A week later, the two elves set out from Rivendell, after enjoying
their visit with everyone. Legolas climbed on his horse, a sorrel gelding,
named Nimorel, who was acting up that day. Legolas did his best to comfort
the animal, who would not quiet. Sayowyn, a master of horses, traded
Legolas for a few hours.
3 hours later, Sayowyn had the big red horse loping with his nose tucked in, changing leads at the slightest cue. Legolas was astonished. "Your gift is with the horses." he commented to her as she asked Nimorel to stop suddenly, and he leaned back on his haunches and slid a few feet.
"One of my gifts. The other I have yet to discover." Sayowyn said. It was a known fact that all elves had a unique gift. For instance, Elrond had the gift of foresight. They rode on, into the night.
As the moon rose in the sky, they stopped to make camp. They did not bother to comfort themselves, simply their horses, who were tired. The elves did not require sleep in order to function. As Sayowyn sat down beside Legolas with some Lembas bread to chew on, a feeling hit her suddenly.
Legolas felt the same, and both their eyes flashed blue. Sayowyn looked into the tree's across the river. She saw a distinct, clumsy movement. "Orcs!" she stated.
The elves ran to their weapons, slinging their arrows over their backs. "Ready to test out all I have taught you?" Legolas asked.
"I don't believe I have much of a choice, at the moment," Sayowyn smiled. She carefully positioned her arrow carefully, pulled back and released. Instantly they heard a cry from across the river. They heard yelling, and soon a strong 10 orcs began their way across the river towards the elves.
They fired more arrows, and soon 6 more orcs went down. The final 4 were too close to shoot at, so swords were brought out. Sayowyn, though slightly afraid, found it fun and quite easy to kill the orcs. Soon the final 4 were dead, and all was quiet.
The next morning they set out once more to Lothlorien, Sayowyn growing anxious, knowing her parents would be angered by her sudden departure. Upon arrival, the horses were looked after and stalled, once again happy to be home. Sayowyn left Legolas to chat with Haldir, as she went to face her mother.
Climbing the long, glistening steps was dreadful to Sayowyn, for once. She finally arrived at her mother's throne. Surprisingly, her mother smiled softly. She stood to greet her daughter, who was still dressed in her battle clothes. "So this is the path you have chosen, Sayowyn." Galadriel said slowly.
Sayowyn nodded. Galadriel turned away from her, looking down below to the forest floor of Lorien. "I am not angry that you decided to follow your heart. I am angry that you have chosen a warriors life." she said, still soft. "However, if it is indeed your calling, and you are good enough not to get killed, I respect you. It is something I could never master. Make sure your Legolas looks after you, as for the most part, it is not up to me anymore." she turned to her daughter.
Sayowyn walked up to her. "I will always be yours, mother, but eternity is a long time to be dependent on ones own mother. Forgive me." she said, hugging Galadriel.
"I am proud of you, Sayowyn. Your uncle Elrond has foreseen your future, and he tells me you have a vital role to play for middle earth's future. In the world's darkest hours, you will shine." Galadriel said, grinning. "That is the daughter I raised."
They bid eachother good bye for the night, and Sayowyn went to find Legolas, who was smoking pipe weed with Haldir. "Ahem." she said as she approached. Haldir quickly hid his pipe behind his back, smiling sheepishly. "I saw nothing." Sayowyn said for the 100th time.
She took Legolas' pipe from him and proceeded to smoke his weed. He showed no reluctancy to give it up. "What did your mother say?" he asked her. She exhaled the smoke, returning his pipe.
"She says," Sayowyn coughed a little. "that she is happy I followed my heart. But now I am going to sleep, so if you do not come now I shall see you later. Haldir," she bowed, and turned away.
Legolas bid Haldir goodnight and followed Sayowyn up the long flight of stairs to her room. Once in the large, luxurious room, Sayowyn proceeded to change into her night gown. Once in her underwear, Legolas turned her to face him. He looked into her eyes, the moonlight glinting off of them.
"What did Haldir have to say?" Sayowyn broke the silence softly.
"He said if you are to be mine I must protect you always." he replied. He wrapped her in the protection of his arms. "Which I swear to."
Sayowyn smiled. "And I swear to never leave you where you cannot follow." Legolas returned the smile. He kissed her gently, then the kiss became more passionate.
Eventually the two elves ended up on Sayowyn's bed, swimming naked in the sheets. Legolas lay a top of the princess, who, like him, had never done this before. More they kissed, and their hands explored eachothers bodies.
Legolas softly grazed the milky white skin of the elf, memorizing each beautiful curve of her glamorous body. And Sayowyn's hands ran over his muscular body, with skin so soft. His hands were not rough or calloused, but gentle to the touch, while still remaining strong. Slowly he entered her, and quietly she cried out. He looked down into her beautiful face, which reflected the moonlight. "Am I hurting you?" he whispered.
She kissed him softly. "Never." He kissed her neck while she ran her hands down his back, then up again to entwine her fingers in his hair. Never had she felt so alive, so peaceful and close to another being. She was with the one she loved.
3 hours later, Sayowyn had the big red horse loping with his nose tucked in, changing leads at the slightest cue. Legolas was astonished. "Your gift is with the horses." he commented to her as she asked Nimorel to stop suddenly, and he leaned back on his haunches and slid a few feet.
"One of my gifts. The other I have yet to discover." Sayowyn said. It was a known fact that all elves had a unique gift. For instance, Elrond had the gift of foresight. They rode on, into the night.
As the moon rose in the sky, they stopped to make camp. They did not bother to comfort themselves, simply their horses, who were tired. The elves did not require sleep in order to function. As Sayowyn sat down beside Legolas with some Lembas bread to chew on, a feeling hit her suddenly.
Legolas felt the same, and both their eyes flashed blue. Sayowyn looked into the tree's across the river. She saw a distinct, clumsy movement. "Orcs!" she stated.
The elves ran to their weapons, slinging their arrows over their backs. "Ready to test out all I have taught you?" Legolas asked.
"I don't believe I have much of a choice, at the moment," Sayowyn smiled. She carefully positioned her arrow carefully, pulled back and released. Instantly they heard a cry from across the river. They heard yelling, and soon a strong 10 orcs began their way across the river towards the elves.
They fired more arrows, and soon 6 more orcs went down. The final 4 were too close to shoot at, so swords were brought out. Sayowyn, though slightly afraid, found it fun and quite easy to kill the orcs. Soon the final 4 were dead, and all was quiet.
The next morning they set out once more to Lothlorien, Sayowyn growing anxious, knowing her parents would be angered by her sudden departure. Upon arrival, the horses were looked after and stalled, once again happy to be home. Sayowyn left Legolas to chat with Haldir, as she went to face her mother.
Climbing the long, glistening steps was dreadful to Sayowyn, for once. She finally arrived at her mother's throne. Surprisingly, her mother smiled softly. She stood to greet her daughter, who was still dressed in her battle clothes. "So this is the path you have chosen, Sayowyn." Galadriel said slowly.
Sayowyn nodded. Galadriel turned away from her, looking down below to the forest floor of Lorien. "I am not angry that you decided to follow your heart. I am angry that you have chosen a warriors life." she said, still soft. "However, if it is indeed your calling, and you are good enough not to get killed, I respect you. It is something I could never master. Make sure your Legolas looks after you, as for the most part, it is not up to me anymore." she turned to her daughter.
Sayowyn walked up to her. "I will always be yours, mother, but eternity is a long time to be dependent on ones own mother. Forgive me." she said, hugging Galadriel.
"I am proud of you, Sayowyn. Your uncle Elrond has foreseen your future, and he tells me you have a vital role to play for middle earth's future. In the world's darkest hours, you will shine." Galadriel said, grinning. "That is the daughter I raised."
They bid eachother good bye for the night, and Sayowyn went to find Legolas, who was smoking pipe weed with Haldir. "Ahem." she said as she approached. Haldir quickly hid his pipe behind his back, smiling sheepishly. "I saw nothing." Sayowyn said for the 100th time.
She took Legolas' pipe from him and proceeded to smoke his weed. He showed no reluctancy to give it up. "What did your mother say?" he asked her. She exhaled the smoke, returning his pipe.
"She says," Sayowyn coughed a little. "that she is happy I followed my heart. But now I am going to sleep, so if you do not come now I shall see you later. Haldir," she bowed, and turned away.
Legolas bid Haldir goodnight and followed Sayowyn up the long flight of stairs to her room. Once in the large, luxurious room, Sayowyn proceeded to change into her night gown. Once in her underwear, Legolas turned her to face him. He looked into her eyes, the moonlight glinting off of them.
"What did Haldir have to say?" Sayowyn broke the silence softly.
"He said if you are to be mine I must protect you always." he replied. He wrapped her in the protection of his arms. "Which I swear to."
Sayowyn smiled. "And I swear to never leave you where you cannot follow." Legolas returned the smile. He kissed her gently, then the kiss became more passionate.
Eventually the two elves ended up on Sayowyn's bed, swimming naked in the sheets. Legolas lay a top of the princess, who, like him, had never done this before. More they kissed, and their hands explored eachothers bodies.
Legolas softly grazed the milky white skin of the elf, memorizing each beautiful curve of her glamorous body. And Sayowyn's hands ran over his muscular body, with skin so soft. His hands were not rough or calloused, but gentle to the touch, while still remaining strong. Slowly he entered her, and quietly she cried out. He looked down into her beautiful face, which reflected the moonlight. "Am I hurting you?" he whispered.
She kissed him softly. "Never." He kissed her neck while she ran her hands down his back, then up again to entwine her fingers in his hair. Never had she felt so alive, so peaceful and close to another being. She was with the one she loved.