Chapter 13: The great wood

Philomel's p.o.v.

I can't believe I just said it. I can't believe he just said it! I was on cloud 9. I looked into his deep blue eyes and he stared back. All this time wanting to know him, and it had come and passed so very quickly, to the stage now, where we had confessed feelings for each other. I could not wait to tell Blythe, and Ilana. I still had to apologise to her.

Beau left my tent late that night. I was still swooning. No, I had not kissed him yet, but maybe, soon… We talked late into the hours of the evening. It was too late to talk to Ilana, and if I did now, she would not forgive me for waking her at this hour. I would have to sleep it off. Maybe then I would have stopped bouncing around.

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Morning came quickly, maybe that was because I was so anxious, I don't know. I didn't really care. I looked out to the rising sun. Something was wrong! The sky was purple! Oh great, now something bad was going to happen. I had best tell Gandalf. I ran around camp looking for the aged wizard, but he could not be found. I instead ran into Lord Elrond.

"Sorry milord, I was looking for Gandalf, have you by chance seen him?" I asked hastily.

"Calm down Philomel, he is not here with us, I have sent him on an errand. Now what do you wish to speak with him about, maybe I can help?" Elrond asked with a kind smile on his face.

"Well milord, have you not seen the sunrise? It was purple! A purple sunrise! Do you not think that odd? Is it evil at work?" I asked, my eyes searching the campground for a sign of danger.

"Evil? No it is not evil, now please, do not fret, it is a good omen. Worry not of such tidings and go back to bed." He replied, turning on his heel and silently walking off. That dude was weird, and I'm talking freaky deaky weird. I decided to lay my fears to rest for the moment and find Ilana, to clear up the mess I had caused, and that she provoked.

I found her tent and knocked on the ground. That was our signal that the other wanted to talk to each other. Yes quite unconventional I know, but that was us for you. "Ilana? Can I please talk with you?" I asked quietly.

"What do you want?" replied a grumpy voice from inside. It sounded as though she had been awake for some time.

"I want to apologise. I'm sorry I yelled at you. I should have to the truth. I do like Beau. I even spoke with him last nigh and…" I started. Ilana's head popped out of the tent and interrupted me.

"You do? You did? What did he say?" she asked excitedly.

"He said that he…likes me too!" I practically yelled, getting glares from most of the elves just waking up.

"oh my gosh!" yelped Ilana, grabbing me in a hug and dancing around. I followed suit happily.

"So does that mean that you forgive me?" I asked cautiously.

"Well duh!" she said, "and I'm sorry too."

"Forgiven!" I yelled and we danced together in a circle again, receiving snide elvish remarks. It was good to have my friend back!

Gandalf's p.o.v    2 days after Elrond gave Gandalf his mission.

I had raced as fast as I could to the sea. There awaited a large boat and a crew of 30 sea worthy elves, curtesy of the Ear'quessir or the elves of the sea and Lord Elrond. I greeted the captain of the ship, Belenús, an old friend. "Ah! I see all is set, now we must make haste. I have contacted her and they will meet us at the dock. The other two will be arriving the same day as us whence we return."

"Good, men, take your stations!" Belenús ordered as boarded the ship and set sail. 

Legolas' p.o.v.

Today we would arrive home. Home! It seemed almost foreign to me. I had been away for so long now. I wanted our arrival to be perfect. I wanted Blythe to love it here.

I packed up everything I had out from last night and packed them onto my horse then I lightly roused Blythe from her sleep. "Awaken sleeping beauty." I said, kissing her forehead.

"If I can wake up to see your face, any day my love." She said softly. I smiled. I was the happiest elf alive. Next week I would be marrying the love of my life! I never thought I would settle down. Neither did my father or brother, or anyone in fact. But I proved all wrong, and I have Blythe to thank for that.

"Come my love, let us pack you up. If we leave now we shall meet Eryn Lasgalen by this afternoon!" I said, packing up her belongings. She rose and helped, urging me to leave it and fix myself some breakfast. I took no heed and in no time everyone in the camp was ready to go.

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No body could wipe the smile off my face all day. My brother found it hilarious and made fun of me. "Don't listen to him. He is just jealous." Blythe said, laughing lightly.

"Oh, milady the only thing I have to be jealous of is your lovely hand. For all else I am happy in my life and have all I could ask for." Silmanas replied smirking, waving his sword in the air.

"Indeed brother? Is that true?" I teased.

"Yes of course. Why wouldn't it be? Would I ever lie to you?"

"Well…not about anything of that sort, but otherwise…yes" I added chuckling.

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As promised, we reached mirkwood that afternoon. I could not wait to show Blythe around. My heart sang louder with every footstep we took towards the city. As we reached the main gate, two horns sung, alerting all of our arrival. Father entered first. Followed by Silmanas, the lord and lady of Lorién, Elrond, Blythe and myself, Aragorn, Gimli, Arwen and Eldarion, Vala, Linnende, the sons of Elrond, Elanor, Ilana, Philomel and Beau. Other elves and men that rode with us followed.

The elves of mirkwood lined the streets, throwing flowers as a sign of happiness and respect.

As we approached the castle entrance, Frodo, Merry, Pippin, Éomer, Eowyn, Faramir and their families waited for us at the steps as well as some of my old friends. I dismounted from my horse and greeted my old friends. "Taranis! Aeneas! How have you been?" I asked.

"Well of course my old friend. Congratulation is also in need. I never would have thought you to marry." Replied Aeneas.

"Nor would I have my friend, but here, meet my beautiful bride to be. Blythe! Please come over here!" I yelled so that she could here me. She had been speaking with Linnende, when she excused herself and made her way over.

"Yes my love." She said, taking my hand.

"Ravennë," I started, receiving smirks from my elvan friends, "this is Aeaneas, son of Aeson March warden of Eryn Lasgalen and Taranis son of Tecindo, sword smith."

"Saesá omentién lle arwenamin." Taranis said, bowing.

"Elen sila lumenn omentilmo." Aeseas added competing with Taranis for the lady's fondness. I dare say it was working, much to my dismay.

"Diola lle. Ta naa seasamin." She replied curtiously smiling, trying not to damage their egos.  

"Well, come now my love, I wish to show you around our home." I said, taking her attention from my friends.

"very well." She said. "Tenná ento lye omenta." Then I led her away. As we walked into the palace her eyes lit up like the stars in the sky at the wonders of the halls. Though the palace was indeed a cave, it was well lit and had pictures over the walls of stories of my household. The ceiling was white in true elvish tradition and trees were planted every so often along the walls. Two trees framed the outside of each door, making it look as though you were walking back out to the forest. I led her down the grand staircase that led to the lower levels containg the many bed rooms, balls rooms, the kitchen and various other areas. As we walked down I saw Moriwen run towards us in a hurry.

"Legolas!" she cried running up and throwing her arms around me. "Oh my friend it has been long and I am glad to see that you are well!"

"Of course, would you expect any less?" I asked in pun, smirking. She smiled and turned her attention to Blythe.

"Blythe! Welcome to Eryn Lasgalen. I trust the journey went well for you." she said, taking Blythe by the arm and leading her down the staircase. Any one would have thought they would have been friends for ages.

"yes it did thank you my friend. How have you been?" Blythe asked sincerely.

"Very well, oh I have to tell you the news, Blythe, I am engaged!" Moriwen squealed and the girls jumped around on the next level as I slowly made my way down.

"Serious!" Blythe asked, stopping for a second.

"Yes!" they danced happily again.

"Well will you enlighten us as to who the lucky elf is?" I asked. " I had no knowledge of you courting any one before we left."

"No we have not been courting long, but we are in love and that is all that matters." She said dreamily.

"Will you not tell us who he is?" I urged.

"oh! Of course! Pelagius of Rivendell. I met him the day after you left and I prolonged my visit in Rivendell as we became friends."

"Pelagius? Erestor's assistant?" I asked, intrigued.

"Yes, why?" she asked.

"No reason, just, he is, well, very…proper, isn't he?" I said, unsure of why she would lik someone like that. She was more into the manly warrior guy last time I asked her.

"Legolas, it really isn't our business why she loves him. Now let it be rá." Blythe reasoned.

"Ok, lets go, or we shan't have seen half of our home by dinner." I said, pardoning us from Moriwen and leading Blythe away. Elf maidens!

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After dinner, I led Blythe to her temporary room. It had forest green walls with jasmine vines crawling up the walls in full bloom. Their perfume softly filled the air without overpowering. An amazing experience, especially half way through spring. " Quel kaima melamin." I said, tucking her half asleep form into bed and kissing her good night. I turned my back and made my way over to the door. I turned around to say something when I noticed she was already asleep.  "Vanimle sila tiri´" I said, waling through the door and closing it behind me to turn in for the night.

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Authors note:

Meanings

Ravennë means lioness.

Rá = lion

Saesá omentién lle arwenamin = pleasure meeting you milady.

Elen sila lumenn omentilmo = a star shall shine on the hour of our meeting.

Ta naa seasamin = It was my pleasure.

Tenná ento lye omenta = until next we meet

quel kaima melamin. = sleep well my love

Vanimle sila tiri = your beauty shines bright

Oh yeah! Before I forget, I have an announcement! Ehem! The much anticipated wedding of the year will take place…next chapter! Yeah I can't wait. But I always cry at weddings!

Platy: Yes, I don't want Beau and Mel to rush into things, then it won't have the same effect. But Beau really does like her! If you can write your speech well, you've got to be a bit tipsy…so I don't know, that's why I asked for your creative genius. I really like the elvish wine thing. I really have no idea what to put in the speech. Take your time. I hope finals go well for you!

Levanna: No, not a double wedding, not quite yet anyway. I would love to write Vala adventures down the track. Oh thank you! I will be the queen of cliffhangers yet! Hahahahahahaha! Oh, don't mind me. Blame it on the sherbet.
Poisonous Oracle: I'll look out for your story. Thank you!

The stern mystic: That's a pretty cool nickname. No, I think its actually pretty creative, I mean, adding your 'alter ego' is quite an effect, no matter how similar you are to your character. Please write your own fic, that would be most cool! I would so read it! I'm flattered that you would but Blythe in. Thank you for picking up on anyhoobies…spread the word! I love making up stupid words. I speak that and a little bit of elvish at home and my parents usually can't understand what I'm saying even if I speak normally. I mix things up way too much. But its so fun! I love confusing peeps!

Any many dew drops, have fun guys and gurls and Thank you all!