A/N: Lo people! I am back! No, I didn't abandon the story it just took me a very long time to think of what to put, but in return this is a very long chapter with roughly 3500 words!! Again, thank you for the reviews. I'm not sure if this is a Mary-Sue coz I have no idea what one of those is, so I'm sorry if it is and you don't like it! Ciao for now!
Panic. He was searching, looking everywhere, and seeking something, but what? He didn't know. Running through every circle of the City, Legolas couldn't find it. Something was wrong. Suddenly the image had changed, into a dark place where two figures emerged before him. They didn't notice him; they obviously couldn't see him, as if he was looking in through a window. He could see Faranthir with another Elf. She looked so unhappy as the man grasped both her upper arms. He was whispering something in her ear, a sly smirk played across his lips, a pained expression across her face. Faranthir dared to look at him and he struck her hard. The Elf dropped her to the ground roughly and walked off. Again the scene changed; he was in a grand hall with many people who all seemed very happy. They were oblivious to him except for two of them: Faranthir and the same Elf. It was a wedding, she was the bride and this Elf was going to be her husband. She turned to face Legolas, a remorseful look upon her perfect features. He could see her call out his name, pleading, over and over, but he couldn't hear her speak, nor could he get to her. The congregation still applauding and cheering could obviously not see what he could. The Elf turned round and put a hand over her mouth, dragging her away. He shot Legolas a warning look, and everything went black.
Legolas sat up straight in bed, a cold sweat covering him. His rapid breathing slowed as he realised that it was just a dream. Such a strange dream though. Was it a premonition? A warning?
He opened the curtain and found that outside the whole sky was covered in a grey blanket of cloud, but the view of the Pelennor Fields from his balcony was magnificent. He dressed quickly in a fine red and brown tunic. A short rasp at the door made him jump. He answered it to find a rather flustered- looking servant holding a tray with a tempting cooked breakfast that was steaming away quietly. The servant bowed.
"Good Morning, my Lord. I am Rethren and have been assigned to provide you with anything you may need," He said in a rather formal manner.
"Good Morning. Please come in," replied Legolas. Rethren gratefully obliged and placed the tray on the dresser.
"Is there anything else I can get you?" Rethren asked.
"No, that will be all thank you. I am very grateful for this hospitality, but I prefer to have breakfast in my own time, so would you not bring it to me in the future?
"Yes certainly, my Lord."
"There may be something you can do for me. Do you know if the Lady Faranthir is awake yet?"
"I believe she is, my lord, certainly her breakfast has been taken to her."
"Then could you bring me a piece of parchment and some ink, please?"
"Yes, sir." Rethren bowed and returned a few minutes later carrying the things that Legolas had asked for. Legolas took it and proceeded to scrawl (well, as scrawled as an Elf's writing can be) a quick message and handed it to Rethren.
"Could you deliver this to her, please," he asked. Rethren nodded and bowed as he left.
Faranthir sat on her bed brushing her hair with long, smooth strokes down to her waist. She pulled two locks from the front and made it into a herringbone plait. She got up to answer the loud knock at the door and was handed the folded paper by Rethren.
"Thank you," she said wondering who had sent it to her.
Closing the door she unfolded it, eager to see what it was. It read:
Princess Faranthir, Would you give me the pleasure of accompanying me riding today? If you wish to, meet me at the stables in a quarter of an hour. Yours, Legolas.
Faranthir smiled and lay back down on the bed. She knew she was falling for him; every time he looked at her she got butterflies in her stomach. He seemed to care about her, something her father didn't do very often and something Tethril had never done. Faranthir knew that there was no way they could ever make it work, because of who they were. Love was cruel, she thought. A ride with Legolas would be the perfect opportunity to get to know him better and to show off her brilliant horsemanship. She quickly threw on a riding dress and grabbed a riding cloak hung up on the door, and rushed down to the stables.
She found Legolas already grooming his horse. He knew it was a risk to ask her to accompany him. They could be seen by anyone. He had a jet-black horse, with no other markings except for a star on his forehead. It was a complete contrast to see this pale, blonde elf stand next to such a horse. Faranthir watched him behind a stall for a few moments then walked in calmly in a very lady-like manner, even though she felt like giggling like some giddy maiden. Legolas immediately stopped what he was doing to look at her.
"Good Morning, Princess," he greeted her, admiring her striking form.
"Good Morning, Prince Legolas," she answered politely.
"I am glad you have made it here. I was hoping you would come," He blushed.
Faranthir smiled and walked over to Larendil, who was very pleased to see her owner and was ready for another ride, although she had been ridden almost constantly for three days.
"Good Morning Larendil. I hope you had a good night's rest, for we are off again today!"
The horse whinnied in anticipation and eagerness. Faranthir led her out of the stall and placed a simple brown bridle over the horse's head. No saddle was needed; Faranthir was experienced and trusted Larendil enough not to use one. Legolas' horse only had a bridle too, but a black one to match its coat. He attached a bulging satchel to his belt, which contained some food for lunch.
"What is his name, your horse?" Faranthir asked.
"Namroth."
"He is such a striking horse. Is he good to ride?"
"Yes, he is, though slightly strong-willed at times. But what can you expect from a stallion? He is fast and usually does as he is told. Your mare is no competition!" He exclaimed cheekily with a grin across his face.
"My Larendil, one of the finest bred Rohan horses? I think you may be mistaken, my lord!" she replied. Legolas hadn't quite realised that her horse was of such quality, but had no intention of admitting that perhaps she was right.
"Then we shall race!" He pointed out of the stables to a small hill, "From here to the top of that ridge." It was about half a mile.
"Very well," She hopped easily onto Larendil, gathered the reins and galloped out of the stables, leaving Legolas behind. He quickly jumped onto Namroth and gave chase, catching up surprisingly swiftly. The two horses knew it was a race and strove to please their masters, Namroth trying to get past the other horse, but Larendil always finding more energy to spur on ahead. Larendil was beginning to tire quickly because of the previous three heavy days of work and Namroth, rested and full of energy, was using this to his advantage. They were now neck and neck, with Namroth edging further ahead ever so slightly. Faranthir tried to encourage Larendil but the poor creature was now exhausted as it galloped up the hill. Namroth snorted as he reached the top in success, winning by just a nose. Both owners slowed down their animals and walked round to meet again, both horses breathing heavily.
"Perhaps the Rohan blood is not as strong in Larendil," he said sarcastically. Faranthir scowled.
"She was very tired!" She protested. He smiled at her and they both fell about laughing.
"Come on. Let's get away from here. Someone could see us," Legolas suggested.
They slowly walked the horses down the other side of the ridge towards a wooded area to cool them off a bit.
After a long silence, mainly to get their breath back, Faranthir finally opened her mouth to speak.
"Where are we going?" She asked.
"There is a track around this wood. It stretches quite a way but we should be back by dusk."
"Fine."
"We shall stop to have lunch and then I want to see if the North can shoot better than the South," He said with a smirk.
"If you are challenging me to prove to you that I am a far better archer than yourself, then I accept, Legolas Greenleaf!"
"Very well. I know a spot about six miles from here where we can test your...theory. May I remind you of our last little competition?" He grinned.
Faranthir raised an eyebrow and sharply kicked Larendil, who instantly bounded off leaving Legolas and Namroth again. When Legolas finally caught her up with her, they decided to walk for a few miles.
It gave them a chance to talk. It was a strange thing for anyone to see; two Elves that were supposed enemies, laughing, paying attention, actually interested in what the other was saying, and partially flirting!
The time passed quite quickly even though it had taken them nearly two hours to reach the location.
"You were wicked!" Faranthir laughed as Legolas explained about a naughty childhood incident.
"I still am!" He grinned, "Here we are."
There were four tall willows set about ten yards apart in a diagonal formation, the farthest nearly fifty yards away, in a large clearing. The trees were freckled with puncture marks from other arrows. This was obviously a well-used archery site. Each tree was painted similar to an archery board, with circles painted on in white and a red bull's-eye in the centre.
They dismounted and removed the bridles from the horses, then let them off into nearby pasture to graze.
"Well I suppose it is ladies first then, is it Princess?" he asked in a very proper voice, obviously mocking her.
"Indeed, my Lord Legolas. It is only right," she said back sarcastically, her head held high.
"You had better start at the nearest tree. It would be terribly embarrassing for a lady of your stature to miss on the first go." He proclaimed.
"Hm," She replied and as fast as lightning, pulled out an arrow, fitted to the bow and fired straight into the centre of the bull's-eye. She gave Legolas a try-and-better-that-then look.
"Good shot, but watch this." He immediately fixed an arrow to his bow and released it. The arrow sailed through the air at a speed quicker than could be seen, finally landing by splitting Faranthir's arrow in two. (A/N: A little cliché, perhaps?)
"Well then, let us skip the easy part and move straight on to the farthest tree, shall we?" asked Faranthir.
"Fine with me!" Legolas replied confidently, but was secretly hiding the fact that he did struggle a little more with the longer distances. Faranthir, however, was particularly masterful in this area of archery.
She took an arrow and slower this time, notched it to the bow. It took her a little longer to aim but released it, hoping that she could prove the not- so-modest Prince wrong. It landed not as perfectly as the first arrow, but still on the bull's-eye. She sighed in relief.
Now it was Legolas' turn. He carefully took another arrow from his quiver and aimed directly at the bull's-eye. It took him longer than Faranthir to let go of it. He watched eagerly in anticipation, praying it would land on the red spot. It nearly didn't. The arrow was stopped just outside the bull's-eye, but Faranthir's was still closer to the centre.
She had a smile reaching from ear to ear in glee.
"I think we are even now," She smirked.
"I agree, no more competing." He replied. Faranthir nodded, "Do you want some lunch?"
"Why not? What do you have?"
"Erm, bread, meats and some fruit," Legolas said as he took the satchel from his belt.
Legolas sat down while taking the food out and Faranthir placed herself beside him. They shared out the food between them and started talking about why they had come to Gondor for the celebrations.
"I was forced. My father said it would seem rude, though I don't see how, if I didn't come. I don't like large gatherings, like the feast. I've sat through numerous celebrations and balls; they become boring after a while. I prefer it when it's just me and someone else. It's much more intimate and personal."
"Do you mean you prefer it with just you and a woman?"
It was quite to the point, but Faranthir wanted to know if there was any truth in the countless stories she had heard about this Prince. Legolas was a little shocked, but soon started blushing.
"I suppose so. Why shouldn't I?"
"I have heard such stories about you, Legolas. I just hope they are Southern propaganda, made up to give a bad name to your family. You seem too caring to be a womaniser."
"I do not know what you have heard, but there is possibly a little truth in them."
Faranthir was disappointed and Legolas could see that in her face.
"Let me explain," he said, "I have never been in love or felt particularly loved. Yes my father loves me, I know that, but it's hard for him to show it. He is very proud. I have tried to find love so many times, but it seems that every woman in Northern Mirkwood is either after royal status, wealth or both. My father was tired of me playing around, so he made me choose a bride. I don't care about Medethran. She doesn't love me and I don't love her."
"Love is unfair," Faranthir stated, "The mind may guide us to who we should have, but the heart prevails and tells us who we need."
"That is true."
They sighed simultaneously and looked longingly at each other for a few seconds.
"You are truly beautiful," he told her. She smiled and without a word kissed him. He pulled her closer with his hand around her waist. Gently, he bit her bottom lip and she demanded entry into his mouth. This kiss was slower, but this time more passionate than the first one they had shared. Legolas laid Faranthir down softly on the carpet of grass, still kissing her. He released her and broke the kiss. She looked up into his blue eyes, not knowing what to say.
"It's alright, you don't have to say anything," said Legolas, reading her thoughts. She pulled him down next to her, looking up at the grey mass of sky that was a canvas for the green treetops. They lay together in silence for a few minutes considering what had just happened.
Although she had little experience, Faranthir thought he was an excellent kisser. Had she enjoyed it? Certainly. Why had she done it? She wasn't sure. He was handsome, compassionate and she could empathise with him. He could show her love, she thought. She could bring him love and happiness in return.
Legolas was very happy. He knew the kiss had meant something to them both. Had he enjoyed it? Definitely. Why had he kissed her back? He wasn't sure. She was stunning, affectionate and he could empathise with her. He could show her love if she wanted it. She would bring him love and happiness in return.
They both went to speak at the same time, but Legolas (being the gentleman that he was!) let her speak first.
"Legolas, it was what you wanted, wasn't it? I don't want you to think that I'm-''
He propped himself up on his side with his arm - the other one stroking her face - cutting Faranthir short.
"Faranthir, you are something that could only exist in my dreams. To have you kiss me is magical. It is something that I would certainly have wanted."
"Good," She sat up and kissed him quickly on the lips, "We had better leave soon, or we won't be back before dark."
Legolas nodded in agreement and started packing away the food.
"What did you want to say?" she asked.
"Pretty much the same!" he replied.
Faranthir went to get the horses and found them both lying down beside each other, resting. They were obviously very tired.
"Come on. We're going home now. I promise we won't push you too hard. Plenty of walking, yes?"
She patted Larendil's neck who reluctantly got up, quickly followed by Namroth. She led them back to the woods where Legolas was and put on both the bridles. She mounted Larendil and waited for Legolas.
"Let's not go too quickly. These horses are weary."
"That's fine if it means that I must spend more time in your company."
She smiled and he mounted his horse. They set off back towards Minas Tirith, although neither was looking forward to returning.
It was dusk and the two riders were nearly a mile away from the city.
"I had better go ahead. It would seem odd if we both arrived together and I think my father will be waiting for me." Faranthir supposed.
"Alright. I will come and check on you later to see that you made it back safely."
"Ok." She sided Larendil next to Namroth so she could kiss Legolas goodbye, "Until later then. Goodbye."
She trotted off while Legolas waited behind. Larendil looked behind to see Namroth.
"Do you like him, girl?" She asked Larendil, "He's a beautiful creature, Larendil," She leant down to whisper in the horse's ear, "But his rider is the one I prefer!"
They arrived about twenty minutes later, where Faranthir was greeted by her rather aggravated father. The moment she arrived in the stables she was hit with a barrage of questions.
"Where have you been all day???" Harathnor shouted.
"I've been out riding. That's all."
"On your own?"
"Yes."
"You are so irresponsible, Faranthir! You leave without telling me and you tell no one your route! Why?"
"I'm sorry."
Harathnor calmed himself down.
"Come inside. I need to speak to you." He said in a quieter manner.
Faranthir put some feed in a bucket on the floor of the stall for Larendil and left with her father. They entered her room and Harathnor shut the door behind them.
"I have thought about this and have decided that we should move your wedding date forward by a month."
Faranthir was stunned. She couldn't believe it. "Why father? Everything is already arranged. The set date is fine," she tried to persuade him.
"The sooner you two are married the better. I can stop worrying about you and about this wedding. You'll be much happier and you can get on with your lives."
She couldn't believe what she was hearing. One month of freedom less was terrible.
"Father, I think you are going to far too much trouble. It's fine how it is."
"It's my decision, child, and that's final. You should be happy!"
"Oh I certainly am!" she lied, forcing a smile.
"Good. I will see you tomorrow then. Goodnight."
"Goodnight Father."
She saw him out of the door then went to the balcony. She looked out across the Pelennor Fields and her tears started to flow. It was so unfair, why did she have to marry Tethril and not someone like Legolas? A few minutes later there was a quiet knock at the door. She knew it would be Legolas.
"Come in," she called, wiping her tears quickly and straightening herself out.
Legolas entered to see her out at the balcony, her back facing him. He sidled up beside her but she turned her face away, so that he couldn't see it. He put his hand upon her damp cheek and turned it towards him. Legolas had a concerned look upon his face as Faranthir looked up to see him.
"Why are you crying? Did I upset you today?" he asked.
She cupped his cheek and smiled, which instantly made her sad expression pass.
"No, my lord. You have done nothing wrong."
Her skin was cold to his touch.
"Then come inside and tell me what is wrong then."
He led her inside and shut the balcony windows behind them. Faranthir sat down on the bed, her head resting against the wall.
"My father has told me that I am to marry a month earlier," the tears started to well up again, "I can't take it Legolas! If my father gives me away, he will condemn me to death, I know it. I cannot tell my father, or this man will condemn me to death. I am helpless, Legolas. Nothing I can do will change this. Perhaps I should look forward to death. At least then Tethril cannot punish me for living."
"No, Faranthir. Do not say such things! Is that his name? Tethril? Well, I will help you. I can protect you and you know I would never hurt you."
"Would you do that for me?"
"Yes, Faranthir, of course I would! You are something special, but you are like a bird that has had its wings clipped."
"Thank you," she whispered as she leant into his arms, "Legolas?"
"Yes, my Princess?"
"Would you stay here tonight? I don't want to be alone."
"Of course," was his short and simple reply. He lay her down on the bed and took his boots and tunic off, leaving a silver shirt and trousers on. She took off her riding dress leaving on a long white dress, which was beneath it. She slipped under the covers shortly followed by Legolas. Faranthir kissed him softly then lay down by him, her arm wrapped across his torso.
For Faranthir, it was the first time she had ever felt safe at night with a man by her side.
"Is this what you want Faranthir? You and I? Together?" he asked her.
Her green eyes gazed into his blue ones, "Yes, very much so," she replied sleepily and closed her eyes.
He smiled and kissed her forehead and stroked it until she fell asleep. They were both content. They knew that this time it was right for them to be together and perhaps it could work out.
Panic. He was searching, looking everywhere, and seeking something, but what? He didn't know. Running through every circle of the City, Legolas couldn't find it. Something was wrong. Suddenly the image had changed, into a dark place where two figures emerged before him. They didn't notice him; they obviously couldn't see him, as if he was looking in through a window. He could see Faranthir with another Elf. She looked so unhappy as the man grasped both her upper arms. He was whispering something in her ear, a sly smirk played across his lips, a pained expression across her face. Faranthir dared to look at him and he struck her hard. The Elf dropped her to the ground roughly and walked off. Again the scene changed; he was in a grand hall with many people who all seemed very happy. They were oblivious to him except for two of them: Faranthir and the same Elf. It was a wedding, she was the bride and this Elf was going to be her husband. She turned to face Legolas, a remorseful look upon her perfect features. He could see her call out his name, pleading, over and over, but he couldn't hear her speak, nor could he get to her. The congregation still applauding and cheering could obviously not see what he could. The Elf turned round and put a hand over her mouth, dragging her away. He shot Legolas a warning look, and everything went black.
Legolas sat up straight in bed, a cold sweat covering him. His rapid breathing slowed as he realised that it was just a dream. Such a strange dream though. Was it a premonition? A warning?
He opened the curtain and found that outside the whole sky was covered in a grey blanket of cloud, but the view of the Pelennor Fields from his balcony was magnificent. He dressed quickly in a fine red and brown tunic. A short rasp at the door made him jump. He answered it to find a rather flustered- looking servant holding a tray with a tempting cooked breakfast that was steaming away quietly. The servant bowed.
"Good Morning, my Lord. I am Rethren and have been assigned to provide you with anything you may need," He said in a rather formal manner.
"Good Morning. Please come in," replied Legolas. Rethren gratefully obliged and placed the tray on the dresser.
"Is there anything else I can get you?" Rethren asked.
"No, that will be all thank you. I am very grateful for this hospitality, but I prefer to have breakfast in my own time, so would you not bring it to me in the future?
"Yes certainly, my Lord."
"There may be something you can do for me. Do you know if the Lady Faranthir is awake yet?"
"I believe she is, my lord, certainly her breakfast has been taken to her."
"Then could you bring me a piece of parchment and some ink, please?"
"Yes, sir." Rethren bowed and returned a few minutes later carrying the things that Legolas had asked for. Legolas took it and proceeded to scrawl (well, as scrawled as an Elf's writing can be) a quick message and handed it to Rethren.
"Could you deliver this to her, please," he asked. Rethren nodded and bowed as he left.
Faranthir sat on her bed brushing her hair with long, smooth strokes down to her waist. She pulled two locks from the front and made it into a herringbone plait. She got up to answer the loud knock at the door and was handed the folded paper by Rethren.
"Thank you," she said wondering who had sent it to her.
Closing the door she unfolded it, eager to see what it was. It read:
Princess Faranthir, Would you give me the pleasure of accompanying me riding today? If you wish to, meet me at the stables in a quarter of an hour. Yours, Legolas.
Faranthir smiled and lay back down on the bed. She knew she was falling for him; every time he looked at her she got butterflies in her stomach. He seemed to care about her, something her father didn't do very often and something Tethril had never done. Faranthir knew that there was no way they could ever make it work, because of who they were. Love was cruel, she thought. A ride with Legolas would be the perfect opportunity to get to know him better and to show off her brilliant horsemanship. She quickly threw on a riding dress and grabbed a riding cloak hung up on the door, and rushed down to the stables.
She found Legolas already grooming his horse. He knew it was a risk to ask her to accompany him. They could be seen by anyone. He had a jet-black horse, with no other markings except for a star on his forehead. It was a complete contrast to see this pale, blonde elf stand next to such a horse. Faranthir watched him behind a stall for a few moments then walked in calmly in a very lady-like manner, even though she felt like giggling like some giddy maiden. Legolas immediately stopped what he was doing to look at her.
"Good Morning, Princess," he greeted her, admiring her striking form.
"Good Morning, Prince Legolas," she answered politely.
"I am glad you have made it here. I was hoping you would come," He blushed.
Faranthir smiled and walked over to Larendil, who was very pleased to see her owner and was ready for another ride, although she had been ridden almost constantly for three days.
"Good Morning Larendil. I hope you had a good night's rest, for we are off again today!"
The horse whinnied in anticipation and eagerness. Faranthir led her out of the stall and placed a simple brown bridle over the horse's head. No saddle was needed; Faranthir was experienced and trusted Larendil enough not to use one. Legolas' horse only had a bridle too, but a black one to match its coat. He attached a bulging satchel to his belt, which contained some food for lunch.
"What is his name, your horse?" Faranthir asked.
"Namroth."
"He is such a striking horse. Is he good to ride?"
"Yes, he is, though slightly strong-willed at times. But what can you expect from a stallion? He is fast and usually does as he is told. Your mare is no competition!" He exclaimed cheekily with a grin across his face.
"My Larendil, one of the finest bred Rohan horses? I think you may be mistaken, my lord!" she replied. Legolas hadn't quite realised that her horse was of such quality, but had no intention of admitting that perhaps she was right.
"Then we shall race!" He pointed out of the stables to a small hill, "From here to the top of that ridge." It was about half a mile.
"Very well," She hopped easily onto Larendil, gathered the reins and galloped out of the stables, leaving Legolas behind. He quickly jumped onto Namroth and gave chase, catching up surprisingly swiftly. The two horses knew it was a race and strove to please their masters, Namroth trying to get past the other horse, but Larendil always finding more energy to spur on ahead. Larendil was beginning to tire quickly because of the previous three heavy days of work and Namroth, rested and full of energy, was using this to his advantage. They were now neck and neck, with Namroth edging further ahead ever so slightly. Faranthir tried to encourage Larendil but the poor creature was now exhausted as it galloped up the hill. Namroth snorted as he reached the top in success, winning by just a nose. Both owners slowed down their animals and walked round to meet again, both horses breathing heavily.
"Perhaps the Rohan blood is not as strong in Larendil," he said sarcastically. Faranthir scowled.
"She was very tired!" She protested. He smiled at her and they both fell about laughing.
"Come on. Let's get away from here. Someone could see us," Legolas suggested.
They slowly walked the horses down the other side of the ridge towards a wooded area to cool them off a bit.
After a long silence, mainly to get their breath back, Faranthir finally opened her mouth to speak.
"Where are we going?" She asked.
"There is a track around this wood. It stretches quite a way but we should be back by dusk."
"Fine."
"We shall stop to have lunch and then I want to see if the North can shoot better than the South," He said with a smirk.
"If you are challenging me to prove to you that I am a far better archer than yourself, then I accept, Legolas Greenleaf!"
"Very well. I know a spot about six miles from here where we can test your...theory. May I remind you of our last little competition?" He grinned.
Faranthir raised an eyebrow and sharply kicked Larendil, who instantly bounded off leaving Legolas and Namroth again. When Legolas finally caught her up with her, they decided to walk for a few miles.
It gave them a chance to talk. It was a strange thing for anyone to see; two Elves that were supposed enemies, laughing, paying attention, actually interested in what the other was saying, and partially flirting!
The time passed quite quickly even though it had taken them nearly two hours to reach the location.
"You were wicked!" Faranthir laughed as Legolas explained about a naughty childhood incident.
"I still am!" He grinned, "Here we are."
There were four tall willows set about ten yards apart in a diagonal formation, the farthest nearly fifty yards away, in a large clearing. The trees were freckled with puncture marks from other arrows. This was obviously a well-used archery site. Each tree was painted similar to an archery board, with circles painted on in white and a red bull's-eye in the centre.
They dismounted and removed the bridles from the horses, then let them off into nearby pasture to graze.
"Well I suppose it is ladies first then, is it Princess?" he asked in a very proper voice, obviously mocking her.
"Indeed, my Lord Legolas. It is only right," she said back sarcastically, her head held high.
"You had better start at the nearest tree. It would be terribly embarrassing for a lady of your stature to miss on the first go." He proclaimed.
"Hm," She replied and as fast as lightning, pulled out an arrow, fitted to the bow and fired straight into the centre of the bull's-eye. She gave Legolas a try-and-better-that-then look.
"Good shot, but watch this." He immediately fixed an arrow to his bow and released it. The arrow sailed through the air at a speed quicker than could be seen, finally landing by splitting Faranthir's arrow in two. (A/N: A little cliché, perhaps?)
"Well then, let us skip the easy part and move straight on to the farthest tree, shall we?" asked Faranthir.
"Fine with me!" Legolas replied confidently, but was secretly hiding the fact that he did struggle a little more with the longer distances. Faranthir, however, was particularly masterful in this area of archery.
She took an arrow and slower this time, notched it to the bow. It took her a little longer to aim but released it, hoping that she could prove the not- so-modest Prince wrong. It landed not as perfectly as the first arrow, but still on the bull's-eye. She sighed in relief.
Now it was Legolas' turn. He carefully took another arrow from his quiver and aimed directly at the bull's-eye. It took him longer than Faranthir to let go of it. He watched eagerly in anticipation, praying it would land on the red spot. It nearly didn't. The arrow was stopped just outside the bull's-eye, but Faranthir's was still closer to the centre.
She had a smile reaching from ear to ear in glee.
"I think we are even now," She smirked.
"I agree, no more competing." He replied. Faranthir nodded, "Do you want some lunch?"
"Why not? What do you have?"
"Erm, bread, meats and some fruit," Legolas said as he took the satchel from his belt.
Legolas sat down while taking the food out and Faranthir placed herself beside him. They shared out the food between them and started talking about why they had come to Gondor for the celebrations.
"I was forced. My father said it would seem rude, though I don't see how, if I didn't come. I don't like large gatherings, like the feast. I've sat through numerous celebrations and balls; they become boring after a while. I prefer it when it's just me and someone else. It's much more intimate and personal."
"Do you mean you prefer it with just you and a woman?"
It was quite to the point, but Faranthir wanted to know if there was any truth in the countless stories she had heard about this Prince. Legolas was a little shocked, but soon started blushing.
"I suppose so. Why shouldn't I?"
"I have heard such stories about you, Legolas. I just hope they are Southern propaganda, made up to give a bad name to your family. You seem too caring to be a womaniser."
"I do not know what you have heard, but there is possibly a little truth in them."
Faranthir was disappointed and Legolas could see that in her face.
"Let me explain," he said, "I have never been in love or felt particularly loved. Yes my father loves me, I know that, but it's hard for him to show it. He is very proud. I have tried to find love so many times, but it seems that every woman in Northern Mirkwood is either after royal status, wealth or both. My father was tired of me playing around, so he made me choose a bride. I don't care about Medethran. She doesn't love me and I don't love her."
"Love is unfair," Faranthir stated, "The mind may guide us to who we should have, but the heart prevails and tells us who we need."
"That is true."
They sighed simultaneously and looked longingly at each other for a few seconds.
"You are truly beautiful," he told her. She smiled and without a word kissed him. He pulled her closer with his hand around her waist. Gently, he bit her bottom lip and she demanded entry into his mouth. This kiss was slower, but this time more passionate than the first one they had shared. Legolas laid Faranthir down softly on the carpet of grass, still kissing her. He released her and broke the kiss. She looked up into his blue eyes, not knowing what to say.
"It's alright, you don't have to say anything," said Legolas, reading her thoughts. She pulled him down next to her, looking up at the grey mass of sky that was a canvas for the green treetops. They lay together in silence for a few minutes considering what had just happened.
Although she had little experience, Faranthir thought he was an excellent kisser. Had she enjoyed it? Certainly. Why had she done it? She wasn't sure. He was handsome, compassionate and she could empathise with him. He could show her love, she thought. She could bring him love and happiness in return.
Legolas was very happy. He knew the kiss had meant something to them both. Had he enjoyed it? Definitely. Why had he kissed her back? He wasn't sure. She was stunning, affectionate and he could empathise with her. He could show her love if she wanted it. She would bring him love and happiness in return.
They both went to speak at the same time, but Legolas (being the gentleman that he was!) let her speak first.
"Legolas, it was what you wanted, wasn't it? I don't want you to think that I'm-''
He propped himself up on his side with his arm - the other one stroking her face - cutting Faranthir short.
"Faranthir, you are something that could only exist in my dreams. To have you kiss me is magical. It is something that I would certainly have wanted."
"Good," She sat up and kissed him quickly on the lips, "We had better leave soon, or we won't be back before dark."
Legolas nodded in agreement and started packing away the food.
"What did you want to say?" she asked.
"Pretty much the same!" he replied.
Faranthir went to get the horses and found them both lying down beside each other, resting. They were obviously very tired.
"Come on. We're going home now. I promise we won't push you too hard. Plenty of walking, yes?"
She patted Larendil's neck who reluctantly got up, quickly followed by Namroth. She led them back to the woods where Legolas was and put on both the bridles. She mounted Larendil and waited for Legolas.
"Let's not go too quickly. These horses are weary."
"That's fine if it means that I must spend more time in your company."
She smiled and he mounted his horse. They set off back towards Minas Tirith, although neither was looking forward to returning.
It was dusk and the two riders were nearly a mile away from the city.
"I had better go ahead. It would seem odd if we both arrived together and I think my father will be waiting for me." Faranthir supposed.
"Alright. I will come and check on you later to see that you made it back safely."
"Ok." She sided Larendil next to Namroth so she could kiss Legolas goodbye, "Until later then. Goodbye."
She trotted off while Legolas waited behind. Larendil looked behind to see Namroth.
"Do you like him, girl?" She asked Larendil, "He's a beautiful creature, Larendil," She leant down to whisper in the horse's ear, "But his rider is the one I prefer!"
They arrived about twenty minutes later, where Faranthir was greeted by her rather aggravated father. The moment she arrived in the stables she was hit with a barrage of questions.
"Where have you been all day???" Harathnor shouted.
"I've been out riding. That's all."
"On your own?"
"Yes."
"You are so irresponsible, Faranthir! You leave without telling me and you tell no one your route! Why?"
"I'm sorry."
Harathnor calmed himself down.
"Come inside. I need to speak to you." He said in a quieter manner.
Faranthir put some feed in a bucket on the floor of the stall for Larendil and left with her father. They entered her room and Harathnor shut the door behind them.
"I have thought about this and have decided that we should move your wedding date forward by a month."
Faranthir was stunned. She couldn't believe it. "Why father? Everything is already arranged. The set date is fine," she tried to persuade him.
"The sooner you two are married the better. I can stop worrying about you and about this wedding. You'll be much happier and you can get on with your lives."
She couldn't believe what she was hearing. One month of freedom less was terrible.
"Father, I think you are going to far too much trouble. It's fine how it is."
"It's my decision, child, and that's final. You should be happy!"
"Oh I certainly am!" she lied, forcing a smile.
"Good. I will see you tomorrow then. Goodnight."
"Goodnight Father."
She saw him out of the door then went to the balcony. She looked out across the Pelennor Fields and her tears started to flow. It was so unfair, why did she have to marry Tethril and not someone like Legolas? A few minutes later there was a quiet knock at the door. She knew it would be Legolas.
"Come in," she called, wiping her tears quickly and straightening herself out.
Legolas entered to see her out at the balcony, her back facing him. He sidled up beside her but she turned her face away, so that he couldn't see it. He put his hand upon her damp cheek and turned it towards him. Legolas had a concerned look upon his face as Faranthir looked up to see him.
"Why are you crying? Did I upset you today?" he asked.
She cupped his cheek and smiled, which instantly made her sad expression pass.
"No, my lord. You have done nothing wrong."
Her skin was cold to his touch.
"Then come inside and tell me what is wrong then."
He led her inside and shut the balcony windows behind them. Faranthir sat down on the bed, her head resting against the wall.
"My father has told me that I am to marry a month earlier," the tears started to well up again, "I can't take it Legolas! If my father gives me away, he will condemn me to death, I know it. I cannot tell my father, or this man will condemn me to death. I am helpless, Legolas. Nothing I can do will change this. Perhaps I should look forward to death. At least then Tethril cannot punish me for living."
"No, Faranthir. Do not say such things! Is that his name? Tethril? Well, I will help you. I can protect you and you know I would never hurt you."
"Would you do that for me?"
"Yes, Faranthir, of course I would! You are something special, but you are like a bird that has had its wings clipped."
"Thank you," she whispered as she leant into his arms, "Legolas?"
"Yes, my Princess?"
"Would you stay here tonight? I don't want to be alone."
"Of course," was his short and simple reply. He lay her down on the bed and took his boots and tunic off, leaving a silver shirt and trousers on. She took off her riding dress leaving on a long white dress, which was beneath it. She slipped under the covers shortly followed by Legolas. Faranthir kissed him softly then lay down by him, her arm wrapped across his torso.
For Faranthir, it was the first time she had ever felt safe at night with a man by her side.
"Is this what you want Faranthir? You and I? Together?" he asked her.
Her green eyes gazed into his blue ones, "Yes, very much so," she replied sleepily and closed her eyes.
He smiled and kissed her forehead and stroked it until she fell asleep. They were both content. They knew that this time it was right for them to be together and perhaps it could work out.