!All 4 Seasons In 1 Day!
Disclaimer: I do not own J.R.R. Tolkien, his thoughts, or Sting's song (the title of this fic!) I just enjoy them in an obsessive manner!!!
Summary: Celidë, a girl with no knowledge of her past, meets Legolas, who is mystified by her. But what does destiny hold for 2 people who drive each other crazy?! Legolas/OC.hopefully, if things go right!
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Celidë was in no hurry to get to the tower. She was fuming that she wouldn't be able to get that book that she has been waiting 2 years for today.
I should have just ignored Eladda and kept running. Then I wouldn't be in this predicament. But nooooo I just had to stop. Celide thought. She was dragging her feet as she trudged up the stairs. I should stop thinking this way. It isn't Eladda's fault. It is Dahril's. That stuck up broad thinks she has something over me. But it is nothing compared to the fist I will be holding over her.
She was grumbling and stomping when she reached Thranduil's door. She pounded hard, not even caring that this was the king's door.
"Come in." said a deep, thundering voice.
Celidë entered the room with the biggest scowl on her face.
"Well Celidë has finally found her way to my room" chuckled Thranduil. Despite what many perceived him to be, King Thranduil was actually a kind hearted, old man.
"Sorry," Celidë said in a cold-hearted, sarcastic way, "I had to rearrange my plans at the last moment."
"I apologize. It is just that I wanted the best of the help for my son's arrival. And of course the first person to come to my mind was you and only you, fair Celidë."
Celidë gave in. Thranduil always knew how to charm a lady. "It is not a problem. What do you need done?"
"I only need you to help pick out what I should wear, and to prepare the study. When Legolas arrives, he will first meet me there. I really appreciate your help." Thranduil kissed Celidë's hand. This act was nothing that should be looked into deeply. Since Celide had started being the king's personal assistant (as Celide likes to put it) the relationship between the two has been one resembling father and daughter.
Celidë went about her newly given chores, and two hours later was waiting by the side of the chair that Thranduil would be sitting in in a few moments. While she was standing there, she started getting worked up about her earlier plans again, when the doors to the study opened to the sound of laughter.
"My son, please sit down." Thranduil directed a dashing, tall, blonde elf toward the chair opposite where Celidë was standing.
When Thranduil was seated and Celidë had served them tea and llembas, Thranduil introduced Celidë to Legolas. "Legolas, I would like to introduce you to Celidë, my personal servant." Celidë curtsied, "Without her I wouldn't be able to go about my day; it would be filled with chaos!" All three laughed; Celidë's was more forced than the others.
"Pleasure to meet you! I am glad that someone was able to take care of my father while I was gone." Legolas said nodding to Celidë. Celidë just smiled. Legolas was then bombarded with questions and stories from Thranduil.
Celidë just stood there; she didn't even try to listen. She was mad at this new elf in front of her. He was the reason she couldn't get to the store. He was the one holding her back from what could be the most influential item to her. She was glaring at him when she noticed that Legolas was glancing at her.
He kept trying to look at his father and actually listen to what he was saying, but a few seconds later his eyes were drawn to her. There was something about her.her looks?.her aura?.her behavior?.he just couldn't pin point it. 'Is this magic on her behalf? Is she bewitching me? I can tell she isn't fond of me by the way she is scowling me. What kind of elf is so shallow that she doesn't have the decency to give someone a chance, but just automatically hates him?' Legolas thought but was abruptly brought back to reality when he noticed his father's booming voice could no longer be heard.
When Legolas turned his attention to his father so suddenly, his teacup fell off of the arm of his chair. Celidë could not hold back a giggle. Both men turned towards her.
'Shit!' Celidë thought, 'I probably was a little out of place laughing like that. Oh well, can't change that.'
"Where was that laugh when I was telling my infamous 'a dwarf walks into a bar' joke?!" Thranduil said grinning at Celidë. He then looked at Legolas, "Well I will let you get settled in, son, before supper." Thranduil stood up and hugged his son. "Celidë please go ahead to the kitchen and inform them that tonight's dinner should be a celebration feast. And that there should be enough food for the one hundred guests. Thank you!"
"I am on my way." Celidë said and strolled out of the room. She was happy that she didn't have to stay there but someone in that room would have preferred it if she had stayed.
Disclaimer: I do not own J.R.R. Tolkien, his thoughts, or Sting's song (the title of this fic!) I just enjoy them in an obsessive manner!!!
Summary: Celidë, a girl with no knowledge of her past, meets Legolas, who is mystified by her. But what does destiny hold for 2 people who drive each other crazy?! Legolas/OC.hopefully, if things go right!
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Celidë was in no hurry to get to the tower. She was fuming that she wouldn't be able to get that book that she has been waiting 2 years for today.
I should have just ignored Eladda and kept running. Then I wouldn't be in this predicament. But nooooo I just had to stop. Celide thought. She was dragging her feet as she trudged up the stairs. I should stop thinking this way. It isn't Eladda's fault. It is Dahril's. That stuck up broad thinks she has something over me. But it is nothing compared to the fist I will be holding over her.
She was grumbling and stomping when she reached Thranduil's door. She pounded hard, not even caring that this was the king's door.
"Come in." said a deep, thundering voice.
Celidë entered the room with the biggest scowl on her face.
"Well Celidë has finally found her way to my room" chuckled Thranduil. Despite what many perceived him to be, King Thranduil was actually a kind hearted, old man.
"Sorry," Celidë said in a cold-hearted, sarcastic way, "I had to rearrange my plans at the last moment."
"I apologize. It is just that I wanted the best of the help for my son's arrival. And of course the first person to come to my mind was you and only you, fair Celidë."
Celidë gave in. Thranduil always knew how to charm a lady. "It is not a problem. What do you need done?"
"I only need you to help pick out what I should wear, and to prepare the study. When Legolas arrives, he will first meet me there. I really appreciate your help." Thranduil kissed Celidë's hand. This act was nothing that should be looked into deeply. Since Celide had started being the king's personal assistant (as Celide likes to put it) the relationship between the two has been one resembling father and daughter.
Celidë went about her newly given chores, and two hours later was waiting by the side of the chair that Thranduil would be sitting in in a few moments. While she was standing there, she started getting worked up about her earlier plans again, when the doors to the study opened to the sound of laughter.
"My son, please sit down." Thranduil directed a dashing, tall, blonde elf toward the chair opposite where Celidë was standing.
When Thranduil was seated and Celidë had served them tea and llembas, Thranduil introduced Celidë to Legolas. "Legolas, I would like to introduce you to Celidë, my personal servant." Celidë curtsied, "Without her I wouldn't be able to go about my day; it would be filled with chaos!" All three laughed; Celidë's was more forced than the others.
"Pleasure to meet you! I am glad that someone was able to take care of my father while I was gone." Legolas said nodding to Celidë. Celidë just smiled. Legolas was then bombarded with questions and stories from Thranduil.
Celidë just stood there; she didn't even try to listen. She was mad at this new elf in front of her. He was the reason she couldn't get to the store. He was the one holding her back from what could be the most influential item to her. She was glaring at him when she noticed that Legolas was glancing at her.
He kept trying to look at his father and actually listen to what he was saying, but a few seconds later his eyes were drawn to her. There was something about her.her looks?.her aura?.her behavior?.he just couldn't pin point it. 'Is this magic on her behalf? Is she bewitching me? I can tell she isn't fond of me by the way she is scowling me. What kind of elf is so shallow that she doesn't have the decency to give someone a chance, but just automatically hates him?' Legolas thought but was abruptly brought back to reality when he noticed his father's booming voice could no longer be heard.
When Legolas turned his attention to his father so suddenly, his teacup fell off of the arm of his chair. Celidë could not hold back a giggle. Both men turned towards her.
'Shit!' Celidë thought, 'I probably was a little out of place laughing like that. Oh well, can't change that.'
"Where was that laugh when I was telling my infamous 'a dwarf walks into a bar' joke?!" Thranduil said grinning at Celidë. He then looked at Legolas, "Well I will let you get settled in, son, before supper." Thranduil stood up and hugged his son. "Celidë please go ahead to the kitchen and inform them that tonight's dinner should be a celebration feast. And that there should be enough food for the one hundred guests. Thank you!"
"I am on my way." Celidë said and strolled out of the room. She was happy that she didn't have to stay there but someone in that room would have preferred it if she had stayed.