Disclaimer: I don't own anything from the Lord Of The Rings series. I'm
just a fan of LOTR who loves to make up stories. However, I do own the
character Briella.
A/N: Woo! Finally! Enjoy!
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Chapter 3
Legolas sat up and rested his head in his hands. How could he have been so stupid? The beautiful stranger from the woods was no stranger at all! It was his childhood friend, Briella. He had not recognized her at all. He felt terrible; she must have felt awful when he asked who she was.
Legolas jumped up and looked out the window. It was morning. He jogged out of his room, down the stairs and out of Mirkwood Hall. He ran all the way to Briella's old dwelling, he hoped that she still resided there. It was a large, white, and beautifully decorated building. Many elves lived there, for there were many rooms. Legolas ran up the small flight of stairs to the veranda of the main floor. Finwë Carnesîr, the caretaker of the building, was looking out at the forest. Legolas approached him.
"Finwë, does Briella still reside here?"
Finwë turned to face Legolas. He smiled.
"Ah, Prince Legolas. Yes, Briella still resides on the second level."
Legolas let out a sigh of relief.
"Is she here now? I wish to speak with her, it's urgent."
"No, I don't believe she is. She hasn't been around here very much since . . . well, your return Prince Legolas. I found that rather odd. I thought that she would be with you, but then again, she has changed quite a bit since you've been gone."
"So I've noticed. She has become quite a beautiful lady."
"Indeed . . . but it's not just her physical appearance, even though that change was strange and unexpected, but every day after you left for Rivendell, she became sort of isolated and quiet. For many weeks she would spend entire afternoons on top of Amandil Hill, standing completely still, with her eyes closed. It looked as if she was listening to the wind. After a few months, she went to the hill less frequently, and just about stopped a short while ago. Some of our kin here think that perhaps she was communicating with nature, in a very deep and spiritual way, and some believe that this is why she had grown so beautiful. They believe that nature was rewarding her."
Legolas sighed.
"Do you believe that is the case?"
Finwë laughed.
"No, not at all. Her mother was a late bloomer, and so was her mother's mother. I have known her family for quite some time, and her appearance does not shock me."
"Oh, well, do you know when she will return?"
"I expect that she will be returning soon, she has to prepare for your ball."
"So she will attend?"
"Yes, she spoke of it last night."
"Good, well, thank you for your help Finwë."
Legolas walked back down the stairs and back to Mirkwood Hall, where Thranduil was waiting.
"Come, Legolas! It is time to prepare for your ball."
"Father, I told you everything you needed to know, what more do I have to prepare?"
"You have to decide what you are wearing, and how you will wear your hair. You are a prince, my son. You must look presentable. Remember, you may meet the future queen of Mirkwood tonight."
"Atar, I am well aware of my status in this kingdom. The truth is, I don't want to be 'presentable', I don't like hosting grand balls and I do not want to marry the lady who would make the perfect queen, or should I say, whom you think would make the perfect queen. I would rather be sitting in the forest, wearing my hunting attire, with a lady who I can talk to and will see past my royal stature."
A shadow passed over Thranduil's face.
"You are a son of Mirkwood. You will present yourself tonight, as royalty should. That thought is ridiculous. Sitting in the forest, doing nothing but talking with a lady. For goodness sake, Legolas! Your duties are here, and all over our lands. You spend your time romancing in the woods. There are plenty of places to romance here, where I have full connection with you. Forget the King Of Gondor, forget the halflings, forget the . . . dwarf."
Thranduil's face stiffened as he spoke of dwarves.
"You are home now. Do not forget your place here. Your people need you, son."
Legolas lowered his head.
"Is that my eternal fate? A life of commitment?"
"It is not as bad as you make it seem. You were perfectly content before you went to Rivendell for that meeting."
"I have changed since then, father. My heart has matured. I long for independence, and true, pure, love."
"Enough of this. Go upstairs and make yourself ready for the ball."
"But it is still morning . . ."
"Legolas . . . just go."
Legolas turned around and headed towards the stairs. He stopped and glanced back at his father.
"I will please my kingdom. The people do need me. I am just a fool; I know in my heart what fate lies before me. But it can't hurt to dream."
Legolas climbed the stairs to his bedroom and shut the door behind him.
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A/N: Sorry for the LONG LONG LONG delay. A million apologies to you all. Hope you like it! Please R/R! Reviews motivate me to write and post!
A/N: Woo! Finally! Enjoy!
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Chapter 3
Legolas sat up and rested his head in his hands. How could he have been so stupid? The beautiful stranger from the woods was no stranger at all! It was his childhood friend, Briella. He had not recognized her at all. He felt terrible; she must have felt awful when he asked who she was.
Legolas jumped up and looked out the window. It was morning. He jogged out of his room, down the stairs and out of Mirkwood Hall. He ran all the way to Briella's old dwelling, he hoped that she still resided there. It was a large, white, and beautifully decorated building. Many elves lived there, for there were many rooms. Legolas ran up the small flight of stairs to the veranda of the main floor. Finwë Carnesîr, the caretaker of the building, was looking out at the forest. Legolas approached him.
"Finwë, does Briella still reside here?"
Finwë turned to face Legolas. He smiled.
"Ah, Prince Legolas. Yes, Briella still resides on the second level."
Legolas let out a sigh of relief.
"Is she here now? I wish to speak with her, it's urgent."
"No, I don't believe she is. She hasn't been around here very much since . . . well, your return Prince Legolas. I found that rather odd. I thought that she would be with you, but then again, she has changed quite a bit since you've been gone."
"So I've noticed. She has become quite a beautiful lady."
"Indeed . . . but it's not just her physical appearance, even though that change was strange and unexpected, but every day after you left for Rivendell, she became sort of isolated and quiet. For many weeks she would spend entire afternoons on top of Amandil Hill, standing completely still, with her eyes closed. It looked as if she was listening to the wind. After a few months, she went to the hill less frequently, and just about stopped a short while ago. Some of our kin here think that perhaps she was communicating with nature, in a very deep and spiritual way, and some believe that this is why she had grown so beautiful. They believe that nature was rewarding her."
Legolas sighed.
"Do you believe that is the case?"
Finwë laughed.
"No, not at all. Her mother was a late bloomer, and so was her mother's mother. I have known her family for quite some time, and her appearance does not shock me."
"Oh, well, do you know when she will return?"
"I expect that she will be returning soon, she has to prepare for your ball."
"So she will attend?"
"Yes, she spoke of it last night."
"Good, well, thank you for your help Finwë."
Legolas walked back down the stairs and back to Mirkwood Hall, where Thranduil was waiting.
"Come, Legolas! It is time to prepare for your ball."
"Father, I told you everything you needed to know, what more do I have to prepare?"
"You have to decide what you are wearing, and how you will wear your hair. You are a prince, my son. You must look presentable. Remember, you may meet the future queen of Mirkwood tonight."
"Atar, I am well aware of my status in this kingdom. The truth is, I don't want to be 'presentable', I don't like hosting grand balls and I do not want to marry the lady who would make the perfect queen, or should I say, whom you think would make the perfect queen. I would rather be sitting in the forest, wearing my hunting attire, with a lady who I can talk to and will see past my royal stature."
A shadow passed over Thranduil's face.
"You are a son of Mirkwood. You will present yourself tonight, as royalty should. That thought is ridiculous. Sitting in the forest, doing nothing but talking with a lady. For goodness sake, Legolas! Your duties are here, and all over our lands. You spend your time romancing in the woods. There are plenty of places to romance here, where I have full connection with you. Forget the King Of Gondor, forget the halflings, forget the . . . dwarf."
Thranduil's face stiffened as he spoke of dwarves.
"You are home now. Do not forget your place here. Your people need you, son."
Legolas lowered his head.
"Is that my eternal fate? A life of commitment?"
"It is not as bad as you make it seem. You were perfectly content before you went to Rivendell for that meeting."
"I have changed since then, father. My heart has matured. I long for independence, and true, pure, love."
"Enough of this. Go upstairs and make yourself ready for the ball."
"But it is still morning . . ."
"Legolas . . . just go."
Legolas turned around and headed towards the stairs. He stopped and glanced back at his father.
"I will please my kingdom. The people do need me. I am just a fool; I know in my heart what fate lies before me. But it can't hurt to dream."
Legolas climbed the stairs to his bedroom and shut the door behind him.
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A/N: Sorry for the LONG LONG LONG delay. A million apologies to you all. Hope you like it! Please R/R! Reviews motivate me to write and post!