Hi everybody! I'm sorry I haven't updated; this past week I had
midterms, and the week before I got the flu. Not very attractive
stuff, I'll tell you that. Anyway, I don't think I ever thanked you
reviewers properly, so here it is: Thank You! I appreciate you more
than I can say. Thanks again, and enjoy!
Disclaimer: Sadly, none of this is mine.
Some time later, when the celebrations had ended and things were fairly quiet, I returned to the library. I had not ventured there in nearly a week, and felt a strange sort of guilt settle over me as I entered. I silently scolded myself as I reverently looked around, but I couldn't help it. I felt as if it was my duty to watch over the books and records. It was still fairly early, and many of the large tapers placed on the walls had not yet been lit. The lack of light made the room take on a pale blue color; not an eerie one, just a shadow that settled over sleeping things in the night. Quickly I lit the candles, and the library regained its cheerful, cozy atmosphere. There, I thought. Now it is home again.
Around midday, I began dusting the numerous, grandly carved shelves and their contents to occupy myself. Without noticing, I began to hum a tune that had worked its way into my head. Remembering the words that accompanied the melody, I began to sing:
"Snow-white! Snow-white! O Lady clear!
O Queen beyond the Western Seas!
O Light to us that wander here
Amid the world of woven trees!
Gilthoniel! O Elbereth!
Clear are thy eyes and bright thy breath!
Snow-white! Snow-white! We sing to thee
In a far land beyond the Sea."
I sang, twirling my duster. Suddenly, a voice joined mine and sang with me:
"O stars that in the Sunless Year
With shining hand by her were sown,
In the windy fields now bright and clear
We see your silver blossom blown!
O Elbereth! Gilthoniel!
We still remember, we who dwell
In this far land beneath the trees,
Thy starlight on the Western Seas.
"Wonderful!" said Legolas, laughing. I reddened slightly and smiled. Of course. Who else would it possibly be? It just had to be him.
"How is it you always seem to catch me at my, er, finest moments, my lord?" I asked.
"That shall ever remain a mystery, my lady," Legolas said, cocking his head to the side and smiling. I smiled back, toying with the feather duster in my grasp.
"What brings you to the library?" I asked.
"Is it odd that I am simply wandering about my home?" Legolas replied, "Must all maidens be this inquisitive?"
"Oh! No, I was just-I simply meant-" I said horrified at my own stupidity.
Legolas laughed jovially, and said, "No matter! Think nothing of it, I quite understand! I simply enjoy the way in which you react-turning a bright, lovely shade of red." He brushed the back of his hand against my cheek, causing me to blush harder.
"Perhaps a saying my father would often recited to me as a young Elf would help: 'Think ere you speak; for words once flown are feathers in the wind,"' Legolas said, laughing.
I smiled, and said, "Wise words, I should remember them."
Legolas smiled his charming smile and nodded. It was only then that I noticed a long white bandage on his arm, extending from his wrist and ending halfway to his elbow.
"You're hurt," I exclaimed, alarmed. I stepped forward and took his arm, examining it.
"I am well, you need not be alarmed," Legolas said, "It seems that there is a nest of spiders we have missed. They have been lurking unbeknownst to us in the forest. Fear not!" he added, noticing the expression on my face. "We have subdued them, and we think there to be no more. If, by chance, there are, they are no match for our warriors," Legolas said with a hint of pride, gesturing widely with his arms.
"And your arm?" I asked.
"Nothing really, just a gash along my inner arm. It is not deep, so do not worry," Legolas said, lightly placing his uninjured hand on my shoulder. I nodded, feeling reassured. But as I lowered my gaze back down to his injured arm, I let out a cry.
"Prince, your arm! It is bleeding," I exclaimed.
"Is it? Oh, it is nothing; the wound must have reopened slightly, not to worry. Look, it seems to have stopped," Legolas said reassuringly.
But I barely heard him. When I noticed the red staining his bandages, I had clasped his arm in my hands, trying to stop the bleeding. I had succeeded, but now blood stained my hands, and I stared at them, remembering. An image of a pair of hands filled my mind, ones from long ago. Hands dripping, dripping with another's blood. My hands. Covered with the blood of-
"Elráwien?" the prince's voice cut off my thoughts. I looked up from my hands to see Legolas eyeing me strangely.
"I'm fine," I said. I swallowed and took a deep breath, shaking my head.
"If you are certain." Legolas said, trailing off doubtfully.
"Yes, I am fine, but it is you we should be concerned about! Come, let us go to the healers and get you mended," I said, leading Legolas out of the library, leaving behind troublesome thoughts for the time being.
What did you think? I quite liked the way this turned out, I hope you do too. I didn't make up the song by the way, Tolkien did. Its in Fellowship of the Ring, the chapter entitled "Three is Company." Read and Review, please?
midterms, and the week before I got the flu. Not very attractive
stuff, I'll tell you that. Anyway, I don't think I ever thanked you
reviewers properly, so here it is: Thank You! I appreciate you more
than I can say. Thanks again, and enjoy!
Disclaimer: Sadly, none of this is mine.
Some time later, when the celebrations had ended and things were fairly quiet, I returned to the library. I had not ventured there in nearly a week, and felt a strange sort of guilt settle over me as I entered. I silently scolded myself as I reverently looked around, but I couldn't help it. I felt as if it was my duty to watch over the books and records. It was still fairly early, and many of the large tapers placed on the walls had not yet been lit. The lack of light made the room take on a pale blue color; not an eerie one, just a shadow that settled over sleeping things in the night. Quickly I lit the candles, and the library regained its cheerful, cozy atmosphere. There, I thought. Now it is home again.
Around midday, I began dusting the numerous, grandly carved shelves and their contents to occupy myself. Without noticing, I began to hum a tune that had worked its way into my head. Remembering the words that accompanied the melody, I began to sing:
"Snow-white! Snow-white! O Lady clear!
O Queen beyond the Western Seas!
O Light to us that wander here
Amid the world of woven trees!
Gilthoniel! O Elbereth!
Clear are thy eyes and bright thy breath!
Snow-white! Snow-white! We sing to thee
In a far land beyond the Sea."
I sang, twirling my duster. Suddenly, a voice joined mine and sang with me:
"O stars that in the Sunless Year
With shining hand by her were sown,
In the windy fields now bright and clear
We see your silver blossom blown!
O Elbereth! Gilthoniel!
We still remember, we who dwell
In this far land beneath the trees,
Thy starlight on the Western Seas.
"Wonderful!" said Legolas, laughing. I reddened slightly and smiled. Of course. Who else would it possibly be? It just had to be him.
"How is it you always seem to catch me at my, er, finest moments, my lord?" I asked.
"That shall ever remain a mystery, my lady," Legolas said, cocking his head to the side and smiling. I smiled back, toying with the feather duster in my grasp.
"What brings you to the library?" I asked.
"Is it odd that I am simply wandering about my home?" Legolas replied, "Must all maidens be this inquisitive?"
"Oh! No, I was just-I simply meant-" I said horrified at my own stupidity.
Legolas laughed jovially, and said, "No matter! Think nothing of it, I quite understand! I simply enjoy the way in which you react-turning a bright, lovely shade of red." He brushed the back of his hand against my cheek, causing me to blush harder.
"Perhaps a saying my father would often recited to me as a young Elf would help: 'Think ere you speak; for words once flown are feathers in the wind,"' Legolas said, laughing.
I smiled, and said, "Wise words, I should remember them."
Legolas smiled his charming smile and nodded. It was only then that I noticed a long white bandage on his arm, extending from his wrist and ending halfway to his elbow.
"You're hurt," I exclaimed, alarmed. I stepped forward and took his arm, examining it.
"I am well, you need not be alarmed," Legolas said, "It seems that there is a nest of spiders we have missed. They have been lurking unbeknownst to us in the forest. Fear not!" he added, noticing the expression on my face. "We have subdued them, and we think there to be no more. If, by chance, there are, they are no match for our warriors," Legolas said with a hint of pride, gesturing widely with his arms.
"And your arm?" I asked.
"Nothing really, just a gash along my inner arm. It is not deep, so do not worry," Legolas said, lightly placing his uninjured hand on my shoulder. I nodded, feeling reassured. But as I lowered my gaze back down to his injured arm, I let out a cry.
"Prince, your arm! It is bleeding," I exclaimed.
"Is it? Oh, it is nothing; the wound must have reopened slightly, not to worry. Look, it seems to have stopped," Legolas said reassuringly.
But I barely heard him. When I noticed the red staining his bandages, I had clasped his arm in my hands, trying to stop the bleeding. I had succeeded, but now blood stained my hands, and I stared at them, remembering. An image of a pair of hands filled my mind, ones from long ago. Hands dripping, dripping with another's blood. My hands. Covered with the blood of-
"Elráwien?" the prince's voice cut off my thoughts. I looked up from my hands to see Legolas eyeing me strangely.
"I'm fine," I said. I swallowed and took a deep breath, shaking my head.
"If you are certain." Legolas said, trailing off doubtfully.
"Yes, I am fine, but it is you we should be concerned about! Come, let us go to the healers and get you mended," I said, leading Legolas out of the library, leaving behind troublesome thoughts for the time being.
What did you think? I quite liked the way this turned out, I hope you do too. I didn't make up the song by the way, Tolkien did. Its in Fellowship of the Ring, the chapter entitled "Three is Company." Read and Review, please?