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I hope u like this chapter-even if it's short.
Chapter 14
Legolas stood in the middle of the room, looking so remorseful. I harden my heart for what I had to say. I had to be strong, for myself. I knew very well that if I let him, he would convince me to just forget what had happened-but I couldn't. I did love him, but my heart ached.
"Legolas, please, leave," I said creating a tension he hadn't counted on,
"Alatariel, please, I didn't mean to hurt you."
"NO! But you did hurt me! Legolas, you called me whore in front of all those people! You accused me of things I never did!"
"You did kiss Haldir!" He said; my temper rose.
"You just REFUSE to see the truth! Leave Legolas before we say and do things that we will regret."
"I could never regret loving you," he said his blue eyes shining. I steeled myself for the reply.
"Really? I'm starting to regret falling for you." Legolas didn't move, so I left. I walked numbly around the corridors. The realization was starting to sink in. I just told Legolas that I didn't love him. Then I thought about it. Perhaps I didn't love him, but no-. I was hopelessly confused at the entire affair. I went to a quiet spot far from the wandering eyes of the elves. I settled myself high amongst the branches, not caring that I was in a light nightgown.
I found solace among the trees, in the cool night air, but my solace was soon interrupted by my Lothorien kin-Haldir of course had sought me once again.
"You seek solitude once more, My Lady. Is it from everyone or just the fair Legolas?" I thought for a moment, and then decided I wished for his company.
"Just from Legolas, though, I would not call him fair."
"Is he not?"
"Fair in face, yet fell in heart," I said surprising myself. I then shook my head in dismay. I was terribly confused.
"I know not of what I say. Haldir, I am utterly confused."
"Give him time, Ala, he will understand."
"Sometimes I feel as if I don't want him to understand. I love him, yet my heart feels as if I've suddenly closed him off." I hung my head in despair. What was I to do?
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Legolas paced, round and round. He was angry and hurt. His footsteps were incredibly loud for that of an elf. Finding Ala's room confining and full of memories, Legolas left the room to stem his anger. He found himself moments later walking the calming paths of Lothorien. He walked through the gardens dwelling on why everything had come unraveled. It was if the tapestry they had been weaving had fray by fray fallen apart. While wondering the garden Legolas happened to come upon an old friend.
"Aryante?! What are you doing here?" The elf smiled sweetly. Her silvery-blond hair spooled elegantly around her slender waist, and her crystal blue eyes twinkled at the sight of Legolas.
"I thought if by chance you might seek refuge in Lothorien that you would enjoy company," she said, resting her hand on his arm. They walked around the fair city and spoke of many things.
Together they settled in the garden, Legolas content to be rid of the exhausting life he was living-if only for a fleeting moment. As Aryante spoke of their childhood, delving further back into the past, Legolas had a brief image of a small girl on the ground crying. He knew who it was, even if the memory was blurring. "So, my darling," said Aryante breaking through Legolas's thought, "tell me," she inched closer, "have you missed me?"
"Yes, of course, your one of my closest friends." Her eyes sparkled.
"How much have you missed me?" She said. Legolas looked at her, finding that their faces were entirely to close. Aryante closed the space between them. Legolas eyes widened in surprise. This was not what he wanted, and Aryante knew it. Legolas pulled her from his body. She looked confused, but he was no longer looking at her. Walking in the gardens were none-other than Alatariel and Haldir. Alatariel's eyes widened. She drew a shuddering breath before turning and running blindly far away from Legolas. The hatred burned in her. Hatred-a feeling she had never truly felt until that moment.
Haldir stared at Legolas, mirroring in his eyes the anger that he felt. They had been friends for many long years, yet now, now Haldir hardly knew the elf that stood before him. He turned and left, following a separate path than the one that Alatariel had taken.
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The next morning dawned, a dull gray, but it dawned nonetheless. I was in my room. I had no tears left in me. I was too angry, too hurt, and too worn to even begin to fathom the mind of the elf Prince. The previous night another vision had come, but this time I remembered only the constant ache that I felt, none of which was clear to me. I dressed. Not long after their came a knock. I opened the door obligingly. It was the last person I wanted to see.
"You," I said in disgust.
"Me."
I'm sorrryyyywails I'll update really soon-this was sorta a transition chapter. I hope you liked it nonetheless. Review, please?
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