Gah! I know, I'm sorry, I'm really bad at updating, but hey, I finished
part two! Thanks to everyone who reviewed part one! (I'm sorry, I'm really
bad at remembering names)
OVERALL SUMMARY: Three small vignettes (will be posted whenever RL allows me to write and post them) about Legolas and a song that holds a special place in his heart.
SUMMARY FOR CHAPTER 2: It's the anniversary of Celebrian's passing. Elrond is having a hard time trying to get through the day, and Arwen hates to see her father so pained, so she turns to Legolas for some help.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own anything of Tolkien's, and that includes the character of Runya, Legolas' mother. Although she is never named, Legolas does have a mother. Also, no one really knows what happened to her, so in this chapter, it's my take on her fate. I don't know who wrote, "You Are My Sunshine", but it's not my song, and credits goes to whoever wrote it. However, one elf, Lolindir Inglorion is mine...my precious! All right, am getting out of Gollum mode right now
A/N: In this chapter, Arwen is the elven equivalent to a six year old. I don't quite know when Celebrian left, so just for this vignette...please assume that she left early in Arwen's childhood.
Golden Light Chapter 2:
Sweet Surprises
By Tiger
Arwen ran through the path, her excited footsteps causing the birds and small animals to quickly move out of her way. Normally, she would have slowed down to make sure she wouldn't hurt them, but not this time, the six- year-old elf-child had more important matters on her mind. She paused for a quick breath and continued running, daintily holding up her skirt in one hand and clutching the oddly shaped vase in her other. As she approached her home, she slowed her pace, for her special friend, Legolas was standing at the door about to step down the steps. She always slowed down and acted like a grown up for Legolas because he treated her like one. Still, she couldn't resist a small squeak of joy and a wave to him.
"Mae govennen, Legolas!" she shouted. "What are you doing here?"
"Mae govennen, Arwen!" Legolas merrily laughed in return. "I'm here to visit your brothers. What is it that you have in your hand, mellon nin?"
Arwen held her vase up for Legolas to see. "It's a—"she began to reply, but she had been so focused on Legolas, that she didn't pay attention to where she was walking and tripped over a stone. She stumbled and fell. As she did, she tried to protect her vase with her arms. She heard the vase break as she hit the ground, sending up a cloud of dirt, and ripping her dress. Arwen looked down and saw that her vase had broken into five large pieces. She began to cry, not because she was in any pain, but because her precious vase broke. "Oh no!" she wailed, hot tears coming fast to her eyes.
Legolas ran as fast as he could to Arwen when she fell. He saw her crying, holding pieces of her vase. He bent down next to her, examining her, making sure that she had no serious injuries. "It's all right, mellon nin, you only have a few scrapes, do not cry." He picked up the tearful Arwen, vase pieces and all and began to carry her to the Healing Ward where she could get her cuts cleaned up.
"I-I-I don't hurt, Legolas!" she exclaimed through her tears. She rubbed her blurry eyes with the sleeve of her dress. She mournfully looked down at the pieces she cradled in her arms. Legolas followed her eyes. Understanding dawned on him. What a fool he had been.
"Is the vase for your Ada, Arwen?" he gently asked. She nodded and cast her eyes down. How could she give Ada her vase now? It was broken, she didn't know how to fix it. They arrived at the Healing Ward a few moments later. He poked his head around, making sure that Elrond wasn't present. He had some idea of the surprise that Arwen planned for her father. "It doesn't look like your Ada is here at the moment. Let's get you cleaned up, then we'll see about fixing up your vase. How does that sound?" He smiled at the way her eyes lit up in response to her suggestion. How lucky Elrond was to have such a daughter who cared so much about him. "Wait here," he said. He put Arwen on a bed and walked around the Healing Ward looking for Lolindir Inglorion, Elrond's tall nephew who was often left in charge of Rivendell's Healing Ward. Legolas searched high and low, and finally found him writing away at his desk. "Ah, good, Lin, you're here." Legolas said slightly out of breath.
"Legolas!" the elf smiled. "So, what have you done this time to land yourself in the Healing Ward?" Legolas laughed.
"I'll have you remember that the last time I was in here was because Elladan decided that it would be funny to push me rather unexpectedly onto a patch of ice!"
"True enough, true enough," the dark haired elf smiled. "What can I do for you this time?"
"Actually, I'm all right, for once," Legolas rolled his eyes at the smirk Lolindir gave him. "Arwen tripped and fell. She has a few cuts, I just want you to make sure that they're not going to be infected." Lolindir nodded and followed Legolas to Arwen. He washed her cuts and bandaged them and gave her strict orders to watch where she was walking, else she would be just like her brothers, stuck in the Healing Ward day in, day out. She made a face at Lolindir's back as he walked out of the room.
"Legolas, I'm cleaned up now, will you help me fix my vase?" She asked.
"Of course! Now, where shall we fix it? In your room, or out in the gardens?" He asked, his eyes twinkling. There really was no need to ask, he knew the answer already. Arwen tilted her head, as if she was thinking with a smile spread over her face.
"Out in the gardens!" She exclaimed, laughing.
"That's what I thought, let's go!" He held the pieces in one hand, and a jar of glue in the other. They raced each other (carefully) outside.
"I win!" Arwen proclaimed proudly. Legolas smiled. They sat down on a patch of grass, and together, they worked on putting the vase back together.
Elrond sat somberly by his study window, a book open in his lap, his head resting on his hand. He stayed there, watching the clouds pass by, wondering if they were the same clouds that his beloved Celebrian saw in Valinor. He dearly missed the golden head of curls that used to pop in and out of his study, making him smile and laugh at her youthfulness. He was brought out of thoughts by a knock on the wooden door.
"Come in," he said, still looking out the window. He saw his daughter's head poking through the door in the window's reflection. "Arwen," he said, turning around. "What is it?"
"Are you busy?" she asked.
"For you, never." He replied.
"Good." She strode in, and placed a small vase in his hand. There was a picture of a tall elf and a little girl on it, she had painted it herself.
"It's very good." He said. She smiled proudly.
"It's for you." She said.
"For me?" he gave her a small smile.
"Yup, and this song is for you too." She replied. She began to sing, her youthful voice carrying all of her love to him.
"You are my sunshine,
My only sunshine.
You make me happy,
When skies are grey.
You never know dear,
How much I love you,
Please don't take,
My sunshine away."
Arwen smiled as she finished singing. "Did you like it?" she asked him hopefully.
"Yes I did, very much, nîn iell." He opened her arms to Arwen and embraced her. He looked out his window as he did so, searching for Legolas. He had recognized the Sindarin melody as a lullaby.
Down below, in the courtyard beneath Elrond's study, Legolas paced. He hoped that he had done the right thing, teaching Arwen the song. He felt a pair of eyes on him. Looking up, he caught Elrond's grateful smile for him. Legolas put a hand over his heart and bowed his head to the elven lord, smiling back, glad to have paid such a service. His duty done, he went back to cheering up the twins.
"Thank you, Arwen," Elrond whispered into his daughter's ear. "You have no idea just how much I needed your sunshine today."
"Are you all happy now, Ada?" Arwen looked up at him with hope-filled eyes.
"Yes, I think I am." He smiled down at her.
"Good, because when you're sad, my heart is cracked, like my vase." She pointed a chubby finger to the vase that sat on his desk. Elrond hugged Arwen tighter.
"After today, nîn iell, I don't think that I will be sad any longer."
Finis
OVERALL SUMMARY: Three small vignettes (will be posted whenever RL allows me to write and post them) about Legolas and a song that holds a special place in his heart.
SUMMARY FOR CHAPTER 2: It's the anniversary of Celebrian's passing. Elrond is having a hard time trying to get through the day, and Arwen hates to see her father so pained, so she turns to Legolas for some help.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own anything of Tolkien's, and that includes the character of Runya, Legolas' mother. Although she is never named, Legolas does have a mother. Also, no one really knows what happened to her, so in this chapter, it's my take on her fate. I don't know who wrote, "You Are My Sunshine", but it's not my song, and credits goes to whoever wrote it. However, one elf, Lolindir Inglorion is mine...my precious! All right, am getting out of Gollum mode right now
A/N: In this chapter, Arwen is the elven equivalent to a six year old. I don't quite know when Celebrian left, so just for this vignette...please assume that she left early in Arwen's childhood.
Golden Light Chapter 2:
Sweet Surprises
By Tiger
Arwen ran through the path, her excited footsteps causing the birds and small animals to quickly move out of her way. Normally, she would have slowed down to make sure she wouldn't hurt them, but not this time, the six- year-old elf-child had more important matters on her mind. She paused for a quick breath and continued running, daintily holding up her skirt in one hand and clutching the oddly shaped vase in her other. As she approached her home, she slowed her pace, for her special friend, Legolas was standing at the door about to step down the steps. She always slowed down and acted like a grown up for Legolas because he treated her like one. Still, she couldn't resist a small squeak of joy and a wave to him.
"Mae govennen, Legolas!" she shouted. "What are you doing here?"
"Mae govennen, Arwen!" Legolas merrily laughed in return. "I'm here to visit your brothers. What is it that you have in your hand, mellon nin?"
Arwen held her vase up for Legolas to see. "It's a—"she began to reply, but she had been so focused on Legolas, that she didn't pay attention to where she was walking and tripped over a stone. She stumbled and fell. As she did, she tried to protect her vase with her arms. She heard the vase break as she hit the ground, sending up a cloud of dirt, and ripping her dress. Arwen looked down and saw that her vase had broken into five large pieces. She began to cry, not because she was in any pain, but because her precious vase broke. "Oh no!" she wailed, hot tears coming fast to her eyes.
Legolas ran as fast as he could to Arwen when she fell. He saw her crying, holding pieces of her vase. He bent down next to her, examining her, making sure that she had no serious injuries. "It's all right, mellon nin, you only have a few scrapes, do not cry." He picked up the tearful Arwen, vase pieces and all and began to carry her to the Healing Ward where she could get her cuts cleaned up.
"I-I-I don't hurt, Legolas!" she exclaimed through her tears. She rubbed her blurry eyes with the sleeve of her dress. She mournfully looked down at the pieces she cradled in her arms. Legolas followed her eyes. Understanding dawned on him. What a fool he had been.
"Is the vase for your Ada, Arwen?" he gently asked. She nodded and cast her eyes down. How could she give Ada her vase now? It was broken, she didn't know how to fix it. They arrived at the Healing Ward a few moments later. He poked his head around, making sure that Elrond wasn't present. He had some idea of the surprise that Arwen planned for her father. "It doesn't look like your Ada is here at the moment. Let's get you cleaned up, then we'll see about fixing up your vase. How does that sound?" He smiled at the way her eyes lit up in response to her suggestion. How lucky Elrond was to have such a daughter who cared so much about him. "Wait here," he said. He put Arwen on a bed and walked around the Healing Ward looking for Lolindir Inglorion, Elrond's tall nephew who was often left in charge of Rivendell's Healing Ward. Legolas searched high and low, and finally found him writing away at his desk. "Ah, good, Lin, you're here." Legolas said slightly out of breath.
"Legolas!" the elf smiled. "So, what have you done this time to land yourself in the Healing Ward?" Legolas laughed.
"I'll have you remember that the last time I was in here was because Elladan decided that it would be funny to push me rather unexpectedly onto a patch of ice!"
"True enough, true enough," the dark haired elf smiled. "What can I do for you this time?"
"Actually, I'm all right, for once," Legolas rolled his eyes at the smirk Lolindir gave him. "Arwen tripped and fell. She has a few cuts, I just want you to make sure that they're not going to be infected." Lolindir nodded and followed Legolas to Arwen. He washed her cuts and bandaged them and gave her strict orders to watch where she was walking, else she would be just like her brothers, stuck in the Healing Ward day in, day out. She made a face at Lolindir's back as he walked out of the room.
"Legolas, I'm cleaned up now, will you help me fix my vase?" She asked.
"Of course! Now, where shall we fix it? In your room, or out in the gardens?" He asked, his eyes twinkling. There really was no need to ask, he knew the answer already. Arwen tilted her head, as if she was thinking with a smile spread over her face.
"Out in the gardens!" She exclaimed, laughing.
"That's what I thought, let's go!" He held the pieces in one hand, and a jar of glue in the other. They raced each other (carefully) outside.
"I win!" Arwen proclaimed proudly. Legolas smiled. They sat down on a patch of grass, and together, they worked on putting the vase back together.
Elrond sat somberly by his study window, a book open in his lap, his head resting on his hand. He stayed there, watching the clouds pass by, wondering if they were the same clouds that his beloved Celebrian saw in Valinor. He dearly missed the golden head of curls that used to pop in and out of his study, making him smile and laugh at her youthfulness. He was brought out of thoughts by a knock on the wooden door.
"Come in," he said, still looking out the window. He saw his daughter's head poking through the door in the window's reflection. "Arwen," he said, turning around. "What is it?"
"Are you busy?" she asked.
"For you, never." He replied.
"Good." She strode in, and placed a small vase in his hand. There was a picture of a tall elf and a little girl on it, she had painted it herself.
"It's very good." He said. She smiled proudly.
"It's for you." She said.
"For me?" he gave her a small smile.
"Yup, and this song is for you too." She replied. She began to sing, her youthful voice carrying all of her love to him.
"You are my sunshine,
My only sunshine.
You make me happy,
When skies are grey.
You never know dear,
How much I love you,
Please don't take,
My sunshine away."
Arwen smiled as she finished singing. "Did you like it?" she asked him hopefully.
"Yes I did, very much, nîn iell." He opened her arms to Arwen and embraced her. He looked out his window as he did so, searching for Legolas. He had recognized the Sindarin melody as a lullaby.
Down below, in the courtyard beneath Elrond's study, Legolas paced. He hoped that he had done the right thing, teaching Arwen the song. He felt a pair of eyes on him. Looking up, he caught Elrond's grateful smile for him. Legolas put a hand over his heart and bowed his head to the elven lord, smiling back, glad to have paid such a service. His duty done, he went back to cheering up the twins.
"Thank you, Arwen," Elrond whispered into his daughter's ear. "You have no idea just how much I needed your sunshine today."
"Are you all happy now, Ada?" Arwen looked up at him with hope-filled eyes.
"Yes, I think I am." He smiled down at her.
"Good, because when you're sad, my heart is cracked, like my vase." She pointed a chubby finger to the vase that sat on his desk. Elrond hugged Arwen tighter.
"After today, nîn iell, I don't think that I will be sad any longer."
Finis