Chapter 10: Revealing
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Account of Legolas
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As I walked the many paths of Imladris, a sweet song came to me. It was so familiar.but I could not place the voice. I broke into a run, traveling swiftly down the path. I came to a clearing in the trees. A fountain was placed there, its head shaped like a rearing horse. Sitting upon the edge was an elf maiden, dressed in white silk and lace. A soft breeze picked up and the sun beat down on her rich red hair. My eyes narrowed, a theory growing within me..
"Kit!" I cried and she turned. "Legolas? Legolas!" and she stood and came to embrace me. I enveloped her into my arms and we stood there for quite a while. "Let me have a look at you." I said into her ear. She pulled back a little. She looked so feminine, so regal..almost like our mother..
She smiled and backed away a few steps. She looked me up and down. "You look wonderful," she murmured, most likely noting my taller stature. I was much more grown than I was the fifty-seven years ago she left with Free. "And you, my beloved sister, look like a queen." I replied, lifting her chin with my hand. She cleared her throat and turned away. "I am not returning to Mirkwood, Legolas.ever, if I can help it." "You do not miss mother, Katessa..me?"
She turned, the hurt in her eyes nearly glowing as the irises, normally such a beautiful blue swirled into lavender. "I do, Legolas, but it's father that I do not miss.."
"Why is that you feel this way?" I snapped, turning her to face me. "He never harmed you in any way!" She spoke, her tone calm, yet icy. "You are wrong, Legolas. He did hurt me. Not physically, however. His disapproval of when the fairer sex, as mother called it, became stronger than the men, as when I did when I bested Boromir in the duel, slayed me from within. It hurt mother and Katessa, as well."
"No matter, Kit. What matters now is your safety from men..of any race. I saw you and the Human, Boromir from Gondor, yesterday near the 'hidden' mountain lake. He watched you with such a longing.I have reason to believe he loves you. Yet he is young and most likely he does not know what love is." "You don't either, Legolas!" she cried, her voice trembling with unhidden emotion. "You have never fallen in love, but I am in love! I love Boromir! I care not for his race; he is perfect in my eyes!" With that, she turned and ran back to the Haven with one last heated look.
Regret pounded in my heart is I went the other way. She was princess, and was expected to marry another Elf of high place. She was right, however. I had never fallen in true love: I knew not what it felt like. Yet she was younger than me, although by only a few moments. She had known Boromir for most of his life. How could she realize she was in love now?
As I walked the many paths of Imladris, a sweet song came to me. It was so familiar.but I could not place the voice. I broke into a run, traveling swiftly down the path. I came to a clearing in the trees. A fountain was placed there, its head shaped like a rearing horse. Sitting upon the edge was an elf maiden, dressed in white silk and lace. A soft breeze picked up and the sun beat down on her rich red hair. My eyes narrowed, a theory growing within me..
"Kit!" I cried and she turned. "Legolas? Legolas!" and she stood and came to embrace me. I enveloped her into my arms and we stood there for quite a while. "Let me have a look at you." I said into her ear. She pulled back a little. She looked so feminine, so regal..almost like our mother..
She smiled and backed away a few steps. She looked me up and down. "You look wonderful," she murmured, most likely noting my taller stature. I was much more grown than I was the fifty-seven years ago she left with Free. "And you, my beloved sister, look like a queen." I replied, lifting her chin with my hand. She cleared her throat and turned away. "I am not returning to Mirkwood, Legolas.ever, if I can help it." "You do not miss mother, Katessa..me?"
She turned, the hurt in her eyes nearly glowing as the irises, normally such a beautiful blue swirled into lavender. "I do, Legolas, but it's father that I do not miss.."
"Why is that you feel this way?" I snapped, turning her to face me. "He never harmed you in any way!" She spoke, her tone calm, yet icy. "You are wrong, Legolas. He did hurt me. Not physically, however. His disapproval of when the fairer sex, as mother called it, became stronger than the men, as when I did when I bested Boromir in the duel, slayed me from within. It hurt mother and Katessa, as well."
"No matter, Kit. What matters now is your safety from men..of any race. I saw you and the Human, Boromir from Gondor, yesterday near the 'hidden' mountain lake. He watched you with such a longing.I have reason to believe he loves you. Yet he is young and most likely he does not know what love is." "You don't either, Legolas!" she cried, her voice trembling with unhidden emotion. "You have never fallen in love, but I am in love! I love Boromir! I care not for his race; he is perfect in my eyes!" With that, she turned and ran back to the Haven with one last heated look.
Regret pounded in my heart is I went the other way. She was princess, and was expected to marry another Elf of high place. She was right, however. I had never fallen in true love: I knew not what it felt like. Yet she was younger than me, although by only a few moments. She had known Boromir for most of his life. How could she realize she was in love now?