Elysuviel's eyes moved under her long, dark eyelashes, and her eyes flew
open. A hand flew to her wildly beating heart—she wasn't in her home. That
was sure. Swiftly, the realization dawned on her that she was standing in
Mirkwood. Her heart doubled its pace. She had never seen such beauty. She
stood on a soft, grassy bank, which a simple but lovely bridge spanned
across. How many times had she seen it in her mind! And yet it was so many,
many times better in reality. And across from the bridge were two great
doors. And beyond those doors—she could hardly think about it! How would
she great him? She didn't want to seem too eager, but she didn't want to
seem too hesitant either.
It all came down to this: should she tear her clothes off right there, or just run into his arms and envelop him in a tight embrace, topped off with a deep, passionate kiss? She smacked her lips together and decided to go with the second plan, and unlace her shirt a little so as to put the idea in Legolas's head.
She strode across the bridge, her heart soaring as she savored every step, knowing it brought her one step closer to eternal happiness. At last she stood at the great doors. Elysuviel dropped to her knees, unable to stand. The smile on her face spread from ear to ear, and big warm tears rushed down her face like rain in a storm. She couldn't contain her joy. There are a few points in a person's life in which it changes its course forever, and this was one of them. Rarely, though, does a person know that it is one of those crucial moments when it happens. Elysuviel was only too aware of it.
She finally stood up and brought her hand against the door, knocking with as much resolution as she could muster. The doors immediately swung open from the inside, and two Elven guards moved to help her. She shook them away, and ran down the hall, gracefully as ever. She slowed as she reached what was clearly the throne room. She would have brushed her hair from her face, but she knew it was already perfect. Her mascara wasn't running either.
Elysuviel took several fateful steps until she was inside the room. Two majestic Elves turned to look at her. One was a woman of great beauty. The other was a proud man, obviously Legolas's father. Her heart was in her throat. She could hardly speak, but she managed to spurt out what she believed to be a greeting in Elven.
The queen looked at her queerly, then smiled. "You are obviously a stranger to this land," see said, her face filled with grace.
Elysuviel nodded. She cleared her throat and spoke again, this time in English. "I need...I would like...Please might I..." She gasped for breath. "Is Legolas here?"
The queen shot her another odd glance. "My son?" she asked.
Again Elysuviel nodded.
The queen called to a tall Elf standing at attention, waiting for instructions. He left quickly, and Elysuviel quivered in anticipation. She turned to look down the hall that the Elf had just taken. Her hands worked nervously at the strings tying her shirt neck, undoing them a little. She heard the sound of soft steps on stone, which were soon followed by shadowy shapes. If only it weren't so dark!
When they drew nearer, Elysuviel began to frown. She didn't see Legolas anywhere. What had the queen told the Elf to do? Perhaps he hadn't been told to fetch the prince after all. Maybe he had been sent on a different errand...but wait! There was someone walking with him! Her pulse tripled. As they walked into the room, though, she came to the conclusion that something was decidedly wrong.
The second Elf came up shyly and extended a hand in greeting. Elysuviel didn't take it. She instead stood, dumbfounded, until at last, on the edge of tears, she blurted out "Legolas!?"
It all came down to this: should she tear her clothes off right there, or just run into his arms and envelop him in a tight embrace, topped off with a deep, passionate kiss? She smacked her lips together and decided to go with the second plan, and unlace her shirt a little so as to put the idea in Legolas's head.
She strode across the bridge, her heart soaring as she savored every step, knowing it brought her one step closer to eternal happiness. At last she stood at the great doors. Elysuviel dropped to her knees, unable to stand. The smile on her face spread from ear to ear, and big warm tears rushed down her face like rain in a storm. She couldn't contain her joy. There are a few points in a person's life in which it changes its course forever, and this was one of them. Rarely, though, does a person know that it is one of those crucial moments when it happens. Elysuviel was only too aware of it.
She finally stood up and brought her hand against the door, knocking with as much resolution as she could muster. The doors immediately swung open from the inside, and two Elven guards moved to help her. She shook them away, and ran down the hall, gracefully as ever. She slowed as she reached what was clearly the throne room. She would have brushed her hair from her face, but she knew it was already perfect. Her mascara wasn't running either.
Elysuviel took several fateful steps until she was inside the room. Two majestic Elves turned to look at her. One was a woman of great beauty. The other was a proud man, obviously Legolas's father. Her heart was in her throat. She could hardly speak, but she managed to spurt out what she believed to be a greeting in Elven.
The queen looked at her queerly, then smiled. "You are obviously a stranger to this land," see said, her face filled with grace.
Elysuviel nodded. She cleared her throat and spoke again, this time in English. "I need...I would like...Please might I..." She gasped for breath. "Is Legolas here?"
The queen shot her another odd glance. "My son?" she asked.
Again Elysuviel nodded.
The queen called to a tall Elf standing at attention, waiting for instructions. He left quickly, and Elysuviel quivered in anticipation. She turned to look down the hall that the Elf had just taken. Her hands worked nervously at the strings tying her shirt neck, undoing them a little. She heard the sound of soft steps on stone, which were soon followed by shadowy shapes. If only it weren't so dark!
When they drew nearer, Elysuviel began to frown. She didn't see Legolas anywhere. What had the queen told the Elf to do? Perhaps he hadn't been told to fetch the prince after all. Maybe he had been sent on a different errand...but wait! There was someone walking with him! Her pulse tripled. As they walked into the room, though, she came to the conclusion that something was decidedly wrong.
The second Elf came up shyly and extended a hand in greeting. Elysuviel didn't take it. She instead stood, dumbfounded, until at last, on the edge of tears, she blurted out "Legolas!?"