AUTHOR'S NOTE:
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One: I apologize for taking too long to update! I promise to try my best not to let it happen again.
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Three: I am way too drained to say anything else. So . . . let us just proceed with the goods. I hope you enjoy this extra long, SUPER SPECIAL chapter!
HAPPY READING!
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A LOVE THAT BINDS
Chapter Two - RETURN
The receding golden light from the setting sun cast a soft glow on the swaying leaves of the great trees, heralding the final minutes of the day before the arrival of evening. The forests of Mirkwood were peaceful and more beautiful than ever as a band of Elven riders rode through the trails, led by a trio of the youngest elves in the party.
"What would like to do as soon as we get home, Legolas?" Firreon asked eagerly, pulling up his horse alongside the prince's and interrupting his conversation with Vetilien. "In case you are interested, the game has been excellent in these parts ever since the War ended. What say you and I go on a big hunting trip right after you have settled? First thing!"
From where she rode in-between the two he-elves, Vetilien rolled her eyes and sighed. "He comes home from a war, and the first thing you want him to do when he gets home is pick up his bow again?" she pointed out. "Honestly, Firreon, do you not think he needs a break from that sort of action?"
"Well, my Lady, contrary to the popular belief of fair, delicate damsels such as yourself, battles and hunts ARE two very different things, you know." Firreon responded with a wry grin. "Perhaps if you are able to take some time off your sessions of endless feminine primping one day, I could educate you a bit on their dissimilarities."
At this jest, the maiden turned beet red. "I am well aware of the differences between those two things, thank you very much! All I am saying is Legolas deserves to rest, and not have you dragging him off on yet another one of your wild escapades where one of you is bound to get hurt one way or the other!" she huffed. "And for your information, I do not primp!"
Firreon chuckled and waggled a finger at the elf as she stuck her tongue out at him. "Mind your manners, young maiden!" he chided, throwing her a look of mock horror. "There is royalty present!"
Legolas burst out laughing as he noted the effects of Firreon's teasing on poor Vetilien's expression. If there was one thing he missed most about being away from home for so long, it was the constant bickering of his two extremely opposite friends. He shook his head and sighed in contentment. It definitely was good to be home.
"So what do you say, your Highness?" Firreon asked again, turning his attention from the dagger looks Vetilien was throwing him and back to his best friend. "Do you feel up for a hunting trip, or are you still shamefully too exhausted from the pressures of being a newly-renowned hero?"
Legolas smiled. "A good hunt does sound wonderful, my friend." he admitted. "But I am inclined to agree with Vetilien this time. I think the best thing for me to do now is to lay low first during my few days back. After all that has gone on in my life for the past months, a period of solitude and reflection may just be what I need."
"But do not worry!" he added quickly upon noticing the disappointment on Firreon's face. "The moment I am done with my time of retreat, I shall go and take you up on that invitation. Just give me a few days."
Firreon then grinned and nodded. "All right, I shall agree to wait." he relented. "For as long as you promise not to stand me up for another one of Vetilien's silly picnics or anything. . . OW! That was most unbecoming, madam!"
Legolas laughed as Firreon rubbed the sore spot on his arm where Vetilien had smacked him with her horse's reins.
Yes, it definitely was good to be back.
* * *
A soft, pleasantly pine-scented wind tousled Legolas's blond hair slightly as he took his stroll that evening around the forest gardens located just outside his father's carven fortress. Only a year ago, a late night stroll outdoors would have been far too dangerous for a Woodland elf to do alone in these parts, but after the cleansing of Mirkwood by King Thranduil and Lord Celeborn, Mirkwood was now much safer and more peaceful than it had ever been in many centuries.
Legolas smiled, the happiness in his heart causing his sapphire eyes to shine brightly in the darkness. Mirkwood may not be as beautiful as the other Elven realms he had visited over his past journeys were, but there truly was no place like home. Here, it was always easy to find peace and contentment.
Just then, a deep bark sounded from behind him, and the young prince whirled around to gaze at the large hound with golden-white fur sniffing playfully at his heels. With a soft chuckle, he crouched down and affectionately patted his faithful hunting dog's head.
"Oio naa elealla alasse' (Ever is thy sight a joy), Rinfalath." he told the gentle beast, then laughed as the hound proceeded to lick his face in lively response. "I bet you are as eager to go on a hunting trip with me as Firreon is."
He gave the dog's head one last stroke before rising back up to his feet. "All in good time, my friend. I promise we shall go as soon as I am ready." he said softly. "As of now, perhaps you would just like to accompany me on my walk."
As Legolas straightened up, Rinfalath let out an excited bark and circled his master's legs once, then stood before him, wagging his hairy tail vigorously as he looked up at the elf through gleaming brown eyes. Legolas took one glance into the hound's intelligent eyes and knew at once what he wanted him to do. But before he could open his mouth to speak again, the dog dashed off.
"Rinfalath, wait!" Legolas called out, but the hound had already vanished into the trees, barking to let his master know where to follow. Puzzled but at the same time curious as to where Rinfalath wanted to lead him, the elf broke into a sprint after him.
Though Legolas was nearly as swift-footed as his hound, he had quite some difficulty in keeping up with the pace this time. Rinfalath was obviously very eager to show him something, something which certainly could not be so ordinary as game. Deeper the woods and further from the royal grounds did they run in a seemingly aimless direction, until Legolas had to doubt whether his canine friend was truly leading him someplace or was simply playing around.
The blind chase finally ended when Rinfalath came to a sudden stop at a forest clearing. Legolas halted right behind him, and took a moment to catch his breath before surveying the surroundings he had been led into. Since they had gone a considerable distance into the deeper, more isolated areas of the woods, their surroundings had grown quite dark, deathly quiet, and eerie-looking
The elf frowned and gazed around him uneasily, warrior reflexes kicking in. His hands were poised alertly at his sides, ready to reach for the blades sheathed at his back in case the need suddenly arose. It was not in his nature to trust in the shadows of this forest. Mirkwood may have improved over the past months, but he knew it could still not be completely safe.
Suddenly, his keen eyes caught sight of movement in the line of trees straight ahead. At the same time, Rinfalath leapt forward from where he originally stood still and watchful at his master's side, and bolted towards the same direction that had caught Legolas' attention.
Instinctively, Legolas pursued, drawing one knife in his apprehension. In a matter of seconds he reached the trees, and his senses finally perceived the target Rinfalath had been trying to direct him to all along.
A soft laugh drifted from the figure that bent over beside the hound, stroking his head as he wagged his tail in pleasure. The knife Legolas held in his hand fell to the ground with a dull thud. His breath became trapped in his throat as he suddenly froze in place from recognition.
He knew that voice.
The stranger rose to stand fully before him, a few feet away from his reach. From the soft glow she radiated with her presence, he could distinguish soft raven hair, milky white skin, and graceful curves of a delicately elegant body. In spite of the growing clarity of this vision, he could not, and would not move, too afraid that the beautiful image might fade away before he was ready.
She smiled at him and held out her hand. As though drawn to action by a life of its own, Legolas' arm raised up to stretch across the space between them, allowing his fingers to brush against hers. Upon feeling her touch, tears of disbelief and anxiety began to run from his eyes.
"Armir?" he whispered at last, hardly daring to speak in his tremendous fear of being wrong.
She smiled and nodded. "I have missed you, Legolas." she said softly.
Immediately he closed the distance separating them and pulled her into his arms. His whole body trembled as he wept into her hair, holding her tightly against him in his embrace, determined to never let her go. When he finally found in himself the ability to pull away slightly, he took her face in his hands and just stared at the sight his heart had been aching to see for so long.
"How can this be?" he managed to say, still unable to believe this was actually real.
His beloved simply smiled and placed her hands on his shoulders. As Legolas slid his arms down to her waist she tilted her head and kissed his lips lightly. Spurred by the feeling of her soft mouth against his, Legolas welcomed the kiss and returned it with a passion he never thought he would be able to feel again.
Then suddenly, a deep, strange voice, one that sounded far-away but forceful at the same time, called out and interrupted them. Though Legolas was unable to make out what the voice was even saying, it seemed to have a big effect on Armir. She immediately pulled away from their kiss with a small gasp, then turned her head to stare at something over his shoulder.
"What is it?" Legolas asked in concern, noticing the upset look that had suddenly overcome the fairness of her face. He turned to gaze in the same direction she was staring and caught sight of two figures standing in the distance. Despite the fact that he could not see them well enough to recognize them, he could perceive the radiance they cast in the darkness around them, so he knew they were benevolent. But who were they and what were they doing here? What relation did they have with Armir?
"Amin anta kelaya. (I must leave.)"
Upon hearing this sad whisper, Legolas' head snapped back to his lover, and he stared at her in horrified panic.
"N'uma (No)!" he cried out, sliding his arms further around her and holding her to him protectively.
But Armir only looked at him through eyes filling with tears as she shook her head. "Cormamin niuve tenna' ta elea lle au'. (My heart shall weep until it sees thee again.)" she whispered, raising a hand to touch his face lovingly. "Namaarie (Farewell)."
All of a sudden, before Legolas could prevent her or even realize what was happening, she vanished from his arms. He found himself instead standing face to face with yet a different woman. She was beautiful beyond description, with ebony hair that fell in waves around a lovely face and warm hazel eyes that were bright with wisdom and kindness yet filled with a deep and unknown sorrow.
The woman smiled at the astounded elf prince and began to speak, her melodious voice gentle but stern and authoritative.
"Lle amin he? (Do you love her)?"
Legolas swallowed heard and successfully mustered up enough courage to give his sure response. "Yassen ilya cormamin.(With all my heart.)" he said unfalteringly.
"San' tula elea he. (Then come see her.)" the woman told him slowly and firmly.
And before Legolas could say another word, she vanished from his side just as Armir had. Then suddenly he caught a glimpse of his lover standing across the clearing, her hand upon the arm of a tall, handsome man with long golden hair and piercing eyes of silver. He saw the mysterious stranger bend over to whisper something to Armir, causing her to tear her gaze from Legolas and allow herself to be led away back into the darkness.
"Armir, no!" Legolas shouted, then began to sprint forward as he regained the power in his legs. But he was too late. By the time he had reached the spot where they had stood Armir was already gone without a trace, with only the shadows left behind to remind him of his loss.
* * *
Legolas sat up abruptly with a gasp. It took him a long moment before he realized that he was in his bedroom, back at his father's underground palace. That episode in the woods . . . his meeting Armir-- it had all been just a dream.
Similar to the other dreams he had been having for the past few nights ever since he came home.
The elf sighed with weariness and, to some extent, relief. He threw aside the silken sheets that covered his legs and pulled on his trousers before sliding out of bed. It was nearly midnight, but he knew that his father was still awake attending to his kingdom's affairs. He needed to speak with him right away, and ask for permission to leave Mirkwood once again, as soon as possible.
Because now, the prince finally knew for certain what it was that he had to do.
* * *
"Rivendell?" Thranduil repeated, staring with puzzlement at the younger elf standing before his writing desk. "But you just got back!"
Legolas hung his head. "I know Father, and I am sorry." he replied softly. "But this is unfinished business that needs to be taken care of right away, otherwise I would never be able to enjoy any real peace of mind."
There was a moment of silence in the royal study, and Legolas braced himself for his father's imminent barrage of questions. Though several days had already passed since their reunion at Gondor, he had never taken the time to tell the King about Armir and the love he had shared with her. It was simply a story he was not willing to recall or even think about. At least, not until now, when he was at last being forced to deal with the issue all over again.
However, what the King had to say next caught Legolas completely by surprise.
"This is about Elladan's daughter, is it not?"
Thranduil smiled in amusement as his son stared back at him through wide eyes filled with astonishment. "You need not look so shocked, Legolas." he told him gently. "Lord Elrond told me all about it himself, of how you fell in love with his granddaughter, but then lost her in battle with the Uruks."
He sighed and leaned back in his chair. "I assumed you were not ready to speak to me about it yourself, so I said nothing." he explained. "I understand, Legolas. It is indeed a difficult thing to recollect memories of lost loves. But I wish for you to know that as a father who cares for you very much, you can speak to me about anything you wish to, at any time. All right?"
Legolas nodded and smiled weakly, but could say nothing due to the hardening lump in his throat.
"So . . ." Thranduil went on, rising from his chair and coming to the front of his desk to stand beside his son. "Allow me to get this straight. You wish now to go to Rivendell . . . to visit Lady Armir's grave?"
"Yes, father."
Thranduil frowned and rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "I suppose it is not in my place to interfere with such a decision, but . . . are you sure that is something you really want?" he asked, the concern transparent in his voice. "Is it not too soon? Have you had sufficient time to grieve?"
Legolas lowered his head to hide the shadows of pain in his eyes. "I have no choice." he murmured at last.
Thranduil raised his eyebrows. "Oh? Why do you say that?" he asked curiously.
Legolas shook his head. "It is difficult to explain, Ada." he said slowly. "All I know is, I must see her. At least one last time, in order to place some closure, to bring peace to my soul, and perhaps hers as well."
"All right." Thranduil sighed. "You know I will never deny you my consent for something as obviously important as this." He walked back behind his desk and rang the bell he used to summon his retainers. "I shall have an escort assembled for you and have the servants prepare all the provisions you may need."
Legolas smiled gratefully and took the king's hand, touching it to his forehead as a gesture of respect. "Thank you, Father."
Thranduil returned his son's smile with one that was filled with concern and sympathy. "I hope you find whatever it is you are looking for, Legolas." he told him gently.
Legolas nodded. "Yes. I hope so too." he whispered.
With that, the elf-prince bowed low to the king and exited the study, making his way back to his room to do his own packing for the journey.
* * *
"Fine day for a ride, is it not, your Highness?"
Legolas looked up from the bridle he had been adjusting to find the perpetually cheerful face of Firreon staring at him from over Arod's withers. His friend was leading his own horse, Geriand, by the reins and had his bow and quiver strapped on his back.
"What are you doing here?" the prince asked the young captain of the royal guard.
Firreon grinned from ear to ear. "What else does it look like?" he told him. "I am going with you! Your father figured you needed to be accompanied by someone who can make sure you got home in one piece."
Legolas smiled. "That would be splendid indeed, my friend." he responded. "But then will I not be stealing you away from more important duties?"
Firreon waved his hand carelessly. "The sentries can survive without me." he assured him. "There has not been a single orc attack in Mirkwood for over a month now."
He chuckled as he mounted his horse. "Besides, this is obviously more important. Someone has to watch your back and make sure that pretty face of yours comes to no harm. We cannot disappoint the lovely ladies of Mirkwood, now can we?"
Legolas shook his head and laughed. "No, I guess not." he retorted. "But do you not think your absence is going to turn out to be an even bigger disappointment for them?"
"Unfortunately, it is of popular belief that my manly charms are of no comparison to yours, my friend." Firreon joked back. "They shall be too busy bemoaning your absence to even notice mine."
"Excuse me, my lords."
Legolas turned around to face the owner of the soft, timid voice. It was a young she-elf with soft chestnut hair, shining hazel eyes, and one of the sweetest smiles ever to be seen in the Woodland Realm.
"Quel amrun (Good morning), Cithia!" the prince said with a courteous bow for the pretty handmaiden. "Might I say you are looking very lovely this morning?"
She blushed at this friendly gesture coming from a royal and therefore higher ranking elf, and bowed her own head. She held out to him a hefty satchel filled with rations. "This is your share of the provisions for the trip, my prince." she said softly.
"Thank you." Legolas told her with a smile, accepting the bag and proceeding to fasten it to Arod's saddle along with his other belongings. As he did so, he saw at the corner of his eye Firreon staring quite dumbly at the pretty maiden with a queer but all too familiar gleam in his eyes. For a brief moment, Cithia raised her shy gaze from the ground to steal a glance in Firreon's direction. The instant their gazes met, Cithia blushed even harder and quickly looked away.
She faced Legolas once again and curtsied. "Have a safe journey, your Highness." she murmured. "We shall be praying and looking forward to your speedy return."
Legolas smiled and nodded. "Yes. Thank you, my Lady." he managed to say, before the timid maiden rushed off back to the palace entrance.
As soon as she was gone, Legolas chuckled lightly and turned back to Firreon. "Why did I get the feeling that though she was looking at me, the one she really wanted to speak with was you?" he joked.
Then, realizing that Firreon was not listening to him but was instead still gaping after the beautiful Cithia's retreating back, Legolas nudged his arm forcefully. When his friend finally looked at him with a start, Legolas laughed again.
"So how fares things with her?' he asked. "Has anything improved even in the slightest while I was gone?"
Firreon sighed and shook his head rather despondently. "Nay, I am afraid we are getting nowhere, as usual. She still refuses to even have a word with me." he answered glumly. "Tell me the truth, Legolas. What is wrong with me? Am I that undesirable that I should scare her away every time I come near her?"
Legolas patted his back. "Certainly not, my friend." he assured him. "If there is one thing I know about Cithia, it is that she is the shyest elf in the entire kingdom, and thus is also the most difficult to approach. The fault is unquestionably not yours."
Just then, one of the Elven soldiers who were part of Legolas' chosen escort approached them. "We are all packed, assembled, and ready to set out, your Highness." he said with respectful bow of his head. "At your command."
Legolas nodded. "Very well." he said with authority in his tone. "We will leave now, in that case. I shall take lead."
As the soldier left to pass the word to the other members of their party, the elf-prince mounted his horse, and Firreon followed suit.
"Come." Legolas told his friend with a smile, as he took up Arod's reins. "You can tell me all about your problems of the heart as we go. We have yet a long ride ahead of us."
* * *
That night, the moon shone down brightly on the traveling elves of Mirkwood as they made camp, having already crossed nearly half the distance that separated King Thranduil's kingdom from that of Lord Elrond. As they sat by the fire, Legolas and Firreon carried on with the private conversation they had been having since they began their journey that morning.
"Cithia is just shy, Firreon." Legolas said, somewhat exasperated at his having to repeat this one simple fact for the hundredth time to his stubbornly dubious friend. "It is the only obstacle you have to overcome, and that takes time and patience."
Firreon sighed. "Her timidity is what I cannot understand." he grumbled, using the dagger he was toying with to draw circles on the ground. "What has she to be bashful about? She is so beautiful and sweet and kind, and perfect. If anyone is to feel insecure about his worthiness it should be I!"
Legolas could only smile and shake his head. "Well, you are the captain of the royal guard and a renowned hero of war, both honorable titles which command respect." he pointed out. "Perhaps she is a little intimidated by your high rank."
"What?" Firreon sputtered. "That is ridiculous! I have never made a big deal out of any of those achievements, so why must she be bothered by them?" He crossed his arms over his chest grumpily. "Besides, what about you?!"
"What about me?"
"You are a Prince of Mirkwood, not to mention a great hero of Middle Earth-- immensely more distinguished than I will ever be!" Firreon exclaimed. "Why then is she not as unsettled by you as she is by me?"
Legolas grinned. "Well, I cannot be entirely sure, but I suppose it has something to do with the fact that I have known her since she was born." he said wryly. "She practically grew up in the palace as my sister!"
Firreon groaned and threw up his hands in defeat. "I can live to be twice my age of three thousand years, and still I will never understand she- elves." he mumbled. "They are the most peculiar of Eru's creations, if my opinion were to be asked."
"Aye." Legolas agreed with a melancholy sigh of his own. "They are puzzling creatures all right, but undoubtedly as beautiful and wonderful as they are difficult to figure out."
There then came a moment of silence between them as they both stared into the flames of the campfire, lost in their own thoughts of the maidens for whom their hearts yearned.
It was Firreon who spoke up to break the hush, somewhat squirming with uneasiness as though he was not quite sure of what to say.
"Legolas . . ." he began uncomfortably, poking the ground with his dagger and staring directly at the ground to avoid looking at his friend. "Your father warned me specifically not to ask you about this, because he thought it would upset you. But . . . forgive me. I just cannot help my curiosity and concern for you any longer." His voice trailed off, and he raised his eyes slightly to check on the prince's reaction to his words.
Legolas placed a reassuring hand on Firreon's shoulder. "It's all right, Mellonamin." he told him gently and sincerely. "We have been friends far too long for me to be keeping any secrets from you. Anything you may wish to know, you need only ask."
"All right." Firreon took a deep breath before blurting out his inquiry in a nervous rush. "I would just like to ask. This maiden we are going to visit in Rivendell . . . who is she?"
Legolas merely smiled, having already anticipated this personal question. He leaned back against the tree under which he sat, and allowed his gaze to drift back pensively to the dancing flames of the fire.
"She is Lord Elrond's granddaughter. A princess of Rivendell, and a companion of ours in the Fellowship." he said at last, his voice soft and wistful. "She was most beautiful creature to ever grace the lands of this mortal world, and is the only love I would ever know and hold in my heart for my entire life."
At last he managed to look up and face Firreon, smiling in order to ease the worry he knew his friend was feeling for him. He then uttered the words he knew they both needed to hear them say out loud.
"And I am going to visit her in Rivendell simply . . . to say goodbye."
* * *
Upon dismounting Arod, Legolas turned to gaze at his surroundings with a fond smile creeping across his face. On the third evening of their journey from Mirkwood, they had finally arrived at their destination, and the young elf's heart rejoiced to feast his eyes on the place he had strangely begun to see also as a second home. Rivendell seemed even more beautiful now than it had been when he last visited. Obviously, like the Woodland Realm, Lord Elrond's fair kingdom was benefiting much from the fall of the Enemy and his dark influence.
"So this is the famed Rivendell . . ."
Legolas faced Firreon, who had come to stand beside him, then chuckled at the look of wonder on his friend's face. "Yes, it is." he said with fond pride in his tone.
Firreon shook his head, eyes dancing with delight. "It is a magnificent place." he murmured. "It gives justice to the many rumors I have heard of its beauty."
"Vendui (Greetings), Legolas Thranduillion."
At the sound of the welcoming voice, the prince of Mirkwood spun around. He caught sight of a group of Rivendell elves approaching their party of woodland elves, led by a tall, exceedingly handsome he-elf with bright golden hair and an air of nobility and wisdom about him.
Legolas immediately bowed his head and touched his hand to his chest in greeting. "Mae govannen (Well met), Glorfindel." he responded. "Tis wonderful to see you again."
The older elf smiled at the prince as they came to stand before each other. "Indeed. How good of you to visit us once more." he said sincerely. "To what do we owe the pleasure of this unexpected call?"
"A delayed acceptance to an invitation from Master Elrond." Legolas replied simply. "Would you kindly inform him that we have arrived?"
"It has already been done, my friend." Glorfindel assured him. "He should be on his way here as we speak."
"No. I am here now."
At once, everyone in their group turned to the sound of this authoritative voice, and sure enough beheld the sight of the great elf lord walking towards them. As all the elves bowed before him, the Lord of Imladris gave them a warm smile of greeting.
"Welcome, Legolas, and the rest of our Sindarin brothers." he said kindly. "We are certainly pleased to have to here as our guests." He spoke these words meant for the whole Woodland Realm delegation, yet the knowing smile and gaze he fixated on their prince was obviously for him alone.
Legolas returned the smile and bowed his head humbly. "Thank you, my Lord" he said softly. "Pardon our coming here just like this, with no prior word or warning. I hope you will forgive any disturbance or inconvenience we may cause you."
Elrond shook his head. "Not at all." he told him firmly. "I have actually been expecting you for some days now."
Legolas raised his head back up to look at the elder elf with questioning surprise, but Elrond simply smiled again and nodded towards Glorfindel and his group of retainers.
"My people will show your companions to the House and help them get settled." he said, and at once Glorfindel stepped forward to begin fulfilling this instruction. He then placed a hand on Legolas' shoulder and began to steer him away from the rest of the group before any protests could be made.
"In the meantime, my son, you will come with me." he said gently. "I believe it is time you are taken to the person you have come all the way here just to see."
* * *
"I am glad you came, Legolas." Elrond said to the elf walking beside him, as they made their way towards the forests bordering the outer grounds of the Last Homely House. "Something in my heart told me that you would turn up sooner or later. I am just glad you did not choose to wait for too long before doing so."
Legolas sighed. "I have missed her." he admitted quietly as an answer. "And the dreams that have been haunting my sleep have not made the longing easier to bear."
Elrond turned to him with curiosity on his wise face. "Dreams?" he repeated. "What dreams?"
The elf-prince took a deep breath before launching into his explanations. "Every night since I came home to Mirkwood I would see Armir in my sleep." he said softly. "So clear and yet so distant would the visions of her seem, almost as if they were real. I would take her in my arms and for a moment it would seem as though we were reunited once more, in perfect happiness."
His brow creased and his expression darkened as he went on. "But each time, the same outcome would follow. We would be interrupted by the arrival of two strangers, a man and a woman. The man would call Armir and take her away from my sight and reach, and the woman would come speak to me. She would always tell me the same thing. To come to Rivendell, and visit Armir. Then the dream would end and I would wake."
Upon finishing this story, Legolas turned back to face Lord Elrond. "Might you be able to tell me what this dream means, my Lord?" he asked hopefully.
Elrond smiled and shook his head. "I do not believe I am the one who can or should tell you." he replied wisely. "You followed as your dream instructed and have come to Rivendell. I believe that your presence alone will be able to give you the answers you seek."
As he said this, he stopped in his tracks and gestured behind Legolas. The prince turned to gaze what the Lord was pointing at --- a weathered path that led into the small forest.
"Follow that trail, and it will bring you straight to the shrine where she rests." Elrond instructed. "I shall leave you be and let you go on your own, for I understand that privacy is necessary in this sort of visit. No one will disturb you, and you can stay for as long as you like."
"Thank you, my Lord." Legolas said, bowing his head.
Elrond merely smiled, and said nothing even as he turned and walked back in the direction from where they had come, leaving Legolas to continue down the path all by himself.
It did not take him long before he reached the end of his march down the trail. Anticipation and nervousness quickened his step, and brought him to the sight of a beautiful shrine set up in the middle of the forest clearing. The shrine consisted of a large, white, open tent filled with flowers of every kind and color, obviously offerings for the person lying on the luxurious elevated bed situated at the center of the tent.
Legolas' heart began to pound heavily as he approached in trance, drawn involuntarily towards the lovely figure resting in the shrine. No tears came to his eyes even as the sight of her came nearer and clearer to him. No sadness crushed his spirit as he moved close enough to behold the vision of her immaculately fair face. As he came to stand beside the bed, he was filled instead with a strange contentment and peace. It was as though he had finally come home, had found the place where he truly belonged.
He knelt at her side where she lay still and lifeless, and with a shaking hand took hers. She was so beautiful, as she had always been since the day he first saw her. Not a thing in her seems to have changed; even the smile on her sweet lips could not be stolen by her death.
And so there by his lover's bed did the elf-prince stay, never shifting his worshipful eyes from the sight of her. The moon rose high in the sky as hours passed by, and still he refused to leave or even move an inch. He was determined not to lose her again, not when he had finally found his way back to her side.
* * *
The sound of melodious laughter reached Legolas' keen ears, and at once he lifted his head to alertly scan the surroundings for its source. That was when he realized that he was walking amidst the tall trees of a magnificent, lush garden. A mild breeze blew all around him, caressing his cheeks while filling his nostrils with the scent of thousands of flowers and other smells of nature. Bright starlight and moonlight shone from a cloudless sky overhead, casting a glow of silvery radiance around every corner of the unmistakable paradise.
The mysterious laughter sounded again, sounding nearer this time, and Legolas wasted no time in tracking it down. A brief sprint led him past more trees till at last he stumbled into a glade through which ran a small stream.
There, he saw two beautiful maidens sitting by the stream, giggling as they dipped their feet into the rushing waters and chatted. Both with long raven hair, creamy skin, and mesmerizing smiles, they appeared almost identical to each other, except that one somehow seemed to be younger than the other, and somewhat more beautiful to Legolas' eyes .
After a few moments of silent staring, Legolas felt his heart stand still as he eventually came to a recognition of these two women.
It was Armir and . . . her mother. Nurréien, the wife of Elladan.
Overcome with excitement, Legolas stepped forward at once, ready to approach the two maidens and make sure they were not mere visions haunting his imagination. However, he was held back by a gentle hand that suddenly took him by the shoulder.
"Wait."
He whirled around at once and found himself face to face with yet another maiden, whose radiant face Legolas recognized immediately. It was the mysterious woman from his dreams.
"Who are you?" he demanded, his frustration and uncertainty causing him to speak in a manner that was uncharacteristically hostile.
The woman smiled gently at him, apparently unruffled by his unfriendly tone. "I believe, by your people, I am called Nienna." she answered softly.
Upon hearing this, Legolas stared at her in shock, rendered speechless by the realization, horror, and shame that struck him one after the other. As soon as he regained himself he fell to his knees before the Valie (Queen of the Valar).
"Forgive me, my Lady." he whispered in embarrassment. "I did not know . . ."
But Nienna simply smiled and reached down to touch the elf's face. With a gentle hand she lifted his chin, causing to look back up at her.
"There is no need for that, Legolas." she told him kindly. "You heeded my call, and have come as I had asked. Thus you are here as my guest, so there is no need for you to be afraid. Now please, rise."
"Y-your guest?" Legolas stammered as he slowly got back up on his feet. "I do not think I understand."
Nienna gazed at him directly as she spoke, her beautiful eyes shining with wisdom and compassion. "I know of your suffering, young one." she murmured. "I know you have been missing her very much, and I thought it may help your heart find peace if I were to bring you here and show you this."
She lifted a graceful hand and gestured towards the two maidens still sitting by the stream. Legolas followed her motion and rested his stare back on Armir's smiling face.
"I wanted you to see for yourself, Legolas, that Armir is safe and happy here with us." Nienna continued softly, as they both watched the object of their conversation laughing in the company of her mother. "Now she has her mother, as well as many other friends who love her dearly. I can assure you that she will be well cared for here in Valinor."
Legolas felt a strange feeling stir his heart as he observed his beloved's radiant face. He had never seen her look so joyful, so carefree and full of life. Who would not be, in a beautiful place such as this? He knew he should in turn be happy for her, pleased that she was able to reach a sanctuary where nothing could ever hurt her or make her unhappy ever again. But, somehow, he knew that gladness was not the emotion he could feel growing in his chest.
Just then, out of no where appeared a tall, golden haired stranger who began making his way towards the mother and daughter. Legolas recognized him instantly as the same man who had appeared in his dreams to take Armir away. Upon seeing this new arrival approach, Armir immediately got up and ran over to meet him, the elated smile growing brighter on her face. Legolas watched as the handsome man in turn greeted her with a loving kiss on her forehead.
"As you can see, Armir has won the love and affection of my brother, Irmo, Master of Dreams and Visions and Lord of Lorien." he overheard Nienna explain with a smile. "She has become his favorite, and he will do anything in his power to make sure she is given everything her heart desires."
"Then I realize what it is you want me to do." Legolas whispered. He turned his gaze back to the Vala, though could not manage to directly meet her eyes. "You have brought me here, and shown me all this, because it is time for me to let Armir go. You want me to forget about her, and truly move on."
Nienna touched his shoulder gently. "Loss of a loved one is not dealt with in forgetting." she told him quietly. "But in the preservation of memories in your heart, and the hope and faith that one day, you will see each other again."
Legolas nodded, but ducked his head to shamefully hide from her the tears that were uncontrollably filling his eyes.
"Legolas," Nienna went on, resting her hand on his chin and tilting it back up. "What if I were to tell you that I am willing to give you a choice?"
The elf-prince's brow creased as he stared back at the Vala questioningly. "What choice?"
"I can make it so that she will be returned to you." Nienna said seriously. "You need only say the word, and my brother Mandos will send her spirit back to Middle Earth. The two of you can be together again, if it is really your wish to have her back."
Disbelief filled Legolas' expression. "You mean this?"
Nienna smiled. "Of course." she replied. "Love and mercy knows boundaries, young one." She paused and diverted her gaze back to Armir. "The only question now is, what is it that you really want?"
At this, Legolas fell silent as he also turned his head back to look at Armir. What DID he really want? To take her away from her mother again? To bring her out of this beautiful haven of peace and bliss? To force her to come back to Middle Earth with him, where she can be subjected to pain and sadness all over again? Will he ever be able to make her as happy as she looked now?
"No." Legolas finally whispered. He lowered his gaze with a sigh, then closed his eyes momentarily before facing Nienna with a sad smile. "I do not wish for Armir to leave this place. Here she has found true happiness, and I will not be the one to take it away." He took a deep breath. "I want her to remain happy, even if it means having to let her go."
A radiant smile spread across the Valie's beautiful face upon hearing these words. Leaning over she planted a kiss on Legolas' forehead before speaking again.
"So be it."
* * *
The night was already beginning to fade into dawn when Legolas came out of his slumber, the memory of his dream still fresh in his mind. He lifted his head up slowly from where it had rested on Armir's bed, where he had fallen asleep in his vigil. He then stared down at the sweet face still in peaceful rest before him.
In spite of the rekindled grief wrenching his heart, Legolas smiled faintly and tenderly stroked Armir's soft cheek. Then, leaning close, he laid one last kiss on her motionless lips.
"Namaarie, Armir." he murmured as he drew away. A glistening tear slid down his cheek. "I will see you again. Someday."
He then forced himself on this feet, and turned away from the sight of her before his strength to walk away failed him. His steps were quick and desperate, as he was determined to do the right thing, which he now realized was to leave her. Armir was no longer his to hold onto.
The elf's distressed retreat was impeded, however, by a voice that suddenly called to him. It was a voice that spoke with such authority and beauty that he had no choice but to heed it instantly.
"Legolas!"
The elf-prince spun back around to behold the vision of a radiantly beautiful woman clad in raiment that cannot be mistaken to be of earthly origin. It was Nienna, shining gloriously in a splendor that Legolas had never laid eyes on his whole life, and therefore struck him with an awe that made him freeze in wonder.
From where she stood beside Armir's bed, Nienna smiled at the amazed elf and spoke to him.
"Will you so readily leave without the one you came to Imladris for?"
With these words, the Vala reached down and took Armir's lifeless hand. Almost at once, the unmoving body of the Rivendell princess stirred. Legolas felt every part of his body become completely still as Armir slowly sat up to stand beside Nienna.
A look of confusion remained on her face for a few moments, but when she turned and saw Legolas standing there, a wide smile burst across her face, lighting up the vibrancy of her blue eyes. Immediately she began to run out of the shine towards him.
Only when Armir threw his arms around his neck did Legolas break out of shocked trance. As he sensed the warmth of her soft body pressed against hers, heard her weep, and felt her tears of joy fall from her eyes fall on his neck, his surprise faded to transform into an intense happiness that felt like it would burst his heart open. He wrapped his arms around her and held her close, his sobs joining hers.
"Tell me this is not another dream!" he begged, holding onto Armir tightly in fear of her being taken away again.
Armir smiled, resting her head against his shoulder. "No, this is not, my love." she whispered. "This time, it is real. And it is for good."
"But . . . how?" Legolas choked out. He took her face into his hands and gazed down at her desperately. "I thought you were lost to me forever."
"I almost was." Armir said softly. "But then, someone has been praying that I find true happiness, and the Valar decided to grant his wish."
Legolas stared at the white flower she pressed into his hand, and as memories of the past months flooded back to him, he finally understood what the Valar's plans for him and Armir had been all along.
"You were wrong, Legolas."
The prince turned to where Nienna had suddenly come to stand beside them. "Armir's true happiness did not lie in the gardens of Lorien in Valinor, but with you, the one she loves." she told him gently. "This is where she wants to be, and is where she belongs."
"We were merely testing your devotion for her." she continued. "And it pleases me to say that it is indeed stronger and more sincere than any we have ever seen between two elves. Just as Armir sacrificed her life to save yours, you were willing to give up your own happiness to preserve hers, and there is no love greater than that. "
The Vala then gazed at the two lovers and smiled. "You have indeed been blessed, my children." she told them softly. "The Powers are pleased to give you this second chance to live free and start a new life together, one that will prosper till the end of time and serve as proof to all that, in love, any suffering or obstacle can be conquered."
Having said this, she took Legolas' hand in her right and Armir's in her left. "May the grace of Eru keep you, Legolas and Armir." she said, bringing the two elves' hands together and joining them. "From this day forth your hearts and souls are bound, and forevermore will your devotion to one another endure, never to be touched by the darkness of death or evil ever again."
Soon after this blessing was uttered, the early lights of dawn appeared in the sky, and as the sun's first rays rose to bring forth a new day, Legolas took his wife into his arms, sealing their eternal bond with true love's kiss.
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COMING UP . . . CHAPTER 3 - REUNION
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A LOVE THAT BINDS
Chapter Two - RETURN
The receding golden light from the setting sun cast a soft glow on the swaying leaves of the great trees, heralding the final minutes of the day before the arrival of evening. The forests of Mirkwood were peaceful and more beautiful than ever as a band of Elven riders rode through the trails, led by a trio of the youngest elves in the party.
"What would like to do as soon as we get home, Legolas?" Firreon asked eagerly, pulling up his horse alongside the prince's and interrupting his conversation with Vetilien. "In case you are interested, the game has been excellent in these parts ever since the War ended. What say you and I go on a big hunting trip right after you have settled? First thing!"
From where she rode in-between the two he-elves, Vetilien rolled her eyes and sighed. "He comes home from a war, and the first thing you want him to do when he gets home is pick up his bow again?" she pointed out. "Honestly, Firreon, do you not think he needs a break from that sort of action?"
"Well, my Lady, contrary to the popular belief of fair, delicate damsels such as yourself, battles and hunts ARE two very different things, you know." Firreon responded with a wry grin. "Perhaps if you are able to take some time off your sessions of endless feminine primping one day, I could educate you a bit on their dissimilarities."
At this jest, the maiden turned beet red. "I am well aware of the differences between those two things, thank you very much! All I am saying is Legolas deserves to rest, and not have you dragging him off on yet another one of your wild escapades where one of you is bound to get hurt one way or the other!" she huffed. "And for your information, I do not primp!"
Firreon chuckled and waggled a finger at the elf as she stuck her tongue out at him. "Mind your manners, young maiden!" he chided, throwing her a look of mock horror. "There is royalty present!"
Legolas burst out laughing as he noted the effects of Firreon's teasing on poor Vetilien's expression. If there was one thing he missed most about being away from home for so long, it was the constant bickering of his two extremely opposite friends. He shook his head and sighed in contentment. It definitely was good to be home.
"So what do you say, your Highness?" Firreon asked again, turning his attention from the dagger looks Vetilien was throwing him and back to his best friend. "Do you feel up for a hunting trip, or are you still shamefully too exhausted from the pressures of being a newly-renowned hero?"
Legolas smiled. "A good hunt does sound wonderful, my friend." he admitted. "But I am inclined to agree with Vetilien this time. I think the best thing for me to do now is to lay low first during my few days back. After all that has gone on in my life for the past months, a period of solitude and reflection may just be what I need."
"But do not worry!" he added quickly upon noticing the disappointment on Firreon's face. "The moment I am done with my time of retreat, I shall go and take you up on that invitation. Just give me a few days."
Firreon then grinned and nodded. "All right, I shall agree to wait." he relented. "For as long as you promise not to stand me up for another one of Vetilien's silly picnics or anything. . . OW! That was most unbecoming, madam!"
Legolas laughed as Firreon rubbed the sore spot on his arm where Vetilien had smacked him with her horse's reins.
Yes, it definitely was good to be back.
* * *
A soft, pleasantly pine-scented wind tousled Legolas's blond hair slightly as he took his stroll that evening around the forest gardens located just outside his father's carven fortress. Only a year ago, a late night stroll outdoors would have been far too dangerous for a Woodland elf to do alone in these parts, but after the cleansing of Mirkwood by King Thranduil and Lord Celeborn, Mirkwood was now much safer and more peaceful than it had ever been in many centuries.
Legolas smiled, the happiness in his heart causing his sapphire eyes to shine brightly in the darkness. Mirkwood may not be as beautiful as the other Elven realms he had visited over his past journeys were, but there truly was no place like home. Here, it was always easy to find peace and contentment.
Just then, a deep bark sounded from behind him, and the young prince whirled around to gaze at the large hound with golden-white fur sniffing playfully at his heels. With a soft chuckle, he crouched down and affectionately patted his faithful hunting dog's head.
"Oio naa elealla alasse' (Ever is thy sight a joy), Rinfalath." he told the gentle beast, then laughed as the hound proceeded to lick his face in lively response. "I bet you are as eager to go on a hunting trip with me as Firreon is."
He gave the dog's head one last stroke before rising back up to his feet. "All in good time, my friend. I promise we shall go as soon as I am ready." he said softly. "As of now, perhaps you would just like to accompany me on my walk."
As Legolas straightened up, Rinfalath let out an excited bark and circled his master's legs once, then stood before him, wagging his hairy tail vigorously as he looked up at the elf through gleaming brown eyes. Legolas took one glance into the hound's intelligent eyes and knew at once what he wanted him to do. But before he could open his mouth to speak again, the dog dashed off.
"Rinfalath, wait!" Legolas called out, but the hound had already vanished into the trees, barking to let his master know where to follow. Puzzled but at the same time curious as to where Rinfalath wanted to lead him, the elf broke into a sprint after him.
Though Legolas was nearly as swift-footed as his hound, he had quite some difficulty in keeping up with the pace this time. Rinfalath was obviously very eager to show him something, something which certainly could not be so ordinary as game. Deeper the woods and further from the royal grounds did they run in a seemingly aimless direction, until Legolas had to doubt whether his canine friend was truly leading him someplace or was simply playing around.
The blind chase finally ended when Rinfalath came to a sudden stop at a forest clearing. Legolas halted right behind him, and took a moment to catch his breath before surveying the surroundings he had been led into. Since they had gone a considerable distance into the deeper, more isolated areas of the woods, their surroundings had grown quite dark, deathly quiet, and eerie-looking
The elf frowned and gazed around him uneasily, warrior reflexes kicking in. His hands were poised alertly at his sides, ready to reach for the blades sheathed at his back in case the need suddenly arose. It was not in his nature to trust in the shadows of this forest. Mirkwood may have improved over the past months, but he knew it could still not be completely safe.
Suddenly, his keen eyes caught sight of movement in the line of trees straight ahead. At the same time, Rinfalath leapt forward from where he originally stood still and watchful at his master's side, and bolted towards the same direction that had caught Legolas' attention.
Instinctively, Legolas pursued, drawing one knife in his apprehension. In a matter of seconds he reached the trees, and his senses finally perceived the target Rinfalath had been trying to direct him to all along.
A soft laugh drifted from the figure that bent over beside the hound, stroking his head as he wagged his tail in pleasure. The knife Legolas held in his hand fell to the ground with a dull thud. His breath became trapped in his throat as he suddenly froze in place from recognition.
He knew that voice.
The stranger rose to stand fully before him, a few feet away from his reach. From the soft glow she radiated with her presence, he could distinguish soft raven hair, milky white skin, and graceful curves of a delicately elegant body. In spite of the growing clarity of this vision, he could not, and would not move, too afraid that the beautiful image might fade away before he was ready.
She smiled at him and held out her hand. As though drawn to action by a life of its own, Legolas' arm raised up to stretch across the space between them, allowing his fingers to brush against hers. Upon feeling her touch, tears of disbelief and anxiety began to run from his eyes.
"Armir?" he whispered at last, hardly daring to speak in his tremendous fear of being wrong.
She smiled and nodded. "I have missed you, Legolas." she said softly.
Immediately he closed the distance separating them and pulled her into his arms. His whole body trembled as he wept into her hair, holding her tightly against him in his embrace, determined to never let her go. When he finally found in himself the ability to pull away slightly, he took her face in his hands and just stared at the sight his heart had been aching to see for so long.
"How can this be?" he managed to say, still unable to believe this was actually real.
His beloved simply smiled and placed her hands on his shoulders. As Legolas slid his arms down to her waist she tilted her head and kissed his lips lightly. Spurred by the feeling of her soft mouth against his, Legolas welcomed the kiss and returned it with a passion he never thought he would be able to feel again.
Then suddenly, a deep, strange voice, one that sounded far-away but forceful at the same time, called out and interrupted them. Though Legolas was unable to make out what the voice was even saying, it seemed to have a big effect on Armir. She immediately pulled away from their kiss with a small gasp, then turned her head to stare at something over his shoulder.
"What is it?" Legolas asked in concern, noticing the upset look that had suddenly overcome the fairness of her face. He turned to gaze in the same direction she was staring and caught sight of two figures standing in the distance. Despite the fact that he could not see them well enough to recognize them, he could perceive the radiance they cast in the darkness around them, so he knew they were benevolent. But who were they and what were they doing here? What relation did they have with Armir?
"Amin anta kelaya. (I must leave.)"
Upon hearing this sad whisper, Legolas' head snapped back to his lover, and he stared at her in horrified panic.
"N'uma (No)!" he cried out, sliding his arms further around her and holding her to him protectively.
But Armir only looked at him through eyes filling with tears as she shook her head. "Cormamin niuve tenna' ta elea lle au'. (My heart shall weep until it sees thee again.)" she whispered, raising a hand to touch his face lovingly. "Namaarie (Farewell)."
All of a sudden, before Legolas could prevent her or even realize what was happening, she vanished from his arms. He found himself instead standing face to face with yet a different woman. She was beautiful beyond description, with ebony hair that fell in waves around a lovely face and warm hazel eyes that were bright with wisdom and kindness yet filled with a deep and unknown sorrow.
The woman smiled at the astounded elf prince and began to speak, her melodious voice gentle but stern and authoritative.
"Lle amin he? (Do you love her)?"
Legolas swallowed heard and successfully mustered up enough courage to give his sure response. "Yassen ilya cormamin.(With all my heart.)" he said unfalteringly.
"San' tula elea he. (Then come see her.)" the woman told him slowly and firmly.
And before Legolas could say another word, she vanished from his side just as Armir had. Then suddenly he caught a glimpse of his lover standing across the clearing, her hand upon the arm of a tall, handsome man with long golden hair and piercing eyes of silver. He saw the mysterious stranger bend over to whisper something to Armir, causing her to tear her gaze from Legolas and allow herself to be led away back into the darkness.
"Armir, no!" Legolas shouted, then began to sprint forward as he regained the power in his legs. But he was too late. By the time he had reached the spot where they had stood Armir was already gone without a trace, with only the shadows left behind to remind him of his loss.
* * *
Legolas sat up abruptly with a gasp. It took him a long moment before he realized that he was in his bedroom, back at his father's underground palace. That episode in the woods . . . his meeting Armir-- it had all been just a dream.
Similar to the other dreams he had been having for the past few nights ever since he came home.
The elf sighed with weariness and, to some extent, relief. He threw aside the silken sheets that covered his legs and pulled on his trousers before sliding out of bed. It was nearly midnight, but he knew that his father was still awake attending to his kingdom's affairs. He needed to speak with him right away, and ask for permission to leave Mirkwood once again, as soon as possible.
Because now, the prince finally knew for certain what it was that he had to do.
* * *
"Rivendell?" Thranduil repeated, staring with puzzlement at the younger elf standing before his writing desk. "But you just got back!"
Legolas hung his head. "I know Father, and I am sorry." he replied softly. "But this is unfinished business that needs to be taken care of right away, otherwise I would never be able to enjoy any real peace of mind."
There was a moment of silence in the royal study, and Legolas braced himself for his father's imminent barrage of questions. Though several days had already passed since their reunion at Gondor, he had never taken the time to tell the King about Armir and the love he had shared with her. It was simply a story he was not willing to recall or even think about. At least, not until now, when he was at last being forced to deal with the issue all over again.
However, what the King had to say next caught Legolas completely by surprise.
"This is about Elladan's daughter, is it not?"
Thranduil smiled in amusement as his son stared back at him through wide eyes filled with astonishment. "You need not look so shocked, Legolas." he told him gently. "Lord Elrond told me all about it himself, of how you fell in love with his granddaughter, but then lost her in battle with the Uruks."
He sighed and leaned back in his chair. "I assumed you were not ready to speak to me about it yourself, so I said nothing." he explained. "I understand, Legolas. It is indeed a difficult thing to recollect memories of lost loves. But I wish for you to know that as a father who cares for you very much, you can speak to me about anything you wish to, at any time. All right?"
Legolas nodded and smiled weakly, but could say nothing due to the hardening lump in his throat.
"So . . ." Thranduil went on, rising from his chair and coming to the front of his desk to stand beside his son. "Allow me to get this straight. You wish now to go to Rivendell . . . to visit Lady Armir's grave?"
"Yes, father."
Thranduil frowned and rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "I suppose it is not in my place to interfere with such a decision, but . . . are you sure that is something you really want?" he asked, the concern transparent in his voice. "Is it not too soon? Have you had sufficient time to grieve?"
Legolas lowered his head to hide the shadows of pain in his eyes. "I have no choice." he murmured at last.
Thranduil raised his eyebrows. "Oh? Why do you say that?" he asked curiously.
Legolas shook his head. "It is difficult to explain, Ada." he said slowly. "All I know is, I must see her. At least one last time, in order to place some closure, to bring peace to my soul, and perhaps hers as well."
"All right." Thranduil sighed. "You know I will never deny you my consent for something as obviously important as this." He walked back behind his desk and rang the bell he used to summon his retainers. "I shall have an escort assembled for you and have the servants prepare all the provisions you may need."
Legolas smiled gratefully and took the king's hand, touching it to his forehead as a gesture of respect. "Thank you, Father."
Thranduil returned his son's smile with one that was filled with concern and sympathy. "I hope you find whatever it is you are looking for, Legolas." he told him gently.
Legolas nodded. "Yes. I hope so too." he whispered.
With that, the elf-prince bowed low to the king and exited the study, making his way back to his room to do his own packing for the journey.
* * *
"Fine day for a ride, is it not, your Highness?"
Legolas looked up from the bridle he had been adjusting to find the perpetually cheerful face of Firreon staring at him from over Arod's withers. His friend was leading his own horse, Geriand, by the reins and had his bow and quiver strapped on his back.
"What are you doing here?" the prince asked the young captain of the royal guard.
Firreon grinned from ear to ear. "What else does it look like?" he told him. "I am going with you! Your father figured you needed to be accompanied by someone who can make sure you got home in one piece."
Legolas smiled. "That would be splendid indeed, my friend." he responded. "But then will I not be stealing you away from more important duties?"
Firreon waved his hand carelessly. "The sentries can survive without me." he assured him. "There has not been a single orc attack in Mirkwood for over a month now."
He chuckled as he mounted his horse. "Besides, this is obviously more important. Someone has to watch your back and make sure that pretty face of yours comes to no harm. We cannot disappoint the lovely ladies of Mirkwood, now can we?"
Legolas shook his head and laughed. "No, I guess not." he retorted. "But do you not think your absence is going to turn out to be an even bigger disappointment for them?"
"Unfortunately, it is of popular belief that my manly charms are of no comparison to yours, my friend." Firreon joked back. "They shall be too busy bemoaning your absence to even notice mine."
"Excuse me, my lords."
Legolas turned around to face the owner of the soft, timid voice. It was a young she-elf with soft chestnut hair, shining hazel eyes, and one of the sweetest smiles ever to be seen in the Woodland Realm.
"Quel amrun (Good morning), Cithia!" the prince said with a courteous bow for the pretty handmaiden. "Might I say you are looking very lovely this morning?"
She blushed at this friendly gesture coming from a royal and therefore higher ranking elf, and bowed her own head. She held out to him a hefty satchel filled with rations. "This is your share of the provisions for the trip, my prince." she said softly.
"Thank you." Legolas told her with a smile, accepting the bag and proceeding to fasten it to Arod's saddle along with his other belongings. As he did so, he saw at the corner of his eye Firreon staring quite dumbly at the pretty maiden with a queer but all too familiar gleam in his eyes. For a brief moment, Cithia raised her shy gaze from the ground to steal a glance in Firreon's direction. The instant their gazes met, Cithia blushed even harder and quickly looked away.
She faced Legolas once again and curtsied. "Have a safe journey, your Highness." she murmured. "We shall be praying and looking forward to your speedy return."
Legolas smiled and nodded. "Yes. Thank you, my Lady." he managed to say, before the timid maiden rushed off back to the palace entrance.
As soon as she was gone, Legolas chuckled lightly and turned back to Firreon. "Why did I get the feeling that though she was looking at me, the one she really wanted to speak with was you?" he joked.
Then, realizing that Firreon was not listening to him but was instead still gaping after the beautiful Cithia's retreating back, Legolas nudged his arm forcefully. When his friend finally looked at him with a start, Legolas laughed again.
"So how fares things with her?' he asked. "Has anything improved even in the slightest while I was gone?"
Firreon sighed and shook his head rather despondently. "Nay, I am afraid we are getting nowhere, as usual. She still refuses to even have a word with me." he answered glumly. "Tell me the truth, Legolas. What is wrong with me? Am I that undesirable that I should scare her away every time I come near her?"
Legolas patted his back. "Certainly not, my friend." he assured him. "If there is one thing I know about Cithia, it is that she is the shyest elf in the entire kingdom, and thus is also the most difficult to approach. The fault is unquestionably not yours."
Just then, one of the Elven soldiers who were part of Legolas' chosen escort approached them. "We are all packed, assembled, and ready to set out, your Highness." he said with respectful bow of his head. "At your command."
Legolas nodded. "Very well." he said with authority in his tone. "We will leave now, in that case. I shall take lead."
As the soldier left to pass the word to the other members of their party, the elf-prince mounted his horse, and Firreon followed suit.
"Come." Legolas told his friend with a smile, as he took up Arod's reins. "You can tell me all about your problems of the heart as we go. We have yet a long ride ahead of us."
* * *
That night, the moon shone down brightly on the traveling elves of Mirkwood as they made camp, having already crossed nearly half the distance that separated King Thranduil's kingdom from that of Lord Elrond. As they sat by the fire, Legolas and Firreon carried on with the private conversation they had been having since they began their journey that morning.
"Cithia is just shy, Firreon." Legolas said, somewhat exasperated at his having to repeat this one simple fact for the hundredth time to his stubbornly dubious friend. "It is the only obstacle you have to overcome, and that takes time and patience."
Firreon sighed. "Her timidity is what I cannot understand." he grumbled, using the dagger he was toying with to draw circles on the ground. "What has she to be bashful about? She is so beautiful and sweet and kind, and perfect. If anyone is to feel insecure about his worthiness it should be I!"
Legolas could only smile and shake his head. "Well, you are the captain of the royal guard and a renowned hero of war, both honorable titles which command respect." he pointed out. "Perhaps she is a little intimidated by your high rank."
"What?" Firreon sputtered. "That is ridiculous! I have never made a big deal out of any of those achievements, so why must she be bothered by them?" He crossed his arms over his chest grumpily. "Besides, what about you?!"
"What about me?"
"You are a Prince of Mirkwood, not to mention a great hero of Middle Earth-- immensely more distinguished than I will ever be!" Firreon exclaimed. "Why then is she not as unsettled by you as she is by me?"
Legolas grinned. "Well, I cannot be entirely sure, but I suppose it has something to do with the fact that I have known her since she was born." he said wryly. "She practically grew up in the palace as my sister!"
Firreon groaned and threw up his hands in defeat. "I can live to be twice my age of three thousand years, and still I will never understand she- elves." he mumbled. "They are the most peculiar of Eru's creations, if my opinion were to be asked."
"Aye." Legolas agreed with a melancholy sigh of his own. "They are puzzling creatures all right, but undoubtedly as beautiful and wonderful as they are difficult to figure out."
There then came a moment of silence between them as they both stared into the flames of the campfire, lost in their own thoughts of the maidens for whom their hearts yearned.
It was Firreon who spoke up to break the hush, somewhat squirming with uneasiness as though he was not quite sure of what to say.
"Legolas . . ." he began uncomfortably, poking the ground with his dagger and staring directly at the ground to avoid looking at his friend. "Your father warned me specifically not to ask you about this, because he thought it would upset you. But . . . forgive me. I just cannot help my curiosity and concern for you any longer." His voice trailed off, and he raised his eyes slightly to check on the prince's reaction to his words.
Legolas placed a reassuring hand on Firreon's shoulder. "It's all right, Mellonamin." he told him gently and sincerely. "We have been friends far too long for me to be keeping any secrets from you. Anything you may wish to know, you need only ask."
"All right." Firreon took a deep breath before blurting out his inquiry in a nervous rush. "I would just like to ask. This maiden we are going to visit in Rivendell . . . who is she?"
Legolas merely smiled, having already anticipated this personal question. He leaned back against the tree under which he sat, and allowed his gaze to drift back pensively to the dancing flames of the fire.
"She is Lord Elrond's granddaughter. A princess of Rivendell, and a companion of ours in the Fellowship." he said at last, his voice soft and wistful. "She was most beautiful creature to ever grace the lands of this mortal world, and is the only love I would ever know and hold in my heart for my entire life."
At last he managed to look up and face Firreon, smiling in order to ease the worry he knew his friend was feeling for him. He then uttered the words he knew they both needed to hear them say out loud.
"And I am going to visit her in Rivendell simply . . . to say goodbye."
* * *
Upon dismounting Arod, Legolas turned to gaze at his surroundings with a fond smile creeping across his face. On the third evening of their journey from Mirkwood, they had finally arrived at their destination, and the young elf's heart rejoiced to feast his eyes on the place he had strangely begun to see also as a second home. Rivendell seemed even more beautiful now than it had been when he last visited. Obviously, like the Woodland Realm, Lord Elrond's fair kingdom was benefiting much from the fall of the Enemy and his dark influence.
"So this is the famed Rivendell . . ."
Legolas faced Firreon, who had come to stand beside him, then chuckled at the look of wonder on his friend's face. "Yes, it is." he said with fond pride in his tone.
Firreon shook his head, eyes dancing with delight. "It is a magnificent place." he murmured. "It gives justice to the many rumors I have heard of its beauty."
"Vendui (Greetings), Legolas Thranduillion."
At the sound of the welcoming voice, the prince of Mirkwood spun around. He caught sight of a group of Rivendell elves approaching their party of woodland elves, led by a tall, exceedingly handsome he-elf with bright golden hair and an air of nobility and wisdom about him.
Legolas immediately bowed his head and touched his hand to his chest in greeting. "Mae govannen (Well met), Glorfindel." he responded. "Tis wonderful to see you again."
The older elf smiled at the prince as they came to stand before each other. "Indeed. How good of you to visit us once more." he said sincerely. "To what do we owe the pleasure of this unexpected call?"
"A delayed acceptance to an invitation from Master Elrond." Legolas replied simply. "Would you kindly inform him that we have arrived?"
"It has already been done, my friend." Glorfindel assured him. "He should be on his way here as we speak."
"No. I am here now."
At once, everyone in their group turned to the sound of this authoritative voice, and sure enough beheld the sight of the great elf lord walking towards them. As all the elves bowed before him, the Lord of Imladris gave them a warm smile of greeting.
"Welcome, Legolas, and the rest of our Sindarin brothers." he said kindly. "We are certainly pleased to have to here as our guests." He spoke these words meant for the whole Woodland Realm delegation, yet the knowing smile and gaze he fixated on their prince was obviously for him alone.
Legolas returned the smile and bowed his head humbly. "Thank you, my Lord" he said softly. "Pardon our coming here just like this, with no prior word or warning. I hope you will forgive any disturbance or inconvenience we may cause you."
Elrond shook his head. "Not at all." he told him firmly. "I have actually been expecting you for some days now."
Legolas raised his head back up to look at the elder elf with questioning surprise, but Elrond simply smiled again and nodded towards Glorfindel and his group of retainers.
"My people will show your companions to the House and help them get settled." he said, and at once Glorfindel stepped forward to begin fulfilling this instruction. He then placed a hand on Legolas' shoulder and began to steer him away from the rest of the group before any protests could be made.
"In the meantime, my son, you will come with me." he said gently. "I believe it is time you are taken to the person you have come all the way here just to see."
* * *
"I am glad you came, Legolas." Elrond said to the elf walking beside him, as they made their way towards the forests bordering the outer grounds of the Last Homely House. "Something in my heart told me that you would turn up sooner or later. I am just glad you did not choose to wait for too long before doing so."
Legolas sighed. "I have missed her." he admitted quietly as an answer. "And the dreams that have been haunting my sleep have not made the longing easier to bear."
Elrond turned to him with curiosity on his wise face. "Dreams?" he repeated. "What dreams?"
The elf-prince took a deep breath before launching into his explanations. "Every night since I came home to Mirkwood I would see Armir in my sleep." he said softly. "So clear and yet so distant would the visions of her seem, almost as if they were real. I would take her in my arms and for a moment it would seem as though we were reunited once more, in perfect happiness."
His brow creased and his expression darkened as he went on. "But each time, the same outcome would follow. We would be interrupted by the arrival of two strangers, a man and a woman. The man would call Armir and take her away from my sight and reach, and the woman would come speak to me. She would always tell me the same thing. To come to Rivendell, and visit Armir. Then the dream would end and I would wake."
Upon finishing this story, Legolas turned back to face Lord Elrond. "Might you be able to tell me what this dream means, my Lord?" he asked hopefully.
Elrond smiled and shook his head. "I do not believe I am the one who can or should tell you." he replied wisely. "You followed as your dream instructed and have come to Rivendell. I believe that your presence alone will be able to give you the answers you seek."
As he said this, he stopped in his tracks and gestured behind Legolas. The prince turned to gaze what the Lord was pointing at --- a weathered path that led into the small forest.
"Follow that trail, and it will bring you straight to the shrine where she rests." Elrond instructed. "I shall leave you be and let you go on your own, for I understand that privacy is necessary in this sort of visit. No one will disturb you, and you can stay for as long as you like."
"Thank you, my Lord." Legolas said, bowing his head.
Elrond merely smiled, and said nothing even as he turned and walked back in the direction from where they had come, leaving Legolas to continue down the path all by himself.
It did not take him long before he reached the end of his march down the trail. Anticipation and nervousness quickened his step, and brought him to the sight of a beautiful shrine set up in the middle of the forest clearing. The shrine consisted of a large, white, open tent filled with flowers of every kind and color, obviously offerings for the person lying on the luxurious elevated bed situated at the center of the tent.
Legolas' heart began to pound heavily as he approached in trance, drawn involuntarily towards the lovely figure resting in the shrine. No tears came to his eyes even as the sight of her came nearer and clearer to him. No sadness crushed his spirit as he moved close enough to behold the vision of her immaculately fair face. As he came to stand beside the bed, he was filled instead with a strange contentment and peace. It was as though he had finally come home, had found the place where he truly belonged.
He knelt at her side where she lay still and lifeless, and with a shaking hand took hers. She was so beautiful, as she had always been since the day he first saw her. Not a thing in her seems to have changed; even the smile on her sweet lips could not be stolen by her death.
And so there by his lover's bed did the elf-prince stay, never shifting his worshipful eyes from the sight of her. The moon rose high in the sky as hours passed by, and still he refused to leave or even move an inch. He was determined not to lose her again, not when he had finally found his way back to her side.
* * *
The sound of melodious laughter reached Legolas' keen ears, and at once he lifted his head to alertly scan the surroundings for its source. That was when he realized that he was walking amidst the tall trees of a magnificent, lush garden. A mild breeze blew all around him, caressing his cheeks while filling his nostrils with the scent of thousands of flowers and other smells of nature. Bright starlight and moonlight shone from a cloudless sky overhead, casting a glow of silvery radiance around every corner of the unmistakable paradise.
The mysterious laughter sounded again, sounding nearer this time, and Legolas wasted no time in tracking it down. A brief sprint led him past more trees till at last he stumbled into a glade through which ran a small stream.
There, he saw two beautiful maidens sitting by the stream, giggling as they dipped their feet into the rushing waters and chatted. Both with long raven hair, creamy skin, and mesmerizing smiles, they appeared almost identical to each other, except that one somehow seemed to be younger than the other, and somewhat more beautiful to Legolas' eyes .
After a few moments of silent staring, Legolas felt his heart stand still as he eventually came to a recognition of these two women.
It was Armir and . . . her mother. Nurréien, the wife of Elladan.
Overcome with excitement, Legolas stepped forward at once, ready to approach the two maidens and make sure they were not mere visions haunting his imagination. However, he was held back by a gentle hand that suddenly took him by the shoulder.
"Wait."
He whirled around at once and found himself face to face with yet another maiden, whose radiant face Legolas recognized immediately. It was the mysterious woman from his dreams.
"Who are you?" he demanded, his frustration and uncertainty causing him to speak in a manner that was uncharacteristically hostile.
The woman smiled gently at him, apparently unruffled by his unfriendly tone. "I believe, by your people, I am called Nienna." she answered softly.
Upon hearing this, Legolas stared at her in shock, rendered speechless by the realization, horror, and shame that struck him one after the other. As soon as he regained himself he fell to his knees before the Valie (Queen of the Valar).
"Forgive me, my Lady." he whispered in embarrassment. "I did not know . . ."
But Nienna simply smiled and reached down to touch the elf's face. With a gentle hand she lifted his chin, causing to look back up at her.
"There is no need for that, Legolas." she told him kindly. "You heeded my call, and have come as I had asked. Thus you are here as my guest, so there is no need for you to be afraid. Now please, rise."
"Y-your guest?" Legolas stammered as he slowly got back up on his feet. "I do not think I understand."
Nienna gazed at him directly as she spoke, her beautiful eyes shining with wisdom and compassion. "I know of your suffering, young one." she murmured. "I know you have been missing her very much, and I thought it may help your heart find peace if I were to bring you here and show you this."
She lifted a graceful hand and gestured towards the two maidens still sitting by the stream. Legolas followed her motion and rested his stare back on Armir's smiling face.
"I wanted you to see for yourself, Legolas, that Armir is safe and happy here with us." Nienna continued softly, as they both watched the object of their conversation laughing in the company of her mother. "Now she has her mother, as well as many other friends who love her dearly. I can assure you that she will be well cared for here in Valinor."
Legolas felt a strange feeling stir his heart as he observed his beloved's radiant face. He had never seen her look so joyful, so carefree and full of life. Who would not be, in a beautiful place such as this? He knew he should in turn be happy for her, pleased that she was able to reach a sanctuary where nothing could ever hurt her or make her unhappy ever again. But, somehow, he knew that gladness was not the emotion he could feel growing in his chest.
Just then, out of no where appeared a tall, golden haired stranger who began making his way towards the mother and daughter. Legolas recognized him instantly as the same man who had appeared in his dreams to take Armir away. Upon seeing this new arrival approach, Armir immediately got up and ran over to meet him, the elated smile growing brighter on her face. Legolas watched as the handsome man in turn greeted her with a loving kiss on her forehead.
"As you can see, Armir has won the love and affection of my brother, Irmo, Master of Dreams and Visions and Lord of Lorien." he overheard Nienna explain with a smile. "She has become his favorite, and he will do anything in his power to make sure she is given everything her heart desires."
"Then I realize what it is you want me to do." Legolas whispered. He turned his gaze back to the Vala, though could not manage to directly meet her eyes. "You have brought me here, and shown me all this, because it is time for me to let Armir go. You want me to forget about her, and truly move on."
Nienna touched his shoulder gently. "Loss of a loved one is not dealt with in forgetting." she told him quietly. "But in the preservation of memories in your heart, and the hope and faith that one day, you will see each other again."
Legolas nodded, but ducked his head to shamefully hide from her the tears that were uncontrollably filling his eyes.
"Legolas," Nienna went on, resting her hand on his chin and tilting it back up. "What if I were to tell you that I am willing to give you a choice?"
The elf-prince's brow creased as he stared back at the Vala questioningly. "What choice?"
"I can make it so that she will be returned to you." Nienna said seriously. "You need only say the word, and my brother Mandos will send her spirit back to Middle Earth. The two of you can be together again, if it is really your wish to have her back."
Disbelief filled Legolas' expression. "You mean this?"
Nienna smiled. "Of course." she replied. "Love and mercy knows boundaries, young one." She paused and diverted her gaze back to Armir. "The only question now is, what is it that you really want?"
At this, Legolas fell silent as he also turned his head back to look at Armir. What DID he really want? To take her away from her mother again? To bring her out of this beautiful haven of peace and bliss? To force her to come back to Middle Earth with him, where she can be subjected to pain and sadness all over again? Will he ever be able to make her as happy as she looked now?
"No." Legolas finally whispered. He lowered his gaze with a sigh, then closed his eyes momentarily before facing Nienna with a sad smile. "I do not wish for Armir to leave this place. Here she has found true happiness, and I will not be the one to take it away." He took a deep breath. "I want her to remain happy, even if it means having to let her go."
A radiant smile spread across the Valie's beautiful face upon hearing these words. Leaning over she planted a kiss on Legolas' forehead before speaking again.
"So be it."
* * *
The night was already beginning to fade into dawn when Legolas came out of his slumber, the memory of his dream still fresh in his mind. He lifted his head up slowly from where it had rested on Armir's bed, where he had fallen asleep in his vigil. He then stared down at the sweet face still in peaceful rest before him.
In spite of the rekindled grief wrenching his heart, Legolas smiled faintly and tenderly stroked Armir's soft cheek. Then, leaning close, he laid one last kiss on her motionless lips.
"Namaarie, Armir." he murmured as he drew away. A glistening tear slid down his cheek. "I will see you again. Someday."
He then forced himself on this feet, and turned away from the sight of her before his strength to walk away failed him. His steps were quick and desperate, as he was determined to do the right thing, which he now realized was to leave her. Armir was no longer his to hold onto.
The elf's distressed retreat was impeded, however, by a voice that suddenly called to him. It was a voice that spoke with such authority and beauty that he had no choice but to heed it instantly.
"Legolas!"
The elf-prince spun back around to behold the vision of a radiantly beautiful woman clad in raiment that cannot be mistaken to be of earthly origin. It was Nienna, shining gloriously in a splendor that Legolas had never laid eyes on his whole life, and therefore struck him with an awe that made him freeze in wonder.
From where she stood beside Armir's bed, Nienna smiled at the amazed elf and spoke to him.
"Will you so readily leave without the one you came to Imladris for?"
With these words, the Vala reached down and took Armir's lifeless hand. Almost at once, the unmoving body of the Rivendell princess stirred. Legolas felt every part of his body become completely still as Armir slowly sat up to stand beside Nienna.
A look of confusion remained on her face for a few moments, but when she turned and saw Legolas standing there, a wide smile burst across her face, lighting up the vibrancy of her blue eyes. Immediately she began to run out of the shine towards him.
Only when Armir threw his arms around his neck did Legolas break out of shocked trance. As he sensed the warmth of her soft body pressed against hers, heard her weep, and felt her tears of joy fall from her eyes fall on his neck, his surprise faded to transform into an intense happiness that felt like it would burst his heart open. He wrapped his arms around her and held her close, his sobs joining hers.
"Tell me this is not another dream!" he begged, holding onto Armir tightly in fear of her being taken away again.
Armir smiled, resting her head against his shoulder. "No, this is not, my love." she whispered. "This time, it is real. And it is for good."
"But . . . how?" Legolas choked out. He took her face into his hands and gazed down at her desperately. "I thought you were lost to me forever."
"I almost was." Armir said softly. "But then, someone has been praying that I find true happiness, and the Valar decided to grant his wish."
Legolas stared at the white flower she pressed into his hand, and as memories of the past months flooded back to him, he finally understood what the Valar's plans for him and Armir had been all along.
"You were wrong, Legolas."
The prince turned to where Nienna had suddenly come to stand beside them. "Armir's true happiness did not lie in the gardens of Lorien in Valinor, but with you, the one she loves." she told him gently. "This is where she wants to be, and is where she belongs."
"We were merely testing your devotion for her." she continued. "And it pleases me to say that it is indeed stronger and more sincere than any we have ever seen between two elves. Just as Armir sacrificed her life to save yours, you were willing to give up your own happiness to preserve hers, and there is no love greater than that. "
The Vala then gazed at the two lovers and smiled. "You have indeed been blessed, my children." she told them softly. "The Powers are pleased to give you this second chance to live free and start a new life together, one that will prosper till the end of time and serve as proof to all that, in love, any suffering or obstacle can be conquered."
Having said this, she took Legolas' hand in her right and Armir's in her left. "May the grace of Eru keep you, Legolas and Armir." she said, bringing the two elves' hands together and joining them. "From this day forth your hearts and souls are bound, and forevermore will your devotion to one another endure, never to be touched by the darkness of death or evil ever again."
Soon after this blessing was uttered, the early lights of dawn appeared in the sky, and as the sun's first rays rose to bring forth a new day, Legolas took his wife into his arms, sealing their eternal bond with true love's kiss.
* * *
COMING UP . . . CHAPTER 3 - REUNION
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See you next time, and hopefully it won't be too long from now! ;p Thanks for your time! Take care, all!