Writer's note: I forgot to say this, while the idea and characters of
Middle-Earth belong respectively to JRR Tolkien and the Tolkien Estate,
Milyla is my own characters, the names of the daughters of Aragorn and
Arwen are mine, and this situation is mine. Buh-bye!!!
"You waste your time Galadriel. Nothing can save me now. I bid you to go to Lothlorien and spend your days with your mother." King Elessar lay in his bed while his eldest daughter Galadriel sat by his side caring for him. He was very sick, and his hair was gray, his eyes to match.
"Ada*, time goes slow for the sick, yet fast for the healthy. I wish time to go faster for you. That is why I care for you, when my brother cannot." Galadriel's long thick black hair fell into Elessar's face as she leaned over him. She pushed it away, letting her gray eyes shine through. "Do you think your children care not for you? While Elendil, Elenty, and Evenstar may be with the elves, they only left at your command."
"Yeldë*, amin delotha lle*. You care too much." Elessar laughed, as did Galadriel.
"Amin delotha lle yourself Ada. You don't care enough."
"I care plenty."
"You do not!"
"I am King Elessar! I care enough!"
"And I am your yeldë, and I say not enough." Galadriel laughed as Elessar turned red.
"I'm not going to deal with you."
"Then don't."
"I won't."
"You are."
"Listening to you is enough to kill me."
"Yet you stay alive Ada."
"Yeldë, it won't last long at this rate." They laughed together, and from the doorway of King Elessar's bedroom, Galadriel's sister, Natila, laughed silently along with them, wishing she could share this joyous moment with them.
~*~*~*~*~
"Amin mela lle*, Milyla." Legolas glanced out the window of his rooms, and thought about the last few days. It had been a week since his meeting with Elrond and Elrohir, and something was bothering him. What had Elendil meant by "What makes you doubt Milyla's being?" Wasn't it clear? Milyla was gone, and it had been years. As his thoughts turned from time to memories of Milyla, one stuck out in his mind. He walked to his bed and laid down on it, still thinking about that one time back in Mirkwood with Milyla....
~*~*~*~*~
"Amin mela lle." A tall raven haired, blue/gray eyed elven woman sat beside Prince Legolas Greenleaf of Mirkwood, beside a small pond hidden deep in the forest of Mirkwood. She had her head on his shoulder, and her feet in the water.
"Amin mela lle, Milyla." Legolas replied, with a grin on his face. He leaned back on his hands, as did Milyla. She turned from the water to turn and sit on top of him, giggling.
"Why did I ever agree to love such a copycat elf?" She smiled at him and leaned down close to his face as he lay down on the ground.
"Maybe it was my princely charm? Or my money. Who knows? Maybe it was because the elves of Imladris aren't good enough for you."
"I doubt that. You know as well as I do Elrohir wanted me to agree to marry him."
"How does that make the elves of Imladris any better? It just means Elrohir loved you. Enough to let you go with the one who cared for more."
"I still care for Elrohir, as a brother though." Milyla and Legolas closed their eyes as Milyla kissed him softly on the lips. "You are another story, melamin*."
"I see, and you, mela en' coiamin*, are another story I suppose."
"Is there another you befriend?"
"Does the lady Arwen count?"
"In that case, I am another story." She kissed him again, and left herself fall on him. Entranced by her kiss, Legolas took no notice of her falling on him. He grabbed her face, and kissed her more, with more passion....
~*~*~*~*~
"Legolas? Legolas wake up!" Somebody was shaking him. Legolas opened his eyes enough to see Elendil standing over him.
"What is it Elendil?"
"It's Milyla! She's been found!!!" Legolas shot up knocking Elendil in the head.
"What?!"
"You've been sleeping for a month. Milyla was found last night. Elrohir was out by the borders practicing with a sword when something hit against his. After a while, he was injured, it was then Milyla reveiled herself, and saw who she had been fighting. Elrohir was too hurt to notice who it was, so he struck in the stomach, and now Lord Elrond wishes everyone in Imladris to be awoken for a council."
"She's been found? Where is she? Is she alright? What happened?" Legolas' ears had stopped working after hearing she had been found.
"Legolas, dress in your most elegant clothing. Lord Elrond wishes it of everyone. And than get to the Council." Elendil left and want to the other rooms in Imladris. Legolas dressed quickly, and nearly ran to the Council. ~*~*~*~*~
Light was blinding. She couldn't see very well. Then, a shadow covered the light, allowing her to open her eyes. She couldn't see well.
"Milyla. Cormamin lindua ele lle*. Welcome home, daughter of Imladris." Milyla recognized the voice.
"Ada? Ada is that you?" Milyla's voice had changed. What had once been a sweet, kind, silky voice had turned gravely from sickness.
"Yes, yeldë, it is I." Her father appeared before her as her vision returned. He still had the same raven hair, and blue/gray eyes, yet his face told of many years since their last meeting. "Sut naa lle*?"
"Better than for many years. Tell me, Ada, what has become of Legolas of Mirkwood?" A slight smile appeared on Orme's face as he looked at his daughter.
"I would think you would ask that. He is here in Imladris. I am about to attend the Council. Would you like me to ask for him to come to see you after Council?"
"Please. Have him come alone as well."
"I will do that. Welcome home Milyla." Orme smiled, kissed his daughter on the head, and walked to the Council.
Glossary:
Ada- Father
Yeldë- Daughter
Amin delotha lle- I hate you
Amin mela lle- I love you
Melamin- My love
Mela en' coiamin- Love of my life
Cormamin lindua ele lle- My heart sings to see thee
Sut naa lle- How are you?
"You waste your time Galadriel. Nothing can save me now. I bid you to go to Lothlorien and spend your days with your mother." King Elessar lay in his bed while his eldest daughter Galadriel sat by his side caring for him. He was very sick, and his hair was gray, his eyes to match.
"Ada*, time goes slow for the sick, yet fast for the healthy. I wish time to go faster for you. That is why I care for you, when my brother cannot." Galadriel's long thick black hair fell into Elessar's face as she leaned over him. She pushed it away, letting her gray eyes shine through. "Do you think your children care not for you? While Elendil, Elenty, and Evenstar may be with the elves, they only left at your command."
"Yeldë*, amin delotha lle*. You care too much." Elessar laughed, as did Galadriel.
"Amin delotha lle yourself Ada. You don't care enough."
"I care plenty."
"You do not!"
"I am King Elessar! I care enough!"
"And I am your yeldë, and I say not enough." Galadriel laughed as Elessar turned red.
"I'm not going to deal with you."
"Then don't."
"I won't."
"You are."
"Listening to you is enough to kill me."
"Yet you stay alive Ada."
"Yeldë, it won't last long at this rate." They laughed together, and from the doorway of King Elessar's bedroom, Galadriel's sister, Natila, laughed silently along with them, wishing she could share this joyous moment with them.
~*~*~*~*~
"Amin mela lle*, Milyla." Legolas glanced out the window of his rooms, and thought about the last few days. It had been a week since his meeting with Elrond and Elrohir, and something was bothering him. What had Elendil meant by "What makes you doubt Milyla's being?" Wasn't it clear? Milyla was gone, and it had been years. As his thoughts turned from time to memories of Milyla, one stuck out in his mind. He walked to his bed and laid down on it, still thinking about that one time back in Mirkwood with Milyla....
~*~*~*~*~
"Amin mela lle." A tall raven haired, blue/gray eyed elven woman sat beside Prince Legolas Greenleaf of Mirkwood, beside a small pond hidden deep in the forest of Mirkwood. She had her head on his shoulder, and her feet in the water.
"Amin mela lle, Milyla." Legolas replied, with a grin on his face. He leaned back on his hands, as did Milyla. She turned from the water to turn and sit on top of him, giggling.
"Why did I ever agree to love such a copycat elf?" She smiled at him and leaned down close to his face as he lay down on the ground.
"Maybe it was my princely charm? Or my money. Who knows? Maybe it was because the elves of Imladris aren't good enough for you."
"I doubt that. You know as well as I do Elrohir wanted me to agree to marry him."
"How does that make the elves of Imladris any better? It just means Elrohir loved you. Enough to let you go with the one who cared for more."
"I still care for Elrohir, as a brother though." Milyla and Legolas closed their eyes as Milyla kissed him softly on the lips. "You are another story, melamin*."
"I see, and you, mela en' coiamin*, are another story I suppose."
"Is there another you befriend?"
"Does the lady Arwen count?"
"In that case, I am another story." She kissed him again, and left herself fall on him. Entranced by her kiss, Legolas took no notice of her falling on him. He grabbed her face, and kissed her more, with more passion....
~*~*~*~*~
"Legolas? Legolas wake up!" Somebody was shaking him. Legolas opened his eyes enough to see Elendil standing over him.
"What is it Elendil?"
"It's Milyla! She's been found!!!" Legolas shot up knocking Elendil in the head.
"What?!"
"You've been sleeping for a month. Milyla was found last night. Elrohir was out by the borders practicing with a sword when something hit against his. After a while, he was injured, it was then Milyla reveiled herself, and saw who she had been fighting. Elrohir was too hurt to notice who it was, so he struck in the stomach, and now Lord Elrond wishes everyone in Imladris to be awoken for a council."
"She's been found? Where is she? Is she alright? What happened?" Legolas' ears had stopped working after hearing she had been found.
"Legolas, dress in your most elegant clothing. Lord Elrond wishes it of everyone. And than get to the Council." Elendil left and want to the other rooms in Imladris. Legolas dressed quickly, and nearly ran to the Council. ~*~*~*~*~
Light was blinding. She couldn't see very well. Then, a shadow covered the light, allowing her to open her eyes. She couldn't see well.
"Milyla. Cormamin lindua ele lle*. Welcome home, daughter of Imladris." Milyla recognized the voice.
"Ada? Ada is that you?" Milyla's voice had changed. What had once been a sweet, kind, silky voice had turned gravely from sickness.
"Yes, yeldë, it is I." Her father appeared before her as her vision returned. He still had the same raven hair, and blue/gray eyes, yet his face told of many years since their last meeting. "Sut naa lle*?"
"Better than for many years. Tell me, Ada, what has become of Legolas of Mirkwood?" A slight smile appeared on Orme's face as he looked at his daughter.
"I would think you would ask that. He is here in Imladris. I am about to attend the Council. Would you like me to ask for him to come to see you after Council?"
"Please. Have him come alone as well."
"I will do that. Welcome home Milyla." Orme smiled, kissed his daughter on the head, and walked to the Council.
Glossary:
Ada- Father
Yeldë- Daughter
Amin delotha lle- I hate you
Amin mela lle- I love you
Melamin- My love
Mela en' coiamin- Love of my life
Cormamin lindua ele lle- My heart sings to see thee
Sut naa lle- How are you?
