Ahh, look, I've updated this fic! Amazing anit it?
Sorry, had a very mild case of writers block on this story for a little while there. You see this time the problem isn't direction for this fic, instead it's that I have it all planed out and am having problems getting there in good writing fashion.
Hope you enjoy this chapter, it has more views of Thranduil, more thoughts and opinions on love, and more.Leggy! How much more could you ask for!
Love Always,
Arwen
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Legolas and Nessa sat side by side inside of the library, both engrossed in the story unfolding before them. Legolas was right in saying that it was an epic tale of love, betrayal, and most of all friendship, much like the one most elves experience in their time of being.
Nessa snuggled herself closer to Legolas, enjoying his company and warmth. Legolas smiled at this action but continued to read, pretending to take no notice of it. In reality that was all that he ever thought about. Her. She was always on his mind, when they were in each other's company and especially when they were apart. Alassea was too late in her warning, for Legolas was already in love with this she-elf he had met in the marketplace. His mind scolded him for being so sudden, but his heart, well, was a different story entirely.
He placed his arm around her shoulders, living this moment, this rush. Now it was Nessa's turn to smile ever so slyly. Legolas was not alone in his feelings; Nessa too had noticed her heart racing when she was so near to him. But it was not a bad rush. In fact, she welcomed it. She tried to keep her concentration on the story, but even the night before she had found herself imaging her and Legolas being the lovers that the story portrayed. But she as well scolded herself for having so much haste in her feelings towards the elven prince, but she also was not about to deny them. She had already admitted to herself in the privacy of her own mind these feelings that she felt so strongly.
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Thranduil watched from a distance, in the blackened hallway just outside of the library, his son and the she-elf that he held dear to him. He found himself arguing his heart, he knew very well the strong feelings that come with love, the strong feelings that could never be broken, but he also knew the customs that he was supposed to uphold. Legolas was supposed to marry someone of social status, and yet here his son was falling for this simple she-elf of no status.
Somehow he had always imagined his son's love would turn out like this.
He smiled to himself; Legolas had never quite been the one to follow the whims of others. He had always had to do things his way, right or wrong. In fact he had many fond memories of Legolas as an elfling, a stubborn elfling at that, doing what he did best. Rebelling against everything that Thranduil himself had told him.
And although he had scolded his son repeatedly for his offensives, he could not help but see a little bit himself in his son. Despite the fact that he would never tell Legolas, Thranduil himself had been almost exactly like his son in his early years.
But now, he faced the weight of the world on his shoulders, as do all Atars. They want to be their elflings hero, show them the right way in life, and most importantly to let go of them when they are ready. He knew that one day Legolas would feel these same pressures, as would all parents. But somehow he knew that Legolas would still be Legolas no matter what. And he felt security in that.
He watched as his son placed an arm affectionately around this she-elf, and found himself again looking back among the many memories of himself growing up. And again, couldn't help but to smile as the memories of his sweet wife and the summer of their courting came back to him. It was a perfect summer. Full of magic and passion. If he could give one thing to his children it would be to experience a moment such as that perfect summer. To be a love with another who loves you equally as much, maybe even more so. But that was one gift he could not give. It was something they had to find for themselves.
And he was not complaining.
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"That was a wonderful story, Legolas," Nessa smiled, "it was so sad at the end!"
Legolas nodded, "glad you liked it," he said giving her hand a little squeeze.
Nessa blushed a little, "thank-you again for reading books to me, you do not know how much it means to me."
Legolas smiled, "I am happy to do it, and glad to know that you are enjoy my selections."
Nessa nodded, "very much so."
Legolas sat in silence for a moment, just staring at her face. It was not that he had lack of words to speak, it was that he found himself enchanted by her beauty. After realizing what he was doing, he turned his head away and blushed.
"What is wrong?" Nessa pulled his face back to face her.
He smiled, "it is nothing."
"Tell me, please? It must be something for you to be turning such a strange color," she laughed lightly, pointing out his red face.
Legolas stared at her for a moment, and acted on an instinct. He leaned his head in closer to hers, and his lips met hers in a sweet kiss.
Nessa placed her hand on Legolas's face, pushing it back lightly, "do you think," she breathed heavily, "that this is moving to fast?"
Legolas lowered his head, "I am sorry, I should not have,"
Nessa placed her hand over his mouth, "please, answer my question" Her eyes pleaded with him, and he obliged. Nessa lifted her hand off his mouth, and placed it again into his.
"Nessa, I think," he breathed in, "I think that I am in love with you."
Nessa smiled a bit, but then let her common sense take over again, "but, how do we know what love is Legolas? How do we know that we truly love another? How?"
Now it was Legolas's turn to calm her down. He placed his hand over her mouth, "we don't, Nessa, we just do not know."
She brought her hand up to his and pulled it down again, "I just want to be sure."
Legolas smiled, "love is never a sure thing." He leaned in again and kissed her gently.
This time instead of worrying about right or wrong, Nessa returned the kiss. For once she was going to do something that she felt was right. For once she was not going to be afraid of the consequences.
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Hope you enjoyed this chapter, and I am so happy that so many of you guys are really catching on to this fic! It means so much to me that when you review, most of your comments are positive either that or are very helpful in my writing!
As always reviews are more then welcome, and thanks again for reading! The next chapter will be up hopefully by the end of the month!
Until then!
Love,
Arwen
Sorry, had a very mild case of writers block on this story for a little while there. You see this time the problem isn't direction for this fic, instead it's that I have it all planed out and am having problems getting there in good writing fashion.
Hope you enjoy this chapter, it has more views of Thranduil, more thoughts and opinions on love, and more.Leggy! How much more could you ask for!
Love Always,
Arwen
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Legolas and Nessa sat side by side inside of the library, both engrossed in the story unfolding before them. Legolas was right in saying that it was an epic tale of love, betrayal, and most of all friendship, much like the one most elves experience in their time of being.
Nessa snuggled herself closer to Legolas, enjoying his company and warmth. Legolas smiled at this action but continued to read, pretending to take no notice of it. In reality that was all that he ever thought about. Her. She was always on his mind, when they were in each other's company and especially when they were apart. Alassea was too late in her warning, for Legolas was already in love with this she-elf he had met in the marketplace. His mind scolded him for being so sudden, but his heart, well, was a different story entirely.
He placed his arm around her shoulders, living this moment, this rush. Now it was Nessa's turn to smile ever so slyly. Legolas was not alone in his feelings; Nessa too had noticed her heart racing when she was so near to him. But it was not a bad rush. In fact, she welcomed it. She tried to keep her concentration on the story, but even the night before she had found herself imaging her and Legolas being the lovers that the story portrayed. But she as well scolded herself for having so much haste in her feelings towards the elven prince, but she also was not about to deny them. She had already admitted to herself in the privacy of her own mind these feelings that she felt so strongly.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Thranduil watched from a distance, in the blackened hallway just outside of the library, his son and the she-elf that he held dear to him. He found himself arguing his heart, he knew very well the strong feelings that come with love, the strong feelings that could never be broken, but he also knew the customs that he was supposed to uphold. Legolas was supposed to marry someone of social status, and yet here his son was falling for this simple she-elf of no status.
Somehow he had always imagined his son's love would turn out like this.
He smiled to himself; Legolas had never quite been the one to follow the whims of others. He had always had to do things his way, right or wrong. In fact he had many fond memories of Legolas as an elfling, a stubborn elfling at that, doing what he did best. Rebelling against everything that Thranduil himself had told him.
And although he had scolded his son repeatedly for his offensives, he could not help but see a little bit himself in his son. Despite the fact that he would never tell Legolas, Thranduil himself had been almost exactly like his son in his early years.
But now, he faced the weight of the world on his shoulders, as do all Atars. They want to be their elflings hero, show them the right way in life, and most importantly to let go of them when they are ready. He knew that one day Legolas would feel these same pressures, as would all parents. But somehow he knew that Legolas would still be Legolas no matter what. And he felt security in that.
He watched as his son placed an arm affectionately around this she-elf, and found himself again looking back among the many memories of himself growing up. And again, couldn't help but to smile as the memories of his sweet wife and the summer of their courting came back to him. It was a perfect summer. Full of magic and passion. If he could give one thing to his children it would be to experience a moment such as that perfect summer. To be a love with another who loves you equally as much, maybe even more so. But that was one gift he could not give. It was something they had to find for themselves.
And he was not complaining.
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"That was a wonderful story, Legolas," Nessa smiled, "it was so sad at the end!"
Legolas nodded, "glad you liked it," he said giving her hand a little squeeze.
Nessa blushed a little, "thank-you again for reading books to me, you do not know how much it means to me."
Legolas smiled, "I am happy to do it, and glad to know that you are enjoy my selections."
Nessa nodded, "very much so."
Legolas sat in silence for a moment, just staring at her face. It was not that he had lack of words to speak, it was that he found himself enchanted by her beauty. After realizing what he was doing, he turned his head away and blushed.
"What is wrong?" Nessa pulled his face back to face her.
He smiled, "it is nothing."
"Tell me, please? It must be something for you to be turning such a strange color," she laughed lightly, pointing out his red face.
Legolas stared at her for a moment, and acted on an instinct. He leaned his head in closer to hers, and his lips met hers in a sweet kiss.
Nessa placed her hand on Legolas's face, pushing it back lightly, "do you think," she breathed heavily, "that this is moving to fast?"
Legolas lowered his head, "I am sorry, I should not have,"
Nessa placed her hand over his mouth, "please, answer my question" Her eyes pleaded with him, and he obliged. Nessa lifted her hand off his mouth, and placed it again into his.
"Nessa, I think," he breathed in, "I think that I am in love with you."
Nessa smiled a bit, but then let her common sense take over again, "but, how do we know what love is Legolas? How do we know that we truly love another? How?"
Now it was Legolas's turn to calm her down. He placed his hand over her mouth, "we don't, Nessa, we just do not know."
She brought her hand up to his and pulled it down again, "I just want to be sure."
Legolas smiled, "love is never a sure thing." He leaned in again and kissed her gently.
This time instead of worrying about right or wrong, Nessa returned the kiss. For once she was going to do something that she felt was right. For once she was not going to be afraid of the consequences.
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Hope you enjoyed this chapter, and I am so happy that so many of you guys are really catching on to this fic! It means so much to me that when you review, most of your comments are positive either that or are very helpful in my writing!
As always reviews are more then welcome, and thanks again for reading! The next chapter will be up hopefully by the end of the month!
Until then!
Love,
Arwen