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I don't know if Lothlorien has any official names for certain areas or
anything. So, I'm going to make stuff up, if I am wrong, please don't hurt
me! Just gently, GENTLY, correct me and I shall fix it. Also, I am mixing
book and movie, and specifically, I'm following the book when it comes to
how long the Fellowship stayed in Lothlórien, (they stay more than one
night in the book). Anyway, on with the show!
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Nallë Isil
As the two elves walked beneath the mellyrn, Legolas told Elwen of the Fellowship's journey thus far. She quietly listened, her expression solemn.
"He ordered us to flee, then his fingers slipped from the ledge and . . . he fell . . ."
Elwen stopped walking. Her brows were knit together. "How . . . I do not understand . . . he can't be gone . . . forever!"
"It is something that I too, cannot grasp."
Legolas saw Elwen's eyes begin to glisten with unshed tears. But, the elf- maid blinked and her eyes were dry once more.
"Come," said she, visibly heartening, "no more talk of sad things, I am supposed to show you Lothlorien, and show you I shall."
Elwen led Legolas along the small paths. She showed him the many clearings and glades. They talked idly as they walked under the trees of Lórien.
All to soon they found themselves back at the camp of the Fellowship. Legolas found that most of his friends had gone to sleep, with the exception of Boromir and Aragorn who had just finished a conversation when the two entered.
"Looks like Legolas has an admirer," Boromir commented when he saw the prince and the elf-maid. Aragorn glanced over and grinned, then proceeded to light the clay pipe that was between his lips.
"Losto mae,*" she said, then addressed him in Quenya and Sindarin when she curtsied, "Cundu* Legolas Thranduilîon*."
"Losto mae, hiril Elwen. Shall I see you tomorrow?"
"Ingon* . . ." she said mysteriously.
With that, the elf-maiden departed from the glade, leaving Legolas to the teasing of Aragorn and Gimli, who had woken up in time for their parting words. *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Legolas was away much among the Galadhrim, and after the first night he did not sleep with the other companions, though he returned to eat and talk with them. Often he took Gimli with him when he went abroad in the land, and the others wondered at this change."*
One night, though, Gimli was content to stay among the others and just relax. That left Legolas to wander alone. Elwen had shown Legolas the night before, when Gimli was present where her talan (flet) was. Perhaps Gimli declined to go with Legolas on purpose, for he had noticed a distant look in the elf's eyes, and a small smile had graced his face.
In his wanderings, Legolas suddenly found himself at the foot of the staircase leading up to Elwen's talan. He gracefully ascended the stairs and came to stand in front of the dwelling area of the flet. The curtains swayed to the gentle breeze that always wafted through Lórien. Legolas shifted his gaze to his surroundings.
Suddenly Elwen stepped out. She gasped in surprise. "Ai! Cunn* Legolas! I did not hear you approach."
"Many do not," Legolas said with a rather cheeky grin.
Elwen smiled, then said "Tolo*, I have one more place to show you."
"Really, hiril nîn?"
"Yes," she answered as they descended the staircase. "It is my favorite place in all of Lórien."
"Then I shall be pleased to see it," was Legolas' charming reply. *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
The two elves entered into a quiet dell. The light of the moon seemed to have interlaced itself with the water of the stream that ran through it.
"This is my favored spot among all the beautiful places in Lothlórien. The Lady even let me name it and sort of claim it as my own."
"What name did you give it?"
"'Nallë Isil,' or in Sindarin, 'Lant Ithil.'"
"'Glade of the Moon,'" Legolas murmured. "A name fitting for such a place," he then said as he gazed at his surroundings. The moonlight made the dew that rested on the leaves of Lórien sparkle like clear white crystal.
Elwen turned toward Legolas to find that his face had become solemn and troubled in appearence.
"Hîr nín? Is something the matter?" Elwen asked as she stepped closer to him in concern.
"No, nothing is the matter. I am well."
Elwen grinned knowingly. "It is folly to try and keep secrets in Lórien, and even more so is it foolish to lie."
Legolas turned his head and gazed keenly at the elf-maid.
"Come, come, your highness, what troubles you?"
Legolas looked into Elwen's light blue, near violet colored, eyes. Her gaze was so intense and bright that he had to look away. Legolas felt his resistance fade away. He sat down on the trunk of a tree that, in its growth, dipped low to the ground then rose again, forming a natural seat.
"My father . . ." he began, his voice faltering a bit, "dearly as I love him and my homeland, I almost dread returning."
"Why?"
"Because," he replied, "since my elder brother has married, the pressure of finding a wife now lies on my shoulders. It was a long time before my brother finally married. As a result of that delay, I reached marriageable age right after my brother was united. So, the post of bride-seeker automatically falls to me and will be enforced once I return home."
"And you are not ready?" Elwen provided.
Legolas turned to her. "That would have been my answer two days ago, but now. . . I do not know . . ."
"Why the change of mind?"
Legolas didn't answer, instead he shifted the conversation to Elwen by asking her a question.
"Elwen," he said, addressing her by her name for the first time, "Did your parents ever urge you into finding a husband?"
"Yes, once," she said, a little embarrassed.
"What happened?"
Elwen sighed as she sat down next to him. "His heart was already taken."
"I am sorry," Legolas said sympathetically.
"Do not be, I was not in love with him. But, he was so agreeable, that I thought I could learn to love him."
"Perhaps, the outcome was meant to be that way . . ." Legolas mused,
"Perhaps . . ."
"I have not met, in my home of Mirkwood, any elf-maid that interests me."
"Nor I of any elf-lord in Lórien and none have ever vied for my attention."
"Never?" Legolas asked, giving her an incredulous look.
"Never. My friend, Miluiel, who has recently been married, said that it was because I am too enamored with reading books, that possible suitors believe that they cannot compete with them."
Legolas laughed. Then gazed at her smooth hair, which was a light brown at the top and faded into a pale gold at the tips. He then noticed leaf had fallen onto her hair. Legolas gently lifted the leaf off, but in doing so his fingers brushed against her hair. He was swept with a great desire for his fingers to come in contact with her hair again.
"Hiril Elwen-"
Suddenly a noise was heard in the brush nearby. Gimli broke through the foliage with a "Ah, there ye are, master elf! The Fellowship is about to eat dinner, we were wondering if you are going to join us again tonight."
Legolas found himself wanting to say no and stay with Elwen in Nallë Isil, but he didn't want to reject the offer of friends such as them who desired his company at the meal.
"Of course, Gimli," Legolas said with a kind nod. Then, began to follow Gimli out of the clearing.
As they passed Lady Galadriel and Lord Celeborn's flet, Legolas and Gimli's paths were sundered from Elwen's.
"Wbere are you going?"
"To the talan of my lady, I always help prepare her and her lord's bedchambers at this hour."
"I understand. Good night, Elwen. Losto mae."
"Losto mae, Prince Legolas," and with a shy smile she parted from their company to the staircase of Galadriel and Celeborn's flet. *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* If ye like so far, send a review! PLEASE!!! :) *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
*Losto mae- Sleep well (Sindarin)
*Cundu- Prince (Quenya)
*Thranduilîon: Son of Thranduil (Sindarin)
*Ingon- Perhaps (I think it's Sindarin . . .)
*The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring, "Mirror of Galadriel", page 403.
*Cunn- Prince (Sindarin)
*Tolo- Come (Sindarin)
Nallë Isil
As the two elves walked beneath the mellyrn, Legolas told Elwen of the Fellowship's journey thus far. She quietly listened, her expression solemn.
"He ordered us to flee, then his fingers slipped from the ledge and . . . he fell . . ."
Elwen stopped walking. Her brows were knit together. "How . . . I do not understand . . . he can't be gone . . . forever!"
"It is something that I too, cannot grasp."
Legolas saw Elwen's eyes begin to glisten with unshed tears. But, the elf- maid blinked and her eyes were dry once more.
"Come," said she, visibly heartening, "no more talk of sad things, I am supposed to show you Lothlorien, and show you I shall."
Elwen led Legolas along the small paths. She showed him the many clearings and glades. They talked idly as they walked under the trees of Lórien.
All to soon they found themselves back at the camp of the Fellowship. Legolas found that most of his friends had gone to sleep, with the exception of Boromir and Aragorn who had just finished a conversation when the two entered.
"Looks like Legolas has an admirer," Boromir commented when he saw the prince and the elf-maid. Aragorn glanced over and grinned, then proceeded to light the clay pipe that was between his lips.
"Losto mae,*" she said, then addressed him in Quenya and Sindarin when she curtsied, "Cundu* Legolas Thranduilîon*."
"Losto mae, hiril Elwen. Shall I see you tomorrow?"
"Ingon* . . ." she said mysteriously.
With that, the elf-maiden departed from the glade, leaving Legolas to the teasing of Aragorn and Gimli, who had woken up in time for their parting words. *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Legolas was away much among the Galadhrim, and after the first night he did not sleep with the other companions, though he returned to eat and talk with them. Often he took Gimli with him when he went abroad in the land, and the others wondered at this change."*
One night, though, Gimli was content to stay among the others and just relax. That left Legolas to wander alone. Elwen had shown Legolas the night before, when Gimli was present where her talan (flet) was. Perhaps Gimli declined to go with Legolas on purpose, for he had noticed a distant look in the elf's eyes, and a small smile had graced his face.
In his wanderings, Legolas suddenly found himself at the foot of the staircase leading up to Elwen's talan. He gracefully ascended the stairs and came to stand in front of the dwelling area of the flet. The curtains swayed to the gentle breeze that always wafted through Lórien. Legolas shifted his gaze to his surroundings.
Suddenly Elwen stepped out. She gasped in surprise. "Ai! Cunn* Legolas! I did not hear you approach."
"Many do not," Legolas said with a rather cheeky grin.
Elwen smiled, then said "Tolo*, I have one more place to show you."
"Really, hiril nîn?"
"Yes," she answered as they descended the staircase. "It is my favorite place in all of Lórien."
"Then I shall be pleased to see it," was Legolas' charming reply. *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
The two elves entered into a quiet dell. The light of the moon seemed to have interlaced itself with the water of the stream that ran through it.
"This is my favored spot among all the beautiful places in Lothlórien. The Lady even let me name it and sort of claim it as my own."
"What name did you give it?"
"'Nallë Isil,' or in Sindarin, 'Lant Ithil.'"
"'Glade of the Moon,'" Legolas murmured. "A name fitting for such a place," he then said as he gazed at his surroundings. The moonlight made the dew that rested on the leaves of Lórien sparkle like clear white crystal.
Elwen turned toward Legolas to find that his face had become solemn and troubled in appearence.
"Hîr nín? Is something the matter?" Elwen asked as she stepped closer to him in concern.
"No, nothing is the matter. I am well."
Elwen grinned knowingly. "It is folly to try and keep secrets in Lórien, and even more so is it foolish to lie."
Legolas turned his head and gazed keenly at the elf-maid.
"Come, come, your highness, what troubles you?"
Legolas looked into Elwen's light blue, near violet colored, eyes. Her gaze was so intense and bright that he had to look away. Legolas felt his resistance fade away. He sat down on the trunk of a tree that, in its growth, dipped low to the ground then rose again, forming a natural seat.
"My father . . ." he began, his voice faltering a bit, "dearly as I love him and my homeland, I almost dread returning."
"Why?"
"Because," he replied, "since my elder brother has married, the pressure of finding a wife now lies on my shoulders. It was a long time before my brother finally married. As a result of that delay, I reached marriageable age right after my brother was united. So, the post of bride-seeker automatically falls to me and will be enforced once I return home."
"And you are not ready?" Elwen provided.
Legolas turned to her. "That would have been my answer two days ago, but now. . . I do not know . . ."
"Why the change of mind?"
Legolas didn't answer, instead he shifted the conversation to Elwen by asking her a question.
"Elwen," he said, addressing her by her name for the first time, "Did your parents ever urge you into finding a husband?"
"Yes, once," she said, a little embarrassed.
"What happened?"
Elwen sighed as she sat down next to him. "His heart was already taken."
"I am sorry," Legolas said sympathetically.
"Do not be, I was not in love with him. But, he was so agreeable, that I thought I could learn to love him."
"Perhaps, the outcome was meant to be that way . . ." Legolas mused,
"Perhaps . . ."
"I have not met, in my home of Mirkwood, any elf-maid that interests me."
"Nor I of any elf-lord in Lórien and none have ever vied for my attention."
"Never?" Legolas asked, giving her an incredulous look.
"Never. My friend, Miluiel, who has recently been married, said that it was because I am too enamored with reading books, that possible suitors believe that they cannot compete with them."
Legolas laughed. Then gazed at her smooth hair, which was a light brown at the top and faded into a pale gold at the tips. He then noticed leaf had fallen onto her hair. Legolas gently lifted the leaf off, but in doing so his fingers brushed against her hair. He was swept with a great desire for his fingers to come in contact with her hair again.
"Hiril Elwen-"
Suddenly a noise was heard in the brush nearby. Gimli broke through the foliage with a "Ah, there ye are, master elf! The Fellowship is about to eat dinner, we were wondering if you are going to join us again tonight."
Legolas found himself wanting to say no and stay with Elwen in Nallë Isil, but he didn't want to reject the offer of friends such as them who desired his company at the meal.
"Of course, Gimli," Legolas said with a kind nod. Then, began to follow Gimli out of the clearing.
As they passed Lady Galadriel and Lord Celeborn's flet, Legolas and Gimli's paths were sundered from Elwen's.
"Wbere are you going?"
"To the talan of my lady, I always help prepare her and her lord's bedchambers at this hour."
"I understand. Good night, Elwen. Losto mae."
"Losto mae, Prince Legolas," and with a shy smile she parted from their company to the staircase of Galadriel and Celeborn's flet. *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* If ye like so far, send a review! PLEASE!!! :) *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
*Losto mae- Sleep well (Sindarin)
*Cundu- Prince (Quenya)
*Thranduilîon: Son of Thranduil (Sindarin)
*Ingon- Perhaps (I think it's Sindarin . . .)
*The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring, "Mirror of Galadriel", page 403.
*Cunn- Prince (Sindarin)
*Tolo- Come (Sindarin)