Chapter Nine: Prince Legolas (Oops!)
Disclaimer: You know the deal. I don't own anything except Aila and the plot. Basically, yeah.
A/N: Thank you, I mean seriously, for all the reviews, you guys are really awesome and I mean that! Okay, well, enjoy this next chappie and I'll hurry along! Please, keep reviewing too, it helps a lot! Woo!
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"I will call you Aila. I am the Prince Legolas Greenleaf of Mirkwood that you speak of. But you may call me Legolas." Aila closed her eyes in mock horror and laughed for a few seconds.
"I walked right into that one, didn't I?"
"Yes, you did. I was quite amused to find that someone didn't think I existed. Amazing, really. What else do you know of me and my past?"
"You have a friend named Silinde, right? I mean, he's your friend in the movie, but not in the book." Immediately, Aila put her foot in her mouth, and Legolas raised an eyebrow. He changed the subject however, finding Aila not willing to speak further on the current subject.
"What is it like in your world?"
"For one thing, we have technology. Have you ever seen a lightning bolt?" Legolas nodded and Aila continued. "Well, we harnessed the electricity in the lightning bolt and we use it to power things like telephones. We use telephones to communicate to each other over large expanses. And then we have movies, which is like watching something in real life, only its recorded onto a screen. We have computers and laptops. Stereos that play music without having to have someone sing it. I'll show it to you sometime, if you like." Legolas sat dumbstruck, listening to words and phrases and concepts that he didn't understand. He was intrigued, though, and had no notion what-so-ever that she was a witch. Aila looked pleased at his dumbfound face and giggled for a few seconds before a small person stood up in front of the elves and began chanting.
Earendil was a mariner
that tarried in Arvenien;
he built a boat of timber felled
in Nimbrethil to journey in;
her sails he wove of silver fair,
of silver were her lanterns made,
her prow was fashioned like a swan,
and light upon her banners laid.
Aila closed her eyes and her lips chanted along with Bilbo as he recited his chant. She had memorized it a few year ago and still remembered a little bit. A smile played across her lips as she realized how much of an LOTR geek she was. *Oh well, it was all for the best.* Legolas watched Aila as she chanted Bilbo's original song. Never had it been chanted in the world of Middle Earth, and yet there sat his newfound friend, chanting along with him, knowing every word.
*She really is amazing,* he thought.
And over Middle-earth he passed
and heard at last the weeping sore
of women and of elven-maids
in Elder Days, in years of yore.
But on him mighty doom was laid,
till Moon should fade, an orbed star
to pass, and tarry never more
on Hither Shores were mortals are;
for ever still a herald on
and errand that should never rest
to bear his shining lamp afar,
the Flammifer of Westernesse.
The chanting ceased and Aila's eyes flew back open, back from her daze she had during Bilbo's chant. From the corner of her eye, she saw Legolas watching her, his mouth slightly opened in surprise. She leaned back in her chair and rolled her head around, stretching the muscles in her neck, that had mysteriously tightened during the chanting. Aila watched as Bilbo joked with the elf that was obviously Lindir. After speaking with Frodo some more, the two hobbits retreated, leaving the slumbering Sam behind, as some elves sung a song to Elbereth.
"Lady Aila, if I may, I would teach you to dance so that you do not have to decline any other elf. Many are distraught that you do not dance with any."
"Would you?"
"I would be honored to teach you, Aila."
"And I would be honored if you would consent to teach me, Prince Legolas." The corners of Legolas' lips held a slight hint of a smile as he held out his arm. Feeling quite medieval, Aila placed her hand delicately on his forearm and followed as he led her into the throng of dancing elves.
Quickly, the two found where Aragorn and Arwen were dancing and Legolas instructed her in how to dance like an elf. Arwen was no help at all, as she laughed whenever Aila became disoriented and confused. Frustrated and sick of herself, Aila shook her fist in mock anger at Arwen, to lighten her mood and to make the two men laugh. The music and all noise stopped as Arwen threw back her head and laughed melodiously. It was rhythmic and beautiful, it seemed like everything stopped to take in her beauty.
"Don't you get sick of that, Arwen?"
"What do you mean, mellonim?"
"Well," said Aila, "it seemed that everything stops just to take in your beauty. Flattering: yes. But after a while, doesn't it disgust you? I know I'd get sick of it." Legolas concealed a smile behind Aila's back, amused at the fact that she didn't realize that almost every male-elf's gaze was resting upon her beauty as well as Arwen's, sizing them up.
"If you even noticed," Aragorn said under his breath, chuckling lightly as he noticed Legolas' gesture around them. Aila looked at him curiously, not having an elf's excellent hearing. Legolas and Arwen heard his comment, however, and began to laugh more still. The music continued and Aila, truly frustrated with her friends at this point, learned to dance with a new determination and quickly accomplished her query.
"Very good," cried Legolas as she kept up with his every move. He considered himself an excellent dancer and spent quite a bit of time at his favorite pastime. Aila smiled at her own ability to learn. It wasn't for nothing that she got a 1600 and was going to Yale, her tuition paid for her. Arwen smiled at her two good friends. Legolas had been her best friend since she was only 100 years old and Aila was like a sister to her now. She suggested trading partners, wanting to talk to her good friend. Aila smiled at her and asked if she was willing to leave her dearest Aragorn. Laughing still, the four switched partners and continued to dance for quite a while longer.
"Come," cried Arwen, "I tire of dancing, let us go to the gardens and talk." Everyone agreed with her and the four joked and jested all the way to the gardens that surrounded the Last Homely House. Mostly, they talked about Aila's world (Upper Earth, they decided to call it) but seeing that Aila was tiring of talking so much, Aragorn switched his attentions to ask Legolas of Mirkwood. Happy to relieve Aila of some talking, Legolas went into detail about all of his princedom and his subjects. Aila began to yawn because it was early morning where she came from, but still night in Rivendell. Legolas implied that he was boring her with his talk of Mirkwood but she insisted that she was simply tired and that she should probably go back to Upper Earth.
Disclaimer: You know the deal. I don't own anything except Aila and the plot. Basically, yeah.
A/N: Thank you, I mean seriously, for all the reviews, you guys are really awesome and I mean that! Okay, well, enjoy this next chappie and I'll hurry along! Please, keep reviewing too, it helps a lot! Woo!
…
"I will call you Aila. I am the Prince Legolas Greenleaf of Mirkwood that you speak of. But you may call me Legolas." Aila closed her eyes in mock horror and laughed for a few seconds.
"I walked right into that one, didn't I?"
"Yes, you did. I was quite amused to find that someone didn't think I existed. Amazing, really. What else do you know of me and my past?"
"You have a friend named Silinde, right? I mean, he's your friend in the movie, but not in the book." Immediately, Aila put her foot in her mouth, and Legolas raised an eyebrow. He changed the subject however, finding Aila not willing to speak further on the current subject.
"What is it like in your world?"
"For one thing, we have technology. Have you ever seen a lightning bolt?" Legolas nodded and Aila continued. "Well, we harnessed the electricity in the lightning bolt and we use it to power things like telephones. We use telephones to communicate to each other over large expanses. And then we have movies, which is like watching something in real life, only its recorded onto a screen. We have computers and laptops. Stereos that play music without having to have someone sing it. I'll show it to you sometime, if you like." Legolas sat dumbstruck, listening to words and phrases and concepts that he didn't understand. He was intrigued, though, and had no notion what-so-ever that she was a witch. Aila looked pleased at his dumbfound face and giggled for a few seconds before a small person stood up in front of the elves and began chanting.
Earendil was a mariner
that tarried in Arvenien;
he built a boat of timber felled
in Nimbrethil to journey in;
her sails he wove of silver fair,
of silver were her lanterns made,
her prow was fashioned like a swan,
and light upon her banners laid.
Aila closed her eyes and her lips chanted along with Bilbo as he recited his chant. She had memorized it a few year ago and still remembered a little bit. A smile played across her lips as she realized how much of an LOTR geek she was. *Oh well, it was all for the best.* Legolas watched Aila as she chanted Bilbo's original song. Never had it been chanted in the world of Middle Earth, and yet there sat his newfound friend, chanting along with him, knowing every word.
*She really is amazing,* he thought.
And over Middle-earth he passed
and heard at last the weeping sore
of women and of elven-maids
in Elder Days, in years of yore.
But on him mighty doom was laid,
till Moon should fade, an orbed star
to pass, and tarry never more
on Hither Shores were mortals are;
for ever still a herald on
and errand that should never rest
to bear his shining lamp afar,
the Flammifer of Westernesse.
The chanting ceased and Aila's eyes flew back open, back from her daze she had during Bilbo's chant. From the corner of her eye, she saw Legolas watching her, his mouth slightly opened in surprise. She leaned back in her chair and rolled her head around, stretching the muscles in her neck, that had mysteriously tightened during the chanting. Aila watched as Bilbo joked with the elf that was obviously Lindir. After speaking with Frodo some more, the two hobbits retreated, leaving the slumbering Sam behind, as some elves sung a song to Elbereth.
"Lady Aila, if I may, I would teach you to dance so that you do not have to decline any other elf. Many are distraught that you do not dance with any."
"Would you?"
"I would be honored to teach you, Aila."
"And I would be honored if you would consent to teach me, Prince Legolas." The corners of Legolas' lips held a slight hint of a smile as he held out his arm. Feeling quite medieval, Aila placed her hand delicately on his forearm and followed as he led her into the throng of dancing elves.
Quickly, the two found where Aragorn and Arwen were dancing and Legolas instructed her in how to dance like an elf. Arwen was no help at all, as she laughed whenever Aila became disoriented and confused. Frustrated and sick of herself, Aila shook her fist in mock anger at Arwen, to lighten her mood and to make the two men laugh. The music and all noise stopped as Arwen threw back her head and laughed melodiously. It was rhythmic and beautiful, it seemed like everything stopped to take in her beauty.
"Don't you get sick of that, Arwen?"
"What do you mean, mellonim?"
"Well," said Aila, "it seemed that everything stops just to take in your beauty. Flattering: yes. But after a while, doesn't it disgust you? I know I'd get sick of it." Legolas concealed a smile behind Aila's back, amused at the fact that she didn't realize that almost every male-elf's gaze was resting upon her beauty as well as Arwen's, sizing them up.
"If you even noticed," Aragorn said under his breath, chuckling lightly as he noticed Legolas' gesture around them. Aila looked at him curiously, not having an elf's excellent hearing. Legolas and Arwen heard his comment, however, and began to laugh more still. The music continued and Aila, truly frustrated with her friends at this point, learned to dance with a new determination and quickly accomplished her query.
"Very good," cried Legolas as she kept up with his every move. He considered himself an excellent dancer and spent quite a bit of time at his favorite pastime. Aila smiled at her own ability to learn. It wasn't for nothing that she got a 1600 and was going to Yale, her tuition paid for her. Arwen smiled at her two good friends. Legolas had been her best friend since she was only 100 years old and Aila was like a sister to her now. She suggested trading partners, wanting to talk to her good friend. Aila smiled at her and asked if she was willing to leave her dearest Aragorn. Laughing still, the four switched partners and continued to dance for quite a while longer.
"Come," cried Arwen, "I tire of dancing, let us go to the gardens and talk." Everyone agreed with her and the four joked and jested all the way to the gardens that surrounded the Last Homely House. Mostly, they talked about Aila's world (Upper Earth, they decided to call it) but seeing that Aila was tiring of talking so much, Aragorn switched his attentions to ask Legolas of Mirkwood. Happy to relieve Aila of some talking, Legolas went into detail about all of his princedom and his subjects. Aila began to yawn because it was early morning where she came from, but still night in Rivendell. Legolas implied that he was boring her with his talk of Mirkwood but she insisted that she was simply tired and that she should probably go back to Upper Earth.