Here are the long awaited comments to all of your reviews! Sorry it took me
so long to get these up! I really do love you guys, I'm just slow!
*Judy Greenleaf: No idea if Arwen is older/younger/the same age as our hot elf friend. Also I love getting reviews! They make me happy! Thanks for being so supportive! (PS: Simple Plan and Good Charlotte rocks!)
*Cherryfaerie: Linnende and Nindo are Legolas friends
*French Pony: Wala! Slow down there! You have to work with me on a number of things, like the slapping, and the portrayal of the elves. I do know that the character of her father is completely opposite of what Tolkien portrayed them as, but I needed to give my character a reason to snap (I had to get her to Mirkwood somehow)-hence the sexist father. And the villages, well I really don't like placing my characters in the city that they spend all of their time in..they have to get there somehow. Something has to drive them there. The villages, because I wanted Nessa to be more of an outsider then she already was. The villages are completely fictional, but in my defense they are just outside of Rivendell, not apart of Rivendell.
By having the stable boy asking questions, therefore catching Nessa off guard, I wanted to show the sort of paranoid mindset just before the Fellowship of the Ring occurs. This is my way of doing just hinting, but not all out screaming it at the reader.
I also wanted the character of Nessa to be less of a feminist then my previous characters had been. If you hadn't noticed, I am a big fan of the female characters that kick ass, and refuse to write a damsel in distress story. I tried a less feminist approach, but as you know.A LEPORD CANNOT CHANGE IT'S SPOTS!
I'm sorry that you that my writing quality went down a notch in the past few chapters, but I promise I'll work harder at my edits the next time.
*Star 67: Have you not read any of my other fics! OF COURSE THIS IS A LEGOMANCE! I am addicted to writing those! I don't care if people hate 'em! I can't get enough of 'em!
Thanks to others who gave completely positive reviews with no questions in them for me to answer! Sorry I never really did this within the fic in my other stories (I used to post them in my bio page..because let's face it: I am a completely boring person. No one wants to hear about me and my pathetic life).
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A few hours later, Nessa was forced to bring home Kemen, Envenyala, and Arnarmo, who were all sporting a brand-new toy of their choice, to a very excited Alassea. Legolas followed hesitantly behind, Nessa had seemed a bit worried when Legolas suggested that Ñandelle and him could come with her to drop the elflings off for lunch, but he was not going to press the matter.
"Nessa!" Alassea walked out the front door step, "I was wondering when I should be expecting you!"
"I promised I would have the little ones back at a descent time, and here they are just in time for lunch! And now, I'd best be off so you can eat your lunch!" Nessa smiled, trying to run before Alassea got a good look of Legolas. No doubt she would recognize the crown prince of Mirkwood.
"Why must you always be in such a hurry, Nessa? Now, let me talk to your friend here," she smiled pushing Nessa aside.
"No! No! Really, we must be going!"
"Stop this nonsense, Nessa, I just want to meet him! Why all the fuss?" Alassea hushed the younger she-elf, finally getting a full look at Legolas.
Legolas gulped noticeably, as he tried to hide behind little Ñandelle, who had once again found herself cradled comfortably in Legolas's arms.
"Hello there! My name is Alassea!" She smiled brightly, studying the elf before her. Within moments she knew exactly who it was. "Oh! I be begging your pardon! I did not realize it was you, my lord!" She apologized quickly, taking a small bow.
Kemen, Envenyala, and Arnarmo gave each other strange looks. Kemen and Arnarmo forgetting about their feud of whose sword was better, and Envenyala forgetting what game she was playing with her new doll. All of them stared wide-eyed at the elf they had just spent the morning with.
"Why's Naneth calling Mister Legolas that?" Envenyala broke the uncomfortable silence the group had just plunged into.
"Hush now, little one, these matters are for adults. How about you three head inside, your Naneth will be in a moments time," Nessa whispered to them, but none of the elflings budged.
"Nessa's right, you three head inside now, this is a matter between adults."
"Can Ñandelle come too?" Kemen asked, "it's not fair if she gets to see, and we can't."
"Oh can I, Legolas?" Ñandelle asked hopefully, turning to face her elder brother.
"If Lady Alassea says you can," Legolas nodded at the she-elf before him.
"Can I?" Ñandelle asked politely.
Alassea nodded her head, "Of course little one," she turned to Legolas, "and please my lord, just call me Alassea. I am not a noble, therefore I shall not be treated with such high regards."
Ñandelle jumped out of Legolas's arms and ran inside with the other elflings.
"If that is what you wished to be called, I cannot refuse it," Legolas sighed.
"Nessa, why didn't you tell me you were spending time with the prince?" Alassea scolded the younger she-elf. Things of this nature were usually shared as soon as possible, and just here Nessa was trying to hide it.
She lowered her head, "I was not sure if you would approve, Alassea, I mean, him being royalty and all."
Alassea shook her head, "I am not your Naneth, therefore I am not obliged to tell you what to do."
Nessa nodded slowly, not really understanding the elder she-elf's feeling on the matter.
"Just let me say one thing right here and right now," she sighed, "just stay friends like you are now. You and Prince Legolas starting a courting, things like that just aren't done. Do it for your sakes, if not mine. Things always become more complicated when others catch wind of them."
Legolas stepped in, "Alassea, with all due respect, I know that you are just saying what is best for us. Right now we are just friends, but you yourself know that elves only love once, and being denied that love can rip an elf into two."
"As long as you do not know of that love, my lord, then it shall not destroy you."
"Please, just call me Legolas."
"That would not be my place, my lord."
Legolas sighed, "as you wish."
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Legolas and Nessa walked away from the small home in silence together. They would be back later to pick up little Ñandelle sometime before supper.
Legolas sighed heavily, "I do not understand why everyone makes such a fuss over this."
"It is because you are a prince, Legolas, you are supposed to fall in love with a princess," Nessa lowered her head, "and I am no princess."
Legolas smiled, "no, I am an elf who is supposed to fall in love with a beautiful she-elf. Nothing more, nothing less."
Nessa smiled at him, "I just don't want any one else to be mad at me anymore. One would think I would have learned my lesson the first time."
Legolas laughed gently, "what do you mean, 'the first time'? Is this not the first time you have gone against what others have said?"
Nessa lowered her head, "and I paid for it dearly."
Legolas stopped laughing, and turned to face her. He placed his hand underneath her chin, and raised her face back up, confused as to what she meant by it all. "Is that how you received this?" He practically whispered, running a smooth hand over her scared cheek, "you never did tell me how it happened."
Nessa placed a hand on top of his, pulling it down off of her cheek. "Maybe I have not told you, because you would not believe."
Legolas looked at her serious expression, confused again as to what she meant. "Will you ever tell me how it happened?" He asked hopefully, grinning.
Nessa smiled, "maybe someday, if your lucky."
Legolas laughed, "I'll hold you to that."
Legolas and Nessa started walking again, now in a comfortable silence. It was nice for a change not to have an elfling to tend to, or the constant annoyance of someone always watching them as they walked.
"So what is next on the agenda?" Nessa smiled.
"Would you like to pay Linnende and Nindo a little visit?"
"I would love too," she laughed, "but first," she added sheepishly, "would you read me another book?"
Legolas turned and faced her, holding back his laughter. He nodded, "of course, we just might have to use a slightly different entrance then before," he warned her. She was not the only one receiving warnings to just stay as friends, and his Atar would defiantly have his hide for spending such great amounts of time with a peasant, let alone exposing little Ñandelle to such foolishness.
Nessa cocked her head to the side and raised her eyebrows, "what do you mean?"
"You'll see," he smiled, grabbing her hand and walking off in a slightly different direction then where they had come from before.
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Sorry this chapter was so sort! I promise I will make it up to you guys sooner or later! It just seemed right to end it there, with a little bit of a cliffy, but not so much as to warrant complaining about.
Hope you enjoyed this chapter. Thanks to everyone who reviewed! You guys are my heroes!
With Love,
Arwen
*Judy Greenleaf: No idea if Arwen is older/younger/the same age as our hot elf friend. Also I love getting reviews! They make me happy! Thanks for being so supportive! (PS: Simple Plan and Good Charlotte rocks!)
*Cherryfaerie: Linnende and Nindo are Legolas friends
*French Pony: Wala! Slow down there! You have to work with me on a number of things, like the slapping, and the portrayal of the elves. I do know that the character of her father is completely opposite of what Tolkien portrayed them as, but I needed to give my character a reason to snap (I had to get her to Mirkwood somehow)-hence the sexist father. And the villages, well I really don't like placing my characters in the city that they spend all of their time in..they have to get there somehow. Something has to drive them there. The villages, because I wanted Nessa to be more of an outsider then she already was. The villages are completely fictional, but in my defense they are just outside of Rivendell, not apart of Rivendell.
By having the stable boy asking questions, therefore catching Nessa off guard, I wanted to show the sort of paranoid mindset just before the Fellowship of the Ring occurs. This is my way of doing just hinting, but not all out screaming it at the reader.
I also wanted the character of Nessa to be less of a feminist then my previous characters had been. If you hadn't noticed, I am a big fan of the female characters that kick ass, and refuse to write a damsel in distress story. I tried a less feminist approach, but as you know.A LEPORD CANNOT CHANGE IT'S SPOTS!
I'm sorry that you that my writing quality went down a notch in the past few chapters, but I promise I'll work harder at my edits the next time.
*Star 67: Have you not read any of my other fics! OF COURSE THIS IS A LEGOMANCE! I am addicted to writing those! I don't care if people hate 'em! I can't get enough of 'em!
Thanks to others who gave completely positive reviews with no questions in them for me to answer! Sorry I never really did this within the fic in my other stories (I used to post them in my bio page..because let's face it: I am a completely boring person. No one wants to hear about me and my pathetic life).
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A few hours later, Nessa was forced to bring home Kemen, Envenyala, and Arnarmo, who were all sporting a brand-new toy of their choice, to a very excited Alassea. Legolas followed hesitantly behind, Nessa had seemed a bit worried when Legolas suggested that Ñandelle and him could come with her to drop the elflings off for lunch, but he was not going to press the matter.
"Nessa!" Alassea walked out the front door step, "I was wondering when I should be expecting you!"
"I promised I would have the little ones back at a descent time, and here they are just in time for lunch! And now, I'd best be off so you can eat your lunch!" Nessa smiled, trying to run before Alassea got a good look of Legolas. No doubt she would recognize the crown prince of Mirkwood.
"Why must you always be in such a hurry, Nessa? Now, let me talk to your friend here," she smiled pushing Nessa aside.
"No! No! Really, we must be going!"
"Stop this nonsense, Nessa, I just want to meet him! Why all the fuss?" Alassea hushed the younger she-elf, finally getting a full look at Legolas.
Legolas gulped noticeably, as he tried to hide behind little Ñandelle, who had once again found herself cradled comfortably in Legolas's arms.
"Hello there! My name is Alassea!" She smiled brightly, studying the elf before her. Within moments she knew exactly who it was. "Oh! I be begging your pardon! I did not realize it was you, my lord!" She apologized quickly, taking a small bow.
Kemen, Envenyala, and Arnarmo gave each other strange looks. Kemen and Arnarmo forgetting about their feud of whose sword was better, and Envenyala forgetting what game she was playing with her new doll. All of them stared wide-eyed at the elf they had just spent the morning with.
"Why's Naneth calling Mister Legolas that?" Envenyala broke the uncomfortable silence the group had just plunged into.
"Hush now, little one, these matters are for adults. How about you three head inside, your Naneth will be in a moments time," Nessa whispered to them, but none of the elflings budged.
"Nessa's right, you three head inside now, this is a matter between adults."
"Can Ñandelle come too?" Kemen asked, "it's not fair if she gets to see, and we can't."
"Oh can I, Legolas?" Ñandelle asked hopefully, turning to face her elder brother.
"If Lady Alassea says you can," Legolas nodded at the she-elf before him.
"Can I?" Ñandelle asked politely.
Alassea nodded her head, "Of course little one," she turned to Legolas, "and please my lord, just call me Alassea. I am not a noble, therefore I shall not be treated with such high regards."
Ñandelle jumped out of Legolas's arms and ran inside with the other elflings.
"If that is what you wished to be called, I cannot refuse it," Legolas sighed.
"Nessa, why didn't you tell me you were spending time with the prince?" Alassea scolded the younger she-elf. Things of this nature were usually shared as soon as possible, and just here Nessa was trying to hide it.
She lowered her head, "I was not sure if you would approve, Alassea, I mean, him being royalty and all."
Alassea shook her head, "I am not your Naneth, therefore I am not obliged to tell you what to do."
Nessa nodded slowly, not really understanding the elder she-elf's feeling on the matter.
"Just let me say one thing right here and right now," she sighed, "just stay friends like you are now. You and Prince Legolas starting a courting, things like that just aren't done. Do it for your sakes, if not mine. Things always become more complicated when others catch wind of them."
Legolas stepped in, "Alassea, with all due respect, I know that you are just saying what is best for us. Right now we are just friends, but you yourself know that elves only love once, and being denied that love can rip an elf into two."
"As long as you do not know of that love, my lord, then it shall not destroy you."
"Please, just call me Legolas."
"That would not be my place, my lord."
Legolas sighed, "as you wish."
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Legolas and Nessa walked away from the small home in silence together. They would be back later to pick up little Ñandelle sometime before supper.
Legolas sighed heavily, "I do not understand why everyone makes such a fuss over this."
"It is because you are a prince, Legolas, you are supposed to fall in love with a princess," Nessa lowered her head, "and I am no princess."
Legolas smiled, "no, I am an elf who is supposed to fall in love with a beautiful she-elf. Nothing more, nothing less."
Nessa smiled at him, "I just don't want any one else to be mad at me anymore. One would think I would have learned my lesson the first time."
Legolas laughed gently, "what do you mean, 'the first time'? Is this not the first time you have gone against what others have said?"
Nessa lowered her head, "and I paid for it dearly."
Legolas stopped laughing, and turned to face her. He placed his hand underneath her chin, and raised her face back up, confused as to what she meant by it all. "Is that how you received this?" He practically whispered, running a smooth hand over her scared cheek, "you never did tell me how it happened."
Nessa placed a hand on top of his, pulling it down off of her cheek. "Maybe I have not told you, because you would not believe."
Legolas looked at her serious expression, confused again as to what she meant. "Will you ever tell me how it happened?" He asked hopefully, grinning.
Nessa smiled, "maybe someday, if your lucky."
Legolas laughed, "I'll hold you to that."
Legolas and Nessa started walking again, now in a comfortable silence. It was nice for a change not to have an elfling to tend to, or the constant annoyance of someone always watching them as they walked.
"So what is next on the agenda?" Nessa smiled.
"Would you like to pay Linnende and Nindo a little visit?"
"I would love too," she laughed, "but first," she added sheepishly, "would you read me another book?"
Legolas turned and faced her, holding back his laughter. He nodded, "of course, we just might have to use a slightly different entrance then before," he warned her. She was not the only one receiving warnings to just stay as friends, and his Atar would defiantly have his hide for spending such great amounts of time with a peasant, let alone exposing little Ñandelle to such foolishness.
Nessa cocked her head to the side and raised her eyebrows, "what do you mean?"
"You'll see," he smiled, grabbing her hand and walking off in a slightly different direction then where they had come from before.
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Sorry this chapter was so sort! I promise I will make it up to you guys sooner or later! It just seemed right to end it there, with a little bit of a cliffy, but not so much as to warrant complaining about.
Hope you enjoyed this chapter. Thanks to everyone who reviewed! You guys are my heroes!
With Love,
Arwen