Okay here is the next chapter. Umm thanks to everyone who has reviewed, it
really means a lot to me. I believe I got back to everyone who did review,
but if I haven't I'm sorry, and I'll be sure to review one of your fics
soon.
Attention Readers of my other fic: I know an update is long overdue, having some issues starting off the next chappy. You see my problem is that I am a perfectionist, and I felt bad about the last chapter because it kinda sucked so I'm trying to make it up to you with the chapter I'm working on now. Sorry about the delay, but I promise it will be up before this holiday break is over.
Important to know for this chapter: IS TOLD FROM LEOLAS'S POV (no, it is not first person, but my personal version of it. I personally hate fist person, because most people can't do it right. There are exceptions to this though, like the book A Walk to Remember. My argument is if you can do it right and well, then do it because it can give a really personal touch to your fic, if not, then stick with third person tense because it is a lot easier to write with. To anyone who can write well in first, my congrats to you, and complete jealously. Okay, there is my non-English teacher rant for this chappy). AND THIS ALSO TAKES PLACE A FEW MONTHS AFTER NESSA FIRST CAME TO MIRKWOOD. Okay, I'm done now. At least for this chapter.
Hope you like this chapter! Happy Thanksgiving! (FREE THE TURKEYS!)
With Love,
Arwen
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He wasn't like his siblings. His eldest sister, Tyalië, was now married to some distant prince named Meldon. She was about the sweetest elf, mortal, dwarf, hobbit, or even wizard that he had ever met in his life so far. In his one thousand, two hundred and thirty years he had never seen her once raise her voice, fight back, or even get into trouble for no good reason. Then again he had a terrible temper, was always reeking havoc within the Kingdom, usually with a certain pair of twins from Rivendell, and had a bad habit of disobeying his father. That was a hard act to follow, let alone compare to. On the other hand, his younger siblings Ñandelle, Manveru, and Nàmotur were like little angels, but then again they were all still elflings. They didn't know enough about the world to reek the kind of havoc that Legolas and his accomplices from Rivendell did on a weekly basis. Legolas was definitely the black sheep in his family, and yet he was the one who was supposed to take the throne when his father was to pass over the sea.
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Legolas walked through the towns square, few maiden's noticing him, but he had gotten much wiser of how to deal with these maiden's, his strategy: Strength in numbers. At his side were his friends Nindo and Linnende, along with his youngest sister Ñandelle.
"Legolas, where are we going?" Ñandelle pulled on the bottom of his tunic, and Legolas smiled. He lifted her up in the air, and carried her as he explained,
"Well, little one, we are just going for a walk through the city. It gets rather boring up there all day, so we decided to go for a walk."
"But won't Altar be mad at us for leaving?"
Legolas smiled, "don't worry, little one. How about I buy you a new toy, or some flowers?"
Ñandelle nodded and smiled, "would you!"
"Nice, Legolas, bribing your own sister!" Linnende laughed. She was a definitely odd for a she-elf, she enjoyed things more that the males were traditionally interested in, and yet she was ten times more beautiful then the she-elves that spent at least ten hours of their day worrying about how they looked. That must have been why she was so beautiful, she had inner as well as exterior beauty.
"I knew he always had it in him!" Nindo joked with his friend. He, the other hand, was not the most charming of all males. Although, he believed that in some way every she-elf in Middle Earth was attracted to him, and they had just yet to admit it publicly.
Legolas just laughed "Now, lets have a look see, its seems that she-elf over there is selling toys and such, you want to go there, Ñandelle?"
"Let's go!" She said excitedly, raising her hand in the air to push him along faster.
Legolas smiled, as Linnende and Nindo followed whispering things into each other's ears. No doubt they were plotting some new scheme that would cost Legolas at least a week of freedom, that is if they got caught. These were the types of things that little ears should not hear, being that they may have little ears but they have rather large mouths.
"Hello, how are you today?" Legolas greeted the she-elf standing behind the small table with an assortment of handmade toys.
"I'm doing well, how about you? What can I help you two with?" She smiled sweetly, brushing her light hazel colored hair behind her ear.
"Legolas! Legolas! Can I have that!" Ñandelle jumped up and down excitedly in his arms, Legolas laughed,
"Is that toy for sale?" Legolas pointed to the toy wooden bow and arrows to the right of the she-elf.
"No not that one! Those ones!" Ñandelle pointed to an actual bow, of wonderful craft, behind the she-elf. Linnende and Nindo burst out into laughter, the she-elf behind the counter just smiled,
"I'm sorry little one, but that is my bow. I had just come from the archery practice fields, I did not have time to stop and drop them off at home. But I would gladly lend them to you sometime, how would that work?"
"You mean you shoot arrows too! My big brother is the best archer in Middle Earth!" Nandelle said proudly, Legolas could feel himself turning red, but she she-elf just continued to smile cheerfully.
"Oh really then, then I bet you would want him to teach you, huh? How about I lend you my bow, and your brother can teach you." She proposed, Legolas mouthed a thank-you to the she-elf as Ñandelle chanted happily about how she was going to become the better then Legolas someday.
"How about you come by tomorrow morning, when the sun rises, and you can help me give little Ñandelle here lessons."
"I would enjoy that. It has been a long time since I have been around little elflings such as your little sister. It would bring me such joy."
"Then it is settled! I shall see you at first light tomorrow, on the practice fields!"
"I shall be looking forward to it. And by the way, sir, what is your name? I do not believe I ever caught it."
"Legolas, and this is Ñandelle." He stuck out his hand, and the she-elf shook it boldly, unknowing of his social status.
"Nessa."
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The next day, as promised, the she-elf Legolas had been talking to in the marketplace was waiting for him and Ñandelle at the archery practice fields at first light. Instead of wearing her hair down like she had done the day before, she had it loosely tied in a low ponytail. The best part about it: she didn't know he was a prince. The day before she had addressed him as just another customer, no one special, if she had known she would have addressed him with more nobility then 'sir'.
"Good morning, Legolas, Ñandelle!" She waved to them as they walked on to the field. Ñandelle ran over to Nessa,
"Nessa!" she said happily giving her new friend a hug, the she-elf smiled,
"How are you little one? Excited about your big day?" She said, kneeling down to be level with the elfling.
"What big day?"
"Why today! Isn't not everyday the best archer in all of Middle Earth teaches you the art of the bow!" Nessa said dramatically,
Ñandelle smiled brightly, "But Linnende and Nindo said that the only reason Legolas was going to teach me was because he though you were beautiful."
Nessa turned to Legolas who was frantically denying the entire ordeal from behind Ñandelle while turning a rather odd shade of red. She tried hard not the laugh, "I think that Linnende and Nindo were only kidding, little one."
"So, shall we begin!" Legolas interrupted before anymore damage could be done. Ñandelle jumped up and down eagerly, and then he began the lesson.
A few hours later, Ñandelle had finally worn herself out and the lesson ended. Legolas now cradled his little sister in his arms, as she slowly drifted off into sleep.
"Would you like to go for a walk?" Legolas asked Nessa, smiling.
"I would love to, I just don't want to wake her."
"Do not worry, she sleeps so hard I do not think even the end of the world would wake her while she slept." Legolas laughed,
Nessa smiled brightly, "alright then, I would love to go on a walk with you, Legolas." With that the two elves began their walk, heading into the town's marketplace again. After a few moments of silence, Legolas finally spoke,
"Tell me about yourself, Nessa, the only thing I know about you is your name. How did you get that nasty scar on your right cheek?"
"You have a lot of questions, don't you?" Nessa laughed, "well I am from the villages on the outskirts of Rivendell, part of my family still lives there. I have a horse named Anwa, and I like to have stories read to me."
"Why don't you read the stories yourself? I mean, you could always borrow one of the books in the library."
"It is not that simple, I had been learning to read from Lady Arwen before I took my leave, but that was a few months ago. I haven't even seen a book in that time."
"Well I can read, I would love to read you a book sometime."
"What ones do you own?"
Legolas frowned, "I read the books in the library."
"In the palace? You have to be, well, not a peasant to borrow books from there!" Nessa blurted out, confused.
"I know," Legolas sighed.
Nessa watched him carefully, "well now that I have told you about myself, tell me about yourself. What are you hiding?"
Legolas laughed, "what do you mean hiding?"
"There is something you are not telling me, how come you can borrow books from the library? And who taught you to read? Most peasants cannot read, and the ones that can cannot read well."
Legolas sighed, "you really want the truth?"
Nessa nodded.
"You are not going to change your opinion about me after I tell you?"
Nessa nodded slowly, not understanding exactly what he was saying.
"My full name is Prince Legolas Greenleaf, some refer to me as the best archer in Middle Earth, although I do not believe them myself. I was taught to read by my mother, who crossed over the sea a few years ago."
Nessa's eyes widened, and she quickly bowed, "oh my lord! I am so sorry! I never meant to,"
Legolas stopped her, "please, don't treat me any different then you did before."
"Why didn't you tell me you are a prince?"
"Because I knew you would have treated me like you did just now."
Nessa lowered her head, "would you still read me a story?" She asked hopefully, Legolas laughed,
"You're just as bad as Ñandelle, you know that!" He smiled and then added, " and I would love to read a book to you."
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Hope you enjoyed this chapter, and please send me your comments (aka REVIEW PLEASE!)
Your criticism (no not flames), opinions, and praises (especially praises) are greatly need and appreciated.
With Love, Arwen
Attention Readers of my other fic: I know an update is long overdue, having some issues starting off the next chappy. You see my problem is that I am a perfectionist, and I felt bad about the last chapter because it kinda sucked so I'm trying to make it up to you with the chapter I'm working on now. Sorry about the delay, but I promise it will be up before this holiday break is over.
Important to know for this chapter: IS TOLD FROM LEOLAS'S POV (no, it is not first person, but my personal version of it. I personally hate fist person, because most people can't do it right. There are exceptions to this though, like the book A Walk to Remember. My argument is if you can do it right and well, then do it because it can give a really personal touch to your fic, if not, then stick with third person tense because it is a lot easier to write with. To anyone who can write well in first, my congrats to you, and complete jealously. Okay, there is my non-English teacher rant for this chappy). AND THIS ALSO TAKES PLACE A FEW MONTHS AFTER NESSA FIRST CAME TO MIRKWOOD. Okay, I'm done now. At least for this chapter.
Hope you like this chapter! Happy Thanksgiving! (FREE THE TURKEYS!)
With Love,
Arwen
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He wasn't like his siblings. His eldest sister, Tyalië, was now married to some distant prince named Meldon. She was about the sweetest elf, mortal, dwarf, hobbit, or even wizard that he had ever met in his life so far. In his one thousand, two hundred and thirty years he had never seen her once raise her voice, fight back, or even get into trouble for no good reason. Then again he had a terrible temper, was always reeking havoc within the Kingdom, usually with a certain pair of twins from Rivendell, and had a bad habit of disobeying his father. That was a hard act to follow, let alone compare to. On the other hand, his younger siblings Ñandelle, Manveru, and Nàmotur were like little angels, but then again they were all still elflings. They didn't know enough about the world to reek the kind of havoc that Legolas and his accomplices from Rivendell did on a weekly basis. Legolas was definitely the black sheep in his family, and yet he was the one who was supposed to take the throne when his father was to pass over the sea.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Legolas walked through the towns square, few maiden's noticing him, but he had gotten much wiser of how to deal with these maiden's, his strategy: Strength in numbers. At his side were his friends Nindo and Linnende, along with his youngest sister Ñandelle.
"Legolas, where are we going?" Ñandelle pulled on the bottom of his tunic, and Legolas smiled. He lifted her up in the air, and carried her as he explained,
"Well, little one, we are just going for a walk through the city. It gets rather boring up there all day, so we decided to go for a walk."
"But won't Altar be mad at us for leaving?"
Legolas smiled, "don't worry, little one. How about I buy you a new toy, or some flowers?"
Ñandelle nodded and smiled, "would you!"
"Nice, Legolas, bribing your own sister!" Linnende laughed. She was a definitely odd for a she-elf, she enjoyed things more that the males were traditionally interested in, and yet she was ten times more beautiful then the she-elves that spent at least ten hours of their day worrying about how they looked. That must have been why she was so beautiful, she had inner as well as exterior beauty.
"I knew he always had it in him!" Nindo joked with his friend. He, the other hand, was not the most charming of all males. Although, he believed that in some way every she-elf in Middle Earth was attracted to him, and they had just yet to admit it publicly.
Legolas just laughed "Now, lets have a look see, its seems that she-elf over there is selling toys and such, you want to go there, Ñandelle?"
"Let's go!" She said excitedly, raising her hand in the air to push him along faster.
Legolas smiled, as Linnende and Nindo followed whispering things into each other's ears. No doubt they were plotting some new scheme that would cost Legolas at least a week of freedom, that is if they got caught. These were the types of things that little ears should not hear, being that they may have little ears but they have rather large mouths.
"Hello, how are you today?" Legolas greeted the she-elf standing behind the small table with an assortment of handmade toys.
"I'm doing well, how about you? What can I help you two with?" She smiled sweetly, brushing her light hazel colored hair behind her ear.
"Legolas! Legolas! Can I have that!" Ñandelle jumped up and down excitedly in his arms, Legolas laughed,
"Is that toy for sale?" Legolas pointed to the toy wooden bow and arrows to the right of the she-elf.
"No not that one! Those ones!" Ñandelle pointed to an actual bow, of wonderful craft, behind the she-elf. Linnende and Nindo burst out into laughter, the she-elf behind the counter just smiled,
"I'm sorry little one, but that is my bow. I had just come from the archery practice fields, I did not have time to stop and drop them off at home. But I would gladly lend them to you sometime, how would that work?"
"You mean you shoot arrows too! My big brother is the best archer in Middle Earth!" Nandelle said proudly, Legolas could feel himself turning red, but she she-elf just continued to smile cheerfully.
"Oh really then, then I bet you would want him to teach you, huh? How about I lend you my bow, and your brother can teach you." She proposed, Legolas mouthed a thank-you to the she-elf as Ñandelle chanted happily about how she was going to become the better then Legolas someday.
"How about you come by tomorrow morning, when the sun rises, and you can help me give little Ñandelle here lessons."
"I would enjoy that. It has been a long time since I have been around little elflings such as your little sister. It would bring me such joy."
"Then it is settled! I shall see you at first light tomorrow, on the practice fields!"
"I shall be looking forward to it. And by the way, sir, what is your name? I do not believe I ever caught it."
"Legolas, and this is Ñandelle." He stuck out his hand, and the she-elf shook it boldly, unknowing of his social status.
"Nessa."
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The next day, as promised, the she-elf Legolas had been talking to in the marketplace was waiting for him and Ñandelle at the archery practice fields at first light. Instead of wearing her hair down like she had done the day before, she had it loosely tied in a low ponytail. The best part about it: she didn't know he was a prince. The day before she had addressed him as just another customer, no one special, if she had known she would have addressed him with more nobility then 'sir'.
"Good morning, Legolas, Ñandelle!" She waved to them as they walked on to the field. Ñandelle ran over to Nessa,
"Nessa!" she said happily giving her new friend a hug, the she-elf smiled,
"How are you little one? Excited about your big day?" She said, kneeling down to be level with the elfling.
"What big day?"
"Why today! Isn't not everyday the best archer in all of Middle Earth teaches you the art of the bow!" Nessa said dramatically,
Ñandelle smiled brightly, "But Linnende and Nindo said that the only reason Legolas was going to teach me was because he though you were beautiful."
Nessa turned to Legolas who was frantically denying the entire ordeal from behind Ñandelle while turning a rather odd shade of red. She tried hard not the laugh, "I think that Linnende and Nindo were only kidding, little one."
"So, shall we begin!" Legolas interrupted before anymore damage could be done. Ñandelle jumped up and down eagerly, and then he began the lesson.
A few hours later, Ñandelle had finally worn herself out and the lesson ended. Legolas now cradled his little sister in his arms, as she slowly drifted off into sleep.
"Would you like to go for a walk?" Legolas asked Nessa, smiling.
"I would love to, I just don't want to wake her."
"Do not worry, she sleeps so hard I do not think even the end of the world would wake her while she slept." Legolas laughed,
Nessa smiled brightly, "alright then, I would love to go on a walk with you, Legolas." With that the two elves began their walk, heading into the town's marketplace again. After a few moments of silence, Legolas finally spoke,
"Tell me about yourself, Nessa, the only thing I know about you is your name. How did you get that nasty scar on your right cheek?"
"You have a lot of questions, don't you?" Nessa laughed, "well I am from the villages on the outskirts of Rivendell, part of my family still lives there. I have a horse named Anwa, and I like to have stories read to me."
"Why don't you read the stories yourself? I mean, you could always borrow one of the books in the library."
"It is not that simple, I had been learning to read from Lady Arwen before I took my leave, but that was a few months ago. I haven't even seen a book in that time."
"Well I can read, I would love to read you a book sometime."
"What ones do you own?"
Legolas frowned, "I read the books in the library."
"In the palace? You have to be, well, not a peasant to borrow books from there!" Nessa blurted out, confused.
"I know," Legolas sighed.
Nessa watched him carefully, "well now that I have told you about myself, tell me about yourself. What are you hiding?"
Legolas laughed, "what do you mean hiding?"
"There is something you are not telling me, how come you can borrow books from the library? And who taught you to read? Most peasants cannot read, and the ones that can cannot read well."
Legolas sighed, "you really want the truth?"
Nessa nodded.
"You are not going to change your opinion about me after I tell you?"
Nessa nodded slowly, not understanding exactly what he was saying.
"My full name is Prince Legolas Greenleaf, some refer to me as the best archer in Middle Earth, although I do not believe them myself. I was taught to read by my mother, who crossed over the sea a few years ago."
Nessa's eyes widened, and she quickly bowed, "oh my lord! I am so sorry! I never meant to,"
Legolas stopped her, "please, don't treat me any different then you did before."
"Why didn't you tell me you are a prince?"
"Because I knew you would have treated me like you did just now."
Nessa lowered her head, "would you still read me a story?" She asked hopefully, Legolas laughed,
"You're just as bad as Ñandelle, you know that!" He smiled and then added, " and I would love to read a book to you."
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Hope you enjoyed this chapter, and please send me your comments (aka REVIEW PLEASE!)
Your criticism (no not flames), opinions, and praises (especially praises) are greatly need and appreciated.
With Love, Arwen