Love Never Expected (11/?)
Author E-mail: Dragonflyer89@aol.com
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters and I do not intend to use
or take them as my own.
(A/N: I know this isn't a very good chapter, but it does give another
problem to the story.)
Chapter 11: Mortals and Immortals
Fleur slowly opened her eyes, letting them adjust to the sunlight that was shining on them. She found another pair of blue eyes starring back at her. Fleur smiled as she starred back at Legolas lying on the bed a few feet away from her.
Legolas seemed better, if not completely recovered. He had returned to his pale composition once again; his face no longer distorted with looks of pain, but peaceful ones. Legolas had also stopped shaking and twisting as he had done before.
Fleur edged closer to Legolas as she whispered, "Morning. Are you alright?" To her surprise he didn't respond to her. She decided to try again, maybe he hadn't heard her. "Morning, Legolas. Are you feeling better?" Once again he failed to respond. Fleur, surprised and a bit worried, placed her hand on the side of his head and gently shook him, "Legolas, are you alright? Legolas?"
He shut his eyes and moaned. Taking in a deep breath and exhaling he turned to Fleur with sleepy eyes, "Hm, What's wrong Fleur?"
"Why didn't you answer me when I talked to you?" Fleur asked, curious about Legolas' actions.
Legolas involuntarily sighed at Fleur's question, "I didn't by any chance discuss with you the habits of elves did I?"
Fleur shook her head, "No, you didn't."
Legolas sighed again, "Elves, like myself, we sleep with our eyes open. I know it sounds strange, but what you saw was how I sleep."
Fleur's eyes grew wide, "Wow. What else can you elves do that humans, like myself, cannot do?"
Legolas sat up straight in the bed, propping himself on the bed post, "We have excellent hearing, we can run faster, walk on snow, have perfect archery skills and we're immortal."
Fleur was taken back by Legolas' last statement. "You're immortal? Legolas, I'm not immortal! How can this work out?" Fleur felt devastated, Legolas was immortal and she wasn't. They could never be together if he lived forever and she didn't.
"Don't worry, Fleur. Arrangements have already been made so that you will live centuries longer when you come to live with us."
Fleur was just calming down when a sudden thought came to her mind. "What about my family? Are they going to live with us as well?"
Legolas look up at Fleur, "I'm sorry. My father requested that only you were to be permitted into our kingdom."
"Why am I the only one allowed into your kingdom, Legolas?"
"Our people don't normally let humans live with us, only the ones of our liking. Bringing in too many humans would disrupt the magical forces surrounding us."
"That's not fair. My family will grow old and die while I still live! I can't bear to see that happen. I don't want to see my sister die before I do. Please, Legolas, let my sister live with us at least," Fleur begged Legolas.
"I'm sorry, Fleur. This is out of my hands."
"But you must be able to do something, Legolas. You're the Prince," Fleur cried. She wouldn't leave her sister behind to die, she couldn't bear the thought.
"Fleur, yes, I may be the Prince, but only the king obtains the authority and power to alter the laws," Legolas replied.
Fleur sighed heavily and leaned back against the bed post. "Then I can't marry you," Fleur said with a heavy heart.
Legolas closed his eyes tight, as if once again in great pain. "I understand if you don't want to marry me, but it would create a scandal in both our families that they won't take lightly."
"I don't care," replied Fleur. "I won't stand by and see my family grow old and die before my eyes."
"Be reasonable, Fleur. You'll still get to visit them when ever you wish," urged Legolas.
"Yes, but one day they'll die and I would get to see them again until I do," Fleur said, not letting the subject drop.
Legolas looked down at his hands in his lap in silence. Fleur turned toward him to find silent tears running down his cheeks.
"Legolas."
"Fleur, please. Don't make me suffer for my father's actions. I love you. I'll talk to my father. He may be stubborn, but he's not unreasonable."
Fleur looked at Legolas, "You love me?" She had heard this phrase told to her many times and from different people, but none heard as meaningful as when he said it.
"Yes, I love you."
"Legolas, why do you love me?" Fleur asked. She wanted to give him one final test on how he felt about her.
"Fleur words alone could not explain the way I feel about you. You're intelligent, loving, kind, gentle, caring," Legolas grinned, his eyes full of warmth. "You're beautiful, but beauty isn't everything."
Fleur beamed at Legolas as she leaned toward him. They caught each other in a kiss. Suddenly it was interrupted by another voice.
"Aw, how sweet," mocked a voice that came from the shadowed corners of the room.
Fleur and Legolas turned to see the woman, once locked up, step forth from the shadows.
Chapter 11: Mortals and Immortals
Fleur slowly opened her eyes, letting them adjust to the sunlight that was shining on them. She found another pair of blue eyes starring back at her. Fleur smiled as she starred back at Legolas lying on the bed a few feet away from her.
Legolas seemed better, if not completely recovered. He had returned to his pale composition once again; his face no longer distorted with looks of pain, but peaceful ones. Legolas had also stopped shaking and twisting as he had done before.
Fleur edged closer to Legolas as she whispered, "Morning. Are you alright?" To her surprise he didn't respond to her. She decided to try again, maybe he hadn't heard her. "Morning, Legolas. Are you feeling better?" Once again he failed to respond. Fleur, surprised and a bit worried, placed her hand on the side of his head and gently shook him, "Legolas, are you alright? Legolas?"
He shut his eyes and moaned. Taking in a deep breath and exhaling he turned to Fleur with sleepy eyes, "Hm, What's wrong Fleur?"
"Why didn't you answer me when I talked to you?" Fleur asked, curious about Legolas' actions.
Legolas involuntarily sighed at Fleur's question, "I didn't by any chance discuss with you the habits of elves did I?"
Fleur shook her head, "No, you didn't."
Legolas sighed again, "Elves, like myself, we sleep with our eyes open. I know it sounds strange, but what you saw was how I sleep."
Fleur's eyes grew wide, "Wow. What else can you elves do that humans, like myself, cannot do?"
Legolas sat up straight in the bed, propping himself on the bed post, "We have excellent hearing, we can run faster, walk on snow, have perfect archery skills and we're immortal."
Fleur was taken back by Legolas' last statement. "You're immortal? Legolas, I'm not immortal! How can this work out?" Fleur felt devastated, Legolas was immortal and she wasn't. They could never be together if he lived forever and she didn't.
"Don't worry, Fleur. Arrangements have already been made so that you will live centuries longer when you come to live with us."
Fleur was just calming down when a sudden thought came to her mind. "What about my family? Are they going to live with us as well?"
Legolas look up at Fleur, "I'm sorry. My father requested that only you were to be permitted into our kingdom."
"Why am I the only one allowed into your kingdom, Legolas?"
"Our people don't normally let humans live with us, only the ones of our liking. Bringing in too many humans would disrupt the magical forces surrounding us."
"That's not fair. My family will grow old and die while I still live! I can't bear to see that happen. I don't want to see my sister die before I do. Please, Legolas, let my sister live with us at least," Fleur begged Legolas.
"I'm sorry, Fleur. This is out of my hands."
"But you must be able to do something, Legolas. You're the Prince," Fleur cried. She wouldn't leave her sister behind to die, she couldn't bear the thought.
"Fleur, yes, I may be the Prince, but only the king obtains the authority and power to alter the laws," Legolas replied.
Fleur sighed heavily and leaned back against the bed post. "Then I can't marry you," Fleur said with a heavy heart.
Legolas closed his eyes tight, as if once again in great pain. "I understand if you don't want to marry me, but it would create a scandal in both our families that they won't take lightly."
"I don't care," replied Fleur. "I won't stand by and see my family grow old and die before my eyes."
"Be reasonable, Fleur. You'll still get to visit them when ever you wish," urged Legolas.
"Yes, but one day they'll die and I would get to see them again until I do," Fleur said, not letting the subject drop.
Legolas looked down at his hands in his lap in silence. Fleur turned toward him to find silent tears running down his cheeks.
"Legolas."
"Fleur, please. Don't make me suffer for my father's actions. I love you. I'll talk to my father. He may be stubborn, but he's not unreasonable."
Fleur looked at Legolas, "You love me?" She had heard this phrase told to her many times and from different people, but none heard as meaningful as when he said it.
"Yes, I love you."
"Legolas, why do you love me?" Fleur asked. She wanted to give him one final test on how he felt about her.
"Fleur words alone could not explain the way I feel about you. You're intelligent, loving, kind, gentle, caring," Legolas grinned, his eyes full of warmth. "You're beautiful, but beauty isn't everything."
Fleur beamed at Legolas as she leaned toward him. They caught each other in a kiss. Suddenly it was interrupted by another voice.
"Aw, how sweet," mocked a voice that came from the shadowed corners of the room.
Fleur and Legolas turned to see the woman, once locked up, step forth from the shadows.
