A/N: Hey, "Flare" If you think Elwen is a "mary-sue" you are obviously not
familiar with Tolkien. Full-blooded Elves are supposed to be practically
perfect in every way. I avoided "mary-sue" accusations in my past stories
by making my characters half-elves so they would have the ability to trip
or do something incredibly stupid. And how can my story too like the movie
for you! It's more like the book, excuse me! And hey, "star maiden" may not
be that original but it seemed like a name that would have been used, okay?
So there!
Is anyone else agreeing with me? If you do please say so in your review!!
(okay, deep breath, I just had to get that out of my system. I hate flames,
especially thoughtless, poorly based one's like that! I have such a quick
Italian temper! :)
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Departing
Elwen stood by the banks of the Silverlode, with a beautifully crafted bow and full quiver cradled in her arms.
"You will present these gifts to Prince Legolas," Galadriel had said to her. //Despair not, maiden of the stars, you paths shall cross again.//
Elwen looked up at the Lady's face, and managed a small smile when she saw that Galadriel's gaze was warm with understanding. Then, the Lady of the Wood moved from her side to join her husband in greeting the Fellowship, who had just arrived.
Elwen was surprised to see the non-elves of the company dressed in Elvish cloaks. "High honor indeed!" she thought to herself. She scanned her honey- colored eyes over the group and took in a sharp breath when she met the penetrating gaze of Legolas.
//Come, Elwen, it is time to present the gifts// Galadriel silently beckoned. Elwen obeyed and slowly walked over to the Fellowship.
As Galadriel went down the line dispersing gifts Elwen felt the prince's gaze on her. She slid her hand over the smooth wooden surface of the bow, feeling her fingers come in contact with the gilded etchings that decorated it.
"Arrows of Lórien, protect the wielder," she said silently. Galadriel glanced at Elwen briefly and wore a small grin.
"'Are these magic cloaks?'" she heard Pippin ask another elf.
Elwen smiled to herself and shook her head. Her gaze slid to the ground as her thoughts wandered. She wasn't brought to attention until Galadriel put her white hand on her shoulder. Elwen looked up, and it seemed for a moment that she had forgotten how to breathe, as she beheld Legolas standing before of her.
Galadriel motioned for Elwen to give him the bow and quiver. She did so and as she was handing it to him, their hands brushed. Elwen wanted nothing more than to grab the Legolas hand and beg him not to go, but just let her hand fall to her side. As a blush rose to her cheeks, she fingered her gown in discomfort. She dared not look up at the prince.
"My gift to you, Legolas," said Galadriel, "is a bow of the Galadhrim, worthy of the skill of our woodland kin."
A smile crossed Elwen's face as she watched Legolas run his hand over the bow and pull the elf-hair string with an awestruck countenance.
Once Galadriel had moved on, Legolas strapped on his bow and quiver. Then, he looked up at Elwen and stepped towards her.
"Elleth o' Lórien---" he began, but she interrupted him. (elf-maid of
Lórien)
"---Legolas, edaved nín, again for my behavior last night."
"Why did you run away?" Legolas gently questioned, gently taking her by the shoulders.
"I-I looked into Galadriel's mirror before I met up with you that night."
"What did you see?"
"You were in a forest . . . surrounded by goblins ( or orcs). It was odd, though, there was sunlight streaming through the trees. The yrch were swarming over every shred of land about you . . . then, the vision ended. (orcs) In explanation for my actions . . . I was afraid to get close to you because I thought that you might not . . ." Elwen could not continue. A tear rolled down the elf-maid's cheek. Legolas reached out and gingerly cast it away. Suddenly, Elwen wrapped her arms around him, her cheek pressed against his strong shoulder. "Legolas . . ."
Her choked up voice touched him deeply as he held her close. Elwen then spoke to him in Quenya. "Tulta tuolya, an mauya mahtie mettanna!" (Summon forth your strength, for you must fight to the end)
Legolas had been forced to learn this dialect of Elvish when he was an Elfling, so he understood her words.
"You shall always be in my thoughts, Elwen o Lórien."
"And you in mine, Legolas Thranduilion. I Melain berio le, a ná gweth ú- athrado i ven am drevaded lín." (The Valar keep you, and may no shadow cross your path during your journey.)
"Hannon le," Legolas replied (I thank thee).
"Unad nuithatha i nîr e-guren nalú aderthad vín," Elwen said, tears beginning to wet her eyes. (Nothing will stop the weeping of my heart until our reunion)
Elwen saw Legolas start to lean toward her, and she could have sworn her heartbeat had become erratic it was going so fast. Legolas opened his mouth and was about to reply when:
"Legolas!" Aragorn yelled from the bank, "make haste!"
To Elwen's dismay, the Prince backed up sharply and put a hand over his heart in a farewell gesture.
"Namárië, miluiril." He said softly as he slowly backed away toward the boats. (Farewell, lovely one. Quenya/ Sindarin).
"Namárië . . ." Elwen replied in turn, while, at the same time, trying as best she could to restrain herself from acting on the impulse to run after him and throw her arms about his neck and kiss him.
As Elwen stood on the banks and watched the boats drift away. She sensed the Lady Galadriel standing beside her.
"Am I destined to fade, my lady?" Elwen asked quietly, still staring at the boats.
Galadriel closed her eyes for a moment. "The future of all rests in the hands of the Ring bearer. If he succeeds, you shall meet again, whether or not you are to be lovers, I cannot say. All I can tell you is this: if Frodo fails, none on Middle Earth shall survive the effects."
Elwen took a deep shuddering breath. "Gerich veleth nîn mettana, Legolas." she whispered. (You have my love to the end, Legolas). Elwen watched as the Fellowship grew smaller and smaller, until, finally, they disappeared around the bend where the Silverlode becomes the Anduin.
Departing
Elwen stood by the banks of the Silverlode, with a beautifully crafted bow and full quiver cradled in her arms.
"You will present these gifts to Prince Legolas," Galadriel had said to her. //Despair not, maiden of the stars, you paths shall cross again.//
Elwen looked up at the Lady's face, and managed a small smile when she saw that Galadriel's gaze was warm with understanding. Then, the Lady of the Wood moved from her side to join her husband in greeting the Fellowship, who had just arrived.
Elwen was surprised to see the non-elves of the company dressed in Elvish cloaks. "High honor indeed!" she thought to herself. She scanned her honey- colored eyes over the group and took in a sharp breath when she met the penetrating gaze of Legolas.
//Come, Elwen, it is time to present the gifts// Galadriel silently beckoned. Elwen obeyed and slowly walked over to the Fellowship.
As Galadriel went down the line dispersing gifts Elwen felt the prince's gaze on her. She slid her hand over the smooth wooden surface of the bow, feeling her fingers come in contact with the gilded etchings that decorated it.
"Arrows of Lórien, protect the wielder," she said silently. Galadriel glanced at Elwen briefly and wore a small grin.
"'Are these magic cloaks?'" she heard Pippin ask another elf.
Elwen smiled to herself and shook her head. Her gaze slid to the ground as her thoughts wandered. She wasn't brought to attention until Galadriel put her white hand on her shoulder. Elwen looked up, and it seemed for a moment that she had forgotten how to breathe, as she beheld Legolas standing before of her.
Galadriel motioned for Elwen to give him the bow and quiver. She did so and as she was handing it to him, their hands brushed. Elwen wanted nothing more than to grab the Legolas hand and beg him not to go, but just let her hand fall to her side. As a blush rose to her cheeks, she fingered her gown in discomfort. She dared not look up at the prince.
"My gift to you, Legolas," said Galadriel, "is a bow of the Galadhrim, worthy of the skill of our woodland kin."
A smile crossed Elwen's face as she watched Legolas run his hand over the bow and pull the elf-hair string with an awestruck countenance.
Once Galadriel had moved on, Legolas strapped on his bow and quiver. Then, he looked up at Elwen and stepped towards her.
"Elleth o' Lórien---" he began, but she interrupted him. (elf-maid of
Lórien)
"---Legolas, edaved nín, again for my behavior last night."
"Why did you run away?" Legolas gently questioned, gently taking her by the shoulders.
"I-I looked into Galadriel's mirror before I met up with you that night."
"What did you see?"
"You were in a forest . . . surrounded by goblins ( or orcs). It was odd, though, there was sunlight streaming through the trees. The yrch were swarming over every shred of land about you . . . then, the vision ended. (orcs) In explanation for my actions . . . I was afraid to get close to you because I thought that you might not . . ." Elwen could not continue. A tear rolled down the elf-maid's cheek. Legolas reached out and gingerly cast it away. Suddenly, Elwen wrapped her arms around him, her cheek pressed against his strong shoulder. "Legolas . . ."
Her choked up voice touched him deeply as he held her close. Elwen then spoke to him in Quenya. "Tulta tuolya, an mauya mahtie mettanna!" (Summon forth your strength, for you must fight to the end)
Legolas had been forced to learn this dialect of Elvish when he was an Elfling, so he understood her words.
"You shall always be in my thoughts, Elwen o Lórien."
"And you in mine, Legolas Thranduilion. I Melain berio le, a ná gweth ú- athrado i ven am drevaded lín." (The Valar keep you, and may no shadow cross your path during your journey.)
"Hannon le," Legolas replied (I thank thee).
"Unad nuithatha i nîr e-guren nalú aderthad vín," Elwen said, tears beginning to wet her eyes. (Nothing will stop the weeping of my heart until our reunion)
Elwen saw Legolas start to lean toward her, and she could have sworn her heartbeat had become erratic it was going so fast. Legolas opened his mouth and was about to reply when:
"Legolas!" Aragorn yelled from the bank, "make haste!"
To Elwen's dismay, the Prince backed up sharply and put a hand over his heart in a farewell gesture.
"Namárië, miluiril." He said softly as he slowly backed away toward the boats. (Farewell, lovely one. Quenya/ Sindarin).
"Namárië . . ." Elwen replied in turn, while, at the same time, trying as best she could to restrain herself from acting on the impulse to run after him and throw her arms about his neck and kiss him.
As Elwen stood on the banks and watched the boats drift away. She sensed the Lady Galadriel standing beside her.
"Am I destined to fade, my lady?" Elwen asked quietly, still staring at the boats.
Galadriel closed her eyes for a moment. "The future of all rests in the hands of the Ring bearer. If he succeeds, you shall meet again, whether or not you are to be lovers, I cannot say. All I can tell you is this: if Frodo fails, none on Middle Earth shall survive the effects."
Elwen took a deep shuddering breath. "Gerich veleth nîn mettana, Legolas." she whispered. (You have my love to the end, Legolas). Elwen watched as the Fellowship grew smaller and smaller, until, finally, they disappeared around the bend where the Silverlode becomes the Anduin.