A/N: Thank you to all who reviewed.
Reviewers:
DramaQueen007: Hey, thanks for reviewing. As for you-know-who, you can have him. I don't like him that much, anyways. I'd rather have another certain you-know-who, so, good luck!
cherryfaerie: I'm really glad you are interested in this story. Sorry it took me so long to update. I've been really business lately. Hey, would you mind telling other people about my story? It would be a great help.
Natasha: If you are reading this, I'd like to thank you for that advice. Constructive criticism is always welcome. I'd really appreciate it if you would read my story, though. Don't always judge a book by its cover.
Disclaimer: Any of JRR Tolkien's characters are not mine.
Chapter Three
Legolas watched Fonia until she disappeared into the palace. Legolas sighed.
"So, we saw you and our sister deep in conversation. What were you two talking about?" Elladan asked as he walked into the barn with Elrohir.
Legolas gave the twins a smirk. "That is none of your business. I told Fonia I wouldn't tell you two anything. If you want answers, you're going to have to talk to your sister." He left the barn.
"Geeze, he always keeps secrets from us," whined Elrohir.
"Yeah. I bet they were talking about us," sighed Elladan.
"You're probably right. We might as well go ask Fonia. Legolas won't tell us anything." The brothers walked out of the barn and headed to their sister's room.
Fonia hung her bow, quiver, and blades back in their spots above the fireplace. She actually enjoyed the time she spent with Legolas.
Knock, knock, knock was heard on her door.
"Come in!" she shouted as she set her blades in place.
"Mana le quets. He wouldn't tell us, so we demand you tell us!" shouted Elrohir.
"Tell you what?" she asked.
"Don't play stupid, Fonia. We saw you talking to him," replied Elladan.
"We'll tell Ada that you won't tell us what you two were talking about!"
"Go ahead!" Fonia shouted, getting angry. "He'll just tell you two to quit being so nosey." There came another knock on her door.
"Lady Fonia, Lord Elrond requests your presence in his study immediately." The messenger left and shut the door.
"As soon as I can, I will leave Rivendell and go as far away from you two as possible." She left her room, leaving Elladan and Elrohir in silence.
"You don't think she means it, do you?" Elladan asked his brother.
"You know, I really don't know."
Fonia stood outside the door of her father's study. She knocked on the door.
"Come in..." he said. She slowly opened the door, stepped inside the room, and shut the door behind her.
"You wanted to see me, Ada?" she asked.
"Yes, Fonia. Please sit down." She sat down across from him. "I have received a letter this morning. There is to be a ball at Mirkwood. Elladan, Elrohir, and Arwen will be going. You have become a very responsible young female. Would you like to go to the ball?" She rushed over to Elrond and threw her arms around his neck.
"Yes, I'd love to go!" a big smile was plastered on her face. Elrond then pulled out a ring from his pocket and slipped it onto her right ring finger. "It's beautiful!" she exclaimed. The silver band was very thin, with a small blue sapphire in the center.
"It was your mother's when she was your age. She wanted you to have it at the age when she got it." He grew quiet.
"Thank you!" she said happily, hugging him again. "When is it?"
"In about two months," he replied, smiling at his daughter.
"I love you, Ada!" It was getting late in the evening, so she decided to go eat dinner.
"And Fonia, don't you ever take it off until the day you get married!" he shouted after her.
Fonia stood in the entrance of the dining hall and looked around. Elladan and Elrohir weren't in their seats, so Fonia made her way to her own seat. She was still mad at her brothers for asking private questions, and she didn't want to look at them. She reached out her hand to pull her chair out, but was stopped by Legolas, who pulled it out for her.
"Let me get that for you," he said, smiling at her.
"Thank you," she said, sitting down. He pushed in her chair and sat down across the table from her. "So, are you enjoying your time in Rivendell, Legolas?" she asked, trying to break the silence.
"It has been wonderful. It seems like I have been here for months. It has been so relaxing." He sighed. "I have to leave in about a month to prepare for the ball in Mirkwood."
"Do you want to go?" Fonia asked. She never heard his answer, because Arwen sat down next to Legolas, and Fonia's brothers sat down on either side of her. "Great," she thought, growing silent and looking down at her lap. Legolas watched her, and his gaze landed on the ring she wore. The sapphire was a deep blue, and it captivated him. He quickly snapped out of the trance when he realized he was being talked to.
"Legolas," said Elrond. "I pray you are enjoying your time in Rivendell?"
"Yes, My lord. Thank you," he replied, smiling.
About an hour passed, and Fonia had had enough of her brothers.
"Ada, may I please be excused? I don't feel well." Her eyes pleaded with him.
"Yes, Fonia, you may. Please get some rest."
"Okay." She stood up from her seat, and gave her father a hug. "Good night," she whispered, heading out of the dining hall. Instead of going to her room, she went outside. She hated lying to her father, but she needed to get away from her brothers.
Looking behind her, and seeing no one, she ran off the main path and into the woods, down the invisible trails that she knew only too well. She headed to her pond. She discovered it long ago as a young elf, and she found it a place of solitude.
She arrived at her pond about five minutes later, and sat down next to the edge. Bringing her knees up to her chest, she re-wound that day's events. She had had a wonderful time with Legolas, but her brothers had to ruin it all by asking a bunch of questions. She bent her head down, tears slipping down her cheeks, and cried herself to sleep.
A/N: Well, I was going to stop here, but I figured, hey, what would be the harm in making it a little longer. Besides, I already have the next chapter written out, and I'd rather get it out now than wait a long time to update. Continuing on, now...
Legolas awoke early that morning, and he didn't know why. He felt something calling to him. He got dressed, put on a warm cloak, and headed outside. The cold morning air nipped at his ears, and he pulled his cloak closer around him.
The ground squelched every time he took a step. "It must have rained last night," he thought. Walking off the main trail, he realized he was on the invisible trail to his pond, the pond where he went to get away from it all.
The sky grew cloudy, and it began to rain. Legolas pulled his good above his head and continued. Rain wouldn't stop him.
He grew closer to the clearing with each step he took, and before he knew it, he was there. He looked around the clearing, and his gaze landed on a shivering, soaked female elf. Her dress clung to her skin, revealing her slender form.
He walked over to her and kneeled down, scooping up her feather-light body in his arms.
"Fonia," he whispered. "Let her be alright." He turned and hurried back to the palace.
Fonia was freezing cold, but when this elf picked her up, not knowing it was Legolas, she felt warm all over. Unconsciously, she snuggled closer to him, making Legolas feel weird with Fonia in his arms. Legolas' clothes were soaked with water. She could see very little, but what she could see of him were his well-defined chest muscles. She could feel his strong arms holding her against him. She tried to look up to get a clear picture of his face, but everything went blurry.
Legolas looked down at Fonia and saw her eyes open for moment, but they immediately closed, and she went unconscious.
"Father, I looked everywhere, and she is nowhere to be found." Arwen said as she entered her father's study.
"And Legolas wasn't in his room when we got there," said Elladan.
"He better not be doing anything with my little sister," Elrohir growled under his breath, and Arwen punched him in the shoulder.
"Don't always jump to such conclusions," scolded Arwen. "Legolas wouldn't do that." Arwen was younger than her brothers, but there were times that she had to act as their mother. She walked over to the window, sighed, and looked into the rain.
"Do my eyes deceive me?" asked Arwen. Elrond, Elladan, and Elrohir walked over to the window. They saw a soaked Legolas carrying an equally soaked Fonia, whose dress was muddy. Elladan and Elrohir rushed out of the room and to Legolas as fast as they could.
"What happened?" asked Elladan.
"Is she okay?" asked Elrohir.
Legolas ignored them and continued walking up the path. He walked up the front steps and stopped at the door, where Elrond and Arwen were waiting for him.
Elrond looked at the unconscious form of his daughter, fear growing in his eyes.
"My lord, it seems as if your daughter slept outside last night in the rain. If we don't do something now, she might..." Legolas' voice died away. He couldn't bring himself to think of Fonia's fate. "Wait," he thought. "Why am I thinking about this? Her father is a very good healer. He wouldn't let her..." He couldn't think it. "She's going to be alright."
"Please, follow me," said Elrond, and he headed to Fonia's room. Arwen, Elladan, and Elrohir trailed behind silently.
They arrived at Fonia's room a couple minutes later, and setting her down on her bed, he stared at her unconscious form.
"Arwen," said Elrond suddenly, making Legolas jump out of his daze. "Go get my healing supplies."
"Yes, Ada," she replied, and quickly left.
Legolas turned to leave, but was stopped.
"Legolas, could I have a word with you?"
"As you wish, my lord." Legolas slowly closed the door, leaving Elladan and Elrohir alone and in confusion.
"Do you think she'll be okay?" Elladan asked his brother, who was deep in thought.
Elrohir shrugged his shoulders. "I honestly have no clue. She had better..." Elrohir suddenly grew silent as Arwen came back with Elrond's healing supplies. She went into the room, and shut the door, but not fast enough.
They saw the limp form of their sister lying on her bed, blankets heaped on her. Her skin was pale, as if a pool of pale moonlight had been poured upon her. They saw her body lightly shaking and beads of perspiration on her forehead. They also saw Legolas sitting next to her bed with his head in his hands, all before Arwen shut the door.
"I have a feeling something is happening between those two," muttered Elladan, shaking his head.
A few hours passed by, when finally Elrond and Arwen came out of Fonia's room, a look of satisfaction on their faces. Elrohir and Elladan quickly stood up from their sitting position on the floor.
"She will get better," Elrond said, sighing. "She just needs to stay in bed for a while." Arwen smiled at her father and then left.
"Can we go in to see her?" they chimed.
"She's asleep, so there is really no point, but you may go in for a couple of minutes."
"Where is Legolas?" asked Elrohir. "I need to ask him a question."
"He left ages ago. You two must have missed him," replied Elrond, turning to leave. "Don't stay in Fonia's room for too long!" he shouted over his shoulder.
Elladan and Elrohir slowly opened Fonia's door and stepped into the dark room, shutting the door behind them. They sat down in chairs next to her bed. She wasn't as pale as when they had last seen her, but she still lacked color.
Elladan, who was closest to her, held her icy-cold hand in his own, rubbing it occasionally.
"I wonder what she was doing last night..."thought Elrohir. A couple minutes passed in silence.
"I hope she gets better soon," said Elladan, gently setting his sister's hand back on the bed and stood up, followed by Elrohir. They walked slowly over to the door and opened it, took one last look at their sleeping sister, and shut the door.
Legolas looked into the darkening room from where he stood on the balcony. Elladan and Elrohir had just left the room. He waited a minute before coming back into Fonia's room. Elrond truly thought he had left the room, but he had just been sitting on the balcony, thinking about why she was outside late at night.
"Maybe her brothers are giving her a hard time," he thought to himself. He took one last look at her and left the room.
A/N: Well, how did you guys like it? I thought it would be better to put these two chapters together, just because I may not be able to update for a while. Please review!!! Thank you!!!
Elven at Heart
Reviewers:
DramaQueen007: Hey, thanks for reviewing. As for you-know-who, you can have him. I don't like him that much, anyways. I'd rather have another certain you-know-who, so, good luck!
cherryfaerie: I'm really glad you are interested in this story. Sorry it took me so long to update. I've been really business lately. Hey, would you mind telling other people about my story? It would be a great help.
Natasha: If you are reading this, I'd like to thank you for that advice. Constructive criticism is always welcome. I'd really appreciate it if you would read my story, though. Don't always judge a book by its cover.
Disclaimer: Any of JRR Tolkien's characters are not mine.
Chapter Three
Legolas watched Fonia until she disappeared into the palace. Legolas sighed.
"So, we saw you and our sister deep in conversation. What were you two talking about?" Elladan asked as he walked into the barn with Elrohir.
Legolas gave the twins a smirk. "That is none of your business. I told Fonia I wouldn't tell you two anything. If you want answers, you're going to have to talk to your sister." He left the barn.
"Geeze, he always keeps secrets from us," whined Elrohir.
"Yeah. I bet they were talking about us," sighed Elladan.
"You're probably right. We might as well go ask Fonia. Legolas won't tell us anything." The brothers walked out of the barn and headed to their sister's room.
Fonia hung her bow, quiver, and blades back in their spots above the fireplace. She actually enjoyed the time she spent with Legolas.
Knock, knock, knock was heard on her door.
"Come in!" she shouted as she set her blades in place.
"Mana le quets. He wouldn't tell us, so we demand you tell us!" shouted Elrohir.
"Tell you what?" she asked.
"Don't play stupid, Fonia. We saw you talking to him," replied Elladan.
"We'll tell Ada that you won't tell us what you two were talking about!"
"Go ahead!" Fonia shouted, getting angry. "He'll just tell you two to quit being so nosey." There came another knock on her door.
"Lady Fonia, Lord Elrond requests your presence in his study immediately." The messenger left and shut the door.
"As soon as I can, I will leave Rivendell and go as far away from you two as possible." She left her room, leaving Elladan and Elrohir in silence.
"You don't think she means it, do you?" Elladan asked his brother.
"You know, I really don't know."
Fonia stood outside the door of her father's study. She knocked on the door.
"Come in..." he said. She slowly opened the door, stepped inside the room, and shut the door behind her.
"You wanted to see me, Ada?" she asked.
"Yes, Fonia. Please sit down." She sat down across from him. "I have received a letter this morning. There is to be a ball at Mirkwood. Elladan, Elrohir, and Arwen will be going. You have become a very responsible young female. Would you like to go to the ball?" She rushed over to Elrond and threw her arms around his neck.
"Yes, I'd love to go!" a big smile was plastered on her face. Elrond then pulled out a ring from his pocket and slipped it onto her right ring finger. "It's beautiful!" she exclaimed. The silver band was very thin, with a small blue sapphire in the center.
"It was your mother's when she was your age. She wanted you to have it at the age when she got it." He grew quiet.
"Thank you!" she said happily, hugging him again. "When is it?"
"In about two months," he replied, smiling at his daughter.
"I love you, Ada!" It was getting late in the evening, so she decided to go eat dinner.
"And Fonia, don't you ever take it off until the day you get married!" he shouted after her.
Fonia stood in the entrance of the dining hall and looked around. Elladan and Elrohir weren't in their seats, so Fonia made her way to her own seat. She was still mad at her brothers for asking private questions, and she didn't want to look at them. She reached out her hand to pull her chair out, but was stopped by Legolas, who pulled it out for her.
"Let me get that for you," he said, smiling at her.
"Thank you," she said, sitting down. He pushed in her chair and sat down across the table from her. "So, are you enjoying your time in Rivendell, Legolas?" she asked, trying to break the silence.
"It has been wonderful. It seems like I have been here for months. It has been so relaxing." He sighed. "I have to leave in about a month to prepare for the ball in Mirkwood."
"Do you want to go?" Fonia asked. She never heard his answer, because Arwen sat down next to Legolas, and Fonia's brothers sat down on either side of her. "Great," she thought, growing silent and looking down at her lap. Legolas watched her, and his gaze landed on the ring she wore. The sapphire was a deep blue, and it captivated him. He quickly snapped out of the trance when he realized he was being talked to.
"Legolas," said Elrond. "I pray you are enjoying your time in Rivendell?"
"Yes, My lord. Thank you," he replied, smiling.
About an hour passed, and Fonia had had enough of her brothers.
"Ada, may I please be excused? I don't feel well." Her eyes pleaded with him.
"Yes, Fonia, you may. Please get some rest."
"Okay." She stood up from her seat, and gave her father a hug. "Good night," she whispered, heading out of the dining hall. Instead of going to her room, she went outside. She hated lying to her father, but she needed to get away from her brothers.
Looking behind her, and seeing no one, she ran off the main path and into the woods, down the invisible trails that she knew only too well. She headed to her pond. She discovered it long ago as a young elf, and she found it a place of solitude.
She arrived at her pond about five minutes later, and sat down next to the edge. Bringing her knees up to her chest, she re-wound that day's events. She had had a wonderful time with Legolas, but her brothers had to ruin it all by asking a bunch of questions. She bent her head down, tears slipping down her cheeks, and cried herself to sleep.
A/N: Well, I was going to stop here, but I figured, hey, what would be the harm in making it a little longer. Besides, I already have the next chapter written out, and I'd rather get it out now than wait a long time to update. Continuing on, now...
Legolas awoke early that morning, and he didn't know why. He felt something calling to him. He got dressed, put on a warm cloak, and headed outside. The cold morning air nipped at his ears, and he pulled his cloak closer around him.
The ground squelched every time he took a step. "It must have rained last night," he thought. Walking off the main trail, he realized he was on the invisible trail to his pond, the pond where he went to get away from it all.
The sky grew cloudy, and it began to rain. Legolas pulled his good above his head and continued. Rain wouldn't stop him.
He grew closer to the clearing with each step he took, and before he knew it, he was there. He looked around the clearing, and his gaze landed on a shivering, soaked female elf. Her dress clung to her skin, revealing her slender form.
He walked over to her and kneeled down, scooping up her feather-light body in his arms.
"Fonia," he whispered. "Let her be alright." He turned and hurried back to the palace.
Fonia was freezing cold, but when this elf picked her up, not knowing it was Legolas, she felt warm all over. Unconsciously, she snuggled closer to him, making Legolas feel weird with Fonia in his arms. Legolas' clothes were soaked with water. She could see very little, but what she could see of him were his well-defined chest muscles. She could feel his strong arms holding her against him. She tried to look up to get a clear picture of his face, but everything went blurry.
Legolas looked down at Fonia and saw her eyes open for moment, but they immediately closed, and she went unconscious.
"Father, I looked everywhere, and she is nowhere to be found." Arwen said as she entered her father's study.
"And Legolas wasn't in his room when we got there," said Elladan.
"He better not be doing anything with my little sister," Elrohir growled under his breath, and Arwen punched him in the shoulder.
"Don't always jump to such conclusions," scolded Arwen. "Legolas wouldn't do that." Arwen was younger than her brothers, but there were times that she had to act as their mother. She walked over to the window, sighed, and looked into the rain.
"Do my eyes deceive me?" asked Arwen. Elrond, Elladan, and Elrohir walked over to the window. They saw a soaked Legolas carrying an equally soaked Fonia, whose dress was muddy. Elladan and Elrohir rushed out of the room and to Legolas as fast as they could.
"What happened?" asked Elladan.
"Is she okay?" asked Elrohir.
Legolas ignored them and continued walking up the path. He walked up the front steps and stopped at the door, where Elrond and Arwen were waiting for him.
Elrond looked at the unconscious form of his daughter, fear growing in his eyes.
"My lord, it seems as if your daughter slept outside last night in the rain. If we don't do something now, she might..." Legolas' voice died away. He couldn't bring himself to think of Fonia's fate. "Wait," he thought. "Why am I thinking about this? Her father is a very good healer. He wouldn't let her..." He couldn't think it. "She's going to be alright."
"Please, follow me," said Elrond, and he headed to Fonia's room. Arwen, Elladan, and Elrohir trailed behind silently.
They arrived at Fonia's room a couple minutes later, and setting her down on her bed, he stared at her unconscious form.
"Arwen," said Elrond suddenly, making Legolas jump out of his daze. "Go get my healing supplies."
"Yes, Ada," she replied, and quickly left.
Legolas turned to leave, but was stopped.
"Legolas, could I have a word with you?"
"As you wish, my lord." Legolas slowly closed the door, leaving Elladan and Elrohir alone and in confusion.
"Do you think she'll be okay?" Elladan asked his brother, who was deep in thought.
Elrohir shrugged his shoulders. "I honestly have no clue. She had better..." Elrohir suddenly grew silent as Arwen came back with Elrond's healing supplies. She went into the room, and shut the door, but not fast enough.
They saw the limp form of their sister lying on her bed, blankets heaped on her. Her skin was pale, as if a pool of pale moonlight had been poured upon her. They saw her body lightly shaking and beads of perspiration on her forehead. They also saw Legolas sitting next to her bed with his head in his hands, all before Arwen shut the door.
"I have a feeling something is happening between those two," muttered Elladan, shaking his head.
A few hours passed by, when finally Elrond and Arwen came out of Fonia's room, a look of satisfaction on their faces. Elrohir and Elladan quickly stood up from their sitting position on the floor.
"She will get better," Elrond said, sighing. "She just needs to stay in bed for a while." Arwen smiled at her father and then left.
"Can we go in to see her?" they chimed.
"She's asleep, so there is really no point, but you may go in for a couple of minutes."
"Where is Legolas?" asked Elrohir. "I need to ask him a question."
"He left ages ago. You two must have missed him," replied Elrond, turning to leave. "Don't stay in Fonia's room for too long!" he shouted over his shoulder.
Elladan and Elrohir slowly opened Fonia's door and stepped into the dark room, shutting the door behind them. They sat down in chairs next to her bed. She wasn't as pale as when they had last seen her, but she still lacked color.
Elladan, who was closest to her, held her icy-cold hand in his own, rubbing it occasionally.
"I wonder what she was doing last night..."thought Elrohir. A couple minutes passed in silence.
"I hope she gets better soon," said Elladan, gently setting his sister's hand back on the bed and stood up, followed by Elrohir. They walked slowly over to the door and opened it, took one last look at their sleeping sister, and shut the door.
Legolas looked into the darkening room from where he stood on the balcony. Elladan and Elrohir had just left the room. He waited a minute before coming back into Fonia's room. Elrond truly thought he had left the room, but he had just been sitting on the balcony, thinking about why she was outside late at night.
"Maybe her brothers are giving her a hard time," he thought to himself. He took one last look at her and left the room.
A/N: Well, how did you guys like it? I thought it would be better to put these two chapters together, just because I may not be able to update for a while. Please review!!! Thank you!!!
Elven at Heart