AUTHOR'S NOTE:
Hey everyone! Sorry that it took a little longer to get this posted. I also want to say I'm sorry for misspelling Luthien's name in an earlier chapter. I have made sure I spelled it correctly here. Also, I have gotten some reviews saying that this is a 'Mary-sue' (where did that term come from anyway?). Sure, it is a Mary-sue, and what of it? That is not necessarily a bad thing. I enjoy reading most Mary-sues, so it only makes sense that when I write a fanfic that it ends up being one. Also, I know that Kikania is not an actual elvish name, but it has some 'sentimental' meaning to me. I do have a resource to find elvish names, or else how did I come up with Kuline and Omataal? And I know that Legolas was in Ithilien after the WOTR, but I am thinking about incorporating that into the story later on. Tolkien never really specified how long after the war Legolas went to Ithilien, because remember, he had to go get some elves to take with him first. I do not claim to be a Tolkien or even LOTR expert, so there may be some differences. All I can say is sorry, and if you notice anything big, do not hesitate to tell me! Thanks!
Good Advice:
When they arrived back at Thranduil's manor, Gimli talked Legolas into joining him in tasting the wine he had spoken of earlier, but Kika politely declined the offer, though Gimli was quite persistent. She said that she wanted to read the book she had gotten from the library the night before, Luthien and Beren. After she had assured Gimli that she would try the wine that Legolas agreed to bring her in her room, they went their separate ways, Kika to her room, and Legolas and Gimli to the wine cellar.
Only Kika knew that the real reason she had declined the invitation was because she felt that if she was with Legolas much longer, she would say how she felt and end up looking foolish. This only perplexed her more, because although she knew she would sound foolish saying it, she had no idea what she would say, for she could not define how she felt. As she entered her room and sat on her bed, she let out a deep breath. Though she was nervous, she was also elated.
He must like me, if his award for winning is to be a kiss! she thought gleefully. The mere thought of his lips on hers filled her with joy. The way her skin tingled at his touch, the way she became lost in his azure eyes, the way she was filled with delight at just the thought of him. Could it be that he felt the same way? Could she possibly be that fortunate?
While all these thoughts were running through Kika's head, practically the same things were coming out of Legolas's mouth. It seemed that
"Have I offended her by being so bold? What was I thinking? A kiss is something that should just happen, not be won."
"If you had offended her, which you didn't, you gave her plenty of chances to say so. I think she was actually pleased that you were so daring." Legolas looked at his friend doubtfully.
"But any other maiden would have thought me impolite and brazen. Maybe she was just too timid to say so."
"Aye, with any other maiden that may be true, but does she seem like any other maiden you've ever known?" Legolas pondered this as he sipped the wine Gimli had handed him.
"No, she is unlike anyone I have ever known. Perhaps that is what scares me about her." He sighed noisily, frustrated with himself. "I have only known her since yesterday! I should not be having to concern myself with these worries so soon!"
"So don't," came Gimli's simple answer. "Love is not something that can be reasoned with, lad. You must learn to trust your heart instead of your mind, no matter how greatly learned ye be. Ye may have a couple thousand years on me, but ye are too much like other elves. Ye all try to think everything out. True, sometimes that works to your advantage, but sometimes it causes ye to miss out on opportunities that don't repeat themselves." Legolas glanced over at Gimli, surprised that such insight had come out of the same mouth that usually spouted nothing but jests and vigorous laughs.
"And what happens if I trust my heart and tell her how I feel, but she does not concur? Then I have done more harm than good."
"And what harm would that be?" cried the dwarf, reaching his wit's end with his overly cautious friend. "She would know how ye feel and if she doesn't feel the same way, nothing gained, but nothing lost either! If ye remain silent, you could lose the chance of finding the person you're meant to be with." When this brought no response from Legolas, he used his next tactic. "Think of this like a battle." This drew only a confused look from him. "When you are fighting a group of orcs, you do not stop and think about how you feel about them. You know that you hate them, and therefore you must kill them. You do what you have to do because you know it's right. Do the same thing now. Except you won't kill her, you will say what needs to be said." Legolas laughed. "What's so funny?" asked the dwarf, thinking that he was ridiculing his attempt to advise him.
"I am not laughing at you; I am laughing because you compared Kikania to an orc. Not a very valid comparison, though the meaning behind it was beneficial." After a long silence, the dwarf was able to stand it no longer.
"So what do you intend to do?"
Legolas smiled and poured another cup of wine. "I am going to take Kika her wine, as promised."
As he stood to leave, Gimli protested, "That doesn't tell me anything! You know what I mean when I ask what you intend to do." Legolas, however, did not respond as he climbed the steps. "I'll never understand these elves," grumbled Gimli as he poured himself another cupful of wine, which had turned out to be quite good.
Kika was wholly absorbed in her book when there was a knock at the door. When she opened it, the very sight of her handsome visitor brought a smile to her face.
"Hello! I thought you would be with Gimli longer." Legolas held up the glass of wine.
"He insisted that I bring you some of the wine. It is as good, if not better, than he predicted." Perhaps not the whole truth, but he could not tell her directly why he had come. He noticed the book open on the bed. "I hope I did not disturb your reading."
"Oh no, I was at a good stopping place anyway." She accepted the cup from Legolas and tried a small sip. "Mm! This is good! I usually do not like wine that much, but this is delicious."
"I am glad you like it." There was an awkward silence for several moments. "We seem to have missed luncheon while we were in the forest; do you want anything to eat? Dinner should be soon."
"No thank you, I am not hungry." Legolas took a breath and steeled himself to say what he needed to say.
"Kika I. just thought of something I need to inform my father of. Shall I escort you to dinner tonight?" After a smile and nod from Kika, he left the room and closed the door behind him. However, once he was out in the hallway, he stood fixed outside the door.
What just happened? I was so ready to tell her, but something happened and I could not say the words I had been rehearsing all the way to her room. He shook his head in disgust at himself. I am the calmest elf there is in the midst of a fierce battle, but put me in a room alone with Kika and I am helpless. He turned and entered his own room. After retrieving his bow and quiver, he headed outside.
Before long Legolas was in the forest, heading for the place he always went when he needed to think. He was soon sitting in the arms of 'his' tree. How could he be so at ease with her but get so tongue-tied at the same time? This was more frustrating than anything he had ever encountered.
After dinner tonight, he thought. I will tell her then. I do not care how speechless I get then; I will sit there all night if that is necessary to get this out. It is not fair to me or her for me not to tell her. With this strong conviction in mind, he settled back in the boughs of the tree to relax until dinner.
When he returned to escort Kika to dinner, she had changed back into the red dress and once again he was entranced by her beauty. He, too, was quite a remarkable sight in his silver tunic, and throughout dinner each found it difficult to keep their eyes averted from the other. The elves seemed to notice Kika even more than the night before. The females looked on jealously as the males introduced themselves and openly flirted. Kika tried to be as polite as possible, but she soon tired of all the attention and longed to leave. Fortunately the meal ended soon and the more than slightly jealous prince found his way to her side. They exited as quickly as they civilly could.
When they reached their rooms, Kika started to say goodnight, but was stopped by Legolas. "Could I keep you to myself a few more moments? We could go into my room and sit, if you like."
Hey everyone! Sorry that it took a little longer to get this posted. I also want to say I'm sorry for misspelling Luthien's name in an earlier chapter. I have made sure I spelled it correctly here. Also, I have gotten some reviews saying that this is a 'Mary-sue' (where did that term come from anyway?). Sure, it is a Mary-sue, and what of it? That is not necessarily a bad thing. I enjoy reading most Mary-sues, so it only makes sense that when I write a fanfic that it ends up being one. Also, I know that Kikania is not an actual elvish name, but it has some 'sentimental' meaning to me. I do have a resource to find elvish names, or else how did I come up with Kuline and Omataal? And I know that Legolas was in Ithilien after the WOTR, but I am thinking about incorporating that into the story later on. Tolkien never really specified how long after the war Legolas went to Ithilien, because remember, he had to go get some elves to take with him first. I do not claim to be a Tolkien or even LOTR expert, so there may be some differences. All I can say is sorry, and if you notice anything big, do not hesitate to tell me! Thanks!
Good Advice:
When they arrived back at Thranduil's manor, Gimli talked Legolas into joining him in tasting the wine he had spoken of earlier, but Kika politely declined the offer, though Gimli was quite persistent. She said that she wanted to read the book she had gotten from the library the night before, Luthien and Beren. After she had assured Gimli that she would try the wine that Legolas agreed to bring her in her room, they went their separate ways, Kika to her room, and Legolas and Gimli to the wine cellar.
Only Kika knew that the real reason she had declined the invitation was because she felt that if she was with Legolas much longer, she would say how she felt and end up looking foolish. This only perplexed her more, because although she knew she would sound foolish saying it, she had no idea what she would say, for she could not define how she felt. As she entered her room and sat on her bed, she let out a deep breath. Though she was nervous, she was also elated.
He must like me, if his award for winning is to be a kiss! she thought gleefully. The mere thought of his lips on hers filled her with joy. The way her skin tingled at his touch, the way she became lost in his azure eyes, the way she was filled with delight at just the thought of him. Could it be that he felt the same way? Could she possibly be that fortunate?
While all these thoughts were running through Kika's head, practically the same things were coming out of Legolas's mouth. It seemed that
"Have I offended her by being so bold? What was I thinking? A kiss is something that should just happen, not be won."
"If you had offended her, which you didn't, you gave her plenty of chances to say so. I think she was actually pleased that you were so daring." Legolas looked at his friend doubtfully.
"But any other maiden would have thought me impolite and brazen. Maybe she was just too timid to say so."
"Aye, with any other maiden that may be true, but does she seem like any other maiden you've ever known?" Legolas pondered this as he sipped the wine Gimli had handed him.
"No, she is unlike anyone I have ever known. Perhaps that is what scares me about her." He sighed noisily, frustrated with himself. "I have only known her since yesterday! I should not be having to concern myself with these worries so soon!"
"So don't," came Gimli's simple answer. "Love is not something that can be reasoned with, lad. You must learn to trust your heart instead of your mind, no matter how greatly learned ye be. Ye may have a couple thousand years on me, but ye are too much like other elves. Ye all try to think everything out. True, sometimes that works to your advantage, but sometimes it causes ye to miss out on opportunities that don't repeat themselves." Legolas glanced over at Gimli, surprised that such insight had come out of the same mouth that usually spouted nothing but jests and vigorous laughs.
"And what happens if I trust my heart and tell her how I feel, but she does not concur? Then I have done more harm than good."
"And what harm would that be?" cried the dwarf, reaching his wit's end with his overly cautious friend. "She would know how ye feel and if she doesn't feel the same way, nothing gained, but nothing lost either! If ye remain silent, you could lose the chance of finding the person you're meant to be with." When this brought no response from Legolas, he used his next tactic. "Think of this like a battle." This drew only a confused look from him. "When you are fighting a group of orcs, you do not stop and think about how you feel about them. You know that you hate them, and therefore you must kill them. You do what you have to do because you know it's right. Do the same thing now. Except you won't kill her, you will say what needs to be said." Legolas laughed. "What's so funny?" asked the dwarf, thinking that he was ridiculing his attempt to advise him.
"I am not laughing at you; I am laughing because you compared Kikania to an orc. Not a very valid comparison, though the meaning behind it was beneficial." After a long silence, the dwarf was able to stand it no longer.
"So what do you intend to do?"
Legolas smiled and poured another cup of wine. "I am going to take Kika her wine, as promised."
As he stood to leave, Gimli protested, "That doesn't tell me anything! You know what I mean when I ask what you intend to do." Legolas, however, did not respond as he climbed the steps. "I'll never understand these elves," grumbled Gimli as he poured himself another cupful of wine, which had turned out to be quite good.
Kika was wholly absorbed in her book when there was a knock at the door. When she opened it, the very sight of her handsome visitor brought a smile to her face.
"Hello! I thought you would be with Gimli longer." Legolas held up the glass of wine.
"He insisted that I bring you some of the wine. It is as good, if not better, than he predicted." Perhaps not the whole truth, but he could not tell her directly why he had come. He noticed the book open on the bed. "I hope I did not disturb your reading."
"Oh no, I was at a good stopping place anyway." She accepted the cup from Legolas and tried a small sip. "Mm! This is good! I usually do not like wine that much, but this is delicious."
"I am glad you like it." There was an awkward silence for several moments. "We seem to have missed luncheon while we were in the forest; do you want anything to eat? Dinner should be soon."
"No thank you, I am not hungry." Legolas took a breath and steeled himself to say what he needed to say.
"Kika I. just thought of something I need to inform my father of. Shall I escort you to dinner tonight?" After a smile and nod from Kika, he left the room and closed the door behind him. However, once he was out in the hallway, he stood fixed outside the door.
What just happened? I was so ready to tell her, but something happened and I could not say the words I had been rehearsing all the way to her room. He shook his head in disgust at himself. I am the calmest elf there is in the midst of a fierce battle, but put me in a room alone with Kika and I am helpless. He turned and entered his own room. After retrieving his bow and quiver, he headed outside.
Before long Legolas was in the forest, heading for the place he always went when he needed to think. He was soon sitting in the arms of 'his' tree. How could he be so at ease with her but get so tongue-tied at the same time? This was more frustrating than anything he had ever encountered.
After dinner tonight, he thought. I will tell her then. I do not care how speechless I get then; I will sit there all night if that is necessary to get this out. It is not fair to me or her for me not to tell her. With this strong conviction in mind, he settled back in the boughs of the tree to relax until dinner.
When he returned to escort Kika to dinner, she had changed back into the red dress and once again he was entranced by her beauty. He, too, was quite a remarkable sight in his silver tunic, and throughout dinner each found it difficult to keep their eyes averted from the other. The elves seemed to notice Kika even more than the night before. The females looked on jealously as the males introduced themselves and openly flirted. Kika tried to be as polite as possible, but she soon tired of all the attention and longed to leave. Fortunately the meal ended soon and the more than slightly jealous prince found his way to her side. They exited as quickly as they civilly could.
When they reached their rooms, Kika started to say goodnight, but was stopped by Legolas. "Could I keep you to myself a few more moments? We could go into my room and sit, if you like."
