Twilight and Greeleaves
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Chapter Four
As Legolas had predicted, Aragorn did not overreact when he heard the news about what had occurred on the hunt. He just seemed relived that his daughter had escaped harm with only a broken arm. It was the news of the orcs that troubled him the most, and he and Eldarion retreated to a deep conversation on what should be done about them.
Sensing that her presence was no longer required, Adúriel retreated from the hall, both surprised and pleased when Legolas followed her.
I appreciate all that you have done for me today, she told him earnestly. If it hadn't been for you, I would not be here.You are most welcome, Legolas returned, his hands clasped behind his back as he walked with her. You are the daughter of my best friend; of course I would assist you.
Adúriel felt her heart drop alarmingly at these words. I should have known. All I am to him is a child, his best friend's daughter. I am not a friend of his in my own right, only a child. There is nothing more to it than that. Despite her inner turmoil, she outwardly remained calm and collected. Mentally she thanked her mother for the training that allowed her to keep her composure, even in the most emotional situations.
Whatever the reason, I am grateful for your assistance.
Hearing her tone become formal and polite, the Elf immediately knew that he must have said something to offend her. He regretted whatever it was, but sensed to speak of it would solve nothing, so he decided to simply let the matter pass. Do you often join your brother in the hunting parties? he inquired after an awkward pause.
Not usually, she replied evenly, still staring directly ahead. It's been a more recent occasion. Which is why I've just barely beginning to learn archery, and I'm afraid I'm failing rather miserably with it. My talent with the fighting arts lies more in my skill with a blade.Like your father, Legolas replied with a chuckle. I taught him how to shoot myself, but he always has been better with a sword. Perhaps, if you wish, I could teach you as well. It would have to be sometime after your arm has healed though.
Adùriel's face lit up, her distant attitude vanishing at once. Would you really? That would be wonderful! Then she scowled down at her arm that was still bound up in the sling. How much longer do I have to wear this blasted thing?A week, perhaps more. He chuckled at the disgusted expression that crossed her lovely features. Don't worry, I shall be more than happy to instruct you when you are ready.Thank you, she told him, flashing him a brilliant smile.
For some reason, that sweet innocent smile was enough to make his breath catch in his throat, his heart racing oddly. Immediately he chastised himself, pushing those feelings away. She is but a child, and a mortal one as well. I cannot allow myself to have feelings for her other than friendship.
The young Princess Elen came running down the hallway, pausing before them. Where have you been Adúriel? Atara has been looking for you. The girl gave Legolas a smile, her eyes sparkling with mischief. She seemed to be concealing giggles, though she remained somber. Hello Prince Legolas.Hello Elen, the Elf returned.
I was speaking with Ada, Elen, Adúriel answered, praying that her sister wouldn't say anything to embarrass her. What does Atara want me for?She didn't say, the girl responded. Her eyes were sparkling as she glanced between her sister and Legolas, seeming to be smothering snickers.
Adúriel glared at Elen, wordlessly telling her to be silent. Where is she?Come with me, Elen answered, taking her hand and pulling her along as she skipped happily down the hall.
Good day Legolas, Adúriel called out behind her, giving him one last smile before she vanished from sight with Elen.
Adúriel, there you are. Arwen rose from her seat where she had been sewing a tapestry. How is your arm?It will be fine, she assured her mother as they embraced, a bit awkwardly with her arm bound up in the sling. Elen said you wanted me for something?Ah, yes, that's right, the Queen replied with a smile. I found some books of Elven lore that my Father left me before he departed for the Undying Lands. I thought you might find them interesting.
A spark of interest had leapt into Adùriel's bright sapphire eyes. She had always been fascinated by the tales of the Elves that Arwen had told her ever since she was a toddler, and was still deeply interested in them.
Oh yes! she exclaimed. Where are they Atara?
Arwen smiled, guiding her daughter over to where she had been sitting. Next to her tapestry were three leather-bound volumes in excellent condition. The young Princess sat down on the floor, picking one up and beginning to read it at once. Her mother laughed softly, coming to sit in her old spot, picking up her tapestry once more.
As Arwen sang softly in the clear sweet language of the Elves, Adúriel found herself reading fantastic lesser-known stories about the history of the Elves. She read of betrayal and trust, battles and peace times. But perhaps the most intriguing tale was that of the romance of Lúthien Tinúviel and Beren.
She knew the tale by heart of course, but this account was written from Lúthien's own hand, up until her death. Her words were potent, full of hope and happiness for her future, but alas that her life ended with such tragedy. The last part of the tale was written in the hand of Lúthien's maid, who stayed with her mistress, even in her very last moments. She had recorded for her lady, her last words.
Alas that my love has gone! None should have to endure such tragedy and heartache, my mistress whispered in despair, her lovely face paler than snow, the light of her eyes gone. She was like the winter's night without stars, beautiful, but lifeless and cold.
For a moment, my Lady Lúthien did not speak, and I feared that she would depart from this life without a word of farewell to me. I would not leave her, even when she declared that she would not live in this world another day without her beloved Beren. Yet, she did speak again, though her voice held no joy.
Write now what I say, word for word, she told me, clinging tightly to my hand. I fear that anyone should have to go through the pain and separation I have. Therefore, I have nothing left to leave to this world but a blessing that others might not have to endure the agony of lost love.
Then Lady Tinúviel placed her hands upon the earth, even as tears poured down her cheeks, spattering the grass like rain. She kissed the grass, and pulled back. From the ground where her tears had stuck burst forth tiny gold flowers shaped like stars, and where her lips had touched bloomed silvery star blossoms.
I have given the only gift I have left, Lúthien declared softly. The flowers of gold shall be called elanor, and the silver niphredil. All that remains, is this:
When the starlight of the Eldar has faded
Only with elanor and niphredil
Sealed with love's kiss
Can restore the light to the fallen.
It was then that my Lady laid herself upon the ground, still holding my hand. Farwell then, my faithful Rinuir. Record my words well. She sighed, her lightless eyes fluttering wearily. I go to join Beren.
Adúriel blinked back tears as she finished the story, closing the book with a sigh. It pained her to think about Lúthien's tragic romance, and that her mother would share the same fate. Yet the verse of Lúthien puzzled her; she had not known that elanor and niphredil flowers had come into being from her, nor that they held any healing powers. Perhaps it was merely legend, but it was certainly a wonderful tale nonetheless.
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The air was cool, silent and peaceful. It was something that was hard to find within Minas Tirith, though it was growing easier to find places with green life within the city, thanks to the Queen. Of all the places in the White City, Legolas was certain that the gardens of Arwen were his favorite.
After parting from Adúriel, he had wandered out here to enjoy the peace and gather his thoughts. Finding a mellyrn tree that was to his liking, he had climbed it easily, perching contentedly within the highest branches. He sat there for long hours, silent and deep in thought. Something was troubling him, something that since he had looked into the bright eyes of Adúriel he had been puzzling over.
It was odd, but out of all of Aragon and Arwen's children, Adúriel was the one who looked Elven. She was the only one among her siblings with pointed ears, though her brother and sister's ears did point a bit more than normal mortal men's did. And, at times, there seemed to be a flicker of Elven starlight within those exquisite sapphire eyes, though it never lasted long. He wondered why this was, as children who were half-blooded Elves normally took after the mortal parent. But he could almost swear that if he didn't know any better, he could easily mistake Adúriel for a pure blooded Elf.
Evening had fallen as Legolas sat perched within the tall braches of the tree, but he did not stir, simply enjoying the peace of the nighttime, watching as the brilliant stars began to glitter in the sky. They were no longer veiled, as they had been in the days of the shadows, but now clear and bright. Legolas' Elven ears suddenly caught the soft sound of footsteps below, and grinned to himself, knowing of only one other in Gondor, besides himself, who could move that silently.
Good evening Lady Arwen, he called, peering down through the tangle of branches at the ground below.
The radiant Elven Queen stood beneath his tree, a gentle smile on her face. Good evening Legolas, she returned, her luminous eyes aglow in the twilight. Would you like to join me on my walk? She was clothed in an outfit of silvery blue, her dark hair loose and flowing, white gems glinting in the black strands.
Certainly, if you can wait a moment.
Legolas dropped silently from the tree, landing lightly on his feet. The Elves turned and began to walk silently through the quiet gardens. Neither spoke for several moments, content with only each other's company.
Arwen suddenly sighed, tilting her pale face heavenward. So many stars, she mused quietly. It reminds me of home.You miss Rivendell, Legolas observed, seeing the flicker of regret that crossed the Queen's features. There is no shame in it Lady Arwen. Those who leave home will always long to return there.
She cast him a sad smile. You speak with much wisdom Legolas, much more wisdom than I have perhaps.
The Elf shook his head. Nay, my Lady. You possess the wisdom of Elrond and Galadriel alike, two of the wisest people ever to grace these lands. I alas, bear only the common wisdom of the Elves. There is no divine knowledge that I possess.
Arwen laughed softly, her star bright eyes aglow. It is good to speak with you. I enjoy having a brother here to keep humble.And I am glad to have a sister to tease, Legolas returned. They walked a bit further beneath the shadows of the mellyrn trees before he spoke again. Arwen, forgive me, but I must ask this. Was it worth it? To sacrifice your immortality, your heritage, your family, all for love?
She was silent, and for a moment, Legolas feared that he had said something to offend her. Yet when Arwen raised her luminous eyes to his, there was no trace of regret or anger in their brilliant depths.
Yes, it was worth it Legolas, she replied in her soft, melodic voice. There are some things I do wish could be different. I regret the fact that my Ada will never know his grandchildren, nor they him. I fear the day I know is not far away, when my time on this world shall be through. But overall, I am content with the choice I have made. Arwen cocked her head at him, looking suddenly curious. Why do you ask Legolas? You know that I would do it again in a heartbeat, so why do you ask?I fear that I may face the same choice, the Elf replied quietly.
Arwen stopped short, turning to face him. For a long moment, she seemed to search his eyes with that penetrating, all seeing gaze. Is it who I think it is?
He wished he had never brought the topic up. I am certain of nothing, Legolas told her with a firm edge to his voice, deliberately avoiding saying anything that might reveal who was in his thoughts. Not of my feelings, nor of the Lady's.
A slight smile twitched the Elven Queen's lips. That does not surprise me somehow, that it is she that has drawn your interest. She charms all the men, so why not you as well?I have not said anything of being charmed, he told her evenly. She interests me, that is all I know.
Arwen laughed, her bright eyes aglow. You behave as though you do not wish to love or be loved, when I know that to be false. I believe it is time that you allow yourself to love Legolas.
The Elf's azure eyes clouded slightly. I fear Ada would never forgive me if I were to love a mortal maiden.
The Queen's shimmering eyes narrowed slightly. I thought Tharanduil had already not forgiven you for wanting to take to the seas. He is far too stubborn for his own good. She lowered her head slightly, as if deep in thought. However, I am not certain that your Lady is mortal.
Legolas glanced at her sideways, unable to believe what she was suggesting to him. She has to be mortal, you know that. Her mortal blood makes her mortal, no matter if she has an immortal parent. Those were the laws placed upon this world.This I know, she replied with a nod. But I cannot deny what my eyes have seen. Features more Elven than any other of half-Man half-Elven blood I have ever seen. And sometimes, though faint and often not there, the light of the stars in her eyes. Arwen gazed at him solemnly. Yet, you have seen it for yourself. You do not need me to tell you these things. Perhaps . . . but I suppose that only time will tell.
He lowered his head. Arwen had given him much more to ponder, much as her grandmother had. Legolas shook his head slightly. He had never mentioned it to any of the others, but during their stay in Lothlorien, Galadriel had come to him and had taken him to her mirror. It had been late at night, long after the others had fallen asleep and he alone remained awake. The Lady of the Golden Wood had appeared silently, beckoning for him to follow her, and so he did as she bade him.
Down a set of stone steps and into a quiet clearing Legolas had followed Galadriel until at last he stood before a stone pedestal that held a silver basin.
Will you look into the mirror, Legolas Greenleaf, son of Tharanduil?
He knew of this, and had experienced a similar magic before. What will I see, gracious Queen of my ancestors?
She smiled slightly at him. You know better than to ask such a question Elven Prince. You know how such things work.
Legolas nodded in agreement. Then perhaps a better question would be of why you bring me here. I am of little importance to this quest, save to protect the Ringbearer.
Galadriel shook her head, causing her golden locks to sway. Every life is important. Even the life of the only son of the King of Mirkwood. Were he to know that you had taken up this quest, he would not be pleased. She sighed gently, and then her sapphire eyes fixed on him. I bring you here to look at the future. Will you?
The decision was a weighted one, one he could not fathom why the Lady would offer it to him. To know the future could be a terrible burden, as he had discovered long ago. Yet when Legolas answered, his voice was steady. I shall.
She stepped silently aside, allowing him to approach the silver basin. Legolas closed his eyes briefly to prepare himself, then placing his hands on either side of the pedestal, he leaned over it to peer into its watery depths. For a moment, he only saw his own reflection and the heavens, bright with stars.
Then there were ripples, and the image shifted. There were glimpses of many battles, of halls that the Elf could not name. A white city, a black gate, followed by a man crowned with his back to Legolas. The face of Arwen appeared, but different somehow; the eye color was not quite right, nor was the innocent look on her face. Once again the water rippled, and the water filled with flames. Legolas gasped sharply, unable to drag his gaze from the horrible sight within, so consumed that he feared the awful vision within would spring forth and devour him, body and soul.
Do not disturb the water! Galadriel murmured softly, and the image faded.
My Lady! Legolas whispered. Was that a-?Speak not its name, she cut in gently. I know what you saw.Why would I see such a thing? he demanded, afraid as he had not been since the Mines of Moria. Is that to be my doom?
She only gazed back at him quietly, unmoved and calm. You know the nature of this mirror. It shows things that shall be, and some that may be. Galadriel held him within her gaze, her eyes gentle and searching. I wish you well, Legolas Greenleaf.
Legolas was startled out of his thoughts by the arrival of a young page, clad in the colors of Gondor. He was a timid young thing, proving that he had not long been at his post.
Queen Arwen? The young boy bowed to her, his head low. Forgive me for disturbing you my lady, but King Aragorn requests your presence in the great hall. The page kept his head respectfully bowed until the gentle touch of Arwen's hand startled him into lifting his gaze.
Her smile was kind, intended to ease his nervousness. Thank you. Tell my lord that I am coming.
As soon as the page had scampered off, Arwen smiled ruefully at Legolas. The duties of a Queen. Would you accompany me to the hall? I'm afraid that our conversation must be postponed until later. Legolas replied, joining Arwen as they walked through the corridors towards the hall. What do you suppose Aragorn wants you for?I suppose some visitor has come and he wishes me to greet them. Yet the worry line that creased Arwen's normally smooth brow said otherwise, as did the quickening of her steps.
They had almost reached the tall double wooden doors that led to the great hall when the sound of a young woman's laughter floated through towards the two Elves. They exchanged puzzled glances, almost at once quickening their pace. The door wardens bowed respectfully to Arwen when they caught sight of her approach before opening the doors to admit her and Legolas.
Queen Arwen and Prince Legolas, your Majesty, one of the wardens boomed out, causing all attention to turn to the pair of Elves who had entered the room.
My Lady, Aragorn replied in greeting to Arwen, kissing her briefly as she came to stand beside him. He gave Legolas a faint smile also before turning his attention aside.
Legolas followed his gaze and felt his eyes narrow. Adúriel, bright eyed and smiling, was speaking with a tall dark brown haired man. He was smiling in return, rather flirtatiously, causing the Elf to become irritated and suspicious. He noted how the man held the young Princess's hand in a rather possessive gesture, his green eyes never leaving Adúriel. Legolas turned his head to Aragon for an explanation, raising his eyebrow without a word.
His old friend's face was oddly tense, seeming as if he was struggling to hold back rage. Glancing at Arwen, Legolas was startled to see a similar expression in her eyes, though her emotions were far more obvious then Aragorn's. She was staring at the young man, her gray eyes narrowed, seeing right through him with an expression of discreet disgust. Aragorn cleared his throat, causing Adúriel and the strange young man to look up at him.
Beaming, in a way that seemed rather somehow false, the young man stepped forward, giving a short bow. It is a pleasure to see you again Queen Arwen, forgive me my rudeness as I was distracted. And I am honored to meet you Prince Legolas. King Aragorn speaks rather highly of you.I don't believe that I received your name, Legolas answered politely, though he was feeling rather irritated by this mortal. What brings you to Gondor?My name is Rhone, and I come from Edoras. As for my business. . . here the man broke off, shooting a smile at Adúriel that made the young Princess blush. I'm here to court the Princess Adúriel.