Disclaimer: I do not own LotR or Orlando Bloom. However, I do own Sabriel
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By the time the time Legolas and Sabriel had returned, lunch was over and all the guests had retired to freshen up before the council meeting. Lord Elrond was watching the servants clear away all the foodstuffs.
Legolas dragged the litter up to Elrond and dropped it with little ceremony. The thump turned the elven lord around and he smiled at the couple standing before him.
"Ah, Legolas, it has been a long time since you have visited Rivendell. It is good to see you, my son." (note: that's just an endearment)
"Likewise, sir. I went for a walk after lunch and found Sabriel. She discovered a trespasser, it seems to be an assassinator." Legolas stepped to the side, revealing the litter and Lord Phony.
Elrond looked at the unconscious elf before turning to Sabriel. "Daughter, although I am glad you saved Legolas from possible harm, you spend too much time in the woods. I did not see you at lunch or talking with any of the guests. All the palace children have been asking for you."
Legolas glanced curiously at Sabriel, who flushed slightly at the gentle admonition. Lord Elrond turned his gaze to include Legolas now. "Not to worry, my children. I will take care of this perpetrator. My men and I will get to the bottom of this and keep you informed. You may go now."
Legolas and Sabriel both slightly bowed for respect before walking through the meadow to the palace grounds. The silence was not so comfortable now as Legolas strolled with his hands clasped behind his back, glancing curiously at Sabriel every now and then. She, on the other hand, looked straight ahead, striding forward with confidence and a slightly boyish style.
As the silence continued Legolas turned his attention to her garb. Sabriel had changed out of the morning dress into leggings and a dark green tunic. Her dagger was tucked at her belt and a bow and quiver were slung over her shoulders. A curious little pouch was dangling from her belt. It bulged with its contents, and Legolas' heightened senses detected the smell of luckwood, a special herb for easing arthritis and rheumatism.
"So, if you don't mind my asking, what were you doing during lunch that requires such attire?" Legolas finally asked.
"I do mind your asking," Sabriel answered shortly. After a little while, however, she relented and said, "I was visiting the midwife in the local village. She is getting on in her years and her arthritis pains her. Arwen collects luckwood for her and has me deliver it once a week." Legolas nodded at this simple and practical explanation.
"Why were the palace children looking for you?"
"Oh, well," here Sabriel flushed slightly, giving her cheeks a tinge of pink. Legolas thought she looked adorable, and hid his smile. "My father bought a stallion last week - he was being badly treated by his owner. I work with the horse once a day, and the children like to watch. Also, I have a barn, of sorts, filled with injured animals. The children help me feed them and they enjoy playing with the tamer ones."
Legolas could just imagine Sabriel in a barn filled with animals, and he chuckled at the visual the thought created. "Still have that bond with animals, I see. I remember when you were little and all you did every day was sit in the forest. We spied on you one day, and saw you talking with all the deer and squirrels that flocked to your side. It was quite a sight!"
The conversation went on as Legolas and Sabriel recounted the "old times." All too soon, they arrived at the palace courtyard. The head elf of the kitchens spotted Sabriel and rushed out to require her assistance with dinner. Legolas laughed as the flustered, rotund little man tried to explain the problems going on with elaborate hand gestures. Sabriel glared at Legolas while trying to soothe the panicked man, which only made Legolas laugh harder. He apologized and headed for his room, wiping away tears of mirth. Sabriel followed the man into the kitchens, where the problems with running a household kept her busy for the rest of the afternoon.
Sabriel had changed back into her morning gown and was talking with the head of laundry when the footman came to find her. The heat of the room was stifling. Rivulets of sweat ran down Sabriel's face, dampening her dress as she brushed irritably at a loose wisp of hair. She was in the middle of a discussion over what to do with a sheet that had been accidentally stained pink.
"The council meeting is about to take place, my lady. Lord Elrond sent me to remind you." Sabriel nodded to the footman before excusing herself from the maid.
"We can deal with this later. Just put the sheet off to the side," she addressed to the lady, who nodded and turned away.
"Hurry, my lady, the guests are impatient to be started," the footman reminded her. Sabriel nodded and then rushed down the halls, skirt clutched in her hands the second time that day.
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By the time the time Legolas and Sabriel had returned, lunch was over and all the guests had retired to freshen up before the council meeting. Lord Elrond was watching the servants clear away all the foodstuffs.
Legolas dragged the litter up to Elrond and dropped it with little ceremony. The thump turned the elven lord around and he smiled at the couple standing before him.
"Ah, Legolas, it has been a long time since you have visited Rivendell. It is good to see you, my son." (note: that's just an endearment)
"Likewise, sir. I went for a walk after lunch and found Sabriel. She discovered a trespasser, it seems to be an assassinator." Legolas stepped to the side, revealing the litter and Lord Phony.
Elrond looked at the unconscious elf before turning to Sabriel. "Daughter, although I am glad you saved Legolas from possible harm, you spend too much time in the woods. I did not see you at lunch or talking with any of the guests. All the palace children have been asking for you."
Legolas glanced curiously at Sabriel, who flushed slightly at the gentle admonition. Lord Elrond turned his gaze to include Legolas now. "Not to worry, my children. I will take care of this perpetrator. My men and I will get to the bottom of this and keep you informed. You may go now."
Legolas and Sabriel both slightly bowed for respect before walking through the meadow to the palace grounds. The silence was not so comfortable now as Legolas strolled with his hands clasped behind his back, glancing curiously at Sabriel every now and then. She, on the other hand, looked straight ahead, striding forward with confidence and a slightly boyish style.
As the silence continued Legolas turned his attention to her garb. Sabriel had changed out of the morning dress into leggings and a dark green tunic. Her dagger was tucked at her belt and a bow and quiver were slung over her shoulders. A curious little pouch was dangling from her belt. It bulged with its contents, and Legolas' heightened senses detected the smell of luckwood, a special herb for easing arthritis and rheumatism.
"So, if you don't mind my asking, what were you doing during lunch that requires such attire?" Legolas finally asked.
"I do mind your asking," Sabriel answered shortly. After a little while, however, she relented and said, "I was visiting the midwife in the local village. She is getting on in her years and her arthritis pains her. Arwen collects luckwood for her and has me deliver it once a week." Legolas nodded at this simple and practical explanation.
"Why were the palace children looking for you?"
"Oh, well," here Sabriel flushed slightly, giving her cheeks a tinge of pink. Legolas thought she looked adorable, and hid his smile. "My father bought a stallion last week - he was being badly treated by his owner. I work with the horse once a day, and the children like to watch. Also, I have a barn, of sorts, filled with injured animals. The children help me feed them and they enjoy playing with the tamer ones."
Legolas could just imagine Sabriel in a barn filled with animals, and he chuckled at the visual the thought created. "Still have that bond with animals, I see. I remember when you were little and all you did every day was sit in the forest. We spied on you one day, and saw you talking with all the deer and squirrels that flocked to your side. It was quite a sight!"
The conversation went on as Legolas and Sabriel recounted the "old times." All too soon, they arrived at the palace courtyard. The head elf of the kitchens spotted Sabriel and rushed out to require her assistance with dinner. Legolas laughed as the flustered, rotund little man tried to explain the problems going on with elaborate hand gestures. Sabriel glared at Legolas while trying to soothe the panicked man, which only made Legolas laugh harder. He apologized and headed for his room, wiping away tears of mirth. Sabriel followed the man into the kitchens, where the problems with running a household kept her busy for the rest of the afternoon.
Sabriel had changed back into her morning gown and was talking with the head of laundry when the footman came to find her. The heat of the room was stifling. Rivulets of sweat ran down Sabriel's face, dampening her dress as she brushed irritably at a loose wisp of hair. She was in the middle of a discussion over what to do with a sheet that had been accidentally stained pink.
"The council meeting is about to take place, my lady. Lord Elrond sent me to remind you." Sabriel nodded to the footman before excusing herself from the maid.
"We can deal with this later. Just put the sheet off to the side," she addressed to the lady, who nodded and turned away.
"Hurry, my lady, the guests are impatient to be started," the footman reminded her. Sabriel nodded and then rushed down the halls, skirt clutched in her hands the second time that day.
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