A/N Sorry I keep forgetting his name . . . or it keeps messing me up.
Anyway my deepest apologies to Thranduil.
Chapter 2
Saurheledion stood over his sleeping mistress. This was his favorite time of day, when he enjoyed the privilege of rousing her every morning. She slept on white sheets, the chamber she had been give had blue sheets but she kindly told them of her need for white sheets as they were all she ever slept on and they had promptly been brought to her. The sheets of the purest white showed of her pale rose complexion to perfection. Her golden hair laid spread out around her and her night gown twisted around her to show off every sweet curve. Nilalqua.megilien let out a soft sigh in her sleep and Saurheledion felt his breath catch in his throat at that sweet sound. Slowly he made his way over to her bed and gently touched her shoulder using every ounce of self control not to let his hand wander down to her sweet breast. Slowly she opened her eyes and met his blue eyes with her jade green eyes. Saurheledion swallowed, "morning has broken my lady." Nilalqua.megilien stretched luxuriously and sat up smiling at him like a predator. "And where is the prince this morning?" Perhaps he is preparing breakfast for me . . . Saurheledion couldn't meet her eyes, "he left for the practice fields as the sun rose to greet the day." He chanced a glance at his mistress, the smile she had on had frozen onto her face as she comprehended this new piece of news. Finally she rose in one fluid motion and turned to her servant any trace of displeasure gone and now she looked fully the part of a queen, regal and tall in bearing with a beauty that few dare look upon. "Very well. . . I have been meaning to use my bow once more and perhaps the prince may benefit from my . . . experiences." Saurheledion allowed himself to relax into a smile as he helped prepare his mistress to meet this prince and show him how to shoot.
Legolas was in a catlike pose, stretching each muscle individually. Lossen was beside him also stretching himself before a rigorous practice. Within a few minutes both were ready and Legolas smiled at his opponent signaling that he was ready. Lossen rose to meet him and the two circled each other like they were deadly opponents instead of close boyhood friends. "How did you like the feast last night?" Legolas asked as he feinted but Lossen didn't fall for it, instead he gave ground, "very well my lord, not an annoying she-elf in sight!" Legolas then attacked in earnest trying to wrestle him to the ground. Lossen was heavier than Legolas but the prince had the advantage of flexibility, quicker reflexes, and two hundred and sixty three years of more experience . . . not that anyone was counting. The match lasted a good hour and ended only after Lossen lost concentration when he spotted a certain she-elf looking as fresh as a spring breeze slowly walking towards them from a distance. Legolas pinned him finally and then helped his friend up. "What happened?" Legolas was worried that he might have injured his friend and that is why he lost so quickly. Lossen shook his head and gazed over to where Nilalqua.megilien still slowly came towards them, a half mile off. Legolas looked at her and then back to his friend, "I can see that you were distracted." Lossen grinned at his friend, "and now I have a question . . . why are you calling her 'Nila'? I have never known you to use endearments, is it possible that she-" Legolas stopped him with a stare accompanied by a frown, "I call her 'Lady Nila'" he said but then continued with a slight smile playing about his lips, "for I can not pronounce her name for my immortal life." Lossen snickered at this taking his leave of the prince with a small bow and a mocking smile, "enjoy your company my lord."
When Nilaqua.megilien finally approached him she found Legolas sitting six feet in the air on top of the branch of an ancient willow, polishing his bow. She took her own bow out and fitted an arrow to it. With perfect form she stood opposite the targets and allowed her fair hand to loose the arrow. Her white arrow flew true and landed in the middle of the target. She turned towards the prince a challenging smile on her face; he hadn't looked up from his bow. She tried again. Moving up behind him she looked upon the great bow from Lothlorien, "You have a magnificent bow Prince Legolas. . . "He looked down at her bowing his head cordially, "My lady Nila, thank you I see you have no toy yourself." Nilaqua.megilien felt her pale cheeks brush with a rosy blush. "I was fortunate enough to have the master Fletcher craft my arrows as well as this bow." Legolas raised his eyebrows, "And do you know how to use such a fine instrument?" Nilaqua.megilien felt herself smile and her eyes light up with the challenge. She rose and this time looked over one, velvet, clad shoulder to make sure he was watching before she once more let one of her arrows loose. The arrow neatly landed in the center of the target next to her sister arrow. She turned triumphantly to Legolas's approving gaze. "I learned from childhood." "A true blessing milady, one any elf would be fortunate to have." Nilaqua.megilien positively beamed, "perhaps I can help you some time?" Legolas's face went from a look of indulging an adorable child to absolutely blank. Without moving from his perch he withdrew two arrows and shot them together. Nilaqua.megilien heard instead of the thump of the arrows hitting the target she only heard metal against metal. She saw Legolas staring evenly at her; almost unnerved by his gaze she instead of meeting it shifted her gaze around to the source of the sounds. (A/I: In a very un Mary Sueish moment) Her perfectly chiseled jaw dropped. Legolas's arrows had split both of her arrows and stopped only when they had implanted themselves in the very tip of her perfectly white arrows. "Fare thee well Lady Nila." Legolas jumped down and bowed to her, without expression he disappeared into the woods. Never had she been so insulted. . . never had any man or elf walk away from her. But he was good, she could see that, he was perfect for her. She would make sure that he would be hers . . . soon he would be.
Chapter 2
Saurheledion stood over his sleeping mistress. This was his favorite time of day, when he enjoyed the privilege of rousing her every morning. She slept on white sheets, the chamber she had been give had blue sheets but she kindly told them of her need for white sheets as they were all she ever slept on and they had promptly been brought to her. The sheets of the purest white showed of her pale rose complexion to perfection. Her golden hair laid spread out around her and her night gown twisted around her to show off every sweet curve. Nilalqua.megilien let out a soft sigh in her sleep and Saurheledion felt his breath catch in his throat at that sweet sound. Slowly he made his way over to her bed and gently touched her shoulder using every ounce of self control not to let his hand wander down to her sweet breast. Slowly she opened her eyes and met his blue eyes with her jade green eyes. Saurheledion swallowed, "morning has broken my lady." Nilalqua.megilien stretched luxuriously and sat up smiling at him like a predator. "And where is the prince this morning?" Perhaps he is preparing breakfast for me . . . Saurheledion couldn't meet her eyes, "he left for the practice fields as the sun rose to greet the day." He chanced a glance at his mistress, the smile she had on had frozen onto her face as she comprehended this new piece of news. Finally she rose in one fluid motion and turned to her servant any trace of displeasure gone and now she looked fully the part of a queen, regal and tall in bearing with a beauty that few dare look upon. "Very well. . . I have been meaning to use my bow once more and perhaps the prince may benefit from my . . . experiences." Saurheledion allowed himself to relax into a smile as he helped prepare his mistress to meet this prince and show him how to shoot.
Legolas was in a catlike pose, stretching each muscle individually. Lossen was beside him also stretching himself before a rigorous practice. Within a few minutes both were ready and Legolas smiled at his opponent signaling that he was ready. Lossen rose to meet him and the two circled each other like they were deadly opponents instead of close boyhood friends. "How did you like the feast last night?" Legolas asked as he feinted but Lossen didn't fall for it, instead he gave ground, "very well my lord, not an annoying she-elf in sight!" Legolas then attacked in earnest trying to wrestle him to the ground. Lossen was heavier than Legolas but the prince had the advantage of flexibility, quicker reflexes, and two hundred and sixty three years of more experience . . . not that anyone was counting. The match lasted a good hour and ended only after Lossen lost concentration when he spotted a certain she-elf looking as fresh as a spring breeze slowly walking towards them from a distance. Legolas pinned him finally and then helped his friend up. "What happened?" Legolas was worried that he might have injured his friend and that is why he lost so quickly. Lossen shook his head and gazed over to where Nilalqua.megilien still slowly came towards them, a half mile off. Legolas looked at her and then back to his friend, "I can see that you were distracted." Lossen grinned at his friend, "and now I have a question . . . why are you calling her 'Nila'? I have never known you to use endearments, is it possible that she-" Legolas stopped him with a stare accompanied by a frown, "I call her 'Lady Nila'" he said but then continued with a slight smile playing about his lips, "for I can not pronounce her name for my immortal life." Lossen snickered at this taking his leave of the prince with a small bow and a mocking smile, "enjoy your company my lord."
When Nilaqua.megilien finally approached him she found Legolas sitting six feet in the air on top of the branch of an ancient willow, polishing his bow. She took her own bow out and fitted an arrow to it. With perfect form she stood opposite the targets and allowed her fair hand to loose the arrow. Her white arrow flew true and landed in the middle of the target. She turned towards the prince a challenging smile on her face; he hadn't looked up from his bow. She tried again. Moving up behind him she looked upon the great bow from Lothlorien, "You have a magnificent bow Prince Legolas. . . "He looked down at her bowing his head cordially, "My lady Nila, thank you I see you have no toy yourself." Nilaqua.megilien felt her pale cheeks brush with a rosy blush. "I was fortunate enough to have the master Fletcher craft my arrows as well as this bow." Legolas raised his eyebrows, "And do you know how to use such a fine instrument?" Nilaqua.megilien felt herself smile and her eyes light up with the challenge. She rose and this time looked over one, velvet, clad shoulder to make sure he was watching before she once more let one of her arrows loose. The arrow neatly landed in the center of the target next to her sister arrow. She turned triumphantly to Legolas's approving gaze. "I learned from childhood." "A true blessing milady, one any elf would be fortunate to have." Nilaqua.megilien positively beamed, "perhaps I can help you some time?" Legolas's face went from a look of indulging an adorable child to absolutely blank. Without moving from his perch he withdrew two arrows and shot them together. Nilaqua.megilien heard instead of the thump of the arrows hitting the target she only heard metal against metal. She saw Legolas staring evenly at her; almost unnerved by his gaze she instead of meeting it shifted her gaze around to the source of the sounds. (A/I: In a very un Mary Sueish moment) Her perfectly chiseled jaw dropped. Legolas's arrows had split both of her arrows and stopped only when they had implanted themselves in the very tip of her perfectly white arrows. "Fare thee well Lady Nila." Legolas jumped down and bowed to her, without expression he disappeared into the woods. Never had she been so insulted. . . never had any man or elf walk away from her. But he was good, she could see that, he was perfect for her. She would make sure that he would be hers . . . soon he would be.