Hello again! Thanks for the reviews. Sorry if this is a Mary-Sue, I had
hoped that it wouldn't turn out that way. I just figured hey, she's a
scribe, I'm sort of a scribe, maybe that should be my username: LadyScribe!
Honestly, it was never my intention to have a self-insertion occupation
thing. Again, I apologize if that irritates and/or offends anyone.
Disclaimer: Alas, I do not own a single darn thing, though I am convinced that I have Fatty Bolger imprisoned in my closet for the time being. (I really do hope it is the real Fatty. It would be just my luck to capture some random hobbit or perhaps a neighborhood child.) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Legolas sat quietly in his chamber, mulling over the events of the previous day. Legolas had known Elráwien for a long time, but he had never really known her. A nod in her direction or a quick smile had been their only contact before...this, whatever it was.
I am fond of Elráwien. Legolas thought, sighing. But do I love her? Perhaps I mistake friendship and sympathy for love. Legolas frowned suddenly, and his brows furrowed. He did believe that he felt something special towards this maiden. Elves in their eternal lives had but one mate; could it be he had found his? Legolas didn't know. He had loved before, but never had he felt so unsure of his emotions as he did now. Legolas refused to admit it to himself, but he was hesitant to confess his feelings about Elráwien out of fear. What if she rejected him? Would he die of sorrow, like so many others had?
Coming to a decision, Legolas stood abruptly. How foolish I have been to question what my heart tells me! Legolas chided himself. He did care for Elráwien on some level; there was no mistaking it. Perhaps their relationship would grow into love over time, and perhaps it would not. There is no need to rush these delicate affairs. I cannot possibly love someone I have only just begun to explore. Legolas thought to himself firmly, ignoring the small voice in the back of his mind that sang "love, love, love" over and over again.
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Legolas squinted up at the sun, which had just begun its daily cycle of rising into the sky. Many hours were left before the glowing orb would disappear into the west and surrender the skies to its pale sister.
Legolas glanced around him, looking for Elráwien. Hénduil the sword- smith had told him she would be here, wandering among the trees. Where was she? Finally, he spotted her. Elráwien's back was turned to him; she lingered by the very tree they had occupied the other day. She appeared to be looking for something, and tilted her head up to search the branches above her. Legolas simply watched her for a moment, the corners of his mouth turning up. Suddenly he shook his head, and laughed to himself. He could deny them all he wished to, but just looking upon this maiden released a flood of emotions: amusement, contentment, wonder...and love.
Elráwien had heard his soft laughter and quickly whirled around to face the Elf standing a several paces away. She froze just as quickly, and looked for a moment very much like a deer caught in the firing range of an armed hunter. Legolas felt fear suddenly grip his heart like an icy hand. Why did she stand there looking at him with her eyes wide, balancing on her feet as if she was ready to bolt?
Legolas, never averting his gaze from hers, slowly extended his hand, palm up, towards her. Her gaze flickered from his eyes to his outstretched hand, then back to his eyes.
In what seemed to be a blur of movement, Elráwien closed the space between Legolas and herself and flung herself into his arms. Elráwien wrapped her arms around Legolas' neck and pressed her face against his chest, the top of her head just brushing against his chin. Legolas wrapped an arm around her waist and stroked her hair. He closed his eyes for a moment and savored how warm and soft she felt. After a few moments, Elráwien loosened her grip on Legolas and stepped enough so she could look at his face.
"I was looking for you. I wasn't quite sure..." Elráwien said tentatively, lifting her eyes to the sky, as if what she wished to say was written in the clouds. Clearing her throat, she tried again.
"I didn't quite know what to think of what...what happened yesterday," Elráwien finished, the statement coming out more like a question than anything else. She looked at him with pleading eyes, begging him to say something. Legolas noted that there was a considerable amount of fear in them as well, though Elráwien tried to conceal it.
"Why did you not know what to think, my love?" Legolas said, smiling gently.
"Well, I suppose I-" Elráwien stopped abruptly, his words sinking in. She glanced at him, not quite sure if she had heard what she hoped she had. Legolas' smile broadened, and Elráwien's eyes widened.
"Could-could you say that again-that last part, again?" She asked disbelievingly, her voice barely above a whisper.
"My love," Legolas said again, and Elráwien's eyes filled with tears. In one fluid motion, they were in each other's arms again. Legolas kissed Elráwien everywhere he could reach: her lips, forehead, and her eyelids. Elráwien cried in her profound joy, and kissed Legolas back with equal intensity. Legolas held her to himself in a fierce embrace, his face buried in her hair as he repeated "my love, my beloved." Neither had known happiness of this kind before, and it overwhelmed them.
That night they slept in each other's arms in a chaste but loving embrace.
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I know that this was kind of short, but I enjoyed it anyway, and hope you did too. In case you were wondering, Legolas and Elráwien did not sleep together. I hope I didn't write that in a confusing manner... I have to go now; my muse has just finished proofreading and is out cold. I really should revive her. Until nest time! Thanks!
Disclaimer: Alas, I do not own a single darn thing, though I am convinced that I have Fatty Bolger imprisoned in my closet for the time being. (I really do hope it is the real Fatty. It would be just my luck to capture some random hobbit or perhaps a neighborhood child.) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Legolas sat quietly in his chamber, mulling over the events of the previous day. Legolas had known Elráwien for a long time, but he had never really known her. A nod in her direction or a quick smile had been their only contact before...this, whatever it was.
I am fond of Elráwien. Legolas thought, sighing. But do I love her? Perhaps I mistake friendship and sympathy for love. Legolas frowned suddenly, and his brows furrowed. He did believe that he felt something special towards this maiden. Elves in their eternal lives had but one mate; could it be he had found his? Legolas didn't know. He had loved before, but never had he felt so unsure of his emotions as he did now. Legolas refused to admit it to himself, but he was hesitant to confess his feelings about Elráwien out of fear. What if she rejected him? Would he die of sorrow, like so many others had?
Coming to a decision, Legolas stood abruptly. How foolish I have been to question what my heart tells me! Legolas chided himself. He did care for Elráwien on some level; there was no mistaking it. Perhaps their relationship would grow into love over time, and perhaps it would not. There is no need to rush these delicate affairs. I cannot possibly love someone I have only just begun to explore. Legolas thought to himself firmly, ignoring the small voice in the back of his mind that sang "love, love, love" over and over again.
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Legolas squinted up at the sun, which had just begun its daily cycle of rising into the sky. Many hours were left before the glowing orb would disappear into the west and surrender the skies to its pale sister.
Legolas glanced around him, looking for Elráwien. Hénduil the sword- smith had told him she would be here, wandering among the trees. Where was she? Finally, he spotted her. Elráwien's back was turned to him; she lingered by the very tree they had occupied the other day. She appeared to be looking for something, and tilted her head up to search the branches above her. Legolas simply watched her for a moment, the corners of his mouth turning up. Suddenly he shook his head, and laughed to himself. He could deny them all he wished to, but just looking upon this maiden released a flood of emotions: amusement, contentment, wonder...and love.
Elráwien had heard his soft laughter and quickly whirled around to face the Elf standing a several paces away. She froze just as quickly, and looked for a moment very much like a deer caught in the firing range of an armed hunter. Legolas felt fear suddenly grip his heart like an icy hand. Why did she stand there looking at him with her eyes wide, balancing on her feet as if she was ready to bolt?
Legolas, never averting his gaze from hers, slowly extended his hand, palm up, towards her. Her gaze flickered from his eyes to his outstretched hand, then back to his eyes.
In what seemed to be a blur of movement, Elráwien closed the space between Legolas and herself and flung herself into his arms. Elráwien wrapped her arms around Legolas' neck and pressed her face against his chest, the top of her head just brushing against his chin. Legolas wrapped an arm around her waist and stroked her hair. He closed his eyes for a moment and savored how warm and soft she felt. After a few moments, Elráwien loosened her grip on Legolas and stepped enough so she could look at his face.
"I was looking for you. I wasn't quite sure..." Elráwien said tentatively, lifting her eyes to the sky, as if what she wished to say was written in the clouds. Clearing her throat, she tried again.
"I didn't quite know what to think of what...what happened yesterday," Elráwien finished, the statement coming out more like a question than anything else. She looked at him with pleading eyes, begging him to say something. Legolas noted that there was a considerable amount of fear in them as well, though Elráwien tried to conceal it.
"Why did you not know what to think, my love?" Legolas said, smiling gently.
"Well, I suppose I-" Elráwien stopped abruptly, his words sinking in. She glanced at him, not quite sure if she had heard what she hoped she had. Legolas' smile broadened, and Elráwien's eyes widened.
"Could-could you say that again-that last part, again?" She asked disbelievingly, her voice barely above a whisper.
"My love," Legolas said again, and Elráwien's eyes filled with tears. In one fluid motion, they were in each other's arms again. Legolas kissed Elráwien everywhere he could reach: her lips, forehead, and her eyelids. Elráwien cried in her profound joy, and kissed Legolas back with equal intensity. Legolas held her to himself in a fierce embrace, his face buried in her hair as he repeated "my love, my beloved." Neither had known happiness of this kind before, and it overwhelmed them.
That night they slept in each other's arms in a chaste but loving embrace.
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I know that this was kind of short, but I enjoyed it anyway, and hope you did too. In case you were wondering, Legolas and Elráwien did not sleep together. I hope I didn't write that in a confusing manner... I have to go now; my muse has just finished proofreading and is out cold. I really should revive her. Until nest time! Thanks!