Love Never Expected (16)
Author E-mail: Dragonflyer89@aol.com
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters and I do not intend to
take or use them as my own.
(A/N: Thank you everyone who reads my story and especially my friends from
school like Ashley for supporting my writing. Please review, I'd really
appreciate it.)
Chapter 16: Unexpected Confrontations
Fleur and Legolas walked through the dense forest, taking in the breath taking beauty of the forest itself. The trees reached for what seemed like forever, the streams were crystal clear and made a slight rattling noise as its water passed over the smoothed out stones, and all around there were creatures going about their daily lives, stopping only to regard Fleur and Legolas as they passed by.
"It's amazing," Fleur said in awe, not taking her eyes off the surrounding beauty.
"Come, there is still much to see including the palace," Legolas suggested.
Fleur turned to him, "There's a palace in Mirkwood?"
Legolas chuckled, "Of course, where did you think the king and queen of Mirkwood lived?" Legolas grabbed Fleur's hand and guided her through a patch of thick bushes and then slowly up a slippery, steep side of what seemed like a mountain that appeared at the end of the forest. Fleur wondered why the rocks were moist and had a thin covering of...was it moss, or algae?
About a forth of the way up the mountain, Fleur and Legolas came to an opening large enough for them to climb through. "Is this how we enter Mirkwood?" Fleur asked, looking over the entrance.
"As a boy I used to explore the forests for secret passages. One day I stumbled on this entrance and ever since then I have frequently used it as a way out of the kingdom," Legolas replied, pulling Fleur into the entrance which turned into a short tunnel. The other end of it was partially covered in plants and whatever was not covered in plants, the vision was blurred by water rushing down. Fleur heard a far away rumbling.
"Are we under a waterfall?" Fleur asked, walking toward the end of the tunnel where Legolas stood waiting.
"Yes, it's the cause of the rumbling heard," Legolas replied. He and Fleur now stood at the opening of the tunnel.
"How are we going to get through without getting wet?" Fleur asked. As she looked towards Legolas she noticed he held his palm to the outpouring water. Fleur was about to question his actions when he spoke.
"Halencè nen," Legolas muttered, his eyes closed in hard concentration. Fleur was, in a way, enchanted by his words, spoken so softly, yet with so much power.
At first nothing appeared different, then suddenly the rumbling noise that obviated the water ceased. As Fleur looked back to the opening of the tunnel, she saw it was now clear of flowing water.
"It stopped," Fleur said abruptly, speaking more to herself then to Legolas.
"Yes, now follow me," Legolas replied, taking her hand and leading her to the outside. As he brushed away the lingering vines, Fleur's breath left her at the sight she saw.
Before them stood a village along a magnificent river, its buildings glistening with lights. The inhabitants could be heard speaking to one another in the walkways. Elves hustled around shops and bakeries, blacksmiths and armories. Gazing northward, Fleur stopped at the place she had been waiting to see, the elvish palace.
Fleur's eyes widened as she took in the magnificent sight. It seemed as if the palace itself came forth from the center of the titanic trees surrounding it. Even from a distance, Fleur could easily see it. The outside walls were of intertwined ivory and white bark, the trimmings on the doors, balconies, and windows were made of gold, the pathways around the palace were of set stone, carefully placed in the ground and perfectly smooth.
"You want to see what the inside is like?" Legolas asked, coming forth to stand next to her.
"Oh, yes, very much indeed," fleur replied, anticipation apparent in her tone. She turned to look upon Legolas, who, in turn, took her hand and began to lead her out.
"Then it shall be done."
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Fleur wrapped her arms around Legolas' waist, laid her head to rest on his back, and closed her eyes, grinning. Legolas had been looking over a book that had caught his attention, but, at Fleur's embrace, shut it and smiled, covering her hands with his on his waist. "So, you do like it, Fleur?" he asked, stroking her soft hand under his.
Fleur sighed, "Its...amazing." Fleur looked around her. Libraries had always given her a sort of boring and dull mentality, but this one was unlike any she had ever seen before. It contained beauty, elegance, and a sense wonder that she never dreamed one library could possess. The book shelves towered to the roof which was, beyond a doubt, at least three stories high.
Legolas turned to face her and wrapped his arms around her. He bent in for a kiss and she met him eagerly. Fleur's arm moved to the back of his neck to hold him there while her other stayed at his waist. She suddenly pulled back, but only about half an inch, their faces barely touching. Fleur looked at his eyes for some time, "You sure you don't want to..."
"No, not yet, but soon," Legolas said, cutting her off in a gentle voice. He leaned forward, restarting their kiss.
"Well, I didn't know they held snog sessions here. Maybe I should pay more attention to the bulletin board," stated a voice from behind them.
Fleur and Legolas turned to see a dark-haired woman clad in a black and blood red v-necked dress standing at the doorway. Fleur looked up at Legolas who wore a puzzled expression. Legolas only held Fleur closer, as if protecting her from an unseen force. "Hera, how nice to see you again," Legolas hesitantly greeted her.
Hera chuckled hauntingly, "Likewise, but I am curious as to know her name." She glared at Fleur as if she was the foulest creature on earth. Fleur wasn't intimidated by this though. She, after all, was use to these types of stares from the girls at Beauxbatons.
Legolas loosened his embrace on Fleur slightly, turning more to face Hera, "Her name is Fleur Delacour. She is my fiancée. Her parents and Father have arranged our marriage."
Hera arched her left eyebrow and sauntered towards the couple. She studied Fleur observantly. "Well, she looks nice, although I wouldn't have expected your father to have chosen someone who, in previous days, probably served her life out as a prostitute," Hera laughed.
Legolas looked furious at her statement, "Now hear this Hera, Fleur's family is one of the most esteemed families in Europe. If you proceed talking about her in such a matter, you will have me and Father, as well as the whole Delacour family, to face."
Hera only laughed at his statement, "You wouldn't really do that to me, would you Legolas? Even through all that we've been through together?"
"You play a fool's role here, Hera. If I remember correctly, wasn't it you who broke up with me? And because I supposedly didn't give you what you wanted?" Legolas replied coolly.
Hera narrowed her eyes at both of them, "Well, I can obviously see I am greatly disliked here." Hera suddenly looked to her right and beckoned to someone, "Come James, we have work to do."
Fleur's eyes widened when she saw a young man, around twenty with blond hair and pale skin, step out behind one of the book shelves. He was wearing a black leather jacket and pants with a black silk shirt on. 'Oh God, it's him,' she thought. Absentmindedly, Fleur strengthened her embrace around Legolas.
"Fleur, it's a pleasure to see you again, love," James grinned at the sight of Fleur.
Hera grinned, "Oh, yes, this is my new friend, James. I see Fleur has had his acquaintance already."
Fleur looked at him sharply, 'Acquaintance nothing...I dated him. What's he doing here? He's human. I thought Legolas had said humans weren't permitted here, only important ones. How important can he be?'
"Well, we simply must be going, see you later," Hera turned her back on them and, with James, walked out the door, leaving both Fleur and Legolas with questions for each other.
(A/N: Sorry I took so long, I had temporary writers block and some things going on in my life that held me back, well I hope you like this chapter and I'll be writing more soon, bye. *waves*)
Chapter 16: Unexpected Confrontations
Fleur and Legolas walked through the dense forest, taking in the breath taking beauty of the forest itself. The trees reached for what seemed like forever, the streams were crystal clear and made a slight rattling noise as its water passed over the smoothed out stones, and all around there were creatures going about their daily lives, stopping only to regard Fleur and Legolas as they passed by.
"It's amazing," Fleur said in awe, not taking her eyes off the surrounding beauty.
"Come, there is still much to see including the palace," Legolas suggested.
Fleur turned to him, "There's a palace in Mirkwood?"
Legolas chuckled, "Of course, where did you think the king and queen of Mirkwood lived?" Legolas grabbed Fleur's hand and guided her through a patch of thick bushes and then slowly up a slippery, steep side of what seemed like a mountain that appeared at the end of the forest. Fleur wondered why the rocks were moist and had a thin covering of...was it moss, or algae?
About a forth of the way up the mountain, Fleur and Legolas came to an opening large enough for them to climb through. "Is this how we enter Mirkwood?" Fleur asked, looking over the entrance.
"As a boy I used to explore the forests for secret passages. One day I stumbled on this entrance and ever since then I have frequently used it as a way out of the kingdom," Legolas replied, pulling Fleur into the entrance which turned into a short tunnel. The other end of it was partially covered in plants and whatever was not covered in plants, the vision was blurred by water rushing down. Fleur heard a far away rumbling.
"Are we under a waterfall?" Fleur asked, walking toward the end of the tunnel where Legolas stood waiting.
"Yes, it's the cause of the rumbling heard," Legolas replied. He and Fleur now stood at the opening of the tunnel.
"How are we going to get through without getting wet?" Fleur asked. As she looked towards Legolas she noticed he held his palm to the outpouring water. Fleur was about to question his actions when he spoke.
"Halencè nen," Legolas muttered, his eyes closed in hard concentration. Fleur was, in a way, enchanted by his words, spoken so softly, yet with so much power.
At first nothing appeared different, then suddenly the rumbling noise that obviated the water ceased. As Fleur looked back to the opening of the tunnel, she saw it was now clear of flowing water.
"It stopped," Fleur said abruptly, speaking more to herself then to Legolas.
"Yes, now follow me," Legolas replied, taking her hand and leading her to the outside. As he brushed away the lingering vines, Fleur's breath left her at the sight she saw.
Before them stood a village along a magnificent river, its buildings glistening with lights. The inhabitants could be heard speaking to one another in the walkways. Elves hustled around shops and bakeries, blacksmiths and armories. Gazing northward, Fleur stopped at the place she had been waiting to see, the elvish palace.
Fleur's eyes widened as she took in the magnificent sight. It seemed as if the palace itself came forth from the center of the titanic trees surrounding it. Even from a distance, Fleur could easily see it. The outside walls were of intertwined ivory and white bark, the trimmings on the doors, balconies, and windows were made of gold, the pathways around the palace were of set stone, carefully placed in the ground and perfectly smooth.
"You want to see what the inside is like?" Legolas asked, coming forth to stand next to her.
"Oh, yes, very much indeed," fleur replied, anticipation apparent in her tone. She turned to look upon Legolas, who, in turn, took her hand and began to lead her out.
"Then it shall be done."
**********
Fleur wrapped her arms around Legolas' waist, laid her head to rest on his back, and closed her eyes, grinning. Legolas had been looking over a book that had caught his attention, but, at Fleur's embrace, shut it and smiled, covering her hands with his on his waist. "So, you do like it, Fleur?" he asked, stroking her soft hand under his.
Fleur sighed, "Its...amazing." Fleur looked around her. Libraries had always given her a sort of boring and dull mentality, but this one was unlike any she had ever seen before. It contained beauty, elegance, and a sense wonder that she never dreamed one library could possess. The book shelves towered to the roof which was, beyond a doubt, at least three stories high.
Legolas turned to face her and wrapped his arms around her. He bent in for a kiss and she met him eagerly. Fleur's arm moved to the back of his neck to hold him there while her other stayed at his waist. She suddenly pulled back, but only about half an inch, their faces barely touching. Fleur looked at his eyes for some time, "You sure you don't want to..."
"No, not yet, but soon," Legolas said, cutting her off in a gentle voice. He leaned forward, restarting their kiss.
"Well, I didn't know they held snog sessions here. Maybe I should pay more attention to the bulletin board," stated a voice from behind them.
Fleur and Legolas turned to see a dark-haired woman clad in a black and blood red v-necked dress standing at the doorway. Fleur looked up at Legolas who wore a puzzled expression. Legolas only held Fleur closer, as if protecting her from an unseen force. "Hera, how nice to see you again," Legolas hesitantly greeted her.
Hera chuckled hauntingly, "Likewise, but I am curious as to know her name." She glared at Fleur as if she was the foulest creature on earth. Fleur wasn't intimidated by this though. She, after all, was use to these types of stares from the girls at Beauxbatons.
Legolas loosened his embrace on Fleur slightly, turning more to face Hera, "Her name is Fleur Delacour. She is my fiancée. Her parents and Father have arranged our marriage."
Hera arched her left eyebrow and sauntered towards the couple. She studied Fleur observantly. "Well, she looks nice, although I wouldn't have expected your father to have chosen someone who, in previous days, probably served her life out as a prostitute," Hera laughed.
Legolas looked furious at her statement, "Now hear this Hera, Fleur's family is one of the most esteemed families in Europe. If you proceed talking about her in such a matter, you will have me and Father, as well as the whole Delacour family, to face."
Hera only laughed at his statement, "You wouldn't really do that to me, would you Legolas? Even through all that we've been through together?"
"You play a fool's role here, Hera. If I remember correctly, wasn't it you who broke up with me? And because I supposedly didn't give you what you wanted?" Legolas replied coolly.
Hera narrowed her eyes at both of them, "Well, I can obviously see I am greatly disliked here." Hera suddenly looked to her right and beckoned to someone, "Come James, we have work to do."
Fleur's eyes widened when she saw a young man, around twenty with blond hair and pale skin, step out behind one of the book shelves. He was wearing a black leather jacket and pants with a black silk shirt on. 'Oh God, it's him,' she thought. Absentmindedly, Fleur strengthened her embrace around Legolas.
"Fleur, it's a pleasure to see you again, love," James grinned at the sight of Fleur.
Hera grinned, "Oh, yes, this is my new friend, James. I see Fleur has had his acquaintance already."
Fleur looked at him sharply, 'Acquaintance nothing...I dated him. What's he doing here? He's human. I thought Legolas had said humans weren't permitted here, only important ones. How important can he be?'
"Well, we simply must be going, see you later," Hera turned her back on them and, with James, walked out the door, leaving both Fleur and Legolas with questions for each other.
(A/N: Sorry I took so long, I had temporary writers block and some things going on in my life that held me back, well I hope you like this chapter and I'll be writing more soon, bye. *waves*)
