Hey! I am so, so sorry I can't believe it has been almost 10 months since
I have updated. My only excuses were school and that I now have a job, but
since summer is now here I will update more frequently. I also am going to
apologize, because I haven't re-read your reviews to answer any questions,
I promise I will have the answers by the next chapter. (Hopefully)
Thanks,
-Cerelina
And on with the story! And More of Legolas for you!
Disclaimer: J.R.R. Tolkien owns all of Middle Earth and her people. Silverwoods, and the elves from any of the fiction Kingdoms, like Alexandria, and Icicle Empire are mine. If a name is used in here, and is in your story I apologize, I did not steal it, I got most of my names from babynames.com This story is A.U. in Middle Earth, if it sounds like own of your stories, or one you have read, PLEASE let me know. I am sure there is a plot like this somewhere, and I did not steal it from you.
Chapter Four: To Wait
Early the following morning the sun rose, shining beautifully after the violence of last night, onto Mirkwood. There was no breeze as if the wind laid in wait, ready to extract its revenge. The village was quiet, no children were running among the talans, laughing, and the usual chatter of the she-elves as they accomplished their chores was also not heard. All made as little as possible, thinking that an orc was going to jump out behind a branch.
Legolas's and his hunting party were currently occupying one of the Guard Talans near the edge of the village. Runners were sent to the nearby villages so they could prepare for the orcs, just in case, and that a hunting party was soon following. Now the party waited for the responses incase a certain village was in need.
"Legolas, I am surprised to see you here especially, since your soul mate is lying unconscious in bed down there." Alione faced turned into a smirk, which was quickly followed by scowl when Legolas did not respond.
"Alione, could you just check our supplies incase a runner comes, and we need to leave? Thanks." Lysander asked Alione, in a clear dismissal, and then turned to Legolas.
Lysander tried to think when the problems began between his friend and Alione. The two had an unpleasant history. Since a young age they have competed in almost everything, from archery, to tracking to military strategizing. Alione, always feeling he was better then Legolas, but pushed aside, because Legolas was the prince, he was always handed everything on a silver platter. However, Lysander knew differently. When the King told him and his hunting party that Legolas was going to join them, they were hesitant, about having the future ruler of their home joining them, believing he knew only politics, and was their prince and they did not want to see him hurt. Years of private training from the best teachers, advisors, and military strategists, soon made him welcome, and now they were a family, except for Alione.
"Well I believe, if my calculations are correct that makes it 515 to 511. Legolas once again gains more of an edge against his opponent! I know I have this written down somewhere, just where?" Lysander grinned up at Legolas, who was fighting the urge to roll his eyes, as he lounged against the railing.
"Lysander." The other responded warning him. However Lysander only grinned.
"Legolas, you should know better by know. He will never give up until he takes away your honor, and publicly shows he is the better of the two of you. Plus you should have told him ' My soul mate was struck to the temple be an orc club, and she is only sleeping now. However, if your soul mate is anything like you, I would bet my best bow she would still be unconscious.' " Lysander answered, while grinning as if he was still an elfling and was just caught stealing the cookies from the palaces, and to hide the evidence ate them.
Legolas sighed knowing the first part, was true and depending on what has seen of his soul mate the second part would also be true. His mind once again sought reassurance, and his eyes glanced toward the northeast part of the village where her talan was. He wanted to be back at her side to see her awake, to get to know her, to protect her, just to have her near him, almost made him return to her side, he took an involuntary step as if to go to her, yet he shook his head, and reminded himself he was the prince, and right now he had duties to see to. He forced himself to come up with a plan for when the runners returned. He then realized that in an indirect way he was protecting her. He was content to accept that for the time being and he turned to Mifel to discuss the plans.
Fiona, Keeper of the Written Word, was riffling through the parchment records in her study, trying to discover any new information about the current events that had befallen the Fire and Air Guardians. In a very unlike elven manner, she dropped the records with a frustrated sigh, as she placed her head in her hands. The report on her desk told her the princes' were furious, more with Mirkwood, and them selves, than at the situation. Fiona whole-heartedly agreed, after all, not using magic left little defense other than hand weapons, even though all of the guards, Katanya, and Zefira, knew almost every weapon, The Guardians were still only female, and that limited their strength. From the connection between the twins, Prince Gabriel discovered, that Katanya, acting unusual tried to save Zefira, and Laverne as a normal she-elf. There were only several excuses for that, and Fiona figured it was from keeping the glamour up for so long, and not getting any rest after she healed lethal wounds, and healed the Fairy Queen after the birth. Fiona had to admit along with everyone else that Katanya was remarkable at what she can do, no one has healing powers that come close to hers and she is a guardian on top of that. Many believed that Katanya has surpassed many of her predecessors, with the exception of the first White Rose, and her immediate predecessor, she was easily among the top five White Roses since the title came into being. Yet, Katanya never slowed down to rest, or to even keep up with her princess duties. Katanya firmly believed making sure that there should be no loss to a family, because of the Shadow and the Dark Prince. Strands of her strawberry-blond hair floated down to frame her face, as she shook her head.
"It is not my place to question, and worry of the White Rose. She ca take care of almost anything, which is why she is the White Rose." Fiona whispered as her eyes sought the comfort of the sparkling ocean that was viewable from her window. Yet she did worry, as would the Healing Tower, and its order, until further news reached them. The sounds of the waves were the only comfort to her thoughts.
Chapter Four done. Again I am so sorry for taking ever to update. I will try to have the answers to any questions you have. Please review and tell me what you think!
-Cerelina
Thanks,
-Cerelina
And on with the story! And More of Legolas for you!
Disclaimer: J.R.R. Tolkien owns all of Middle Earth and her people. Silverwoods, and the elves from any of the fiction Kingdoms, like Alexandria, and Icicle Empire are mine. If a name is used in here, and is in your story I apologize, I did not steal it, I got most of my names from babynames.com This story is A.U. in Middle Earth, if it sounds like own of your stories, or one you have read, PLEASE let me know. I am sure there is a plot like this somewhere, and I did not steal it from you.
Chapter Four: To Wait
Early the following morning the sun rose, shining beautifully after the violence of last night, onto Mirkwood. There was no breeze as if the wind laid in wait, ready to extract its revenge. The village was quiet, no children were running among the talans, laughing, and the usual chatter of the she-elves as they accomplished their chores was also not heard. All made as little as possible, thinking that an orc was going to jump out behind a branch.
Legolas's and his hunting party were currently occupying one of the Guard Talans near the edge of the village. Runners were sent to the nearby villages so they could prepare for the orcs, just in case, and that a hunting party was soon following. Now the party waited for the responses incase a certain village was in need.
"Legolas, I am surprised to see you here especially, since your soul mate is lying unconscious in bed down there." Alione faced turned into a smirk, which was quickly followed by scowl when Legolas did not respond.
"Alione, could you just check our supplies incase a runner comes, and we need to leave? Thanks." Lysander asked Alione, in a clear dismissal, and then turned to Legolas.
Lysander tried to think when the problems began between his friend and Alione. The two had an unpleasant history. Since a young age they have competed in almost everything, from archery, to tracking to military strategizing. Alione, always feeling he was better then Legolas, but pushed aside, because Legolas was the prince, he was always handed everything on a silver platter. However, Lysander knew differently. When the King told him and his hunting party that Legolas was going to join them, they were hesitant, about having the future ruler of their home joining them, believing he knew only politics, and was their prince and they did not want to see him hurt. Years of private training from the best teachers, advisors, and military strategists, soon made him welcome, and now they were a family, except for Alione.
"Well I believe, if my calculations are correct that makes it 515 to 511. Legolas once again gains more of an edge against his opponent! I know I have this written down somewhere, just where?" Lysander grinned up at Legolas, who was fighting the urge to roll his eyes, as he lounged against the railing.
"Lysander." The other responded warning him. However Lysander only grinned.
"Legolas, you should know better by know. He will never give up until he takes away your honor, and publicly shows he is the better of the two of you. Plus you should have told him ' My soul mate was struck to the temple be an orc club, and she is only sleeping now. However, if your soul mate is anything like you, I would bet my best bow she would still be unconscious.' " Lysander answered, while grinning as if he was still an elfling and was just caught stealing the cookies from the palaces, and to hide the evidence ate them.
Legolas sighed knowing the first part, was true and depending on what has seen of his soul mate the second part would also be true. His mind once again sought reassurance, and his eyes glanced toward the northeast part of the village where her talan was. He wanted to be back at her side to see her awake, to get to know her, to protect her, just to have her near him, almost made him return to her side, he took an involuntary step as if to go to her, yet he shook his head, and reminded himself he was the prince, and right now he had duties to see to. He forced himself to come up with a plan for when the runners returned. He then realized that in an indirect way he was protecting her. He was content to accept that for the time being and he turned to Mifel to discuss the plans.
Fiona, Keeper of the Written Word, was riffling through the parchment records in her study, trying to discover any new information about the current events that had befallen the Fire and Air Guardians. In a very unlike elven manner, she dropped the records with a frustrated sigh, as she placed her head in her hands. The report on her desk told her the princes' were furious, more with Mirkwood, and them selves, than at the situation. Fiona whole-heartedly agreed, after all, not using magic left little defense other than hand weapons, even though all of the guards, Katanya, and Zefira, knew almost every weapon, The Guardians were still only female, and that limited their strength. From the connection between the twins, Prince Gabriel discovered, that Katanya, acting unusual tried to save Zefira, and Laverne as a normal she-elf. There were only several excuses for that, and Fiona figured it was from keeping the glamour up for so long, and not getting any rest after she healed lethal wounds, and healed the Fairy Queen after the birth. Fiona had to admit along with everyone else that Katanya was remarkable at what she can do, no one has healing powers that come close to hers and she is a guardian on top of that. Many believed that Katanya has surpassed many of her predecessors, with the exception of the first White Rose, and her immediate predecessor, she was easily among the top five White Roses since the title came into being. Yet, Katanya never slowed down to rest, or to even keep up with her princess duties. Katanya firmly believed making sure that there should be no loss to a family, because of the Shadow and the Dark Prince. Strands of her strawberry-blond hair floated down to frame her face, as she shook her head.
"It is not my place to question, and worry of the White Rose. She ca take care of almost anything, which is why she is the White Rose." Fiona whispered as her eyes sought the comfort of the sparkling ocean that was viewable from her window. Yet she did worry, as would the Healing Tower, and its order, until further news reached them. The sounds of the waves were the only comfort to her thoughts.
Chapter Four done. Again I am so sorry for taking ever to update. I will try to have the answers to any questions you have. Please review and tell me what you think!
-Cerelina