A/n:
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rama for being the best muses in the WORLD!!
Response to reviews:
Isilwen: whoa. Glad you like it. Btw, u give good reviews. Lol.
SilverKnight7: Thanks! Lol. um...well...I would tell you but... that would just be giving away the plot wouldn't it? Just wait a few chapters... maybe then you'll know what's going on in my retarded little mind then....MUAHAHA!
LisaMarie1: Thank you! Yea it is getting interesting.... its kinda funny because before I write I'm like.....hm.... whats gonna happen next? (I have a general idea of whats going to happen, but I dont have every single conversation and dream down).
ElvenRanger13: lol. well... you're probably crazy by now because of the HORRENDOUS wait I made you go through, but... hope this brings your sanity back!
Requiem Euphoria: lol. yea ur right! Love ya! Lol. thank ya for the review. Appreciate you betaing and everything, and for giving me soo many ideas and all. and no....I'm sorry but the sauron idea was just a BIT too much...lol.
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Girl in the Gardens
Chapter Three: Sophocles
***
Year 406 BC
Ancient Greece
***
"We should go to him, Legolas..." muttered Haldir, touching his hair to make sure it was covering his pointed ears. "He wouldn't know it was us..." The two elves almost blended into the bustling street of Ancient Greece. They were against the wall of a large clay building, where a large crowd was starting to gather. Legolas turned to Haldir sharply and glared at the slightly shorter elf.
"You know we cannot. It is against..." when he saw another man looking at the abnormally tall elves, he quickly switched to Elvish, making sure to speak quietly so no one would hear the ancient language. "It is against the Council of Elves..." he muttered. "We knew Sophocles when he was forty years of age... It has since been fifty years. We already risked too much by being his acquaintances for over fifteen years. If we came to him now, all would be lost. He would recognize us immediately."
The two elves stood in silence, listening to the crying of women as they said their final goodbyes to Sophocles, the great writer. Haldir looked off into the distance, a single tear falling form his cheek as he remembered Sophocles's booming laughter, and quick seriousness as he thought of a new idea for a play. The elf quickly turned to Legolas and spoke quietly in Elvish.
"He thought us to be Gods, Legolas. Gods... He never suspected anything different. That is the reason he gave himself after he noticed we never aged. If we came to him, he would simply see two old friends he suspected to be Gods, and his thirst for the truth would be quenched. He would die, finally knowing why we never aged... And knowing that we never really died." Legolas looked at the door to Sophocles's home, then back to the other elf.
There was pain in his eyes, Haldir saw. And....longing? Realization flooded over Haldir, and at that moment, he knew how to convince Legolas.
"Many have left before saying farewell to you, my friend... Your mother, Aragorn, Arwen..." Which each name, Haldir saw surprise and hurt in Legolas's eyes. Haldir, knowing that he might come off as too bold, decided to go a step further. "That girl... the one in Rivendell Elrohir told me of..." At that, a wave of anger and pain seemed to rush out of Legolas. One so big, that Haldir had to step back.
"You should not know of her..." he growled, facing Haldir. Haldir took another step back, and immediately regretted mentioning the young girl he had heard about from Elrohir. Legolas turned back around and looked once again at the door to Sophocles's home. "She is from the past... She has nothing to do with Sophocles." Haldir turned to Legolas and stared at the Elven Prince, baffled.
"You are right. She has nothing to do with him, but he would be yet another friend you never got to say goodbye to. Would you be able to live with that, Legolas?" When Legolas didn't reply, Haldir continued. "It has been so long since that maiden left your life, and yet, you sadden at the mere mention of her! Imagine living with that feeling again Legolas? Though... this time... it would be worse because you had the choice of saying goodbye to him."
There was a long pause as Legolas stepped closer to the crowd. Haldir held his breath, waiting to see if his friend would go further. Finally, the prince started to walk towards the door, and through the crowd, until he reached the entrance. Haldir released his breath and smiled, following his friend through the crowd. When he reached Legolas, the Elf had already knocked on the door a few times. It opened a crack so small, Haldir could hardly see the petite servant behind it.
"We are here to see the Lord Sophocles in his last moments," said Legolas gently in Greek, as the woman's eyes narrowed in suspicion.
"We are only allowing family members and friends..." she replied briskly, starting to shut the door. Before it could close completely, Haldir firmly placed his hand on it.
"Believe us, miss," he said calmly. "We would, very much be considered friends. We would just like to speak to an old friend in his last moments." The woman looked over the two elves again and continued to close the door. Haldir placed more force on the door, so that the woman had no choice but to acknowledge them again.
"And what, may I ask, would be your names?" she asked curtly, not really caring. Legolas and Haldir both smiled slowly, victorious.
"We are known as Asnonmi and Clutas," said Legolas. Haldir quickly looked over at the other elf, questioning why he would give the aliases they used over forty-five years ago. Before the woman could noticed the confused gaze, Haldir snapped his eyes back to her and smiled when he saw her astonished countenance.
"A-Asnonmi and Clutas?" she whispered. "Master Sophocles has been repeating your names in his delirium these past few days..." She looked over her shoulder quickly, then back at Legolas and Haldir, and at the mob of people behind them. "By Zeus if I don't get punished for this..." she murmured. She opened the door a bit more, enough for the Elves to fit in, and beckoned them inside. "You must be silent though," she whispered. "I am not aloud to let anyone in... Master Sophocles is resting..."
The Elves slipped in, and closed the door quickly, before the horde of people could come in behind them.
"Thank you miss," Haldir smiled, bowing slightly. "We promise not to take long." The woman pursed her thin lips and nodded quickly.
"Good," she replied simply. She turned around and started to walk down the large corridor, only turning to motion for Legolas and Haldir to follow. The elves quickly caught up to her, and walked until the hall ended with a large wooden door. "This is his quarters," she whispered. "Be hasteful, but do not make too much noise. I will return shortly." The servant then turned back and went down the hall.
Haldir faced Legolas, who was looking at the door, almost frightfully. "I am sorry, Legolas," the Lórien elf muttered. Legolas turned to Haldir sharply, confusion clouding his visage. "I never asked your forgiveness for bringing pain to you..." Legolas continued to hold Haldir's gaze, still confused. Haldir continued cautiously. "About... the girl. I mentioned her when you yourself did not speak of her to me."
Legolas's eyes once again filled with pain, but vanished almost as quickly as it came. "No worries mellon," Legolas sighed. "I should have known Elrohir would tell you of her eventually... Come now. Sophocles is waiting for--" Instead of finishing the sentence with "us", a large snore came out of the Prince. His mouth still moved normally, as if he were speaking, but instead of words, there were snores.
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Year 2004 of the Modern Age
Flight 86 from Lisbon, Portugal to Quebec, Canada
***
Haldir opened his eyes slowly, and took in his surroundings. Normally, elves didn't sleep, but would just dream with their eyes open, but since he was surrounded by humans, Haldir could not do so.
Haldir had the window seat, so, to his left, there was a large, obese man turned over on his side. Because of his position, Haldir could not see his face, only the back of his head. The man was sleeping, Haldir could tell from the his even breathing, and was also snoring every once in a while. Haldir shifted uncomfortably in his small seat. Usually, he would get first class, but since he got a ticket at the last minute, he had to live with Coach.
Just then, the Lórien elf remembered what he had thought about in the Paths of Dreams. Legolas. That had been the first and last time Haldir had mentioned the girl to Legolas. They had seen Sophocles - Haldir smiled at the thought of the old friend - and just like they suspected, he thought that they were indeed gods.
"Asnonmi... Clutas..." he had wheezed. "My old friends... I knew it... They told me I was...crazy... to be....lieve... you were...alive..." When they left, the friends went to Athens, and parted their ways, never traveling together again. Shortly after, the Council of Elves decided to become more discreet, a process that was already happening by itself, and Legolas left.
Haldir's thoughts were interrupted when the flight attendant's voice came over the intercom.
"Hello. Please make sure to fasten your seat belts, as we will be starting our descent into Quebec City Airport in approximately five minutes. Thank you for choosing Canada Airlines, and have a good day," she said, then Portuguese and French. Haldir buckled his seat belt and sat calmly, trying to figure out how the Council of Elrond would persuade Legolas to rejoin.
After a few minutes, one of the flight attendants came around making sure that everyone was fastened in. As she got to Haldir's seat, she tried to awaken the sleeping man next to him. He finally woke up groggily, and buckled his seat belt, so Haldir could see his face. *Where do I know him from?* he thought. Usually, Haldir would see complete strangers and swear that they were people from his past, but this man was different. No mental picture popped into his head when he saw the man, only the nagging feeling that he knew that face.
Before Haldir could start a conversation, the flight attendant once again made an announcement, advising that everyone put on their seat belts, because they were descending. The man started to look squeamish, so the elf decided not to bother him. That was a mistake on Haldir's part. The second the plane landed, the man bolted up, got his carry on luggage and left. Haldir tried to shake off the nagging feeling and succeeded quickly, but in the back of his mind, the obese man remained.
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Year 2989 of the Third Age
Halls of Rivendell
***
Legolas smiled when he passed maid in the Halls of Rivendell, but Uruviel, the elven-maid, knew not to take the smile personally. She could tell that Legolas's mind was somewhere else. And right she was; he hardly acknowledged anyone he was walking past. It was merely a few days since he encountered the girl in the gardens, and since then he had only seen her at dinners; she would never stay for merry-making.
"Lord Elrond," Legolas had approached the keeper of Rivendell the day before. "Would you happen to know where are the chambers of the woman the riders found? Or where I would be able to find her before dinner?" Elrond had given Legolas a questioning look before answering.
" I would, Prince Legolas, but... You do know she does not speak any languages of Arda?" Legolas had been a bit dismayed that Elrond was avoiding the question, but persisted.
"Yes, I would, m'Lord," he replied smoothly. "I approached her a few days ago. Usually, when a woman leaves my presence crying, I would follow to console her, but I was a bit shocked." At Elrond's confused glance, Legolas continued. "She seemed to... know who I was. She even said my name; she said it with a different pronunciation, but it was clearly my name."
Elrond nodded mutely, but then broke into a smile. "I suppose it would do the maiden good to have someone to speak to, even if they don't understand." Legolas had smiled widely, as the Lord of Imladris told Legolas where the maiden was most at.
Now, Legolas was walking the halls, following the directions Elrond had given him. After a few minutes, the Prince of Mirkwood stepped in front of the large oak doors to one of the libraries in Rivendell. He sighed quietly and started to open the door.
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A/n: MUAHAHA!! Cliffy. I'm really really really sorry that this took so long. I wrote the chapter, but it was really crappy and really bad and really short, so I deleted it all ... yea. Lol. but isnt this one a little longer then before? Yes I think it is. anyway, please review! Please please please please please!!! I'm trying really hard on this one. Lol. btw, read Requiem Euphoria's story "I Never Knew". Its really good. And thanks to Isilwen for betaing! Btw, read her stories too! They r sooo funny! lol.
Response to reviews:
Isilwen: whoa. Glad you like it. Btw, u give good reviews. Lol.
SilverKnight7: Thanks! Lol. um...well...I would tell you but... that would just be giving away the plot wouldn't it? Just wait a few chapters... maybe then you'll know what's going on in my retarded little mind then....MUAHAHA!
LisaMarie1: Thank you! Yea it is getting interesting.... its kinda funny because before I write I'm like.....hm.... whats gonna happen next? (I have a general idea of whats going to happen, but I dont have every single conversation and dream down).
ElvenRanger13: lol. well... you're probably crazy by now because of the HORRENDOUS wait I made you go through, but... hope this brings your sanity back!
Requiem Euphoria: lol. yea ur right! Love ya! Lol. thank ya for the review. Appreciate you betaing and everything, and for giving me soo many ideas and all. and no....I'm sorry but the sauron idea was just a BIT too much...lol.
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Girl in the Gardens
Chapter Three: Sophocles
***
Year 406 BC
Ancient Greece
***
"We should go to him, Legolas..." muttered Haldir, touching his hair to make sure it was covering his pointed ears. "He wouldn't know it was us..." The two elves almost blended into the bustling street of Ancient Greece. They were against the wall of a large clay building, where a large crowd was starting to gather. Legolas turned to Haldir sharply and glared at the slightly shorter elf.
"You know we cannot. It is against..." when he saw another man looking at the abnormally tall elves, he quickly switched to Elvish, making sure to speak quietly so no one would hear the ancient language. "It is against the Council of Elves..." he muttered. "We knew Sophocles when he was forty years of age... It has since been fifty years. We already risked too much by being his acquaintances for over fifteen years. If we came to him now, all would be lost. He would recognize us immediately."
The two elves stood in silence, listening to the crying of women as they said their final goodbyes to Sophocles, the great writer. Haldir looked off into the distance, a single tear falling form his cheek as he remembered Sophocles's booming laughter, and quick seriousness as he thought of a new idea for a play. The elf quickly turned to Legolas and spoke quietly in Elvish.
"He thought us to be Gods, Legolas. Gods... He never suspected anything different. That is the reason he gave himself after he noticed we never aged. If we came to him, he would simply see two old friends he suspected to be Gods, and his thirst for the truth would be quenched. He would die, finally knowing why we never aged... And knowing that we never really died." Legolas looked at the door to Sophocles's home, then back to the other elf.
There was pain in his eyes, Haldir saw. And....longing? Realization flooded over Haldir, and at that moment, he knew how to convince Legolas.
"Many have left before saying farewell to you, my friend... Your mother, Aragorn, Arwen..." Which each name, Haldir saw surprise and hurt in Legolas's eyes. Haldir, knowing that he might come off as too bold, decided to go a step further. "That girl... the one in Rivendell Elrohir told me of..." At that, a wave of anger and pain seemed to rush out of Legolas. One so big, that Haldir had to step back.
"You should not know of her..." he growled, facing Haldir. Haldir took another step back, and immediately regretted mentioning the young girl he had heard about from Elrohir. Legolas turned back around and looked once again at the door to Sophocles's home. "She is from the past... She has nothing to do with Sophocles." Haldir turned to Legolas and stared at the Elven Prince, baffled.
"You are right. She has nothing to do with him, but he would be yet another friend you never got to say goodbye to. Would you be able to live with that, Legolas?" When Legolas didn't reply, Haldir continued. "It has been so long since that maiden left your life, and yet, you sadden at the mere mention of her! Imagine living with that feeling again Legolas? Though... this time... it would be worse because you had the choice of saying goodbye to him."
There was a long pause as Legolas stepped closer to the crowd. Haldir held his breath, waiting to see if his friend would go further. Finally, the prince started to walk towards the door, and through the crowd, until he reached the entrance. Haldir released his breath and smiled, following his friend through the crowd. When he reached Legolas, the Elf had already knocked on the door a few times. It opened a crack so small, Haldir could hardly see the petite servant behind it.
"We are here to see the Lord Sophocles in his last moments," said Legolas gently in Greek, as the woman's eyes narrowed in suspicion.
"We are only allowing family members and friends..." she replied briskly, starting to shut the door. Before it could close completely, Haldir firmly placed his hand on it.
"Believe us, miss," he said calmly. "We would, very much be considered friends. We would just like to speak to an old friend in his last moments." The woman looked over the two elves again and continued to close the door. Haldir placed more force on the door, so that the woman had no choice but to acknowledge them again.
"And what, may I ask, would be your names?" she asked curtly, not really caring. Legolas and Haldir both smiled slowly, victorious.
"We are known as Asnonmi and Clutas," said Legolas. Haldir quickly looked over at the other elf, questioning why he would give the aliases they used over forty-five years ago. Before the woman could noticed the confused gaze, Haldir snapped his eyes back to her and smiled when he saw her astonished countenance.
"A-Asnonmi and Clutas?" she whispered. "Master Sophocles has been repeating your names in his delirium these past few days..." She looked over her shoulder quickly, then back at Legolas and Haldir, and at the mob of people behind them. "By Zeus if I don't get punished for this..." she murmured. She opened the door a bit more, enough for the Elves to fit in, and beckoned them inside. "You must be silent though," she whispered. "I am not aloud to let anyone in... Master Sophocles is resting..."
The Elves slipped in, and closed the door quickly, before the horde of people could come in behind them.
"Thank you miss," Haldir smiled, bowing slightly. "We promise not to take long." The woman pursed her thin lips and nodded quickly.
"Good," she replied simply. She turned around and started to walk down the large corridor, only turning to motion for Legolas and Haldir to follow. The elves quickly caught up to her, and walked until the hall ended with a large wooden door. "This is his quarters," she whispered. "Be hasteful, but do not make too much noise. I will return shortly." The servant then turned back and went down the hall.
Haldir faced Legolas, who was looking at the door, almost frightfully. "I am sorry, Legolas," the Lórien elf muttered. Legolas turned to Haldir sharply, confusion clouding his visage. "I never asked your forgiveness for bringing pain to you..." Legolas continued to hold Haldir's gaze, still confused. Haldir continued cautiously. "About... the girl. I mentioned her when you yourself did not speak of her to me."
Legolas's eyes once again filled with pain, but vanished almost as quickly as it came. "No worries mellon," Legolas sighed. "I should have known Elrohir would tell you of her eventually... Come now. Sophocles is waiting for--" Instead of finishing the sentence with "us", a large snore came out of the Prince. His mouth still moved normally, as if he were speaking, but instead of words, there were snores.
***
Year 2004 of the Modern Age
Flight 86 from Lisbon, Portugal to Quebec, Canada
***
Haldir opened his eyes slowly, and took in his surroundings. Normally, elves didn't sleep, but would just dream with their eyes open, but since he was surrounded by humans, Haldir could not do so.
Haldir had the window seat, so, to his left, there was a large, obese man turned over on his side. Because of his position, Haldir could not see his face, only the back of his head. The man was sleeping, Haldir could tell from the his even breathing, and was also snoring every once in a while. Haldir shifted uncomfortably in his small seat. Usually, he would get first class, but since he got a ticket at the last minute, he had to live with Coach.
Just then, the Lórien elf remembered what he had thought about in the Paths of Dreams. Legolas. That had been the first and last time Haldir had mentioned the girl to Legolas. They had seen Sophocles - Haldir smiled at the thought of the old friend - and just like they suspected, he thought that they were indeed gods.
"Asnonmi... Clutas..." he had wheezed. "My old friends... I knew it... They told me I was...crazy... to be....lieve... you were...alive..." When they left, the friends went to Athens, and parted their ways, never traveling together again. Shortly after, the Council of Elves decided to become more discreet, a process that was already happening by itself, and Legolas left.
Haldir's thoughts were interrupted when the flight attendant's voice came over the intercom.
"Hello. Please make sure to fasten your seat belts, as we will be starting our descent into Quebec City Airport in approximately five minutes. Thank you for choosing Canada Airlines, and have a good day," she said, then Portuguese and French. Haldir buckled his seat belt and sat calmly, trying to figure out how the Council of Elrond would persuade Legolas to rejoin.
After a few minutes, one of the flight attendants came around making sure that everyone was fastened in. As she got to Haldir's seat, she tried to awaken the sleeping man next to him. He finally woke up groggily, and buckled his seat belt, so Haldir could see his face. *Where do I know him from?* he thought. Usually, Haldir would see complete strangers and swear that they were people from his past, but this man was different. No mental picture popped into his head when he saw the man, only the nagging feeling that he knew that face.
Before Haldir could start a conversation, the flight attendant once again made an announcement, advising that everyone put on their seat belts, because they were descending. The man started to look squeamish, so the elf decided not to bother him. That was a mistake on Haldir's part. The second the plane landed, the man bolted up, got his carry on luggage and left. Haldir tried to shake off the nagging feeling and succeeded quickly, but in the back of his mind, the obese man remained.
***
Year 2989 of the Third Age
Halls of Rivendell
***
Legolas smiled when he passed maid in the Halls of Rivendell, but Uruviel, the elven-maid, knew not to take the smile personally. She could tell that Legolas's mind was somewhere else. And right she was; he hardly acknowledged anyone he was walking past. It was merely a few days since he encountered the girl in the gardens, and since then he had only seen her at dinners; she would never stay for merry-making.
"Lord Elrond," Legolas had approached the keeper of Rivendell the day before. "Would you happen to know where are the chambers of the woman the riders found? Or where I would be able to find her before dinner?" Elrond had given Legolas a questioning look before answering.
" I would, Prince Legolas, but... You do know she does not speak any languages of Arda?" Legolas had been a bit dismayed that Elrond was avoiding the question, but persisted.
"Yes, I would, m'Lord," he replied smoothly. "I approached her a few days ago. Usually, when a woman leaves my presence crying, I would follow to console her, but I was a bit shocked." At Elrond's confused glance, Legolas continued. "She seemed to... know who I was. She even said my name; she said it with a different pronunciation, but it was clearly my name."
Elrond nodded mutely, but then broke into a smile. "I suppose it would do the maiden good to have someone to speak to, even if they don't understand." Legolas had smiled widely, as the Lord of Imladris told Legolas where the maiden was most at.
Now, Legolas was walking the halls, following the directions Elrond had given him. After a few minutes, the Prince of Mirkwood stepped in front of the large oak doors to one of the libraries in Rivendell. He sighed quietly and started to open the door.
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A/n: MUAHAHA!! Cliffy. I'm really really really sorry that this took so long. I wrote the chapter, but it was really crappy and really bad and really short, so I deleted it all ... yea. Lol. but isnt this one a little longer then before? Yes I think it is. anyway, please review! Please please please please please!!! I'm trying really hard on this one. Lol. btw, read Requiem Euphoria's story "I Never Knew". Its really good. And thanks to Isilwen for betaing! Btw, read her stories too! They r sooo funny! lol.