(dah dah dah dah! Oh yes, me the pathetic writer of this story has FINALY
updated!!!!!! I feel so bad, I know that there are some of you out there
who are my regular readers and count on me to bring you quick updates. I'm
SOOOOOO SORRY!!!!!! I'm a procrastinator okay??? See I admit it! Well
actually there was a little bit of writers block too. I was almost finished
with this and I didn't like how it was going so I trashed the first copy
and started over again. And then I was going to get it finished and posted
over a week ago and on the day I set aside time..i broke my fingers in a
horse riding accident. it was and still is painful BUT..I have managed to
find a way to get it done with a few days to heal and even though I can
only use 8 out of ten fingers..i finished! YAY! So.here it is. I hope my
regulars can find it in their hearts to forgive me.)
Chapter 9: Two Halves To Make A Whole.
Legolas awoke early and pulled himself out of bed, he stretched and blinked. Ready for a new day. He walked to the closet, fumbling through robes and other elven clothes until he found his green jerkin and silver tunic. He slipped both of them on and pulled on some leggings.
The room was washed in pale blue light; the sun had not yet emerged over the trees. Legolas sighed and flopped back down onto his bed, resting his hands behind his head, gazing at nothing inparticular. For an hour or so he lay like this, then there came a creak as his door was opened swiftly. He did not see much, but a flash of gold and white moved from his door to his bed. There came a laugh and the image flopped down onto his bed, landing across his legs.
Legolas jerked up and smiled. 'Aire! What are you doing?'
Aireromen played with his bare feet as she lay across his legs. 'I came to see if you were up and about. your toes are cold.' She wrinkled her nose.
Legolas laughed and pulled his legs away from her, standing up from his bed. He walked to a table and sat down on the floor next to it, grabbing his boots from a chair and placing them on his feet. 'Your not going riding dressed like that are you?'
He nodded his head in her direction, gazing up at her as she lay on his bed, fiddling with the sheets, tracing the patterns with her fingers.
Aireromen sighed and shook her head, 'No, of course not. I couldn't very well do much in this dress now could I? I wore this to bed. I was going to change. And thank you for pointing all this out..ADA.' (Dad)
Legolas pretended not to hear her sarcasm and stood, walking to the balcony. The sky was turning pink as the sun slowly rose into the clear summer morning. 'It's going to be a beautiful day, a perfect day for riding.'
Aireromen slid off of his bed and came to stand beside him, smiling at the unfolding dawn. 'Yes.'
'So you had better hurry so we can enjoy it.' Legolas smiled and nudged her playfully.
Aireromen grinned and stood up on her toes, kissing his lips. She laughed softly and turned, half walking, half floating out of his room and down the hall. Legolas smiled and walked to the table, a box lay there, he opened it and removed a small ring from its contents. He placed it in his right hand and gazed at it. Today was the day.
He heard Aireromen come down the hall, her boots hitting the stone floor softly. She emerged back into his room, now dressed for a day's ride. She wore pale grey leggings and a deep blue tunic; her long flowing hair was tied back away from her face. Even dressed boyish, she still looked radiant.
'Shall we then?' she gestured towards the door.
Legolas nodded and placed the ring in his pocket; he smiled at her and escorted her down the hall.
Morwing was gazing out at the woods from a window in his stall, he heard laughter and talking and recognized one of the voices immediately. He turned quickly in his stall and pushed his head over the stall door, tossing his neck and stamping his feet, neighing happily. Aireromen was coming.
His red eyed glittered as she smiled and approached his stall, he snorted and huffed, eager to get out for a ride.
'Good morning Morwing' Aireromen cooed softly into his finely curved black ear. She stroked his thick, powerful neck and kissed his velvet muzzle.
Morwing nudged her stomach gently, sighing.
Aireromen pushed him back gently and unlocked the stall door, she threw a rope around his neck and led him out, Legolas was awaiting them, his horse, Hathol, a white gelding, already set to leave.
Morwing stood still while Aireromen jumped lightly onto his back, she untied the rope from his neck and tossed it aside, patting the horse's shoulders.
'Ready? Legolas asked after he mounted Hathol.
'Ready' Aireromen nodded; she nudged Morwing into a trot and led the way out of the stables and into the woods.
All through out the day, they laughed and sang upbeat old elvish songs as they rode along.
They stopped briefly at their little private spot, the little clearing in the woods on the western border. They let the horse's drink from the stream before remounting and heading back to the palace at dusk.
They reached the stables just as the sun had disappeared over the mountains, Legolas dismounted and helped Aireromen get down. (Even though she was quite capable of getting off on her own.) They walked side by side into the stable, Aireromen bide her beloved Morwing goodnight and kissed his cheek.
They left the stable as the first stars were forming in the sky, as they approached the steps of the palace, they took notice of the figures standing at the base. King Thranduil stood, speaking to another male elf, and a younger elf maiden, both dark of hair.
'Hmm looks like Atari has company... he didn't say anything to me.' Legolas said softly into Aireromen's ear.
Thranduil smiled and waved as his son and Aireromen approached. The dark haired male elf nodded, and the Elf maiden smiled shyly, blushing when she saw Legolas.
'Ah! There you are! You've been gone all day, come I want you to meet these fine folk.' Thranduil said merrily to his son.
Legolas glanced humorously at Aireromen and rolled his eyes, she covered her mouth swiftly as she held back her laughter.
'This is my son, Legolas. The one I have told you about.' Thranduil glowed with pride as he introduced his son. 'Legolas, this is Lord Aphadon and his daughter, Menel.'
Legolas smiled at them and nodded his head. 'It is very nice to meet you both.'
Menel blushed and fiddled with a strand of her dark hair, batting her eyes at the prince.
Aireromen glanced at her, her eyes untrusting of this strange maiden.
'And who is this pretty young maiden next to your son, surely she must be of great noble elven linage. She has the look of the Noldor. There are not many that are left here in Middle-earth akin to them anymore.' Aphadon smiled politely and wondrously at Aireromen.
Thranduil beamed and laughed. 'Oh yes, how could I forget. This is Aireromen Silverlode, the daughter of Lord Celeborn and of Galadriel, Lady of light. She is here visiting my son, they are very close.' Thranduil winked at Aireromen and grinned.
Menel glared at Aireromen.
'The Daughter of Galadriel! I should have known. Yet if I may say so you are far fairer than your mother, and that my lady is a compliment.' Aphadon took her hand and kissed it. 'It is an honor to meet you.'
'Thank you my lord.' Aireromen smiled and bowed.
Legolas's gaze moved from Aireromen to Menel, his face contorted slightly with surprise and a bit of confusion upon noticing her eyes. They were misted over, she seemed smitten by him, she smiled and giggled at him while Aireromen, Thranduil and Aphadon made small talk about Aireromen's parents and home.
Legolas sighed, he wanted to tell her that she was waisting her time, but that would be unpolite. Not that this bothered him, but for his father's sake and for hers, he was going to have to deal with this. A thought came to his mind; he smiled and glanced at Menel. Legolas slowly reached for Aireromen's hand, taking it in his own, and bringing it to his lips in a tender kiss.
Only Menel saw this, and her eyelids became slits in her face, she shot daggers at him.
Legolas held in his laughter by biting his lip, the look on her face was sour, but rather hilarious. He cleared his throat and sighed loudly. 'Well father, if you don't mind, I think Aire and I will be heading into the palace to retire for the night. We had a long ride and are very tiered.'
Thranduil nodded and bid everyone to come inside for the evening. Aphadon and his daughter Menel were traveling further east and were only staying in Mirkwood for the night to rest.
Legolas and Aireromen wished the three goodnight before Legolas escorted her up the stairs to the main passway.
'Where are you taking me now?' Aireromen asked, dragging her feet on the floor as Legolas held her arm and led the way down the hall.
'Someplace' Legolas glanced back at her and smiled.
Aireromen raised an eyebrow and glanced at him suspiciously. 'What are you up to?'
'Nothing' was all he would say.
'Your up to something... I know you are.' She glared at him as they continued down the hall. 'Are you going to show me something?'
'You'll just have to wait and see now wont you?' Legolas teased.
He stopped at a tall wooden door; he turned around to look at Aireromen in the eyes. 'There is something I want to show you.' He opened the door all the way and led Aireromen in.
She gazed around her, confused. 'It's a room' she said flatly, not understanding.
Legolas fiddled with the ring in his pocket.
Aireromen turned to him; 'You wanted to show me a room?'
Legolas took her hand and walked her to the balcony, so that they were now under a canopy of stars. He stared at her, holding her hand for a long while. He couldn't find the words.
'Legolas what is the matter?' Aireromen asked, trying to read his face.
'Aire, I brought you up here for a purpose...I wanted to do this where we could be alone, without everyone around to meddle in it.' He gazed down into her eyes like sapphire pools. Slowly, he lowered himself down onto one knee and pulled the ring from his pocket.
Aireromen's stomach made a giant leap into her throat as she watched him, her breathing quickened and her eyes widened. 'Oh sweet Eru...' she whispered.
'Every moment I am with you, I feel like I'm on clouds. I find that sometimes, I can hardly breath when I'm around you... hardly think. I love you Aire, my heart knew you were for me the moment I saw you in Lothlorien. I cannot imagine life without you, not do I know how I got through life before I met you, but I do know that I don't want to spend another day without you by my side.' Legolas lifted the ring, which was silver and had a beautiful emerald in the center, to her hand and placed it on gently. 'Will you marry me?' Legolas whispered.
A million emotions came rushing over her as she gazed at him, her eyes glittered. She laughed and smiled, bending down and kissing Legolas on the lips. 'Of course I do.'
Legolas rose and kissed her softly, wrapping his lean arms around her in a tight, warm embrace. He kissed her once more and whispered softly into her finely pointed ear, 'Two halves to make a whole.'
Chapter 9: Two Halves To Make A Whole.
Legolas awoke early and pulled himself out of bed, he stretched and blinked. Ready for a new day. He walked to the closet, fumbling through robes and other elven clothes until he found his green jerkin and silver tunic. He slipped both of them on and pulled on some leggings.
The room was washed in pale blue light; the sun had not yet emerged over the trees. Legolas sighed and flopped back down onto his bed, resting his hands behind his head, gazing at nothing inparticular. For an hour or so he lay like this, then there came a creak as his door was opened swiftly. He did not see much, but a flash of gold and white moved from his door to his bed. There came a laugh and the image flopped down onto his bed, landing across his legs.
Legolas jerked up and smiled. 'Aire! What are you doing?'
Aireromen played with his bare feet as she lay across his legs. 'I came to see if you were up and about. your toes are cold.' She wrinkled her nose.
Legolas laughed and pulled his legs away from her, standing up from his bed. He walked to a table and sat down on the floor next to it, grabbing his boots from a chair and placing them on his feet. 'Your not going riding dressed like that are you?'
He nodded his head in her direction, gazing up at her as she lay on his bed, fiddling with the sheets, tracing the patterns with her fingers.
Aireromen sighed and shook her head, 'No, of course not. I couldn't very well do much in this dress now could I? I wore this to bed. I was going to change. And thank you for pointing all this out..ADA.' (Dad)
Legolas pretended not to hear her sarcasm and stood, walking to the balcony. The sky was turning pink as the sun slowly rose into the clear summer morning. 'It's going to be a beautiful day, a perfect day for riding.'
Aireromen slid off of his bed and came to stand beside him, smiling at the unfolding dawn. 'Yes.'
'So you had better hurry so we can enjoy it.' Legolas smiled and nudged her playfully.
Aireromen grinned and stood up on her toes, kissing his lips. She laughed softly and turned, half walking, half floating out of his room and down the hall. Legolas smiled and walked to the table, a box lay there, he opened it and removed a small ring from its contents. He placed it in his right hand and gazed at it. Today was the day.
He heard Aireromen come down the hall, her boots hitting the stone floor softly. She emerged back into his room, now dressed for a day's ride. She wore pale grey leggings and a deep blue tunic; her long flowing hair was tied back away from her face. Even dressed boyish, she still looked radiant.
'Shall we then?' she gestured towards the door.
Legolas nodded and placed the ring in his pocket; he smiled at her and escorted her down the hall.
Morwing was gazing out at the woods from a window in his stall, he heard laughter and talking and recognized one of the voices immediately. He turned quickly in his stall and pushed his head over the stall door, tossing his neck and stamping his feet, neighing happily. Aireromen was coming.
His red eyed glittered as she smiled and approached his stall, he snorted and huffed, eager to get out for a ride.
'Good morning Morwing' Aireromen cooed softly into his finely curved black ear. She stroked his thick, powerful neck and kissed his velvet muzzle.
Morwing nudged her stomach gently, sighing.
Aireromen pushed him back gently and unlocked the stall door, she threw a rope around his neck and led him out, Legolas was awaiting them, his horse, Hathol, a white gelding, already set to leave.
Morwing stood still while Aireromen jumped lightly onto his back, she untied the rope from his neck and tossed it aside, patting the horse's shoulders.
'Ready? Legolas asked after he mounted Hathol.
'Ready' Aireromen nodded; she nudged Morwing into a trot and led the way out of the stables and into the woods.
All through out the day, they laughed and sang upbeat old elvish songs as they rode along.
They stopped briefly at their little private spot, the little clearing in the woods on the western border. They let the horse's drink from the stream before remounting and heading back to the palace at dusk.
They reached the stables just as the sun had disappeared over the mountains, Legolas dismounted and helped Aireromen get down. (Even though she was quite capable of getting off on her own.) They walked side by side into the stable, Aireromen bide her beloved Morwing goodnight and kissed his cheek.
They left the stable as the first stars were forming in the sky, as they approached the steps of the palace, they took notice of the figures standing at the base. King Thranduil stood, speaking to another male elf, and a younger elf maiden, both dark of hair.
'Hmm looks like Atari has company... he didn't say anything to me.' Legolas said softly into Aireromen's ear.
Thranduil smiled and waved as his son and Aireromen approached. The dark haired male elf nodded, and the Elf maiden smiled shyly, blushing when she saw Legolas.
'Ah! There you are! You've been gone all day, come I want you to meet these fine folk.' Thranduil said merrily to his son.
Legolas glanced humorously at Aireromen and rolled his eyes, she covered her mouth swiftly as she held back her laughter.
'This is my son, Legolas. The one I have told you about.' Thranduil glowed with pride as he introduced his son. 'Legolas, this is Lord Aphadon and his daughter, Menel.'
Legolas smiled at them and nodded his head. 'It is very nice to meet you both.'
Menel blushed and fiddled with a strand of her dark hair, batting her eyes at the prince.
Aireromen glanced at her, her eyes untrusting of this strange maiden.
'And who is this pretty young maiden next to your son, surely she must be of great noble elven linage. She has the look of the Noldor. There are not many that are left here in Middle-earth akin to them anymore.' Aphadon smiled politely and wondrously at Aireromen.
Thranduil beamed and laughed. 'Oh yes, how could I forget. This is Aireromen Silverlode, the daughter of Lord Celeborn and of Galadriel, Lady of light. She is here visiting my son, they are very close.' Thranduil winked at Aireromen and grinned.
Menel glared at Aireromen.
'The Daughter of Galadriel! I should have known. Yet if I may say so you are far fairer than your mother, and that my lady is a compliment.' Aphadon took her hand and kissed it. 'It is an honor to meet you.'
'Thank you my lord.' Aireromen smiled and bowed.
Legolas's gaze moved from Aireromen to Menel, his face contorted slightly with surprise and a bit of confusion upon noticing her eyes. They were misted over, she seemed smitten by him, she smiled and giggled at him while Aireromen, Thranduil and Aphadon made small talk about Aireromen's parents and home.
Legolas sighed, he wanted to tell her that she was waisting her time, but that would be unpolite. Not that this bothered him, but for his father's sake and for hers, he was going to have to deal with this. A thought came to his mind; he smiled and glanced at Menel. Legolas slowly reached for Aireromen's hand, taking it in his own, and bringing it to his lips in a tender kiss.
Only Menel saw this, and her eyelids became slits in her face, she shot daggers at him.
Legolas held in his laughter by biting his lip, the look on her face was sour, but rather hilarious. He cleared his throat and sighed loudly. 'Well father, if you don't mind, I think Aire and I will be heading into the palace to retire for the night. We had a long ride and are very tiered.'
Thranduil nodded and bid everyone to come inside for the evening. Aphadon and his daughter Menel were traveling further east and were only staying in Mirkwood for the night to rest.
Legolas and Aireromen wished the three goodnight before Legolas escorted her up the stairs to the main passway.
'Where are you taking me now?' Aireromen asked, dragging her feet on the floor as Legolas held her arm and led the way down the hall.
'Someplace' Legolas glanced back at her and smiled.
Aireromen raised an eyebrow and glanced at him suspiciously. 'What are you up to?'
'Nothing' was all he would say.
'Your up to something... I know you are.' She glared at him as they continued down the hall. 'Are you going to show me something?'
'You'll just have to wait and see now wont you?' Legolas teased.
He stopped at a tall wooden door; he turned around to look at Aireromen in the eyes. 'There is something I want to show you.' He opened the door all the way and led Aireromen in.
She gazed around her, confused. 'It's a room' she said flatly, not understanding.
Legolas fiddled with the ring in his pocket.
Aireromen turned to him; 'You wanted to show me a room?'
Legolas took her hand and walked her to the balcony, so that they were now under a canopy of stars. He stared at her, holding her hand for a long while. He couldn't find the words.
'Legolas what is the matter?' Aireromen asked, trying to read his face.
'Aire, I brought you up here for a purpose...I wanted to do this where we could be alone, without everyone around to meddle in it.' He gazed down into her eyes like sapphire pools. Slowly, he lowered himself down onto one knee and pulled the ring from his pocket.
Aireromen's stomach made a giant leap into her throat as she watched him, her breathing quickened and her eyes widened. 'Oh sweet Eru...' she whispered.
'Every moment I am with you, I feel like I'm on clouds. I find that sometimes, I can hardly breath when I'm around you... hardly think. I love you Aire, my heart knew you were for me the moment I saw you in Lothlorien. I cannot imagine life without you, not do I know how I got through life before I met you, but I do know that I don't want to spend another day without you by my side.' Legolas lifted the ring, which was silver and had a beautiful emerald in the center, to her hand and placed it on gently. 'Will you marry me?' Legolas whispered.
A million emotions came rushing over her as she gazed at him, her eyes glittered. She laughed and smiled, bending down and kissing Legolas on the lips. 'Of course I do.'
Legolas rose and kissed her softly, wrapping his lean arms around her in a tight, warm embrace. He kissed her once more and whispered softly into her finely pointed ear, 'Two halves to make a whole.'