Okay, I've gotten numerous e-mails and reviews over the past few months... and I figure now, what the hell? I'll just finish it. I'm going to go back and revise it when I'm done.. because I almost am, by the way. It just hurt my feelings when people kept telling me how off I was about the elves and stuff.... It was like, get a life. No offense. I was just using Legolas's character, and the main point that they were elves. I've never read the LOTR trilogy, only seen the movies, so how am I to know any of that? That they don't shave, what Legolas's father's name is. I was just writing this for fun - not to give any actual facts about the elves or such. And their age - I already knew how they aged really slow - believe me, they're immortal and such, I know. But I just gave them easy ages like twenty-three and such so I wouldn't have to remember that Legolas was a billion millions years old and would still live when I'm dead and bleh... So I just left it easy. So... if you're here just to tell me how much I suck for not knowing anything about them, I mean no offense - but go away, just don't bother reading it. To those who have fueled me to keep writing with their pleasant and numerous e-mails saying they love it/want more, then thank you so much for reading. It truly means a lot.
And.. I might be a bit off as I keep writing. Because I haven't updated for what? 6 Months... all well. When I'm done, I'll go back through and such.... Anyway, hope you like the rest. -Ashley.
P.S. I'm listening to Thrice as I'm writing this - so forgive me when things start getting a little depressing in a while.
It had been almost a week since they had arrived home, and the warriors sent out to search for her were beginning to return.
Aunorey was pacing her bedroom, wearing only a silky white robe belted tight at the waist with light, almost transparent, green silk. She wrung her hands together nervously, her hair swishing and tickling her through the back of her robe, but she was hardly in the mood to laugh, let alone smile.
One of the doors that led into her bedroom opened, and Varione stood in the doorway, smiling. "Darling..."
"Mum," Aunorey dropped her hands to her side, and Varione rushed to her daughter, holding her. "I'm so glad you're home, safe. I was so worried."
Aunorey hugged her mother back tightly, feeling as though she were on the brink of tears. She sniffled and drew back, smiled. "It's alright. I'm here now."
Varione studied her daughter's face. "Why did you run away, Aunorey? You don't have to answer me now, I just... I don't understand."
Aunorey turned away from her mother's embrace and went to sit on a stool a few feet away. "Mother-..."
Just then, the main door to her room opened and Barlos stood, looking, as always, as though he were running away from a tiger. His face was rather flushed, his black curly hair glistening, but Aunorey always thought he was adorable. He was one of her favorite people, because he knew how to listen, although he always looked terrified. Aunorey realized this now. "Yes, Barlos?" Aunorey was grateful for the interruption.
"Um.. Arion would like to see you and your mother in the study. Now." He kind of emphasized the last word, meaning that Arion had probably more than emphasized the word Barlos. Probably shouted.
Aunorey suppressed a small smile then looked at her mother, raised her eyebrows. "We should go now, then."
Varione nodded, a frown starting to crease her brow, but she made it go away. They walked past Barlos, who just stood holding the door opened, and Aunorey turned and kissed his cheek, "I'm glad to see you again, Barlos."
Barlos stuttered a bit before just giving her a lazy smile. "It's lovely to see you, too. I was worried about you."
She winked at him, then made her way down the hall to the study, wondering what her father was ranting on about now.
Arion stood up when the door opened and Varione and Aunorey rushed inside, Varione closing the door quietly behind her. Arion wasn't upset, vexed, or even angry. He was smiling, actually. "Good, good, you're here. I only needed you," he said pointedly to Aunorey, "But it's a good thing you're here so you can hear," he gave a loving smile to his wife, who came so sit next to him.
Aunorey stood, herself now vexed. "Yes, father?"
"Aunorey, you know the warriors that were sent out to find you are back now," Arion looked up at his daughter.
"Yes."
"Well, I want you to greet them as they arrive, and thank them profusely for going out and searching for you. They will all be on the main road by late this afternoon, and I expect you to do your duty."
Aunorey stared at his father. "You mean... make a speech or something?"
"Yes. Exactly. You don't have to tell them why you ran away, they don't have to know anything. Just thank them, tell them they are great men for what they did, and basically promise never to do it again," Arion said this rather tersely.
Aunorey nodded her head. "Yes, father."
"Good girl, you may go back to your room to start getting ready to greet them."
Aunorey's head rose a little with pride, although she wasn't sure really what for, but she felt as though her pride were wounded. But in the end, all she says is, "Yes, father."
**
Legolas came to visit Aunorey while she was in the middle of getting ready for that afternoon.
He hadn't seen her since her arrival home, save at dinner, and that was rarely worth it because she no longer sat near him, and her parents always seemed to rush her home afterward. This caused him to be a bit angry at first, that she didn't even seem to try and see him. But he had also been busy himself, talking to his parents about what happened, over and over again, but leaving out a few... private details, and helping groom his horse, among other various things.
He felt rather guilty, and figured that now he was free, he should see her. She was all he had thought about lately.
Barlos went to tell her, and Aunorey groaned, looking at Sarie, who was doing her hair. "Could this wait a moment?"
Sarie nodded.
Aunorey stood and belted her robe tighter around her waist, thanking Barlos, then went downstairs. Legolas stood with his back to her, and she felt love blossom in her chest just at the sight of him. He turned around, and just about took her breath away. He was wearing a white long sleeve shirt with a high neck, beaded with white and purple crystal beads and shiny threads. He wore stark white pantaloons, tucked into tan boots. His hair fell around his shoulders, and he smiled at her as she made her way down.
They were alone at last, although he knew any moment a servant or her parents could show up.
"Legolas," Aunorey said, reaching the bottom of the steps. But she couldn't help herself when he came to stand before her. She flung herself into his arms, holding on tight, reveling in the way he held her just as tight, if not tighter, to his own body. "Aunorey, I've missed you." Legolas said quietly as his kissed the side of her forehead, not letting her go. "Why have you not been to visit me?"
Aunorey just smiled into his neck, then let go. "Why have you not been to visit me?"
Legolas looked a bit sheepish. "Well, business." He shook his head as if to clear all negative thoughts. "But I'm here now." He kissed her then, and they were wrapped up in each other when a thought popped into Aunorey's head.
"Legolas," she said, pulling back, her arms still tight around his waist. "I have something to tell you-.."
Just then, Varione came down the hall, and Legolas and Aunorey separated, turning to stare at her. Varione stopped, looked at them both, and the guilty looks on their faces neither of them seemed to realize they were wearing. "Aunorey," she said, "What are you doing down here? You should be upstairs." She looked to Legolas, "Sorry Legolas, could you stop by this evening?"
"Yes," he said, still looking at Aunorey. "I'll be back." He bowed as he always did to Aunorey and Varione, and made his way out.
"Good bye," Varione called as the door was closing, and Legolas peeped his head back in with a huge smile on it before going back out and closing the door behind him. "He's so charming, isn't he, Aunorey?" Varione studied her daughter, who was merely staring at the door. "Aunorey?"
"Hmm? Oh. Sorry. Yes, yes. He is rather charming," she said quietly. "Come upstairs with me, mum? Help me pick out something to wear."
Mother and daughter made their way upstairs, the daughter with a huge secret she didn't know how to tell.
What she had to tell Legolas was that she was pregnant.
**
And.. I might be a bit off as I keep writing. Because I haven't updated for what? 6 Months... all well. When I'm done, I'll go back through and such.... Anyway, hope you like the rest. -Ashley.
P.S. I'm listening to Thrice as I'm writing this - so forgive me when things start getting a little depressing in a while.
It had been almost a week since they had arrived home, and the warriors sent out to search for her were beginning to return.
Aunorey was pacing her bedroom, wearing only a silky white robe belted tight at the waist with light, almost transparent, green silk. She wrung her hands together nervously, her hair swishing and tickling her through the back of her robe, but she was hardly in the mood to laugh, let alone smile.
One of the doors that led into her bedroom opened, and Varione stood in the doorway, smiling. "Darling..."
"Mum," Aunorey dropped her hands to her side, and Varione rushed to her daughter, holding her. "I'm so glad you're home, safe. I was so worried."
Aunorey hugged her mother back tightly, feeling as though she were on the brink of tears. She sniffled and drew back, smiled. "It's alright. I'm here now."
Varione studied her daughter's face. "Why did you run away, Aunorey? You don't have to answer me now, I just... I don't understand."
Aunorey turned away from her mother's embrace and went to sit on a stool a few feet away. "Mother-..."
Just then, the main door to her room opened and Barlos stood, looking, as always, as though he were running away from a tiger. His face was rather flushed, his black curly hair glistening, but Aunorey always thought he was adorable. He was one of her favorite people, because he knew how to listen, although he always looked terrified. Aunorey realized this now. "Yes, Barlos?" Aunorey was grateful for the interruption.
"Um.. Arion would like to see you and your mother in the study. Now." He kind of emphasized the last word, meaning that Arion had probably more than emphasized the word Barlos. Probably shouted.
Aunorey suppressed a small smile then looked at her mother, raised her eyebrows. "We should go now, then."
Varione nodded, a frown starting to crease her brow, but she made it go away. They walked past Barlos, who just stood holding the door opened, and Aunorey turned and kissed his cheek, "I'm glad to see you again, Barlos."
Barlos stuttered a bit before just giving her a lazy smile. "It's lovely to see you, too. I was worried about you."
She winked at him, then made her way down the hall to the study, wondering what her father was ranting on about now.
Arion stood up when the door opened and Varione and Aunorey rushed inside, Varione closing the door quietly behind her. Arion wasn't upset, vexed, or even angry. He was smiling, actually. "Good, good, you're here. I only needed you," he said pointedly to Aunorey, "But it's a good thing you're here so you can hear," he gave a loving smile to his wife, who came so sit next to him.
Aunorey stood, herself now vexed. "Yes, father?"
"Aunorey, you know the warriors that were sent out to find you are back now," Arion looked up at his daughter.
"Yes."
"Well, I want you to greet them as they arrive, and thank them profusely for going out and searching for you. They will all be on the main road by late this afternoon, and I expect you to do your duty."
Aunorey stared at his father. "You mean... make a speech or something?"
"Yes. Exactly. You don't have to tell them why you ran away, they don't have to know anything. Just thank them, tell them they are great men for what they did, and basically promise never to do it again," Arion said this rather tersely.
Aunorey nodded her head. "Yes, father."
"Good girl, you may go back to your room to start getting ready to greet them."
Aunorey's head rose a little with pride, although she wasn't sure really what for, but she felt as though her pride were wounded. But in the end, all she says is, "Yes, father."
**
Legolas came to visit Aunorey while she was in the middle of getting ready for that afternoon.
He hadn't seen her since her arrival home, save at dinner, and that was rarely worth it because she no longer sat near him, and her parents always seemed to rush her home afterward. This caused him to be a bit angry at first, that she didn't even seem to try and see him. But he had also been busy himself, talking to his parents about what happened, over and over again, but leaving out a few... private details, and helping groom his horse, among other various things.
He felt rather guilty, and figured that now he was free, he should see her. She was all he had thought about lately.
Barlos went to tell her, and Aunorey groaned, looking at Sarie, who was doing her hair. "Could this wait a moment?"
Sarie nodded.
Aunorey stood and belted her robe tighter around her waist, thanking Barlos, then went downstairs. Legolas stood with his back to her, and she felt love blossom in her chest just at the sight of him. He turned around, and just about took her breath away. He was wearing a white long sleeve shirt with a high neck, beaded with white and purple crystal beads and shiny threads. He wore stark white pantaloons, tucked into tan boots. His hair fell around his shoulders, and he smiled at her as she made her way down.
They were alone at last, although he knew any moment a servant or her parents could show up.
"Legolas," Aunorey said, reaching the bottom of the steps. But she couldn't help herself when he came to stand before her. She flung herself into his arms, holding on tight, reveling in the way he held her just as tight, if not tighter, to his own body. "Aunorey, I've missed you." Legolas said quietly as his kissed the side of her forehead, not letting her go. "Why have you not been to visit me?"
Aunorey just smiled into his neck, then let go. "Why have you not been to visit me?"
Legolas looked a bit sheepish. "Well, business." He shook his head as if to clear all negative thoughts. "But I'm here now." He kissed her then, and they were wrapped up in each other when a thought popped into Aunorey's head.
"Legolas," she said, pulling back, her arms still tight around his waist. "I have something to tell you-.."
Just then, Varione came down the hall, and Legolas and Aunorey separated, turning to stare at her. Varione stopped, looked at them both, and the guilty looks on their faces neither of them seemed to realize they were wearing. "Aunorey," she said, "What are you doing down here? You should be upstairs." She looked to Legolas, "Sorry Legolas, could you stop by this evening?"
"Yes," he said, still looking at Aunorey. "I'll be back." He bowed as he always did to Aunorey and Varione, and made his way out.
"Good bye," Varione called as the door was closing, and Legolas peeped his head back in with a huge smile on it before going back out and closing the door behind him. "He's so charming, isn't he, Aunorey?" Varione studied her daughter, who was merely staring at the door. "Aunorey?"
"Hmm? Oh. Sorry. Yes, yes. He is rather charming," she said quietly. "Come upstairs with me, mum? Help me pick out something to wear."
Mother and daughter made their way upstairs, the daughter with a huge secret she didn't know how to tell.
What she had to tell Legolas was that she was pregnant.
**