Disclaimer: I hold no claims to the original LOTR cast (Holly and Rachel
are mine)
A/N: No flames
Time: A Feeling Never Felt
Rachel made her way subconsciously to the river in the middle of Lorien. She was gawking at the bow and quiver she held in her hands. She couldn't quite place it, but it reminded her of something...Legolas. It reminded her of Legolas. The bow was nearly identical except for the silver designs instead of the gold Legolas' bow had. The quiver was brown leather with red designs exactly like the arm guards. She could hear voices nearby, but had to stop for a moment: her head was swimming. Taking hold of a stone bannister, Rachel closed her eyes and focused. It made her feel a little better, but she still didn't have any balance.
"Are you alright, Lady Elentari?" a warrior elf asked with concern. He was fair of skin and long in the face. Rachel thought of the irony in him already knowing her name. It reminded her of her first day as the Scorpion Commander. Everyone knew her before she knew them. It was a weird feeling. That's how she felt now.
"I'm fine. Just...point toward the river?" she asked, squinting her eyes as shapes in her vision began to blur. She followed the elf's finger and stumbled in that direction. Hearing Holly's voice and worried pacing, Rachel straightened herself out. She resumed her old posture and air and tried with all her might to forget about her dizzy spells. Holly was, in most respects, like a little sister to Rachel although she was older and Rachel didn't like showing anybody she was weak.
"Are you sure she'll be here, Haldir?" Aragorn asked. Rachel, peering through a small bush, saw the elf smiling at Aragorn and watched Holly play with her new sword. She was a national champion in fencing, so Rachel knew she'd be "playing" for hours. Even in the boats.
"She was on her way here when I left. She'll be here in a moment, I promise you."
Rachel tried to figure out how the elf got there before she did and got royally pissed, but her mind was fuzzy, so she let it be. Taking a large breath, Rachel strapped on her quiver and bow and walked out from behind the bushes. No body noticed her for a moment, but soon a small breeze floated by and shifted Rachel's hair back, revealing her ears, and Legolas and Aragorn watched the new and improved Rachel walk down the stairs. Holly just stared at her blankly.
Legolas watched the elf before him walk towards him, noticing a sure appearance of Rachel. But Rachel wasn't an elf. How could this elf before him take her beauty? Then Haldir announced it...
"Presenting Rachel...now Lady Galadriel's daughter, Elentari. Star Queen of Lorien!"
Legolas took a step forward, smiling slightly. Holly fell over, as did the hobbits. Aragorn and Boromir took a step back and Gimli gasped in awe. Legolas had never felt something like the tightening he felt in his chest. His heart raced and, if Rachel was an elf, she knew it. She could hear it. For a human, she was outstanding, but as an elf...he couldn't even begin to comprehend...
Something was wrong. Legolas saw the blank expression on Rachel's face and her clenched fists. Without a moment's hesitation, he ran forward and caught the woman as she nearly fell to the stone floor. She had passed out. Her face was drained and she had a slight fever.
"What's wrong with her?" Pippin yelled defensively. He rushed to Legolas and stared at Rachel hopelessly, nearly in tears.
"No," Legolas whispered. He brushed a strand of hair out of her face and listened for her heart beat which was healthy and her breathing was normal.
"Legolas! Is she alright?" Aragorn called out. Holly was still paralyzed on the ground. The fact that her friend was now an elf was still fresh in her mind and her brain didn't register that Rachel had fainted.
"Do not worry yourselves. She will sleep on and off for many hours though no more than a day," Galadriel said from the top of the small stair way. She seemed human now. Her breath was almost raspy and her ears rounded. The light that had engulfed her the night before was burnt out.
"Sleep?" Boromir inquired. He stepped forward and Merry, Sam, and Frodo weren't far behind him. Gimli just stood beside Holly, helpless.
"Sleep. She is certainly not dying. She is living an immortal life for the first time and I a mortal one. Give her time."
With the last remark, she handed Frodo the Star of Elendil in a vile and stood beside the river as the Fellowship gathered their things. Holly was stuck with Gimli in a boat for Rachel was sleeping and of no use. She rode with Legolas.
"Oh. I'm on a boat now," Rachel said, waking up for the first time. She was mildly uncomfortable and squirmed slightly. Her head was still twirling and every move took all her effort.
"You are uncomfortable?" Legolas asked, not breaking his stroke of the oar on the water. Rachel looked up at him and listened to his heart which was steady and his breath was equally so. Her mind began to roam. His profile was beautiful and his elegancy was remarkable.Rachel's heart quickened and she got butterflies. He was so in control...
"I can live with it. Been in worse situations," she said, still staring at the movement of his muscles as they moved the oar repeatedly with a steady rhythm. Her voice trailed off and she began to daydream.
"You may rest on my knee if you so wish," he said after a moment. She was nearly completely awake and the dizzy spells were fading away swiftly. Rachel, aware of the skipping heart beat of Legolas and the raspy breath, knew that he wasn't kidding and she settled herself on the floor of the boat, her arm on his lap and her head rested against her elbow. She loved the feel of the warm velvet near her face. When she nearly told herself that it wasn't only the velvet she liked, Rachel jerked away, making Legolas stumble slightly and snap his head in her direction with worry.
"I'm sorry. I can't right now. It pulls a muscle in my neck," Rachel lied. Although she was an elf and elves couldn't lie, that didn't mean her personality changed. She was still the best damn liar anybody had ever seen. That's what happened when you grew up in the theatre. Even though that fact still stood, she was sure Legolas knew otherwise. She shivered slightly (her cloak was in a bag on another boat) and sat Indian style on the seat in front of Legolas. She stared into the wind and got goose bumps. Obviously, she didn't have all of the properties of an elf and wouldn't for a long time. All well. She was going to live forever. Why not savor it?
Legolas watched her shake, heard the shiver in her breath, and sighed. He stopped rowing the boat and removed his own cloak. The wind did not effect him nearly as much as the newest member of the elven race. Without her even realizing it, he snaked the cloak around her slim body, feeling, without necessarily touching, every curve in her body and grew tight once again from the sensation. Once she noticed him near her, she looked back at him and he looked down, wanting to taste her lips, but afraid of what the consequences of the time were. He didn't want to hurt her more than she already hurt, although he didn't know the extent of the sorrow in her heart. It was apparent that she was in pain at all times, like most of their race. Unlike them, her grief was mending and so was his. He didn't hold the sadness of most elves. He was still young compared to most. After reflecting a moment, Legolas reached around her neck and fastened the clasp around her slender collar bones. Soon after, Rachel fell into her sleep once again and Legolas pondered to himself aloud as he sang softly, realizing what the clasp of his cloak meant.
"Even though you are no one's, I have claimed you, Rachel."
A/N: No flames
Time: A Feeling Never Felt
Rachel made her way subconsciously to the river in the middle of Lorien. She was gawking at the bow and quiver she held in her hands. She couldn't quite place it, but it reminded her of something...Legolas. It reminded her of Legolas. The bow was nearly identical except for the silver designs instead of the gold Legolas' bow had. The quiver was brown leather with red designs exactly like the arm guards. She could hear voices nearby, but had to stop for a moment: her head was swimming. Taking hold of a stone bannister, Rachel closed her eyes and focused. It made her feel a little better, but she still didn't have any balance.
"Are you alright, Lady Elentari?" a warrior elf asked with concern. He was fair of skin and long in the face. Rachel thought of the irony in him already knowing her name. It reminded her of her first day as the Scorpion Commander. Everyone knew her before she knew them. It was a weird feeling. That's how she felt now.
"I'm fine. Just...point toward the river?" she asked, squinting her eyes as shapes in her vision began to blur. She followed the elf's finger and stumbled in that direction. Hearing Holly's voice and worried pacing, Rachel straightened herself out. She resumed her old posture and air and tried with all her might to forget about her dizzy spells. Holly was, in most respects, like a little sister to Rachel although she was older and Rachel didn't like showing anybody she was weak.
"Are you sure she'll be here, Haldir?" Aragorn asked. Rachel, peering through a small bush, saw the elf smiling at Aragorn and watched Holly play with her new sword. She was a national champion in fencing, so Rachel knew she'd be "playing" for hours. Even in the boats.
"She was on her way here when I left. She'll be here in a moment, I promise you."
Rachel tried to figure out how the elf got there before she did and got royally pissed, but her mind was fuzzy, so she let it be. Taking a large breath, Rachel strapped on her quiver and bow and walked out from behind the bushes. No body noticed her for a moment, but soon a small breeze floated by and shifted Rachel's hair back, revealing her ears, and Legolas and Aragorn watched the new and improved Rachel walk down the stairs. Holly just stared at her blankly.
Legolas watched the elf before him walk towards him, noticing a sure appearance of Rachel. But Rachel wasn't an elf. How could this elf before him take her beauty? Then Haldir announced it...
"Presenting Rachel...now Lady Galadriel's daughter, Elentari. Star Queen of Lorien!"
Legolas took a step forward, smiling slightly. Holly fell over, as did the hobbits. Aragorn and Boromir took a step back and Gimli gasped in awe. Legolas had never felt something like the tightening he felt in his chest. His heart raced and, if Rachel was an elf, she knew it. She could hear it. For a human, she was outstanding, but as an elf...he couldn't even begin to comprehend...
Something was wrong. Legolas saw the blank expression on Rachel's face and her clenched fists. Without a moment's hesitation, he ran forward and caught the woman as she nearly fell to the stone floor. She had passed out. Her face was drained and she had a slight fever.
"What's wrong with her?" Pippin yelled defensively. He rushed to Legolas and stared at Rachel hopelessly, nearly in tears.
"No," Legolas whispered. He brushed a strand of hair out of her face and listened for her heart beat which was healthy and her breathing was normal.
"Legolas! Is she alright?" Aragorn called out. Holly was still paralyzed on the ground. The fact that her friend was now an elf was still fresh in her mind and her brain didn't register that Rachel had fainted.
"Do not worry yourselves. She will sleep on and off for many hours though no more than a day," Galadriel said from the top of the small stair way. She seemed human now. Her breath was almost raspy and her ears rounded. The light that had engulfed her the night before was burnt out.
"Sleep?" Boromir inquired. He stepped forward and Merry, Sam, and Frodo weren't far behind him. Gimli just stood beside Holly, helpless.
"Sleep. She is certainly not dying. She is living an immortal life for the first time and I a mortal one. Give her time."
With the last remark, she handed Frodo the Star of Elendil in a vile and stood beside the river as the Fellowship gathered their things. Holly was stuck with Gimli in a boat for Rachel was sleeping and of no use. She rode with Legolas.
"Oh. I'm on a boat now," Rachel said, waking up for the first time. She was mildly uncomfortable and squirmed slightly. Her head was still twirling and every move took all her effort.
"You are uncomfortable?" Legolas asked, not breaking his stroke of the oar on the water. Rachel looked up at him and listened to his heart which was steady and his breath was equally so. Her mind began to roam. His profile was beautiful and his elegancy was remarkable.Rachel's heart quickened and she got butterflies. He was so in control...
"I can live with it. Been in worse situations," she said, still staring at the movement of his muscles as they moved the oar repeatedly with a steady rhythm. Her voice trailed off and she began to daydream.
"You may rest on my knee if you so wish," he said after a moment. She was nearly completely awake and the dizzy spells were fading away swiftly. Rachel, aware of the skipping heart beat of Legolas and the raspy breath, knew that he wasn't kidding and she settled herself on the floor of the boat, her arm on his lap and her head rested against her elbow. She loved the feel of the warm velvet near her face. When she nearly told herself that it wasn't only the velvet she liked, Rachel jerked away, making Legolas stumble slightly and snap his head in her direction with worry.
"I'm sorry. I can't right now. It pulls a muscle in my neck," Rachel lied. Although she was an elf and elves couldn't lie, that didn't mean her personality changed. She was still the best damn liar anybody had ever seen. That's what happened when you grew up in the theatre. Even though that fact still stood, she was sure Legolas knew otherwise. She shivered slightly (her cloak was in a bag on another boat) and sat Indian style on the seat in front of Legolas. She stared into the wind and got goose bumps. Obviously, she didn't have all of the properties of an elf and wouldn't for a long time. All well. She was going to live forever. Why not savor it?
Legolas watched her shake, heard the shiver in her breath, and sighed. He stopped rowing the boat and removed his own cloak. The wind did not effect him nearly as much as the newest member of the elven race. Without her even realizing it, he snaked the cloak around her slim body, feeling, without necessarily touching, every curve in her body and grew tight once again from the sensation. Once she noticed him near her, she looked back at him and he looked down, wanting to taste her lips, but afraid of what the consequences of the time were. He didn't want to hurt her more than she already hurt, although he didn't know the extent of the sorrow in her heart. It was apparent that she was in pain at all times, like most of their race. Unlike them, her grief was mending and so was his. He didn't hold the sadness of most elves. He was still young compared to most. After reflecting a moment, Legolas reached around her neck and fastened the clasp around her slender collar bones. Soon after, Rachel fell into her sleep once again and Legolas pondered to himself aloud as he sang softly, realizing what the clasp of his cloak meant.
"Even though you are no one's, I have claimed you, Rachel."