A/N: Sorry I took so long getting this up. Finals Exams are coming, so . .
. you know . . . STRESS! STRESS! STRESS!!!! *whew* Okay, also sorry if the
hobbit fic is slow updating too, I only work when inspired, but I don't
know where to take it . . . and after only one chapter! Oh, dear!
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Awakening
Before Elwen's eyes stood a grand hall made entirely of a silver-white marble. Light singing was heard coming out of it. It looked bright and inviting. Elwen took a step toward the threshold, when suddenly an elf, or what resembled an elf, though she was not quite sure for his presence felt greater than one of the Elder. His hair was brilliantly white, his robes were a deep, dark blue and were billowing behind him.
"My child, what are you doing here?" The presumed elf asked.
"I do not know . . . If I knew where here was, my lord, I would tell you."
"You stand upon the threshold of the Halls of Mandos."
"You must be the Mandos of the Valar!"
The Vala nodded.
"I am dead?"
"No. That is why I asked what you were doing here, you of the First Born."
"A new comer?" Asked a new voice behind Mandos.
"Not exactly," answered the Vala. An elf, and Elwen was sure this time, appeared beside Mandos.
"King Ereinion Gil-Galad!" Elwen exclaimed, recognizing the elf she had seen when visiting Imladris with Lady Galadriel and Celebrían, the Lady's daughter.
Elwen made a deep curtsy. As she came up a familiar voice, behind the High King, piped up.
"What is going on?"
"Hothron Haldir?"
"Elwen, what are you doing here?"
"I am not sure . . ."
"She *almost* died," Mandos supplied.
"Ah . . ." Haldir absently nodded his head.
"Enough of this idle chatter," the Valar suddenly exclaimed, "Return to Passim." (Middle-Earth)
White fog invaded Elwen's sight and she felt herself being pulled backwards, farther and farther away from the Aman of the Vala.
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Elwen blinked as she opened her eyes to sunlight streaming through the window above her bed. How long had she been unconscious? Slowly she turned her head, which had been facing the wall, towards the door. Elwen gasped when she found her nose not inches away from another's. She forced her eyes to focus and found that it was Legolas!
He lay beside her with his arms protectively around her. He was looking at her, or really, his eyes were just open. It took Elwen a moment to realize that he was asleep.
The elf-maiden coaxed her arm out from under the cover of the blanket and Legolas's hold to run a finger along the Prince's forehead.
Legolas was awakened by the sense of her shifting under his arms and the light stroking sensation above his eyebrows. His grey-blue eyes became focused as he gazed at the elf-maiden, the elleth before him.
"Elwen . . ." she heard him softly whisper. Then, Legolas's gaze shifted to his position and with red cheeks, he quickly released his hold and got up from the bed.
Elwen immediately felt the loss of his presence and wished that he would again hold her in his arms.
"Edaved nín, I wished to keep you warm,"
"There is no need to forgive, I understand."
Silence overtook the room.
Legolas stood there feeling very awkward, as did Elwen who was now sitting up in bed.
Finally, the elf took a deep breath and plunged in the lake of chance.
"Elwen."
"Yes?"
"I-I wish to say something to you and this time, will you promise not to run away?"
Elwen felt her heart speed up and she held the thick bed-spread in a tight grasp.
"I do not believe you heard it, but I told you while you were unconscious."
Elwen saw Legolas's Adam's apple go up and down as he nervously gulped.
"I love you."
There. He said it. Now what?
Elwen sat there staring at him, her mouth slightly open.
"I-I love you, too," Elwen's dry throat croaked out the words. Before anything else could be said, Legolas ran to Elwen, swept her up into his arms, and spun her around.
"Legolas! You silly elfling," Elwen laughed, "put me down!"
The Prince of Mirkwood did as he was bid and gently set her feet onto the wooden floor.
Elwen looked up at him with a loving grin and slid her arms around his neck. Then, gently pulled his head down, Legolas eagerly acquiesced and their lips met in a splendid kiss.
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Send a review, please! And if you have any suggestions on what I should do with Elwen now, please give them. I don't know where to put her . . . does she stay in Helms Deep? Or what?
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Awakening
Before Elwen's eyes stood a grand hall made entirely of a silver-white marble. Light singing was heard coming out of it. It looked bright and inviting. Elwen took a step toward the threshold, when suddenly an elf, or what resembled an elf, though she was not quite sure for his presence felt greater than one of the Elder. His hair was brilliantly white, his robes were a deep, dark blue and were billowing behind him.
"My child, what are you doing here?" The presumed elf asked.
"I do not know . . . If I knew where here was, my lord, I would tell you."
"You stand upon the threshold of the Halls of Mandos."
"You must be the Mandos of the Valar!"
The Vala nodded.
"I am dead?"
"No. That is why I asked what you were doing here, you of the First Born."
"A new comer?" Asked a new voice behind Mandos.
"Not exactly," answered the Vala. An elf, and Elwen was sure this time, appeared beside Mandos.
"King Ereinion Gil-Galad!" Elwen exclaimed, recognizing the elf she had seen when visiting Imladris with Lady Galadriel and Celebrían, the Lady's daughter.
Elwen made a deep curtsy. As she came up a familiar voice, behind the High King, piped up.
"What is going on?"
"Hothron Haldir?"
"Elwen, what are you doing here?"
"I am not sure . . ."
"She *almost* died," Mandos supplied.
"Ah . . ." Haldir absently nodded his head.
"Enough of this idle chatter," the Valar suddenly exclaimed, "Return to Passim." (Middle-Earth)
White fog invaded Elwen's sight and she felt herself being pulled backwards, farther and farther away from the Aman of the Vala.
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Elwen blinked as she opened her eyes to sunlight streaming through the window above her bed. How long had she been unconscious? Slowly she turned her head, which had been facing the wall, towards the door. Elwen gasped when she found her nose not inches away from another's. She forced her eyes to focus and found that it was Legolas!
He lay beside her with his arms protectively around her. He was looking at her, or really, his eyes were just open. It took Elwen a moment to realize that he was asleep.
The elf-maiden coaxed her arm out from under the cover of the blanket and Legolas's hold to run a finger along the Prince's forehead.
Legolas was awakened by the sense of her shifting under his arms and the light stroking sensation above his eyebrows. His grey-blue eyes became focused as he gazed at the elf-maiden, the elleth before him.
"Elwen . . ." she heard him softly whisper. Then, Legolas's gaze shifted to his position and with red cheeks, he quickly released his hold and got up from the bed.
Elwen immediately felt the loss of his presence and wished that he would again hold her in his arms.
"Edaved nín, I wished to keep you warm,"
"There is no need to forgive, I understand."
Silence overtook the room.
Legolas stood there feeling very awkward, as did Elwen who was now sitting up in bed.
Finally, the elf took a deep breath and plunged in the lake of chance.
"Elwen."
"Yes?"
"I-I wish to say something to you and this time, will you promise not to run away?"
Elwen felt her heart speed up and she held the thick bed-spread in a tight grasp.
"I do not believe you heard it, but I told you while you were unconscious."
Elwen saw Legolas's Adam's apple go up and down as he nervously gulped.
"I love you."
There. He said it. Now what?
Elwen sat there staring at him, her mouth slightly open.
"I-I love you, too," Elwen's dry throat croaked out the words. Before anything else could be said, Legolas ran to Elwen, swept her up into his arms, and spun her around.
"Legolas! You silly elfling," Elwen laughed, "put me down!"
The Prince of Mirkwood did as he was bid and gently set her feet onto the wooden floor.
Elwen looked up at him with a loving grin and slid her arms around his neck. Then, gently pulled his head down, Legolas eagerly acquiesced and their lips met in a splendid kiss.
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Send a review, please! And if you have any suggestions on what I should do with Elwen now, please give them. I don't know where to put her . . . does she stay in Helms Deep? Or what?