Love is in the air…

La de da de da….

Can't remember the words…

Etc, etc….

So, he has admitted he loves her. Then he ran away. Nice of him. 

They have a really long conversation now. well, they did in the last chapter, but they have another one now! Just to be extra annoying. ^_^

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Chapter 14: Just Believe.

He did not know how long he had sat there when Beinlóth finally caught up with him. But his gaze remained fixed on the moon, his eyes did not falter. She stumbled to his side and knelt down beside him. Still, his gaze remained firmly fixed upon the moon.

"Legolas," she whispered, tears choking her voice.

No reply.

"Legolas, please talk to me," she begged, taking his hand.

He looked round at her, and she saw the tears still running freely down his face.

"Oh Legolas, I'm so sorry," she whispered, brushing them away gently. "But it is best that I go…"
"No, it isn't," he interrupted, grabbing her hand. He sat up a bit. "Stay here. When the War is over, I shall come back for you."

"That's what you always say," she answered. "Every time we have to part, you promise you will return for me."
"And I always have," he countered. "The first time, I was merely looking for Fán. Gwaloth saw me, and told me you were also in Milathon. I kept my promise that time. Then, when I came back, the village had been burned and ruined. Yet I still searched for you. We found Gwaloth, and buried her. I made another promise, when we were returning to Mirkwood, that I would once again, look for you. And I did. I must have left Mirkwood a hundred times over the past 77 years to look for you. Ever since you were taken from us, ever since your mother was killed, I have never stopped looking for you. The promise I made to your father, to look after you, I have tried my very best to keep. He was in my arms that night, an arrow protruding from his chest. He made me promise to protect both you and your mother. I promised, and then he died in my arms. Gwaloth was there, she saw and heard everything. We returned to Mirkwood, and I had the horrible duty of informing your mother that Brethil was dead. She collapsed, right there and then in front of me. When she wandered in the forest, I would follow, with at least six others. To protect her and you. I knew of the curse, and so I had to keep an eye on her, no matter what privacy she wanted. When the Orcs attacked, we fought for you, but still in vain. As soon as your mother was buried, I set out to look for you. Many times over the next fifteen years, I left and returned to Mirkwood with both high and low hopes. I have lost so many friends whilst trying to protect you and your family Beinlóth. Your father, mother, and Gwaloth, not forgetting the ones that thought I was mad, still believing that you were alive. I don't want to lose you as well, not after everything I have been through. I have fought for you Beinlóth. And I still will, if I have to. And, after all that, I think you can trust me, don't you?" He looked away.

She just gaped at him, unable to believe what he was telling her. "Legolas…I…" she faltered, not knowing what to say.

"No more words," he said softly. He rose to his feet, wiping away the leaves and bits of grass clinging to his tunic. "The others will be wondering where I am," he said, brushing his tears away. "I had better be getting back." He started to walk away, but she grabbed his arm and pulled him back. Her lips met his in a searing kiss.

They parted, and he gazed at her. "I am sorry," she sobbed. "But there is nothing else I can do, nowhere else I can go. There is no other path for me to take."

"Then take no path," he replied, holding her in place against him. "Stay here, in Lothlórien. Wander no more paths; ask no more questions about yourself. Forget the times that have gone by, all the bad and horrible things that have happened to you. Remain here, and await my return."

"But how long must I wait this time? The first time was 15 years, and then it increased to 60. What will the next number be Legolas? 100?"
"Of course not. Two at the most."

"But how do you know?" she asked, the tears still flowing. "How do you know that this War will be over in the next year, or even next few months?"

He shook his head. "I don't know Beinlóth, I believe. You have to believe in things, even things that seem silly to believe in. I always believed that I would find you again, and look what happened. I have to believe that we will win this War, and that Frodo will complete his task. It makes me stronger. Why don't you believe in me?"

"I do, it's just…"

"Well then. I am not going to just let you walk away and sail over the Sea. I am not going to stand by, and watch you throw your life away. Once you leave Middle-Earth, you can never return."

"I know that. But what is here for me?"
"Me," he replied simply, his forehead leaning against hers. He kissed her again. "Isn't that enough?"

"I don't know," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Take the chance," he urged her. "Believe."

She nodded against his chest.

"Ok." 

****

They returned to the dancing much later, hand in hand. Their eyes were no longer red, the tear stains no longer visible. They had talked for a lot longer, deciding and re-deciding things. Legolas had managed to persuade her to wait for him in Lothlórien, and assured her that he would return, no matter what it took.

Before they came into sight of everyone else, he stopped and pulled her close to him. "Remember," he told her, stroking her cheek. "Remember what we decided. Just act normal."

She nodded. "I'll be fine, stop fussing." They shared a passionate kiss, then re-entered the clearing.

They went their separate ways, Beinlóth over to her friends, Legolas back to the Fellowship. The Hobbits were still dancing, and the other three were talking. When Legolas sat down, they looked at him.

"Where've you been?" Aragorn asked.

"Talking."
"With who?"
"Beinlóth."
"Who's she?"
"The leader."

"Oh, right." Aragorn could see his friend was distracted, and that he wouldn't get more than a two-word answer out of him that night. He turned back to Boromir and Gimli.

"What's up with the Elf?" Gimli asked in a whisper.

"Haven't got a clue," Aragorn replied. "Just leave him be. He's better when he's alone."

Legolas could quite clearly hear their conversation, even above the noise of the music, and he smiled to himself. Aragorn knew him so well; it was almost comical. He took a sip of wine, and watched the dancing.

They slept in flets that night, even thought the Hobbits and Gimli were not completely happy with this arrangement.

"Fine then," Beinlóth had told them firmly. "Dig a hole in the ground, and be founds by the Orcs that are on their way here. But you'll be fighting alone."

That got them into the trees.

The next day, they set off for Lothlórien again. Beinlóth led them there, Legolas by her side. No words passed between them, just looks and a few small gestures. Every now and then, Legolas hand would just brush hers, and hers would do the same.

Not long after, they came across Haldir and his scout. He downright refused to let them into his City. First Beinlóth talked to him, begged him to let them in.

"Saes Haldir. Nante harna, mí ar et. Tulya-me mí. (Please Haldir. They are hurt, inside and out. Lead us in.)" 

"Avánnye láva-sina ulco-minna Lothlórien! (I will not allow this evil into Lothlórien!)" he argued.

She threw her hands up in despair. "Teréva! Láva-tetien nna na mí maice! (Fine! Allow them to be in pain!)" She stormed away.

Then Aragorn had a go. He was calmer and more relaxed than Beinlóth, who had said she had reasons for her anger. She sat in a corner, fuming. Legolas would go and comfort her, but he had to stand by Haldir and Aragorn, so no one could listen in. 

Eventually, after much talking and debating, Haldir led them in, though it was clear he thought it wrong. Beinlóth walked up at the front with him.

"Diolla lle Haldir," she whispered, linking her arm through his as they walked.

He raised an eyebrow, but made no comment. She grinned to herself.

"You have learnt Elvish," Legolas whispered to her as she fell into step beside him. 

"Yes, and I am so glad I have. It is a beautiful language."

"Did it feel natural, to learn it?"
"One of the most natural things I have ever done." Her hand slipped into his, and he squeezed it. She squeezed his in return.

They reached Caras Galadhon, and talked long with the Lord and Lady. They then retired to their camp. Beinlóth however, did not stay with them. She went off to her own camp, once she and Haldir had made sure that the Fellowship were all settled in.

Over the next month, she spent as much time as she could with Legolas. They would walk together through the woods talking about the past, and the possible future. Legolas told her the full tale of the Ring, and she told him what had happened to her over the past 60 years. They both had so many stories to tell, yet so little time.  

As Beinlóth watched Legolas help Gimli into the small boat, then sit down behind him, she felt the tears well up. She swallowed bravely, and smiled at Legolas. He smiled back, then they pushed the boat out from the shore into the River. She watched them sail away, until they were nothing but tiny dots on the horizon. Then, she walked slowly and sadly back to the City.

"Do not grieve for him Beinlóth," said a soft voice. Beinlóth looked up into the eyes of Galadriel. The Queen smiled down at her. "He is gone, yes, but not forever. He will return for you, or you may even go to him. But you will see each other again."

"How do you know this my Lady?"

"I don't know," Galadriel replied, smiling.

"I believe."

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