A/N: Sorry about the short chapter last time, I'll try to make this one
extra long. Since I posted it in the three minutes we had between church
and my mom's side of the family doming for Easter, I didn't have time to
put in the thank you's. But have no fear! They will be appearing in this
chapter. Anyhoo... You're all probably mad at me for last chapter, so I won't
keep you waiting.
The next morning dawned bright and clear. Legolas spent most of the morning outside at the archery field, shooting at targets he could barely see. He poured all his anger, all his frustration, all his worry, into each arrow and just... let it go. It was a trick his mother had taught him long ago, before she died. No one bothered him- people could always tell when he wanted to be left alone.
Around noon, Legolas walked back to the castle, his bow slung over his shoulder. After putting it away and eating a sandwich for lunch, he went to find his sister, ehich wasn't that hard because Artariel was always in her room.
Artariel sat on a chair beside the window, though the windows were shut and the blinds were closed. Legolas sighed sadly and sat on the edge of her bed.
"I... ah... um... I need help with something."
Artariel raised her eyebrows and continued staring at the window. That was all the acknowledgement Legolas got. "I have a... a friend." He started, preferring not to let his sister know that he had finally fallen in love- and not with the girl he was destined to marry. "He's got this... other friend that's a girl that he's known for... a very long time. He has some feelings for this friend... and he doesn't know how to deal with them. What should he do?"
"Tell her you love her, Legolas." Artariel said, in a quiet but extremely annoyed tone of voice.
This response caught Legolas a bit off guard, though he responded quickly enough. "Oh, right. What am I supposed to say? 'I love you, Maqueden'? I'll sound like an idiot!"
"You won't sound like an idiot! She'll love it!" Artariel exclaimed, turning in her chair. "How else do you think I got... I got him to marry me?"
"I... uh..." Legolas muttered. "Right. Apart from telling her how I feel, what else can I do?"
"Nothing." Artariel sighed. "Now, if you would be so kind as to leave, I would be very happy."
Legolas sighed. "Fine." He turned and walked slowly away from his sister, and headed off for the archery fields again. Maybe shooting at something more... alive would kill some of his stress.
(A/N: No, he does not kill anything alive. Maybe I should get his tutor out there... Hmmm...)
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Maqueden jogged up the front steps, avoiding being seen by any of the palace staff, who she knew would immediately alert Legolas to her presence. Talking to Legolas was something she didn't really want to do right now, since she came to avoid him. She slipped inside the huge front doors and walked quickly down the main hall until she came to Novancaion's room. She knocked softly on the door and entered when she heard him answer, "come in."
Novancaion was sitting on his bed, cradling his sleeping infant son. When he looked up, his expression changed from one of annoyance to one of surprise. "Maqueden!" He exclaimed, looking around for Legolas. "Where's Legolas?" He paused, as though thinking. "He hasn't gone off and done something stupid and gotten himself hurt, has he?"
"Oh, no... He actually doesn't even know I'm here..." Maqueden admitted with a sheepish grin, sitting down on the corner of Novancaion's bed. "I came to get advice. From someone... more experienced than I."
"More experienced in what?" Novancaion asked, walking to his son's cradle and laying the infant in it. "I'm not a troublemaker, you know."
"Well... um... see, it's like..." With an exasperated sigh, she launched into a detailed explanation. "I've liked Legolas for a bazillion years and I want to tell him but I don't want to worry him what with Elenna and Kyriana and the upcoming wedding and I don't know if I should tell him or not so I came to you for advice and please don't tell him that I like him, okay?"
"Whoah." Novancaion shook his head. "Ok, first question. How long have you liked Legolas?"
"For over a thousand years."
"And you never told him."
"Nope."
"Right. Moving on... What would you be worrying him with?"
"The fact that my existence is because of him and if he knows that I like him and he doesn't feel the same way I'll die of a broken heart. Then there's the fact that Elenna is dying because of Astoldominien, the fact that Kyriana recently escaped from her abusive father, the fact that there is an upcoming marriage to Kyriana that he isn't looking forward to, and the fact that he's probably really confused right about now."
"So tell him how you feel."
"What if he doesn't feel the same?"
"Ah, well. Life goes on."
Maqueden sighed. "I want to listen... but I'm so afraid of asking him, and even more afraid that he won't feel the same way."
"Then you'll keep worrying about it until you die because you never asked him."
"I... Fine." Maqueden muttered. Looking around the room, she noticed the absence of Allyiah. "Where's Allyiah?" She asked, standing and heading for the door.
"She's with her sister in Gondor."
"Oh." Maqueden paused. "Thanks for your advice." She left the room, her boots making a soft pat, pat on the floor. With nowhere else to go, she headed to the archery fields. The trees always gave her a sense of peace and comfort, and it was peace and comfort she needed right now. And peace and comfort was not something she was going to get from Legolas.
She walked the well-worn path to the fields, her head in the clouds, and didn't come out of her daze until she felt herself collided with something big and solid. She was sent sprawling to the ground with an "oof!" and the object she ran into laughed.
She opened her eyes to see Legolas standing over her. Grinning, he offered her his hand and she took it, savoring the feeling of their hands touching... She pulled herself out of her daze and mumbled, "sorry," with a sheepish grin on her face.
Legolas laughed, albeit nervously. "It's fine." He paused. Did he really want to continue? Did he really want to know if Maqueden felt the same way about him? Yes, he did. "Can I talk to you for a minute?" There, it was done. It was irreversible. There was no possible way he could get himself out of asking her now. Was there?
"Sure." Maqueden looked up at him, worry on her face. "Is it Kyriana? What's wrong?"
"Nothing's wrong. I just need to... erm... ask you something."
Maqueden gave him an I-don't-think-you're-telling-the-truth look but followed him as he walked up the stairs. He opened the door and set his bow gently inside, then turned right back around and walked out the door. Once he was outside he sat down on the front steps. Maqueden sat beside him, thinking how strange he was behaving. In all their many thousands of years of being friends, she could remember once when they had sat outside and talked, and that was because Legolas dared her to sit outside in the middle of winter dressed in summer clothing and wait for three hours while she had wet hair. Legolas had followed (also with wet hair) and when the two went back inside they both had the worse colds in the history of Mirkwood.
"So? You were going to ask me something?" Maqueden asked, leaning back and bracing herself with her hands.
"I... Wow, look at the stars!" Legolas said, stalling for time.
"Legolas... you're stalling."
"So?"
"Oh, come on. Am I really that hard to talk to? What were you going to ask me?"
"I... uh... Is that Kyriana?" He asked suddenly, turning his attention to an invisible figure Maqueden assumed was sitting beside the lake.
"Legolas... Just ask me and get it over with."
"No!"
"Stop being stubborn."
"No!"
"Oh, for Valar's sake... What were you going to ask me? And you'd better do it before I leave."
Her warning caught him off guard. "I... well... this." Summoning up all his courage, he leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss on Maqueden's lips.
His kiss caught her off guard. Taken by surprise, Maqueden closed her eyes and leaned into the kiss before she realized what she was doing. It wasn't the fact that Legolas was kissing her that bothered her- that she could deal with. It was the fact that she enjoyed it that bothered her. He was supposed to love Kyriana... not her! She was supposed to keep this a secret! Why did everything have to go wrong now? Her eyes flew open and she hurriedly stood. Not even bothering with an explanation, she ran.
Legolas watched as she ran, not daring to believe what he was seeing and plumb surprised at what he had just done. He didn't try to stop her as she fled- what could he expect? He had just KISSED her!!!!! "Of all the STUPID, STRANGE things I could have done, I picked that one." He thought glumly to himself. Sighing, he stood and walked inside to find his brother. Novancaion needed a break from his son, who hadn't slept a wink since his mother left. Besides, the chances that Legolas was going to sleep were slim to none.
He trudged inside and flopped down on Novancaion's bed.
"Hello to you too, elfling." Novancaion said, taking advantage of the rare silence. "What's up?" Noticing Legolas's dismal attitude, he added, "Or down?"
"I just kissed Maqueden." Legolas mumbled.
"What? I couldn't hear you."
"I just kissed Maqueden." Legolas said, a bit louder.
"WHAT?!" Novancaion yelled, covering his mouth. It did no good- the words were out. It seconds his son was awake and crying.
"I was trying to tell her I liked her. I don't know what came over me... I just leaned in and kissed her. And then she ran."
"Well, of course she ran. You probably scared her." Novancaion picked his son up out of the cradle and held him, trying to stop his crying.
"I just..." Legolas sighed. "What do I do?"
"I don't know." Novancaion said truthfully, rocking his son. "Artariel tells me you went to her for advice?"
"I... Yes, I did. Why?"
Novancaion laughed. "No reason." He paused. "You know, I always thought that you and Maqueden would make the cutest couple. Of course, you're less than a year from being married... It might not be the best idea to tell her how you feel right now..."
"After I kissed her? I think it would be good to give her an explanation!" Legolas cried, taking his nephew and cradling him. "Why didn't Allyiah take you with her?"
"Who? Me, or Aaron?"
"Both."
"She's visiting her newly wed sister in Gondor." Novancaion sighed. "Well, you don't look like you're going to sleep a wink tonight. Mind keeping him for me?"
"Why not?" Legolas sighed. He walked to the door, keeping a firm grasp on the squirming Aaron. "When should I... When should I talk to her?"
"Tomorrow, if at all possible." Novancaion blew out the candle and left the room in darkness. Legolas walked to his own room. As he opened the door Aaron stopped crying and instead stared confusedly at his own reflection in the window. Legolas grinned and sat down on his bed, wincing as Aaron grabbed a handful of his long, golden hair and gave it a sharp tug. Prying the infant's hands away from his hair, Legolas interested him in a game of peek-a-boo until the early hours of dawn, when the two finally fell asleep.
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(A/N: Now we're going back to Maqueden's POV, right after Legolas kissed her. Just so's you know.)
As Maqueden fled blindly through the woods, her mind tried to process her thoughts. The one clear thing that was etched into her mind was the fact that LEGOLAS HAD JUST KISSED HER. Her, of all people! And now she was worrying him because she had run... When she decided she was far enough away from the castle to think, she slumped against a tree and sat in silence, trying to clear her head of everything but a sense of peace.
Peace, however, would not come. Peace was long gone. Instead there was confusion, chaos, turmoil, and confused, chaotic turmoil. With a groan, she thought of Elenna and how she must feel- wanting something that was just out of her grasp. Or in her case, already gone.
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Maqueden had no idea how long she spent in the woods. She dimly remembered walking home to meet a confused Elenna and collapsing on the couch, then telling everything to her sister.
"He... he was stalling for time. And I kept pressing him to tell me. But he was afraid, or worried, or confused, or maybe all three. Anyway, he just... leaned in and kissed me. It wouldn't have bothered me half as much if I hadn't found myself enjoying it... But I did, and it scared me, so I ran."
"And it took you that long to get home?"
"Well... no, I stopped for a while to try and think..."
"Right. Does he know you like him?"
"I should think not, after I ran away from him today..."
"TELL HIM!!!" Elenna cried. He likes you- isn't it obvious?!?!?! Everyone but Thranduil and Legolas can tell that you like him! So TELL HIM, for crying out loud!"
"I can't... I'm afraid..."
"Of what?"
"I... Fear. I'm afraid for you and him. Elenna, you're dying! And he's worried about you on top of the fact that he's worried about his marriage to Kyriana, which is in less than 9 months. Then he's worried about me, because I ran away from him today. And I bet he's worried about Kyriana and the fact that she barely survived being beaten by her father. Need I say more?"
Elenna grinned. "You need to start thinking of yourself more. Take care of yourself. Then take care of them."
"And what is that supposed to mean?"
"If you like him, let him know. I highly doubt that he can say he doesn't like you after the fact that he kissed you. Or I could ask him for you."
"Thanks... no. I'll do it myself. Tomorrow. I need sleep now." Maqueden walked silently for her room,
AN: Well, that's it for this chapter... It's a lot longer, 6 pages size 10 font. I'm going to need elvish translations for some stuff soon, so holler if you want to help. Sorry for the wait, I needed some time to clear my head and my editor has a high school crisis, so we're a little buried under all the stuff we have to do. From now until school starts next year, I may or may not post regularly, but I WILL NOT ABANDON THIS STORY! Oh, by the way, I've finally got it all planned out and it's going to be around 23 chapters with an epilogue. Well, that's all for now, I'm gonna go post soon...
THANK YOU'S!!!!!!!!
Lgstarbaby07- thank you!
Dust In The Wind- thank you
Merenwen/Shili-Dwelf of Lorien- yeah, he does have a lot on his plate... But wait! It gets better! Well... for the readerm anyway... not for any of the characters...
I-Love-Legolas- thanks!
Skatergirl- Thank you!
Crazy-llama- Interesting name... Llamas rule! Anyhoo... There is now something resembling a plot!
Cherryfaerie- Welllllllll... Elenna won't die, but I ain't telling whether they find Astoldominien (That name is murder to type...) or not...
THANK YOU'S FOR CH. 7
Skatergirl- thanks!
Merenwen/Shili-Dwelf of Lorien- Yup. There is a lot of love there, but it's not... the other kind. Ya know, I kinda pity Kyriana after what's about to happen to her...
I-Love-Legolas- I promise to update more often!!!
Cherry-faerie- TEXAS RULES!!!!! Of course, I can't say, being an Alabamian... One of my best buds is from Texas... And I pity you... I eat at noon...
Arien Kaleniel- I will try to update ASAP!!!
THANK YOU ALL FOR REVIEWING!!! Your reviews are what keeps me going!
Lilyana Turner
The next morning dawned bright and clear. Legolas spent most of the morning outside at the archery field, shooting at targets he could barely see. He poured all his anger, all his frustration, all his worry, into each arrow and just... let it go. It was a trick his mother had taught him long ago, before she died. No one bothered him- people could always tell when he wanted to be left alone.
Around noon, Legolas walked back to the castle, his bow slung over his shoulder. After putting it away and eating a sandwich for lunch, he went to find his sister, ehich wasn't that hard because Artariel was always in her room.
Artariel sat on a chair beside the window, though the windows were shut and the blinds were closed. Legolas sighed sadly and sat on the edge of her bed.
"I... ah... um... I need help with something."
Artariel raised her eyebrows and continued staring at the window. That was all the acknowledgement Legolas got. "I have a... a friend." He started, preferring not to let his sister know that he had finally fallen in love- and not with the girl he was destined to marry. "He's got this... other friend that's a girl that he's known for... a very long time. He has some feelings for this friend... and he doesn't know how to deal with them. What should he do?"
"Tell her you love her, Legolas." Artariel said, in a quiet but extremely annoyed tone of voice.
This response caught Legolas a bit off guard, though he responded quickly enough. "Oh, right. What am I supposed to say? 'I love you, Maqueden'? I'll sound like an idiot!"
"You won't sound like an idiot! She'll love it!" Artariel exclaimed, turning in her chair. "How else do you think I got... I got him to marry me?"
"I... uh..." Legolas muttered. "Right. Apart from telling her how I feel, what else can I do?"
"Nothing." Artariel sighed. "Now, if you would be so kind as to leave, I would be very happy."
Legolas sighed. "Fine." He turned and walked slowly away from his sister, and headed off for the archery fields again. Maybe shooting at something more... alive would kill some of his stress.
(A/N: No, he does not kill anything alive. Maybe I should get his tutor out there... Hmmm...)
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Maqueden jogged up the front steps, avoiding being seen by any of the palace staff, who she knew would immediately alert Legolas to her presence. Talking to Legolas was something she didn't really want to do right now, since she came to avoid him. She slipped inside the huge front doors and walked quickly down the main hall until she came to Novancaion's room. She knocked softly on the door and entered when she heard him answer, "come in."
Novancaion was sitting on his bed, cradling his sleeping infant son. When he looked up, his expression changed from one of annoyance to one of surprise. "Maqueden!" He exclaimed, looking around for Legolas. "Where's Legolas?" He paused, as though thinking. "He hasn't gone off and done something stupid and gotten himself hurt, has he?"
"Oh, no... He actually doesn't even know I'm here..." Maqueden admitted with a sheepish grin, sitting down on the corner of Novancaion's bed. "I came to get advice. From someone... more experienced than I."
"More experienced in what?" Novancaion asked, walking to his son's cradle and laying the infant in it. "I'm not a troublemaker, you know."
"Well... um... see, it's like..." With an exasperated sigh, she launched into a detailed explanation. "I've liked Legolas for a bazillion years and I want to tell him but I don't want to worry him what with Elenna and Kyriana and the upcoming wedding and I don't know if I should tell him or not so I came to you for advice and please don't tell him that I like him, okay?"
"Whoah." Novancaion shook his head. "Ok, first question. How long have you liked Legolas?"
"For over a thousand years."
"And you never told him."
"Nope."
"Right. Moving on... What would you be worrying him with?"
"The fact that my existence is because of him and if he knows that I like him and he doesn't feel the same way I'll die of a broken heart. Then there's the fact that Elenna is dying because of Astoldominien, the fact that Kyriana recently escaped from her abusive father, the fact that there is an upcoming marriage to Kyriana that he isn't looking forward to, and the fact that he's probably really confused right about now."
"So tell him how you feel."
"What if he doesn't feel the same?"
"Ah, well. Life goes on."
Maqueden sighed. "I want to listen... but I'm so afraid of asking him, and even more afraid that he won't feel the same way."
"Then you'll keep worrying about it until you die because you never asked him."
"I... Fine." Maqueden muttered. Looking around the room, she noticed the absence of Allyiah. "Where's Allyiah?" She asked, standing and heading for the door.
"She's with her sister in Gondor."
"Oh." Maqueden paused. "Thanks for your advice." She left the room, her boots making a soft pat, pat on the floor. With nowhere else to go, she headed to the archery fields. The trees always gave her a sense of peace and comfort, and it was peace and comfort she needed right now. And peace and comfort was not something she was going to get from Legolas.
She walked the well-worn path to the fields, her head in the clouds, and didn't come out of her daze until she felt herself collided with something big and solid. She was sent sprawling to the ground with an "oof!" and the object she ran into laughed.
She opened her eyes to see Legolas standing over her. Grinning, he offered her his hand and she took it, savoring the feeling of their hands touching... She pulled herself out of her daze and mumbled, "sorry," with a sheepish grin on her face.
Legolas laughed, albeit nervously. "It's fine." He paused. Did he really want to continue? Did he really want to know if Maqueden felt the same way about him? Yes, he did. "Can I talk to you for a minute?" There, it was done. It was irreversible. There was no possible way he could get himself out of asking her now. Was there?
"Sure." Maqueden looked up at him, worry on her face. "Is it Kyriana? What's wrong?"
"Nothing's wrong. I just need to... erm... ask you something."
Maqueden gave him an I-don't-think-you're-telling-the-truth look but followed him as he walked up the stairs. He opened the door and set his bow gently inside, then turned right back around and walked out the door. Once he was outside he sat down on the front steps. Maqueden sat beside him, thinking how strange he was behaving. In all their many thousands of years of being friends, she could remember once when they had sat outside and talked, and that was because Legolas dared her to sit outside in the middle of winter dressed in summer clothing and wait for three hours while she had wet hair. Legolas had followed (also with wet hair) and when the two went back inside they both had the worse colds in the history of Mirkwood.
"So? You were going to ask me something?" Maqueden asked, leaning back and bracing herself with her hands.
"I... Wow, look at the stars!" Legolas said, stalling for time.
"Legolas... you're stalling."
"So?"
"Oh, come on. Am I really that hard to talk to? What were you going to ask me?"
"I... uh... Is that Kyriana?" He asked suddenly, turning his attention to an invisible figure Maqueden assumed was sitting beside the lake.
"Legolas... Just ask me and get it over with."
"No!"
"Stop being stubborn."
"No!"
"Oh, for Valar's sake... What were you going to ask me? And you'd better do it before I leave."
Her warning caught him off guard. "I... well... this." Summoning up all his courage, he leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss on Maqueden's lips.
His kiss caught her off guard. Taken by surprise, Maqueden closed her eyes and leaned into the kiss before she realized what she was doing. It wasn't the fact that Legolas was kissing her that bothered her- that she could deal with. It was the fact that she enjoyed it that bothered her. He was supposed to love Kyriana... not her! She was supposed to keep this a secret! Why did everything have to go wrong now? Her eyes flew open and she hurriedly stood. Not even bothering with an explanation, she ran.
Legolas watched as she ran, not daring to believe what he was seeing and plumb surprised at what he had just done. He didn't try to stop her as she fled- what could he expect? He had just KISSED her!!!!! "Of all the STUPID, STRANGE things I could have done, I picked that one." He thought glumly to himself. Sighing, he stood and walked inside to find his brother. Novancaion needed a break from his son, who hadn't slept a wink since his mother left. Besides, the chances that Legolas was going to sleep were slim to none.
He trudged inside and flopped down on Novancaion's bed.
"Hello to you too, elfling." Novancaion said, taking advantage of the rare silence. "What's up?" Noticing Legolas's dismal attitude, he added, "Or down?"
"I just kissed Maqueden." Legolas mumbled.
"What? I couldn't hear you."
"I just kissed Maqueden." Legolas said, a bit louder.
"WHAT?!" Novancaion yelled, covering his mouth. It did no good- the words were out. It seconds his son was awake and crying.
"I was trying to tell her I liked her. I don't know what came over me... I just leaned in and kissed her. And then she ran."
"Well, of course she ran. You probably scared her." Novancaion picked his son up out of the cradle and held him, trying to stop his crying.
"I just..." Legolas sighed. "What do I do?"
"I don't know." Novancaion said truthfully, rocking his son. "Artariel tells me you went to her for advice?"
"I... Yes, I did. Why?"
Novancaion laughed. "No reason." He paused. "You know, I always thought that you and Maqueden would make the cutest couple. Of course, you're less than a year from being married... It might not be the best idea to tell her how you feel right now..."
"After I kissed her? I think it would be good to give her an explanation!" Legolas cried, taking his nephew and cradling him. "Why didn't Allyiah take you with her?"
"Who? Me, or Aaron?"
"Both."
"She's visiting her newly wed sister in Gondor." Novancaion sighed. "Well, you don't look like you're going to sleep a wink tonight. Mind keeping him for me?"
"Why not?" Legolas sighed. He walked to the door, keeping a firm grasp on the squirming Aaron. "When should I... When should I talk to her?"
"Tomorrow, if at all possible." Novancaion blew out the candle and left the room in darkness. Legolas walked to his own room. As he opened the door Aaron stopped crying and instead stared confusedly at his own reflection in the window. Legolas grinned and sat down on his bed, wincing as Aaron grabbed a handful of his long, golden hair and gave it a sharp tug. Prying the infant's hands away from his hair, Legolas interested him in a game of peek-a-boo until the early hours of dawn, when the two finally fell asleep.
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(A/N: Now we're going back to Maqueden's POV, right after Legolas kissed her. Just so's you know.)
As Maqueden fled blindly through the woods, her mind tried to process her thoughts. The one clear thing that was etched into her mind was the fact that LEGOLAS HAD JUST KISSED HER. Her, of all people! And now she was worrying him because she had run... When she decided she was far enough away from the castle to think, she slumped against a tree and sat in silence, trying to clear her head of everything but a sense of peace.
Peace, however, would not come. Peace was long gone. Instead there was confusion, chaos, turmoil, and confused, chaotic turmoil. With a groan, she thought of Elenna and how she must feel- wanting something that was just out of her grasp. Or in her case, already gone.
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Maqueden had no idea how long she spent in the woods. She dimly remembered walking home to meet a confused Elenna and collapsing on the couch, then telling everything to her sister.
"He... he was stalling for time. And I kept pressing him to tell me. But he was afraid, or worried, or confused, or maybe all three. Anyway, he just... leaned in and kissed me. It wouldn't have bothered me half as much if I hadn't found myself enjoying it... But I did, and it scared me, so I ran."
"And it took you that long to get home?"
"Well... no, I stopped for a while to try and think..."
"Right. Does he know you like him?"
"I should think not, after I ran away from him today..."
"TELL HIM!!!" Elenna cried. He likes you- isn't it obvious?!?!?! Everyone but Thranduil and Legolas can tell that you like him! So TELL HIM, for crying out loud!"
"I can't... I'm afraid..."
"Of what?"
"I... Fear. I'm afraid for you and him. Elenna, you're dying! And he's worried about you on top of the fact that he's worried about his marriage to Kyriana, which is in less than 9 months. Then he's worried about me, because I ran away from him today. And I bet he's worried about Kyriana and the fact that she barely survived being beaten by her father. Need I say more?"
Elenna grinned. "You need to start thinking of yourself more. Take care of yourself. Then take care of them."
"And what is that supposed to mean?"
"If you like him, let him know. I highly doubt that he can say he doesn't like you after the fact that he kissed you. Or I could ask him for you."
"Thanks... no. I'll do it myself. Tomorrow. I need sleep now." Maqueden walked silently for her room,
AN: Well, that's it for this chapter... It's a lot longer, 6 pages size 10 font. I'm going to need elvish translations for some stuff soon, so holler if you want to help. Sorry for the wait, I needed some time to clear my head and my editor has a high school crisis, so we're a little buried under all the stuff we have to do. From now until school starts next year, I may or may not post regularly, but I WILL NOT ABANDON THIS STORY! Oh, by the way, I've finally got it all planned out and it's going to be around 23 chapters with an epilogue. Well, that's all for now, I'm gonna go post soon...
THANK YOU'S!!!!!!!!
Lgstarbaby07- thank you!
Dust In The Wind- thank you
Merenwen/Shili-Dwelf of Lorien- yeah, he does have a lot on his plate... But wait! It gets better! Well... for the readerm anyway... not for any of the characters...
I-Love-Legolas- thanks!
Skatergirl- Thank you!
Crazy-llama- Interesting name... Llamas rule! Anyhoo... There is now something resembling a plot!
Cherryfaerie- Welllllllll... Elenna won't die, but I ain't telling whether they find Astoldominien (That name is murder to type...) or not...
THANK YOU'S FOR CH. 7
Skatergirl- thanks!
Merenwen/Shili-Dwelf of Lorien- Yup. There is a lot of love there, but it's not... the other kind. Ya know, I kinda pity Kyriana after what's about to happen to her...
I-Love-Legolas- I promise to update more often!!!
Cherry-faerie- TEXAS RULES!!!!! Of course, I can't say, being an Alabamian... One of my best buds is from Texas... And I pity you... I eat at noon...
Arien Kaleniel- I will try to update ASAP!!!
THANK YOU ALL FOR REVIEWING!!! Your reviews are what keeps me going!
Lilyana Turner