Disclaimer – I don't own LOTR, it belongs to New Line Cinema, Peter
Jackson, and most importantly, J.R.R Tolkein
Mess-ups = I mixed up the horse names in Chapter 2! Legolas has Nim Sul, Arweni has Bragol Gil.
Arweni peeked out through the window, she was on her knees, trying to keep hidden. That annoying prince had also shown up as she went for a drink and when she took a walk. She would slip away from him after about two minutes, but he still annoyed her. Arweni was sitting by a fountain when the soft, now vexing noise of boots gliding towards her reached her ears. She sighed and gave in, remaining where she sat. The prince sat down beside her.
"Greetings, Lady Arweni." He said with a straight face, staring into the water.
"Suilad." (Greetings) Arweni responded in turn. They sat in silence, surrounded by the falling leaves. Legolas looked up at the sky, his light eyes squinted at the clouds.
"It will rain soon. You should take cover." Legolas said sternly. Arweni stood up and dusted off her dress.
"As you wish, my lord." She said, catching the reins of Bragol Gil and swinging up into the saddle.
"My name is Legolas, and you shall call me as such." Legolas instructed. Arweni looked down at him with one eyebrow cocked. She smiled a half smile.
"Again, as you wish." She said with a nod, flicking the reins and letting Bragol Gil trot off. Legolas picked himself up and headed back to the palace. He was staying in Lord Elrond's quarters, and wanted shelter from the rain. The rain began to fall, lightly at first, making little slurping sounds as it hit the leaves. But soon, lightning seared the sky every few moments and thunder reverberated in the earth. Arweni stayed in her room as long as possible, but the open walls and windows allowed too much rain to enter. Drenched, she grabbed her blankets and headed to the chamber where the shards of Narsil once remained. She spread her blanket in the little citadel in the middle of the rain and lay on the bench.
"Ouch!" A voice from below her grumbled. Arweni snapped up to her feet, looking down. A few Dwarvish curses followed, and the Elvish prince emerged, looking disgruntled.
"You could not have checked first?" He grumbled, rubbing his head. Arweni smiled and sat down on the bench.
"I apologize, Legolas. You took shelter from the rain, I suppose."
"Exactly." Legolas said. "Now, you must sleep on the floor as well. You cannot sleep on the bench, seeing as I am under it and you shall squash me."
"I will not. Besides, I cannot sleep on the floor!" Arweni argued. Legolas glared.
"I must sleep on the floor. If I sleep on a soft bench, I will grow accustomed to it and the return journey home will be most uncomfortable." Legolas pointed out.
"Then sleep on the floor beside the bench." Arweni snapped, frustrated. Legolas shook his head.
"It is too light there, beneath the bench it is darker. I must sleep in the darker area." Arweni gritted her teeth, trying not to slap the prince upside the head.
"Fine. I shall sleep on the floor." She argued, throwing her blankets and pillow onto the floor. Legolas smiled at his victory and slid back under the bench. The thunder boomed loudly, shaking the ground and ending the argument. Arweni closed her eyes, turned over, and fell asleep in minutes to the rhythm of the pouring rain.
Aragorn had picked up the trail of Legolas, and could tell he was heading for the abandoned city of Rivendell, the forgotten dwelling of the elves. Brego bounded forward diligently, even in the heavy rain. Aragorn struggled to see through the heavy rain and slowed Brego's pace as they bounded over the bridge into the city. The shelter of the trees helped to block some of the rain, and Aragorn slid off Brego's back in order to follow the trail. Strangely enough, he found the tracks of another person. The tracks were nearly as light as an elves, but slightly heavier, showing the carelessness of a human. Aragorn shook his head, annoyed as the dark wet strands clung to his face. Leading Brego, he was led up to the palace. He tied Brego beneath the shelter of the trees and headed inside.
"Legolas?" He called softly, not wanting to disturb the quiet city. No answer. Aragorn sighed and continued following wet tracks into the same room he had seen Boromir drop the hilt of his ancestor's sword. There was something in the small gazebo...Aragorn crept closer, his hand snaking over to the hilt of Anduin. What he found surprised him the most. He crept up the steps softly and then looked down upon the sleeping elf.
"Wake up, princeling." Aragorn commanded, his voice tough. The girl that Legolas's arm was wrapped around woke first, jolting upward, her dark hair falling in her face. She yelped as she saw Aragorn and scuttled backwards, unfortunately backing into Legolas, who shot upwards but fell short as he realized the girl was sitting on half of his golden locks. He yelped in pain and lay back down.
"Aragorn!" He sounded surprised and in pain. Aragorn looked down at the odd couple. The girl still looked frightened. It was then she noticed Legolas's bow and arrows nearby. Quicker than Aragorn could draw his sword, she had the arrow pointed up at his throat.
"Don't touch me!" She demanded. Aragorn raised his empty hands and backed away.
"I do not mean to, milady. I came in search of Prince Legolas, and I am going to escort him home." Aragorn said sternly, glaring at Legolas. Arweni turned back to Legolas questioningly.
"Do you know this Aragorn?" Arweni asked fiercely. Legolas, still wincing, pushed her forward, off his hair and got up.
"Na rattha." (Of course) Legolas got up. "This is King Aragorn, King of Gondor." Legolas said with a sigh, annoyed at being caught. Arweni's jaw dropped and so did the bow and arrow. She dropped to the ground into a revering pose.
"Forgive me, my lord, I knew not!" She gasped, fearing her life would be forfeit for threatening him. A heavy hand grasped her shoulder and pulled her back up.
"Forgiven. If someone had woken me a I had just you, I too would have reacted as such." He acknowledged. Arweni nodded and bowed.
"I will leave you two. Good day, King Aragorn, Prince Legolas." She said quickly, immediately exiting, and once she was out of sight, running to her own room. The rain seemed to be dying down.
Legolas rubbed his head, sighing. He sat back down on the bench, feeling tired.
"So why are you here?" Legolas asked angrily, glaring up at Aragorn.
"You can't just run off when you feel like it, Legolas. You had your father worried. And worst of all, I find you sleeping with a girl!" Aragorn ranted. Legolas's jaw dropped.
"We were not together. We ended up in here because of the storm, and it is mere chance we met!" Legolas snapped. Aragorn stepped out of the gazebo.
"No matter. Your father wants you returned. Come." He said. Legolas remained where he was, but stood up.
"I am not a dog or a small child. You cannot tell me what to do, Aragorn." Legolas said defiantly.
"You will come or I will send the guards of Gondor and the guards of Mirkwood to fetch you!" Aragorn threatened. Legolas's face-hardened. He had the idea of being surrounded by arrows and glinting swords tips and dragged back to Mirkwood, while the public of four cities watched. He shuddered, not wanting to deface his family that much.
"I will come." Aragorn nodded.
"Good." Together they headed outside, where the rain had slowed to a few drops, the thunder rumbling distantly every ten minutes. Legolas got into the saddle and followed Aragorn to the bridge. He looked back at Rivendell. The white horse, Bragol Gil was watching from the city, with Arweni in her blue cloak astride. Legolas halted Nim Sul.
"Wait, Aragorn! I'll be right back!" He shouted, turning Nim Sul and galloping back into the city.
"Legolas! Legolas!" Aragorn called, vexed. Legolas came to a halt before Arweni.
"Arweni, you must come back with me. It would not be dignified if I left one of our kind here alone." Legolas said quickly, fighting down the red that threatened his face. Arweni raised an eyebrow.
"Legolas, I'm not one of your kind." She reminded him. He shook her head.
"Halfway. Come back with me. We can drop you off anywhere you wish, Gondor, Lothlorien, Mirkwood!" Legolas bargained. Arweni looked down at the king on his dark horse.
"I will come as far as I can with you." She said slowly. Legolas smiled.
"Good. Now come." Together, they headed back towards Aragorn.
NOT THE END! Still more to come!
Mess-ups = I mixed up the horse names in Chapter 2! Legolas has Nim Sul, Arweni has Bragol Gil.
Arweni peeked out through the window, she was on her knees, trying to keep hidden. That annoying prince had also shown up as she went for a drink and when she took a walk. She would slip away from him after about two minutes, but he still annoyed her. Arweni was sitting by a fountain when the soft, now vexing noise of boots gliding towards her reached her ears. She sighed and gave in, remaining where she sat. The prince sat down beside her.
"Greetings, Lady Arweni." He said with a straight face, staring into the water.
"Suilad." (Greetings) Arweni responded in turn. They sat in silence, surrounded by the falling leaves. Legolas looked up at the sky, his light eyes squinted at the clouds.
"It will rain soon. You should take cover." Legolas said sternly. Arweni stood up and dusted off her dress.
"As you wish, my lord." She said, catching the reins of Bragol Gil and swinging up into the saddle.
"My name is Legolas, and you shall call me as such." Legolas instructed. Arweni looked down at him with one eyebrow cocked. She smiled a half smile.
"Again, as you wish." She said with a nod, flicking the reins and letting Bragol Gil trot off. Legolas picked himself up and headed back to the palace. He was staying in Lord Elrond's quarters, and wanted shelter from the rain. The rain began to fall, lightly at first, making little slurping sounds as it hit the leaves. But soon, lightning seared the sky every few moments and thunder reverberated in the earth. Arweni stayed in her room as long as possible, but the open walls and windows allowed too much rain to enter. Drenched, she grabbed her blankets and headed to the chamber where the shards of Narsil once remained. She spread her blanket in the little citadel in the middle of the rain and lay on the bench.
"Ouch!" A voice from below her grumbled. Arweni snapped up to her feet, looking down. A few Dwarvish curses followed, and the Elvish prince emerged, looking disgruntled.
"You could not have checked first?" He grumbled, rubbing his head. Arweni smiled and sat down on the bench.
"I apologize, Legolas. You took shelter from the rain, I suppose."
"Exactly." Legolas said. "Now, you must sleep on the floor as well. You cannot sleep on the bench, seeing as I am under it and you shall squash me."
"I will not. Besides, I cannot sleep on the floor!" Arweni argued. Legolas glared.
"I must sleep on the floor. If I sleep on a soft bench, I will grow accustomed to it and the return journey home will be most uncomfortable." Legolas pointed out.
"Then sleep on the floor beside the bench." Arweni snapped, frustrated. Legolas shook his head.
"It is too light there, beneath the bench it is darker. I must sleep in the darker area." Arweni gritted her teeth, trying not to slap the prince upside the head.
"Fine. I shall sleep on the floor." She argued, throwing her blankets and pillow onto the floor. Legolas smiled at his victory and slid back under the bench. The thunder boomed loudly, shaking the ground and ending the argument. Arweni closed her eyes, turned over, and fell asleep in minutes to the rhythm of the pouring rain.
Aragorn had picked up the trail of Legolas, and could tell he was heading for the abandoned city of Rivendell, the forgotten dwelling of the elves. Brego bounded forward diligently, even in the heavy rain. Aragorn struggled to see through the heavy rain and slowed Brego's pace as they bounded over the bridge into the city. The shelter of the trees helped to block some of the rain, and Aragorn slid off Brego's back in order to follow the trail. Strangely enough, he found the tracks of another person. The tracks were nearly as light as an elves, but slightly heavier, showing the carelessness of a human. Aragorn shook his head, annoyed as the dark wet strands clung to his face. Leading Brego, he was led up to the palace. He tied Brego beneath the shelter of the trees and headed inside.
"Legolas?" He called softly, not wanting to disturb the quiet city. No answer. Aragorn sighed and continued following wet tracks into the same room he had seen Boromir drop the hilt of his ancestor's sword. There was something in the small gazebo...Aragorn crept closer, his hand snaking over to the hilt of Anduin. What he found surprised him the most. He crept up the steps softly and then looked down upon the sleeping elf.
"Wake up, princeling." Aragorn commanded, his voice tough. The girl that Legolas's arm was wrapped around woke first, jolting upward, her dark hair falling in her face. She yelped as she saw Aragorn and scuttled backwards, unfortunately backing into Legolas, who shot upwards but fell short as he realized the girl was sitting on half of his golden locks. He yelped in pain and lay back down.
"Aragorn!" He sounded surprised and in pain. Aragorn looked down at the odd couple. The girl still looked frightened. It was then she noticed Legolas's bow and arrows nearby. Quicker than Aragorn could draw his sword, she had the arrow pointed up at his throat.
"Don't touch me!" She demanded. Aragorn raised his empty hands and backed away.
"I do not mean to, milady. I came in search of Prince Legolas, and I am going to escort him home." Aragorn said sternly, glaring at Legolas. Arweni turned back to Legolas questioningly.
"Do you know this Aragorn?" Arweni asked fiercely. Legolas, still wincing, pushed her forward, off his hair and got up.
"Na rattha." (Of course) Legolas got up. "This is King Aragorn, King of Gondor." Legolas said with a sigh, annoyed at being caught. Arweni's jaw dropped and so did the bow and arrow. She dropped to the ground into a revering pose.
"Forgive me, my lord, I knew not!" She gasped, fearing her life would be forfeit for threatening him. A heavy hand grasped her shoulder and pulled her back up.
"Forgiven. If someone had woken me a I had just you, I too would have reacted as such." He acknowledged. Arweni nodded and bowed.
"I will leave you two. Good day, King Aragorn, Prince Legolas." She said quickly, immediately exiting, and once she was out of sight, running to her own room. The rain seemed to be dying down.
Legolas rubbed his head, sighing. He sat back down on the bench, feeling tired.
"So why are you here?" Legolas asked angrily, glaring up at Aragorn.
"You can't just run off when you feel like it, Legolas. You had your father worried. And worst of all, I find you sleeping with a girl!" Aragorn ranted. Legolas's jaw dropped.
"We were not together. We ended up in here because of the storm, and it is mere chance we met!" Legolas snapped. Aragorn stepped out of the gazebo.
"No matter. Your father wants you returned. Come." He said. Legolas remained where he was, but stood up.
"I am not a dog or a small child. You cannot tell me what to do, Aragorn." Legolas said defiantly.
"You will come or I will send the guards of Gondor and the guards of Mirkwood to fetch you!" Aragorn threatened. Legolas's face-hardened. He had the idea of being surrounded by arrows and glinting swords tips and dragged back to Mirkwood, while the public of four cities watched. He shuddered, not wanting to deface his family that much.
"I will come." Aragorn nodded.
"Good." Together they headed outside, where the rain had slowed to a few drops, the thunder rumbling distantly every ten minutes. Legolas got into the saddle and followed Aragorn to the bridge. He looked back at Rivendell. The white horse, Bragol Gil was watching from the city, with Arweni in her blue cloak astride. Legolas halted Nim Sul.
"Wait, Aragorn! I'll be right back!" He shouted, turning Nim Sul and galloping back into the city.
"Legolas! Legolas!" Aragorn called, vexed. Legolas came to a halt before Arweni.
"Arweni, you must come back with me. It would not be dignified if I left one of our kind here alone." Legolas said quickly, fighting down the red that threatened his face. Arweni raised an eyebrow.
"Legolas, I'm not one of your kind." She reminded him. He shook her head.
"Halfway. Come back with me. We can drop you off anywhere you wish, Gondor, Lothlorien, Mirkwood!" Legolas bargained. Arweni looked down at the king on his dark horse.
"I will come as far as I can with you." She said slowly. Legolas smiled.
"Good. Now come." Together, they headed back towards Aragorn.
NOT THE END! Still more to come!