkwood and he was once more looking down into the beautiful violet orbs of his wife. He smiled and lifted her hand, kissing it gently.
The celebrations were going quite well later that evening. The wine and ale still flowed freely from their taps and there was much laughter. No skirmishes had broken out and Honora gave that credit due to the fact that Holraldir was not present at the occasion.
Legolas stood proudly a few feet away speaking with a few of the Rivendell Elves as Honora looked across the crowd. Suddenly an insistent ringing of a piece of cutlery against one of the wine glasses was heard across the room. Aragorn stepped forward with a look of mischief in his eyes.
"Ho, there Legolas! We have yet to see you kiss your bride! Come now, prove your love!" He called, obviously having at least one too many of the potent ales.
Legolas laughed heartily and walked to Honora's side, then scooping her into his arms he looked happily down into her eyes. "You don't mind, do you?" He asked quietly. She shook her head and brought her lips to his, kissing him passionately. They stayed like that for some moment, despite the loud cheers and jests of the crowd around them.
When they finally separated, having decided by speaking in their mind during the kiss, they turned hand in and to the crowd before them and bowed. The crowd laughed drunkenly and went back to their previous conversations.
Honora smiled and looked out upon the crowd, her eyes falling on an Elf leaning against the wall at the back of the room staring at her. She nodded to him and began in his direction, Legolas walking by her side.
She was quickly pulled off course a strong hand grabbing her upper arm and dragging her off her path. She turned and saw Cundu standing before her. She felt Legolas come to stand behind her, an arm going protectively around her.
"My Lady," Cundu began, warily eying Legolas. "I must apologize for my actions in Firien Wood. And my words." He added quickly, remembering the awful things he had said to her.
"You are forgiven, Prince Cundu of Firien Wood. I know what words came to pass between you and your father. I would have done the same should the events been turned upon me." She said softly. "She is safe."
"I'm afraid for not much longer, Father was furious when he saw you come through those gates." Cundu said sadly.
"She has my blessing. He will not harm her." Honora replied, putting a hand comfortingly on his shoulder as they spoke of his love. "I promise you that, My Brother."
Legolas escorted her away from the Prince of Firien Wood, having been told the treachery of him. Honora continued on her course towards the Elf standing alone near the back of the room. Only being drawn aside three more times, they finally stood before the Elf.
"You have a question burning in your mind, Haldir of Lorien." She said quietly. Haldir averted his gaze from her and stood up, his hands held stiffly at his sides. "Look at me, Haldir, and ask your question."
Haldir slowly lifted his head and looked into her eyes. "Why? Why did you bring me back after Helms Deep?" He asked shakily.
Honora smiled, "You, Haldir, are my champion. I chose you, even before I decided to walk upon this world. Your fate is always in my mind, it would not be at Helms Deep."
"What do you mean by champion?" He asked, confused.
"Blessed. We each chose a being from these lands to bless with our constant presence. My father chose Eomer King of Rohan. My mother chose, which I did not know until recently, Legolas. My brother Kirok chose Sauron, much to my disliking. My brother Ulor, before he passed, chose King Elessar." Honora explained.
"Are there no chosen Dwarves then?" Asked Gimli, overhearing their conversation.
"Ah, and here comes the sixth chosen now." She said.
"What? Me?" The Dwarve asked in shock.
"My third brother, who forsook the thrown of Valinor for the wealth and position of King under the Mountain. Durin VII . . . ah, here he is now." She said and turned to greet the old Dwarve. "Brother, much time has passed since we last spoke."
"Aye, Honora, much too long of a time. I had been afraid that you too had passed away along with Ulor and Kirok." Balin said happily, a pint of ale in his right hand. "Revealing the secrets of Valinor, I see. How well did father take it when you too forsook Valinor?"
Honora laughed. "I did not forsake the White Halls. When our time comes we will travel to Valinor and then Legolas will gain rule."
AN: Only one more chapter. Make sure you review and remind me to update it. lol.