Here we go, the next chappy! Hope you like it! This one focuses a lot on
Legolas's older sister (Tyalië) in the second half, and her feelings about
it all. But never fear, Legolas and Nessa are present in the first half!
Enjoy!
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"Err-Legolas, I hope you don't mind me asking, but why are we going through the servants entrance?"
Legolas smiled, "nobody uses it but the servants, so it is the perfect entrance and exit for all my affairs."
Nessa raised her eyebrows, "your affairs?"
"Yes, like stealing wine, creating havoc, sneaking in and out, that sort of thing."
Nessa laughed, "why do I believe this!"
He smiled, "because you know it's true."
Legolas led Nessa through a series of passageways and back entrances, she assumed it must have taken him years to figure out where everything went to. But the reward would have been worth all of the effort just to be able to sneak through the gigantic castle unnoticed, by at least anyone who would bother reporting the prince's activities.
"It's just a little further now," Legolas smiled, still dragging Nessa by the hand through the back way of the castle.
Nessa just smiled and shook her head slightly, Legolas must have had a lot of free time as an elfling, she mused.
"Okay here we are!" He pushed open a dusty old door that looked nothing of importance, much the opposite of the grand library on the other side.
Nessa stood stunned for a moment, "how many places can you go through that back way?"
Legolas smiled, "I'll never tell," he laughed.
Nessa rolled her eyes, "so what is the story for today?" She meandered her way around the room, taking her time to look all around her for that perfect book.
Legolas followed behind her closely, "what would you like to hear about? Action? Adventure? Maybe a touch of romance?"
Nessa smiled, "I want to hear your favorite book," she turned and faced him, "last time I heard your Naneth's favorite, how about yours? I mean, we are on this getting to know each other spree are we not?"
Legolas turned and looked around him for a moment, trying to decide which book he would rather read to her. His fingers traced the bindings of the books lightly, as he took into account all the events of each story that he had read over the years, trying to find the perfect one.
His fingers stopped on one reddish colored book, he pointed, "this one," he stated simply, "it is about a group of companions, all different in their own respects, but at the same time have one common goal. It is about how this group of unlikely companions not only meet, but build a strong friendship," he explained.
Nessa smiled, "it sounds wonderful, what is it called?"
"Where the Heart is," Legolas took the book off the shelf, "I hope you like it, there is only a little bit of romance, unlike the book we read last. It is mostly an adventure."
Nessa shook her head, "I love all types of books, I do not understand why elves limit themselves to only one kind, they are truly missing out."
Legolas smiled, "shall we?"
"We shall!"
He took her hand, and led her over to the same table they had read at before. Nessa sat besides him, dying in her anticipation, as Legolas began to read, "They were three of the most unusual of characters as most elves would put it,"
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Tyalië's wispy blonde hair bounced up and down as she glided gracefully through one of the many corridors of the castle. Her husband would be returning soon, and she would leave yet again and return to his homeland, something she had never been fond of, but now she disliked it more then ever. Her brother had been acting so different lately, not that she was angry or anything, actually he seemed happier now then he ever was, but she also knew the reason why.
'I must prevent this madness, Atar would never understand why Legolas loves such an elf,' she thought to herself, 'I wish them both only the best, but if they do love, it will only end in heartbreak. I would not wish that fate on even my worst enemy. Dying the slow and painful death, I will not reduce my brother to such pain and misery as that.'
She sighed heavily, she only wanted her brother to be happy, but she knew that Atar would never understand. It was better to break things off before things got out of hand. She loved him too much to let him live out the end of his days in misery.
And with that mission in mind she approached her Atar's business chambers, and pushed the door cautiously open. She kept reminding herself that she was doing this for his own good, and someday he would take her. Hopefully.
"Atar, may I have a word with you," Tyalië spoke softly, still unsure of how Legolas and her Atar would react.
"Yes, my daughter, come in, come in!" Thranduil beckoned his daughter inside.
"I am here on behalf of Legolas, but please, do not tell him it was I who told, he would never forgive me," Tyalië looked at her father sympathetically, "but I am doing this for his own good," she reminded herself once out loud.
Thranduil frowned, "what has he done this time?" He sighed heavily, readying himself to have another chat with his son.
"Fallen in love, I suppose," she sighed.
He laughed, a smile spreading across his face, "Tyalië! Why is that such a problem! That is something we must celebrate! Legolas has finally found a she-elf suitable for him!"
Tyalië squirmed a little in her chair, "Atar, it is not what you may think."
"Oh, then what is it?"
"Legolas, he, the she-elf, well, she is not quite what I know you would hope for, if you understand what I am saying."
Thranduil looked at his daughter, perplexed.
Tyalië sighed, "Nessa, her name is Nessa, and she," she in breathed deeply, "has no status in society," she breathed out. "I thought, that maybe, if, well, if we could maybe prevent Legolas from falling in love with this she- elf, then, well," she rambled on for a moment, puzzled as to what to say.
Thranduil stared off into space for a moment, unsure of what to do. He was happy that his son had finally found someone, but this someone might not be whom he would have hoped Legolas would find. He could not stop his son from loving her, but he has never encouraged marriages between the classes. Never. In fact he had encouraged his daughter into marrying her husband, because he was royalty.
"I am sorry Atar! I should have never said anything! Things would have sorted out themselves!" Tyalië apologized, hugging her Atar.
Thranduil shook his head, "even I cannot prevent love, it is something, for elves at least, that only comes once. I would not take that from my son, never."
Tyalië looked up at her Atar and smiled, "then shall you accept the she-elf as she is?"
Thranduil nodded, "if they are truly in love, there are some things that not even a King can change." He smiled warmly at his daughter,
"Really, judging from Legolas's change in personality, I am sure that you will love her!"
He nodded, "I would like to meet her sometime, soon if at all possible."
Tyalië looked up at her Atar uncertainly, "are you sure that you are alright with this? I am sure that we could always find Legolas another she- elf to court."
Thranduil shook his head, "no, he is too stubborn for that nonsense. I will stand by my decision, and hope for the best."
She nodded, still hugging her Atar tightly. Thranduil placed and arm around his child, stroking her hair softly,
"I miss you, it is so different now that you are not around a lot anymore. I guess I need to start getting used to change, it seems unpreventable. I probably should have known that someday I would have to let go, but I never really thought it would be so soon," he sighed.
"I know, I miss you too, Atar, and Mirkwood, and Legolas will all of his crazy stunts," she rambled on, "that is home for me. It will always be where my heart truly lies, with Mirkwood and with family."
Thranduil smiled, "you are so much like your Naneth, it scares me some times."
Tyalië smiled, "I miss as well, it has been many years since I have seen her."
"Someday you will, we all will, but she heard her calling all those years ago, like you will someday hear yours. And the worst part about it is no matter how much you want to ignore it and stay with those whom you love, it is something you must listen too. You cannot hide from it."
Tyalië nodded, "I hope to see you soon, Atar," she released from the embrace, "who knows, it might be in celebration of Legolas's wedding even," she smiled and giggled a little.
"Have a safe trip, Tyalië, and please do come back soon."
She nodded and walked back up to her chambers, as the maids were putting the finishing touches on all of her luggage. She would leave within the hour, her husband would come and they would leave like they always did. It was depressing leaving her home, but it was also depressing not being with him. Love is a curse, she would admit to that. You cannot stand to be with the elf that you love, but what is more over whelming is how you cannot stand to be without them.
She decided that one day she would sit down and try to figure out why we even bother with love. We only torment ourselves more and more, and yet we are incomplete without it. Love was defiantly a strange thing, without a doubt, and anyone who was under its spell felt the highs and lows in such extremes. And yet, we crave it.
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There you have it, the next installment of my ::hack, hack:: beautiful fic!
Reviews are most welcome!
Love,
Arwen
Enjoy!
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"Err-Legolas, I hope you don't mind me asking, but why are we going through the servants entrance?"
Legolas smiled, "nobody uses it but the servants, so it is the perfect entrance and exit for all my affairs."
Nessa raised her eyebrows, "your affairs?"
"Yes, like stealing wine, creating havoc, sneaking in and out, that sort of thing."
Nessa laughed, "why do I believe this!"
He smiled, "because you know it's true."
Legolas led Nessa through a series of passageways and back entrances, she assumed it must have taken him years to figure out where everything went to. But the reward would have been worth all of the effort just to be able to sneak through the gigantic castle unnoticed, by at least anyone who would bother reporting the prince's activities.
"It's just a little further now," Legolas smiled, still dragging Nessa by the hand through the back way of the castle.
Nessa just smiled and shook her head slightly, Legolas must have had a lot of free time as an elfling, she mused.
"Okay here we are!" He pushed open a dusty old door that looked nothing of importance, much the opposite of the grand library on the other side.
Nessa stood stunned for a moment, "how many places can you go through that back way?"
Legolas smiled, "I'll never tell," he laughed.
Nessa rolled her eyes, "so what is the story for today?" She meandered her way around the room, taking her time to look all around her for that perfect book.
Legolas followed behind her closely, "what would you like to hear about? Action? Adventure? Maybe a touch of romance?"
Nessa smiled, "I want to hear your favorite book," she turned and faced him, "last time I heard your Naneth's favorite, how about yours? I mean, we are on this getting to know each other spree are we not?"
Legolas turned and looked around him for a moment, trying to decide which book he would rather read to her. His fingers traced the bindings of the books lightly, as he took into account all the events of each story that he had read over the years, trying to find the perfect one.
His fingers stopped on one reddish colored book, he pointed, "this one," he stated simply, "it is about a group of companions, all different in their own respects, but at the same time have one common goal. It is about how this group of unlikely companions not only meet, but build a strong friendship," he explained.
Nessa smiled, "it sounds wonderful, what is it called?"
"Where the Heart is," Legolas took the book off the shelf, "I hope you like it, there is only a little bit of romance, unlike the book we read last. It is mostly an adventure."
Nessa shook her head, "I love all types of books, I do not understand why elves limit themselves to only one kind, they are truly missing out."
Legolas smiled, "shall we?"
"We shall!"
He took her hand, and led her over to the same table they had read at before. Nessa sat besides him, dying in her anticipation, as Legolas began to read, "They were three of the most unusual of characters as most elves would put it,"
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Tyalië's wispy blonde hair bounced up and down as she glided gracefully through one of the many corridors of the castle. Her husband would be returning soon, and she would leave yet again and return to his homeland, something she had never been fond of, but now she disliked it more then ever. Her brother had been acting so different lately, not that she was angry or anything, actually he seemed happier now then he ever was, but she also knew the reason why.
'I must prevent this madness, Atar would never understand why Legolas loves such an elf,' she thought to herself, 'I wish them both only the best, but if they do love, it will only end in heartbreak. I would not wish that fate on even my worst enemy. Dying the slow and painful death, I will not reduce my brother to such pain and misery as that.'
She sighed heavily, she only wanted her brother to be happy, but she knew that Atar would never understand. It was better to break things off before things got out of hand. She loved him too much to let him live out the end of his days in misery.
And with that mission in mind she approached her Atar's business chambers, and pushed the door cautiously open. She kept reminding herself that she was doing this for his own good, and someday he would take her. Hopefully.
"Atar, may I have a word with you," Tyalië spoke softly, still unsure of how Legolas and her Atar would react.
"Yes, my daughter, come in, come in!" Thranduil beckoned his daughter inside.
"I am here on behalf of Legolas, but please, do not tell him it was I who told, he would never forgive me," Tyalië looked at her father sympathetically, "but I am doing this for his own good," she reminded herself once out loud.
Thranduil frowned, "what has he done this time?" He sighed heavily, readying himself to have another chat with his son.
"Fallen in love, I suppose," she sighed.
He laughed, a smile spreading across his face, "Tyalië! Why is that such a problem! That is something we must celebrate! Legolas has finally found a she-elf suitable for him!"
Tyalië squirmed a little in her chair, "Atar, it is not what you may think."
"Oh, then what is it?"
"Legolas, he, the she-elf, well, she is not quite what I know you would hope for, if you understand what I am saying."
Thranduil looked at his daughter, perplexed.
Tyalië sighed, "Nessa, her name is Nessa, and she," she in breathed deeply, "has no status in society," she breathed out. "I thought, that maybe, if, well, if we could maybe prevent Legolas from falling in love with this she- elf, then, well," she rambled on for a moment, puzzled as to what to say.
Thranduil stared off into space for a moment, unsure of what to do. He was happy that his son had finally found someone, but this someone might not be whom he would have hoped Legolas would find. He could not stop his son from loving her, but he has never encouraged marriages between the classes. Never. In fact he had encouraged his daughter into marrying her husband, because he was royalty.
"I am sorry Atar! I should have never said anything! Things would have sorted out themselves!" Tyalië apologized, hugging her Atar.
Thranduil shook his head, "even I cannot prevent love, it is something, for elves at least, that only comes once. I would not take that from my son, never."
Tyalië looked up at her Atar and smiled, "then shall you accept the she-elf as she is?"
Thranduil nodded, "if they are truly in love, there are some things that not even a King can change." He smiled warmly at his daughter,
"Really, judging from Legolas's change in personality, I am sure that you will love her!"
He nodded, "I would like to meet her sometime, soon if at all possible."
Tyalië looked up at her Atar uncertainly, "are you sure that you are alright with this? I am sure that we could always find Legolas another she- elf to court."
Thranduil shook his head, "no, he is too stubborn for that nonsense. I will stand by my decision, and hope for the best."
She nodded, still hugging her Atar tightly. Thranduil placed and arm around his child, stroking her hair softly,
"I miss you, it is so different now that you are not around a lot anymore. I guess I need to start getting used to change, it seems unpreventable. I probably should have known that someday I would have to let go, but I never really thought it would be so soon," he sighed.
"I know, I miss you too, Atar, and Mirkwood, and Legolas will all of his crazy stunts," she rambled on, "that is home for me. It will always be where my heart truly lies, with Mirkwood and with family."
Thranduil smiled, "you are so much like your Naneth, it scares me some times."
Tyalië smiled, "I miss as well, it has been many years since I have seen her."
"Someday you will, we all will, but she heard her calling all those years ago, like you will someday hear yours. And the worst part about it is no matter how much you want to ignore it and stay with those whom you love, it is something you must listen too. You cannot hide from it."
Tyalië nodded, "I hope to see you soon, Atar," she released from the embrace, "who knows, it might be in celebration of Legolas's wedding even," she smiled and giggled a little.
"Have a safe trip, Tyalië, and please do come back soon."
She nodded and walked back up to her chambers, as the maids were putting the finishing touches on all of her luggage. She would leave within the hour, her husband would come and they would leave like they always did. It was depressing leaving her home, but it was also depressing not being with him. Love is a curse, she would admit to that. You cannot stand to be with the elf that you love, but what is more over whelming is how you cannot stand to be without them.
She decided that one day she would sit down and try to figure out why we even bother with love. We only torment ourselves more and more, and yet we are incomplete without it. Love was defiantly a strange thing, without a doubt, and anyone who was under its spell felt the highs and lows in such extremes. And yet, we crave it.
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There you have it, the next installment of my ::hack, hack:: beautiful fic!
Reviews are most welcome!
Love,
Arwen