Disclaimer - Damn these little disclaimers, I keep on forgetting to tell
you all that none of Tolkien's universe belongs to me . . .but you all know
that, right? Larien mine, Tarí mine, Haldir, Rúmil and Orophin not mine.
*Mumble mumble* Blasted escaping elves, forgetting their promises to stay
with me. *pout* Legolas not mine, but my plans for the recapture of certain
pesky elves will also include the capture of this one.
Longer chapter ahead to make up for not updating for a while. :oD Please don't hurt me!
Chapter 10
She walked for hours, wandering aimlessly, not thinking about where her feet were taking her. It was not due to get dark for hours yet, so she was not worried about straying too far. It was not until she was practically upon them that she realised she was walking towards the clearing where the fellowship were staying.
"Larien! It is good to see you once again!" came Aragorn's voice as he approached her and drew her into a brotherly embrace. "I did not dare hope you would have time to visit us again."
"There will always be time for meeting friends," she replied, returning the embrace.
"Tell me, what news is there since I last crossed these borders? For our last meeting concerned business and I did not have the chance to ask how you fared."
"I am well, thank you Aragorn, and yourself? How goes your courtship with the Lady Galadriel's granddaughter?" Aragorn sighed.
"Alas, I am still having trouble convincing Lord Elrond, but I have hope."
"Estel, the ever-hopeful," Larien smiled sympathetically.
"And yourself, Larien? I hear whispers that you too are in love."
"Those whispers speak the truth, for Haldir and I are in love," she blushed. Aragorn grinned widely as the rumours he had heard were confirmed.
"I am pleased for you, Larien, for it was clear, even eight and thirty years ago when I was last here, that there were more than sibling feelings between you."
"How is it that all knew about our love except Haldir and myself?" she joked.
"It is often the case that those who are close do not realise the extent of their love for one another. But come, walk with me and we shall talk some more out of the hearing of certain curious halflings," he continued with a sly grin as they noticed the inquisitive hobbits creep up on them.
"Tell me, how was it that Haldir and yourself finally realised your feelings?" Aragorn continued as they walked further into the woods.
"Rúmil and Orophin had a hand in that, I fear," she replied with a wry smile. "Although I do not know whether it was a good idea on their part." Aragorn turned to look at her more closely.
"Why do you say that, Larien?"
"I wonder whether it would have been wiser never to have admitted these feelings to each other, for they seem to bring only pain." She paused as Aragorn sat on a tree root, motioning her to sit beside him. "I can see his face so clearly in my mind when I close my eyes, and the feeling that accompanies it hurts too much to think this is right." Aragorn reached out and laid his large hand over hers.
"You and I are the lucky ones. Countless have bonded and never felt that pain you speak of. Every time I see Arwen's face before mine in a dream, the pain intensifies. I wonder whether I shall ever see her again, whether I am doing the right thing by loving her, and the thought of her not being in my life pains me so much, sometimes I cannot breathe." Larien looked up at his face to see a thin trail glistening down the man's cheek. "You are young yet in elven terms, but do not give this up, for the pain is one that many spend their whole lives searching for."
"The arguments? The cold silences? The furious glares?"
"Everything. Do you think his attitude would matter as much to you if you were not to feel so strongly for him?" Larien took a second to run this new idea through her head. Aragorn was right. Being centuries younger than her, he was much wiser.
"I should talk to him," she decided. "I cannot live knowing he is angry and not knowing why." Aragorn nodded contentedly, glad he had done his part in helping along a fledgling relationship. "Now tell me more about Lord Elrond's displeasure."
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It was not until nightfall that Larien returned to her telain. She had not been to check on Rúmil and was feeling guilty, but there was no way the healers would let her see him at this late time. She quickly changed out of the day's attire and pulled on some clean clothes before strapping on her weapons once again and heading out to the training grounds. She knew she was not going to be able to sleep, so she had decided to practice her archery.
As she approached the grounds however, she caught sight of a tall, slim figure already there. She pondered whether to make her presence known, or to return to her telain and hope for sleep to come over her, until Legolas raised his voice.
"Greetings, my friend. I heard your approach from afar." He squinted as he searched the darkness for a familiar face.
"It is I, Larien," she revealed. "I apologise for interrupting your practice, I shall return at another time."
"Wait!" Legolas called her back. "You do not disturb me, for I was coming to the end of my archery practice and was about to brush up on my hand-to- hand combat. Would you join me? For I need a partner with whom to train."
"I am afraid you will not find me a worthy adversary for my forte is archery."
"As is mine, therefore is it not natural that we both help each other improve our other skills?" he persisted. Larien inclined her head.
"If you insist, Legolas. Would you care for the sword or the knives?"
"I believe the knives would be the wiser choice, for I can always persuade Aragorn to spar with me with the sword," was his reply. They both unsheathed their elven knives, the polished metal gleaming in the moonlight. "Shall we begin?" was his warning as he launched himself at her, attacking rapidly and smoothly.
Larien took up a defensive stance as she blocked his potentially lethal thrusts. The clash of knives echoed around the grounds as they sparred, the concentration evident on their faces. Larien soon found that Legolas was exaggerating his lack of skill with the knives, for he was far better than he had led her to believe, but she refused to back down, putting into action every flick of the blade, every trick that Haldir had ever taught her. She also noticed that Legolas was not as strong as Haldir, although he was just as skilled, if not more so, and so she attempted to use that weakness against him. Soon, she managed to flick one of Legolas' blades out of his hand using one of Haldir's oldest and most useful tricks taught to her many centuries ago, but this did not slow the prince down as he rolled over the grassy ground and flicked the errant blade up into his hand once again. This move had, however, changed the fight so that Legolas was now on the defensive, leaving Larien free to work on her attack.
Once again, the two elves circled each other, blades clashing in the night air, neither of them wanting to give in, or let any moments of weakness show to their opponents. During one of Larien's thrusts however, Legolas lunged towards her unprotected left side, making her draw her weight back on to her left foot, and simultaneously extending his leg to catch her knee, making her trip and fall onto the ground. Legolas stood over her, knives arranged in a scissor fashion against her neck.
"I believe you would be dead now, had I not been a mere training partner," he grinned as he put away his knives. But Larien had been in this position many times before, and knew very well how to get out of the clutches of a smug champion.
"I believe," she returned as she raised her knees to catch the backs of his knees, kicking his legs from under him, "that you would be orc meat, had you been as smug on the battlefield!" He had landed heavily onto his knees and fallen forwards onto her as she completed her manoeuvre.
"I do believe you are correct, for I am unbearably smug when I win." He remained in his position, lying on top of Larien, staring into her eyes. Larien did not dare struggle or even breathe, but her eyes widened in apprehension. His hand rose to her face as he stroked her cheek gently, wiping away stray strands of silver hair. "You fear me, Larien?" he asked, but she remained silent, surprise silencing her tongue. His pupils were wide, making his blue eyes seem darker as he lowered his head towards her, a sheet of golden hair hanging like a curtain around them. She closed her eyes, begging this to be a dream, but instead she felt the warmth of his lips brushing her own.
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Legolas sighted along the arrow currently notched in his bow as his mind wandered over the day's events. He had particularly enjoyed the day he had spent with Larien, having learnt much about the Galadhrim, and getting closer to the elf maiden who had startled him during their first meeting. He had never met anyone like Larien, and despite not having spent long with her, she was beginning to grow on him as something other than a talented archer and a friend.
The arrow flew straight and true into the centre of the target, and he smiled, content that his aim was not slipping. Suddenly, the soft crack of a twig underfoot alerted him to another person's presence. He froze, knowing it could not be an enemy, for it would not have gotten past the wardens. Strange then, that an elf wanted to use the training ground this late at night, but then again, he himself was training here at this time. Without turning, he spoke to the intruder.
"Greetings, my friend. I heard your approach from afar." He turned slowly and peered through the shadows cast by the trees trying to identify the stranger.
"It is I, Larien," came the female voice in which he had blissfully lost himself that day. "I apologise for interrupting your training, I shall return at another time." His heart seemed to jump at her voice, and he called out to her again, anxious not to let her get away.
"Wait! You do not disturb me, for I was coming to the end of my archery practice and was about to brush up on my hand-to-hand combat. Would you join me? For I need a partner with whom to train." After all, this was as good a reason to convince her to stay as any.
"I am afraid you will not find me a worthy adversary for my forte is archery," she replied sweetly.
"As is mine, therefore is it not natural that we both help each other improve our other skills?" he improvised wildly.
"If you insist, Legolas. Would you care for the sword or the knives?" she asked, reaching for her weapons.
"I believe the knives would be the wiser choice, for I can always persuade Aragorn to spar with me with the sword," he replied, before silently adding and there is more contact between opponents with the knives as he drew out his own knives. "Shall we begin?"
The fight that ensued was close, although Legolas knew he could win it if he were to try. Larien flicked one of his knives onto the ground, which he rapidly recovered, only to face the onslaught of her renewed attack. He could feel his blood pounding in his ears, although he could not be sure whether it was due to the exertion, or the sight of Larien, flushed and with a determined look on her face, trying to defeat him. He knew then that this was no helpless maiden but one with passion and courage, and he longed even more to become closer to her. In a quick, impatient move he had her on the floor with his own knives at her neck in a victorious stance.
"I believe you would be dead now, had I not been a mere training partner," he smiled as he sheathed his knives, knowing that he had proven his point.
"I believe," she began as her knees suddenly made contact with the backs of his knees, causing them to buckle and fall on top of her, "that you would be orc meat, had you been as smug on the battlefield!" He stared into her eyes, caught off guard by the suddenness of their closeness. "I do believe you are correct, for I am unbearably smug when I win," he whispered in return. His hand rose to stroke her face almost unbidden, as he struggled to control the need to feel her skin against his. Her eyes widened nervously.
"You fear me, Larien?" She did not answer, instead looked back into his eyes. He searched her face, his eyes lingering on her soft, inviting lips, and before he knew it, he was leaning into her, needing to feel her breath on him, her lips on his own. As their lips touched, Legolas felt an as yet unknown emotion surge through him before she suddenly wriggled from under him.
"Legolas, what are you doing?" she demanded. She stood above him, an imposing figure with her hair flying round her face, clutching her knives menacingly. Confusion enveloped him as he rapidly replayed the events of the past few minutes in his head. Had he misunderstood her friendship, or was there something deeper? She did not wait for him to explain, turning and running through the woods, her hair streaming behind her.
Legolas sat in his same position for some moments before hearing someone approach from the opposite direction. He raised his head in time to see Haldir approaching him at a run.
"I heard fighting. Is there something wrong, your highness?" he asked only slightly breathlessly.
"No, Haldir, all is well. I was simply sparring with Larien." There was a pause as Legolas collected his thoughts.
"Is there something else?" Haldir asked, breaking into his thoughts.
"Haldir, you know Larien well. I need advice as to how to pursue her." Legolas watched as Haldir stiffened perceptibly. "I trust you do not object to my attraction to your sister?" he added as an afterthought.
"What are your intentions towards Larien?" Haldir snapped.
"You must admit she is desirable. Her beauty is no less than that of the fairest of elves, and yet she chooses to fight among the warriors of your people clad in unbecoming tunics. She has the strength of will and temperament, yet it does not mar her gentle personality, instead adding a thread of steel to her good nature. Haldir, I believe I am falling in love with her. See me not as the one to take her from your side, but as a brother who wishes to love and cherish your sister." Legolas paused as he looked upon Haldir, searching his face to see how the larger elf was taking his heartfelt admission. Haldir's face was expressionless, only his eyes betraying what he was feeling. They seemed to be spitting fire as he stood still as stone, looking down on him. "I do not wish to cause you any offence, nor do I wish to dishonour Larien or your family, which is why I ask for your permission to continue courting her. Do I have your blessing?"
"You do not," came Haldir's reply with barely suppressed fury. Legolas furrowed his brow in confusion.
"Believe me, Haldir, I do not mean any harm. If you believe I shall leave Larien for another pretty face once I leave Lothlórien, you are mistaken. Larien has captured my heart and I will forever remain faithful to her." Legolas paused to see what effect this was having on Haldir's mood. The elf remained still, the fury in his grey eyes not diminished in any way. Legolas continued. "Certainly there is a possibility that I shall not survive this quest, but the knowledge that Larien is awaiting me will give me increased incentive to avoid death for longer." Still he remained silent as Legolas continued, determined to alleviate all Haldir's fears. "I understand you may want to save Larien the heartache should I die in battle, but surely she has the right to know I would give my heart to her, and in doing so, give her the choice of giving hers to me." Legolas waited patiently, having said all he needed to say, before Haldir finally moved. It was almost imperceptibly at first, as his sword arm rose almost of its own volition, before it lowered once more.
"I will say this, and I suggest you listen very carefully, your highness, for I shall only say it the once," Haldir whispered slowly as he glared down at the prince. "If I ever see you talking to Larien, looking at Larien, or anywhere near Larien, I shall personally throw you out of Lothlórien myself and leave you at the mercy of the orcs. I would rather lose my status as marchwarden and be evicted from my home than have you breathe the same air as Larien," he finished as his steely eyes bored into the young prince's face. "Have I made myself clear, your highness?"
"Perfectly, Haldir," he replied somewhat awed by the older elf's presence and strength of character. His mind went blank as he attempted, and failed to outstare the legendary marchwarden. "I must return to my companions," he finally stammered as he turned and disappeared into the woods, wondering what it was about the elf that inspired such terror into him. Legolas strode lightly towards the fellowship, kicking himself mentally for having crumbled so easily under Haldir's penetrating stare. He certainly had no intention of halting his pursuit of Larien, but he needed more information about her and her brothers before attempting to get close to her once again.
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Haldir was striding through the woods of Lothlórien, attempting to search for Larien whilst seeming to be taking a stroll among the mallorn trees. Orophin had taken him aside as he came away from his watch and had spoken frankly about his relationship with Larien. Although he would not admit it, Haldir was becoming increasingly irrational and beginning to take out his frustration on others around him. When finally Orophin left him with his thoughts, he came to realise that unless matters were to change, he was in danger of losing his reputation as a just and even-tempered leader. His decision to seek out Larien and confront her with her inexcusable behaviour was the fruit of his contemplation, and the reason behind his late-night stroll.
He was not sure what to expect when he finally found her, or what her reaction would be, and so he was lost in thought when he heard a frantic scuffle close by, followed by arguing voices. He turned and ran towards the source of the noises, knowing it could not be intruders so far into the woods, yet alert nonetheless. As he entered the training grounds, he saw Legolas sprawled on the ground, a surprised expression on his flawless face. He stopped abruptly before addressing him.
"I heard fighting. Is there something wrong, your highness?"
"No, Haldir, all is well. I was simply sparring with Larien." Haldir's gaze intensified as he heard him name the very person he was looking for. He waited for an explanation from Legolas, but Legolas remained silent.
"Is there something else?" Haldir asked.
"Haldir, you know Larien well. I need advice as to how to pursue her." Haldir stiffened at his words. Surely Legolas was not insinuating what he thought. "I trust you do not object to my attraction to your sister?" Legolas continued.
"What are your intentions towards Larien?" Haldir snapped not trusting himself to say anything more, and listening in disbelief as Legolas poured out his heart to him. Haldir's face grew dark as an oblivious Legolas waxed lyrically about his loved one.
"I do not wish to cause you any offence, nor do I wish to dishonour Larien or your family," Legolas finally came to the end of his adoring speech, "which is why I ask for your permission to continue courting her. Do I have your blessing?" Haldir could barely suppress his fury as he watched the light in Legolas' eyes as the young elf thought about Larien. How dare the little upstart make his intentions known to Larien? Or to anyone else for that matter? How dare he believe that Larien would fall for his attentions? The elfling had stars before his eyes.
"You do not," Haldir managed to utter through clenched teeth, aware of the repercussions were he to strike the Prince of Mirkwood. Legolas' brow furrowed in confusion before he continued with his explanations and reasons as to why he should be allowed to court Larien. Finally Legolas fell silent, apparently having finished his plea for Haldir's approval. Haldir watched Legolas with barely concealed fury as the young prince waited for an answer. Haldir fought with the almost uncontrollable desire to challenge the royal elfling. His sword arm rose for the hilt of his sword begging for permission to strike down the impudent elf in front of him, before he fought back the almost irrepressible urge and lowered it once again to his side. He swallowed some of his rage and carefully formed the words intended to ensure Legolas kept his distance from Larien.
"I will say this, and I suggest you listen very carefully, your highness, for I shall only say it the once. If I ever see you talking to Larien, looking at Larien, or anywhere near Larien, I shall personally throw you out of Lothlórien myself and leave you at the mercy of the orcs. I would rather lose my status as marchwarden and be evicted from my home than have you breathe the same air as Larien," he told the young prince who looked back at him with wide, surprised eyes. "Have I made myself clear, your highness?"
"Perfectly, Haldir," came the measured reply as Haldir held his stare long enough to make him uncomfortable. "I must return to my companions," Legolas finally stammered as he turned and disappeared into the woods, leaving Haldir in no doubt as to whom had emerged the victor during their encounter. Larien and himself may be experiencing a turbulent glitch in their relationship, but there was no way he was going to allow the haughty and egotistical Prince Legolas to come close to her.
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Ilúvien - I take your point. I can understand why you feel that way about Larien in particular, although in my (and her!) defence, I must add that this IS her first relationship, and how many of us get our first relationship right? But I will address her attitude in coming chapters, and, yes, possibly slap them both a little too! :oD
Auror198 - Hmm, interesting point. So you don't think she's actually in love with Haldir? I refer you to the points I made to Ilúvien. I can understand why you both feel that way, but I'm hoping to convince you both otherwise! Larien's a bit on the young side, and maybe THAT'S what makes her not such a good match for Haldir, but she does love him.
Nika-Chan - If you love Haldir jealous, you'll have loved this chapter and the next couple too! ;o)
Nethene Khthon - Feeding Haldir obsessions has become my calling ;o) Glad you like it. I'm not sure I understand what you mean by "more than a one time gig" though. You mean have things occurring throughout the day? The only reason I have had to confine the action to the evening is because they're at work all day, usually alone, so nothing can happen. Plus, I wouldn't jeopardise the safety of Lothlórien by distracting a warden!! :o)
Stardust - Larien is pitifully inexperienced, I'm afraid, hence her innocence and mistakes in her relationship. But she learns fast, I can tell you! ;o)
TigerLily713 - Thanks! I know I've delayed a bit with this chapter, but it's a long one, so I think I've made up for it!
Val :oP - *wide grin* Fabulous story?? Thanks! I've got the feeling you're only one of many who'd like to spank Haldir though, but in return for that fabulous compliment, I'll put you at the front of the queue! :oD
Tap-dancing Hobbit - Hmm, Orlando with dark hair and blond eyebrows, now that WOULD be seriously unsexy! I won't even mention the possibility of having Legolas have dark hair, cos I just know I'll be inundated with death threats! ;o)
Lady of Legolas - Don't worry, if Legolas tries anything else on, Haldir will soon put a stop to his flirting. Probably to the despair of all the Legolas-luvers in ME!
sokochan - Poor Legolas still hasn't cottoned on to the fact that Larien may already be in a relationship with another, the silly elf! Don't worry though, Haldir will sort him out. Whether it'll be by force or not is something I'm not willing to tell yet! ;o)
Rayvin813 - D'you know, in those pics of Pirates of the Caribbean, I'm having trouble focusing solely on Orli! Johnny Depp looks damn good in that long hair and open shirt!! :oD They kinda look a little alike, don't you think?
American Elf - I'm updating, I'm updating!! And thanks, I'm glad you're enjoying it!
lausie - I WAS going to leave the question of the meeting with Galadriel up in the air, but you've given me a fantastic idea as to how to use it in the fic! So therefore, I can't tell you what that was all about! :oD
gAmBiT - You've changed your penname!! You lucky thing, having time off school! Obviously not so good for the SARS victims, but if they insist on closing the schools, why not take advantage of the time, right?! And what better way than to read and review this fic, right?! :oD THANK YOU, you crazy chick!
JadeGoddess - Lol, I WAS joking! :oP I like your insights, they put an element of doubt into the reader! As for Haldir lightening up, do you really want that? Wouldn't that be a departure from the moody, silent, passionate elf we know and love?
padawan_jinx - Oh dear, and to think that Larien STILL refuses to listen to you telling her to figure it out! There's just no helping some people, is there?! ;o)
Longer chapter ahead to make up for not updating for a while. :oD Please don't hurt me!
Chapter 10
She walked for hours, wandering aimlessly, not thinking about where her feet were taking her. It was not due to get dark for hours yet, so she was not worried about straying too far. It was not until she was practically upon them that she realised she was walking towards the clearing where the fellowship were staying.
"Larien! It is good to see you once again!" came Aragorn's voice as he approached her and drew her into a brotherly embrace. "I did not dare hope you would have time to visit us again."
"There will always be time for meeting friends," she replied, returning the embrace.
"Tell me, what news is there since I last crossed these borders? For our last meeting concerned business and I did not have the chance to ask how you fared."
"I am well, thank you Aragorn, and yourself? How goes your courtship with the Lady Galadriel's granddaughter?" Aragorn sighed.
"Alas, I am still having trouble convincing Lord Elrond, but I have hope."
"Estel, the ever-hopeful," Larien smiled sympathetically.
"And yourself, Larien? I hear whispers that you too are in love."
"Those whispers speak the truth, for Haldir and I are in love," she blushed. Aragorn grinned widely as the rumours he had heard were confirmed.
"I am pleased for you, Larien, for it was clear, even eight and thirty years ago when I was last here, that there were more than sibling feelings between you."
"How is it that all knew about our love except Haldir and myself?" she joked.
"It is often the case that those who are close do not realise the extent of their love for one another. But come, walk with me and we shall talk some more out of the hearing of certain curious halflings," he continued with a sly grin as they noticed the inquisitive hobbits creep up on them.
"Tell me, how was it that Haldir and yourself finally realised your feelings?" Aragorn continued as they walked further into the woods.
"Rúmil and Orophin had a hand in that, I fear," she replied with a wry smile. "Although I do not know whether it was a good idea on their part." Aragorn turned to look at her more closely.
"Why do you say that, Larien?"
"I wonder whether it would have been wiser never to have admitted these feelings to each other, for they seem to bring only pain." She paused as Aragorn sat on a tree root, motioning her to sit beside him. "I can see his face so clearly in my mind when I close my eyes, and the feeling that accompanies it hurts too much to think this is right." Aragorn reached out and laid his large hand over hers.
"You and I are the lucky ones. Countless have bonded and never felt that pain you speak of. Every time I see Arwen's face before mine in a dream, the pain intensifies. I wonder whether I shall ever see her again, whether I am doing the right thing by loving her, and the thought of her not being in my life pains me so much, sometimes I cannot breathe." Larien looked up at his face to see a thin trail glistening down the man's cheek. "You are young yet in elven terms, but do not give this up, for the pain is one that many spend their whole lives searching for."
"The arguments? The cold silences? The furious glares?"
"Everything. Do you think his attitude would matter as much to you if you were not to feel so strongly for him?" Larien took a second to run this new idea through her head. Aragorn was right. Being centuries younger than her, he was much wiser.
"I should talk to him," she decided. "I cannot live knowing he is angry and not knowing why." Aragorn nodded contentedly, glad he had done his part in helping along a fledgling relationship. "Now tell me more about Lord Elrond's displeasure."
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It was not until nightfall that Larien returned to her telain. She had not been to check on Rúmil and was feeling guilty, but there was no way the healers would let her see him at this late time. She quickly changed out of the day's attire and pulled on some clean clothes before strapping on her weapons once again and heading out to the training grounds. She knew she was not going to be able to sleep, so she had decided to practice her archery.
As she approached the grounds however, she caught sight of a tall, slim figure already there. She pondered whether to make her presence known, or to return to her telain and hope for sleep to come over her, until Legolas raised his voice.
"Greetings, my friend. I heard your approach from afar." He squinted as he searched the darkness for a familiar face.
"It is I, Larien," she revealed. "I apologise for interrupting your practice, I shall return at another time."
"Wait!" Legolas called her back. "You do not disturb me, for I was coming to the end of my archery practice and was about to brush up on my hand-to- hand combat. Would you join me? For I need a partner with whom to train."
"I am afraid you will not find me a worthy adversary for my forte is archery."
"As is mine, therefore is it not natural that we both help each other improve our other skills?" he persisted. Larien inclined her head.
"If you insist, Legolas. Would you care for the sword or the knives?"
"I believe the knives would be the wiser choice, for I can always persuade Aragorn to spar with me with the sword," was his reply. They both unsheathed their elven knives, the polished metal gleaming in the moonlight. "Shall we begin?" was his warning as he launched himself at her, attacking rapidly and smoothly.
Larien took up a defensive stance as she blocked his potentially lethal thrusts. The clash of knives echoed around the grounds as they sparred, the concentration evident on their faces. Larien soon found that Legolas was exaggerating his lack of skill with the knives, for he was far better than he had led her to believe, but she refused to back down, putting into action every flick of the blade, every trick that Haldir had ever taught her. She also noticed that Legolas was not as strong as Haldir, although he was just as skilled, if not more so, and so she attempted to use that weakness against him. Soon, she managed to flick one of Legolas' blades out of his hand using one of Haldir's oldest and most useful tricks taught to her many centuries ago, but this did not slow the prince down as he rolled over the grassy ground and flicked the errant blade up into his hand once again. This move had, however, changed the fight so that Legolas was now on the defensive, leaving Larien free to work on her attack.
Once again, the two elves circled each other, blades clashing in the night air, neither of them wanting to give in, or let any moments of weakness show to their opponents. During one of Larien's thrusts however, Legolas lunged towards her unprotected left side, making her draw her weight back on to her left foot, and simultaneously extending his leg to catch her knee, making her trip and fall onto the ground. Legolas stood over her, knives arranged in a scissor fashion against her neck.
"I believe you would be dead now, had I not been a mere training partner," he grinned as he put away his knives. But Larien had been in this position many times before, and knew very well how to get out of the clutches of a smug champion.
"I believe," she returned as she raised her knees to catch the backs of his knees, kicking his legs from under him, "that you would be orc meat, had you been as smug on the battlefield!" He had landed heavily onto his knees and fallen forwards onto her as she completed her manoeuvre.
"I do believe you are correct, for I am unbearably smug when I win." He remained in his position, lying on top of Larien, staring into her eyes. Larien did not dare struggle or even breathe, but her eyes widened in apprehension. His hand rose to her face as he stroked her cheek gently, wiping away stray strands of silver hair. "You fear me, Larien?" he asked, but she remained silent, surprise silencing her tongue. His pupils were wide, making his blue eyes seem darker as he lowered his head towards her, a sheet of golden hair hanging like a curtain around them. She closed her eyes, begging this to be a dream, but instead she felt the warmth of his lips brushing her own.
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Legolas sighted along the arrow currently notched in his bow as his mind wandered over the day's events. He had particularly enjoyed the day he had spent with Larien, having learnt much about the Galadhrim, and getting closer to the elf maiden who had startled him during their first meeting. He had never met anyone like Larien, and despite not having spent long with her, she was beginning to grow on him as something other than a talented archer and a friend.
The arrow flew straight and true into the centre of the target, and he smiled, content that his aim was not slipping. Suddenly, the soft crack of a twig underfoot alerted him to another person's presence. He froze, knowing it could not be an enemy, for it would not have gotten past the wardens. Strange then, that an elf wanted to use the training ground this late at night, but then again, he himself was training here at this time. Without turning, he spoke to the intruder.
"Greetings, my friend. I heard your approach from afar." He turned slowly and peered through the shadows cast by the trees trying to identify the stranger.
"It is I, Larien," came the female voice in which he had blissfully lost himself that day. "I apologise for interrupting your training, I shall return at another time." His heart seemed to jump at her voice, and he called out to her again, anxious not to let her get away.
"Wait! You do not disturb me, for I was coming to the end of my archery practice and was about to brush up on my hand-to-hand combat. Would you join me? For I need a partner with whom to train." After all, this was as good a reason to convince her to stay as any.
"I am afraid you will not find me a worthy adversary for my forte is archery," she replied sweetly.
"As is mine, therefore is it not natural that we both help each other improve our other skills?" he improvised wildly.
"If you insist, Legolas. Would you care for the sword or the knives?" she asked, reaching for her weapons.
"I believe the knives would be the wiser choice, for I can always persuade Aragorn to spar with me with the sword," he replied, before silently adding and there is more contact between opponents with the knives as he drew out his own knives. "Shall we begin?"
The fight that ensued was close, although Legolas knew he could win it if he were to try. Larien flicked one of his knives onto the ground, which he rapidly recovered, only to face the onslaught of her renewed attack. He could feel his blood pounding in his ears, although he could not be sure whether it was due to the exertion, or the sight of Larien, flushed and with a determined look on her face, trying to defeat him. He knew then that this was no helpless maiden but one with passion and courage, and he longed even more to become closer to her. In a quick, impatient move he had her on the floor with his own knives at her neck in a victorious stance.
"I believe you would be dead now, had I not been a mere training partner," he smiled as he sheathed his knives, knowing that he had proven his point.
"I believe," she began as her knees suddenly made contact with the backs of his knees, causing them to buckle and fall on top of her, "that you would be orc meat, had you been as smug on the battlefield!" He stared into her eyes, caught off guard by the suddenness of their closeness. "I do believe you are correct, for I am unbearably smug when I win," he whispered in return. His hand rose to stroke her face almost unbidden, as he struggled to control the need to feel her skin against his. Her eyes widened nervously.
"You fear me, Larien?" She did not answer, instead looked back into his eyes. He searched her face, his eyes lingering on her soft, inviting lips, and before he knew it, he was leaning into her, needing to feel her breath on him, her lips on his own. As their lips touched, Legolas felt an as yet unknown emotion surge through him before she suddenly wriggled from under him.
"Legolas, what are you doing?" she demanded. She stood above him, an imposing figure with her hair flying round her face, clutching her knives menacingly. Confusion enveloped him as he rapidly replayed the events of the past few minutes in his head. Had he misunderstood her friendship, or was there something deeper? She did not wait for him to explain, turning and running through the woods, her hair streaming behind her.
Legolas sat in his same position for some moments before hearing someone approach from the opposite direction. He raised his head in time to see Haldir approaching him at a run.
"I heard fighting. Is there something wrong, your highness?" he asked only slightly breathlessly.
"No, Haldir, all is well. I was simply sparring with Larien." There was a pause as Legolas collected his thoughts.
"Is there something else?" Haldir asked, breaking into his thoughts.
"Haldir, you know Larien well. I need advice as to how to pursue her." Legolas watched as Haldir stiffened perceptibly. "I trust you do not object to my attraction to your sister?" he added as an afterthought.
"What are your intentions towards Larien?" Haldir snapped.
"You must admit she is desirable. Her beauty is no less than that of the fairest of elves, and yet she chooses to fight among the warriors of your people clad in unbecoming tunics. She has the strength of will and temperament, yet it does not mar her gentle personality, instead adding a thread of steel to her good nature. Haldir, I believe I am falling in love with her. See me not as the one to take her from your side, but as a brother who wishes to love and cherish your sister." Legolas paused as he looked upon Haldir, searching his face to see how the larger elf was taking his heartfelt admission. Haldir's face was expressionless, only his eyes betraying what he was feeling. They seemed to be spitting fire as he stood still as stone, looking down on him. "I do not wish to cause you any offence, nor do I wish to dishonour Larien or your family, which is why I ask for your permission to continue courting her. Do I have your blessing?"
"You do not," came Haldir's reply with barely suppressed fury. Legolas furrowed his brow in confusion.
"Believe me, Haldir, I do not mean any harm. If you believe I shall leave Larien for another pretty face once I leave Lothlórien, you are mistaken. Larien has captured my heart and I will forever remain faithful to her." Legolas paused to see what effect this was having on Haldir's mood. The elf remained still, the fury in his grey eyes not diminished in any way. Legolas continued. "Certainly there is a possibility that I shall not survive this quest, but the knowledge that Larien is awaiting me will give me increased incentive to avoid death for longer." Still he remained silent as Legolas continued, determined to alleviate all Haldir's fears. "I understand you may want to save Larien the heartache should I die in battle, but surely she has the right to know I would give my heart to her, and in doing so, give her the choice of giving hers to me." Legolas waited patiently, having said all he needed to say, before Haldir finally moved. It was almost imperceptibly at first, as his sword arm rose almost of its own volition, before it lowered once more.
"I will say this, and I suggest you listen very carefully, your highness, for I shall only say it the once," Haldir whispered slowly as he glared down at the prince. "If I ever see you talking to Larien, looking at Larien, or anywhere near Larien, I shall personally throw you out of Lothlórien myself and leave you at the mercy of the orcs. I would rather lose my status as marchwarden and be evicted from my home than have you breathe the same air as Larien," he finished as his steely eyes bored into the young prince's face. "Have I made myself clear, your highness?"
"Perfectly, Haldir," he replied somewhat awed by the older elf's presence and strength of character. His mind went blank as he attempted, and failed to outstare the legendary marchwarden. "I must return to my companions," he finally stammered as he turned and disappeared into the woods, wondering what it was about the elf that inspired such terror into him. Legolas strode lightly towards the fellowship, kicking himself mentally for having crumbled so easily under Haldir's penetrating stare. He certainly had no intention of halting his pursuit of Larien, but he needed more information about her and her brothers before attempting to get close to her once again.
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Haldir was striding through the woods of Lothlórien, attempting to search for Larien whilst seeming to be taking a stroll among the mallorn trees. Orophin had taken him aside as he came away from his watch and had spoken frankly about his relationship with Larien. Although he would not admit it, Haldir was becoming increasingly irrational and beginning to take out his frustration on others around him. When finally Orophin left him with his thoughts, he came to realise that unless matters were to change, he was in danger of losing his reputation as a just and even-tempered leader. His decision to seek out Larien and confront her with her inexcusable behaviour was the fruit of his contemplation, and the reason behind his late-night stroll.
He was not sure what to expect when he finally found her, or what her reaction would be, and so he was lost in thought when he heard a frantic scuffle close by, followed by arguing voices. He turned and ran towards the source of the noises, knowing it could not be intruders so far into the woods, yet alert nonetheless. As he entered the training grounds, he saw Legolas sprawled on the ground, a surprised expression on his flawless face. He stopped abruptly before addressing him.
"I heard fighting. Is there something wrong, your highness?"
"No, Haldir, all is well. I was simply sparring with Larien." Haldir's gaze intensified as he heard him name the very person he was looking for. He waited for an explanation from Legolas, but Legolas remained silent.
"Is there something else?" Haldir asked.
"Haldir, you know Larien well. I need advice as to how to pursue her." Haldir stiffened at his words. Surely Legolas was not insinuating what he thought. "I trust you do not object to my attraction to your sister?" Legolas continued.
"What are your intentions towards Larien?" Haldir snapped not trusting himself to say anything more, and listening in disbelief as Legolas poured out his heart to him. Haldir's face grew dark as an oblivious Legolas waxed lyrically about his loved one.
"I do not wish to cause you any offence, nor do I wish to dishonour Larien or your family," Legolas finally came to the end of his adoring speech, "which is why I ask for your permission to continue courting her. Do I have your blessing?" Haldir could barely suppress his fury as he watched the light in Legolas' eyes as the young elf thought about Larien. How dare the little upstart make his intentions known to Larien? Or to anyone else for that matter? How dare he believe that Larien would fall for his attentions? The elfling had stars before his eyes.
"You do not," Haldir managed to utter through clenched teeth, aware of the repercussions were he to strike the Prince of Mirkwood. Legolas' brow furrowed in confusion before he continued with his explanations and reasons as to why he should be allowed to court Larien. Finally Legolas fell silent, apparently having finished his plea for Haldir's approval. Haldir watched Legolas with barely concealed fury as the young prince waited for an answer. Haldir fought with the almost uncontrollable desire to challenge the royal elfling. His sword arm rose for the hilt of his sword begging for permission to strike down the impudent elf in front of him, before he fought back the almost irrepressible urge and lowered it once again to his side. He swallowed some of his rage and carefully formed the words intended to ensure Legolas kept his distance from Larien.
"I will say this, and I suggest you listen very carefully, your highness, for I shall only say it the once. If I ever see you talking to Larien, looking at Larien, or anywhere near Larien, I shall personally throw you out of Lothlórien myself and leave you at the mercy of the orcs. I would rather lose my status as marchwarden and be evicted from my home than have you breathe the same air as Larien," he told the young prince who looked back at him with wide, surprised eyes. "Have I made myself clear, your highness?"
"Perfectly, Haldir," came the measured reply as Haldir held his stare long enough to make him uncomfortable. "I must return to my companions," Legolas finally stammered as he turned and disappeared into the woods, leaving Haldir in no doubt as to whom had emerged the victor during their encounter. Larien and himself may be experiencing a turbulent glitch in their relationship, but there was no way he was going to allow the haughty and egotistical Prince Legolas to come close to her.
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Ilúvien - I take your point. I can understand why you feel that way about Larien in particular, although in my (and her!) defence, I must add that this IS her first relationship, and how many of us get our first relationship right? But I will address her attitude in coming chapters, and, yes, possibly slap them both a little too! :oD
Auror198 - Hmm, interesting point. So you don't think she's actually in love with Haldir? I refer you to the points I made to Ilúvien. I can understand why you both feel that way, but I'm hoping to convince you both otherwise! Larien's a bit on the young side, and maybe THAT'S what makes her not such a good match for Haldir, but she does love him.
Nika-Chan - If you love Haldir jealous, you'll have loved this chapter and the next couple too! ;o)
Nethene Khthon - Feeding Haldir obsessions has become my calling ;o) Glad you like it. I'm not sure I understand what you mean by "more than a one time gig" though. You mean have things occurring throughout the day? The only reason I have had to confine the action to the evening is because they're at work all day, usually alone, so nothing can happen. Plus, I wouldn't jeopardise the safety of Lothlórien by distracting a warden!! :o)
Stardust - Larien is pitifully inexperienced, I'm afraid, hence her innocence and mistakes in her relationship. But she learns fast, I can tell you! ;o)
TigerLily713 - Thanks! I know I've delayed a bit with this chapter, but it's a long one, so I think I've made up for it!
Val :oP - *wide grin* Fabulous story?? Thanks! I've got the feeling you're only one of many who'd like to spank Haldir though, but in return for that fabulous compliment, I'll put you at the front of the queue! :oD
Tap-dancing Hobbit - Hmm, Orlando with dark hair and blond eyebrows, now that WOULD be seriously unsexy! I won't even mention the possibility of having Legolas have dark hair, cos I just know I'll be inundated with death threats! ;o)
Lady of Legolas - Don't worry, if Legolas tries anything else on, Haldir will soon put a stop to his flirting. Probably to the despair of all the Legolas-luvers in ME!
sokochan - Poor Legolas still hasn't cottoned on to the fact that Larien may already be in a relationship with another, the silly elf! Don't worry though, Haldir will sort him out. Whether it'll be by force or not is something I'm not willing to tell yet! ;o)
Rayvin813 - D'you know, in those pics of Pirates of the Caribbean, I'm having trouble focusing solely on Orli! Johnny Depp looks damn good in that long hair and open shirt!! :oD They kinda look a little alike, don't you think?
American Elf - I'm updating, I'm updating!! And thanks, I'm glad you're enjoying it!
lausie - I WAS going to leave the question of the meeting with Galadriel up in the air, but you've given me a fantastic idea as to how to use it in the fic! So therefore, I can't tell you what that was all about! :oD
gAmBiT - You've changed your penname!! You lucky thing, having time off school! Obviously not so good for the SARS victims, but if they insist on closing the schools, why not take advantage of the time, right?! And what better way than to read and review this fic, right?! :oD THANK YOU, you crazy chick!
JadeGoddess - Lol, I WAS joking! :oP I like your insights, they put an element of doubt into the reader! As for Haldir lightening up, do you really want that? Wouldn't that be a departure from the moody, silent, passionate elf we know and love?
padawan_jinx - Oh dear, and to think that Larien STILL refuses to listen to you telling her to figure it out! There's just no helping some people, is there?! ;o)