Chapter 10: An Elvish Princely Revealed

All of Edoras was in chaos. It wasn't exactly bad chaos. But if you thought that everyone running around like chickens with their heads cut off in order to get ready to leave, then Edoras was in chaos. Legolas himself had been ready to leave when they got there. So he could leave at a moments notice. So here he was, sitting on the roof of the Golden Hall again, (Surprisingly enough no one had seen him yet) having a "calm before the storm" moment.

And even though he had promised himself that she would never enter her thoughts again, she was always in his mind. One thing that had stuck out in his mind was that Lee had often spoken to him about her family (quite a lot) while they had been riding form Isengard to Edoras About her mother and father and brothers and sister. They all (in his opinion) sounded like lovely people, and he wished he could talk to them. But he knew that he couldn't and that he never would.

It was especially when she talked about her father and mother. About how her father was a pilot of something called the Millennium Falcon, (whatever that was) how he acted tough all the time, but was really an "old softie." About how her mother was a major leader in the Politics of Courasant (where she was from) and was one of the smartest and bravest people you would meet. Again, they sounded very…interesting.

Legolas could not remember his own Mother very much. She had left for the Sea when he was (by Men's standards) a little boy no older than seven or eight. And even then, the things he remembered were mostly thoughts and feelings. He could remember once his mother had been singing to him. He didn't know exactly know why, but he thought that it was because he had been scared of a thunderstorm and she was comforting him.

"Hush my Son," She smoothed the hair on his head. "Now what is the matter?"

Legolas sniffed and tried to snuggle deeper into his mother's embrace and then mumbled something.

"The thunderstorm?"

Another mumble.

"Alright. You do not have to tell me."

Yet another mumble.

"What was that?"

Legolas briefly came out from his mother's arms. "I said, can you sing me a lullaby?"

She smiled at him. "Of course I can."

Legolas brightened a little. "Can you sing the one about the sunshine?"

"The one about the sunshine?" Legolas nodded.

She hugged him closer as he sighed contentedly and closed his eyes.

"You are my sunshine,

My only sunshine,

You make me happy,

When skies are grey."

She sang softly, rocking back and forth making soothing circles on his back with her thumbs.

"You'll never know dear

How much I love you,"

She smiled at her son as he mumbled incoherently, and kept singing.

"Please don't take my sunshine…

Away…"

Knowing that her son was fast asleep, she gently laid him down and sat at the side of the bed for a few minutes, brushing the hair out of his face.

A pair of arms slid around her neck and she felt her husband (for she had seen him leaning against the door frame as she sang) kiss her head.

"He looks just like you." She twisted around to smile at him.

"Ah, but he has his mother's eyes."

She sighed contentedly as Legolas had before and leaned against her husband. "He will grow up to be a great Elf. I can feel it."

"Of course he will." Thranduil kissed the top of her head again. "With a mother like you to guide him, how could he not?"

His wife said nothing, but merely smiled again, and Thranduil could not shake the feeling that her feeling was the only way she would ever know.

"What are you doing?"

Legolas turned and found that the one person he did not want to see was in front of his face. Not to mention he was not in the best of moods. Perfect.

"Nothing."

"Well you have to be doing something, because even doing nothing is something." Lee said, mostly to herself.

He turned his head to look at her. "What?"

She opened her mouth, and then shook her head. "Never mind. Forget I said anything."

She came over and sat next to him. Legolas just kept staring ahead. She ran a hand nervously through her hair.

"Look, Legolas. I-I'm sorry about before. I was being an idiot and my oh-so-intelligent mind was jumping of accusations that weren't true, and-"

"You do not need to apologize Lee, it was also my fault." Legolas cut in, not even looking at her. She looked away, searching for something to say in response, but not finding anything that seemed appropriate for that conversation, she just changed the subject completely. Leaving his statement hang in the air.

"Well, I guess we had better head down there, and heaven forbid they leave without us." She gave him a feeble smile, which he slowly returned.

"I agree." Legolas said. "After all," his lips curled into a wider smile. "Without us, they might as well give up hope of winning the war at all."

She watched as he walked past her, preparing to go down the ivy wall. She crossed her arms. "I doubted you Blondie. You do have a sense of humor."

"When did you ever think otherwise?" He asked innocently, disappearing over the edge.

Lee merely smiled. 'I think I'm making a bad impression on him…'

Lee sat upon her newly acquired horse, (She had pointed out that she could not ride behind Legolas, because Gimli had to, so they had given her a horse. Whether that was a good idea was still to be proven) close to Legolas listening to Eomer shout at the Rohirrim.

"Now is the hour, Riders of Rohan! Oaths you have taken," He yelled, "Now, fulfill them all! To Lord and Land!" It was like an unsaid cue to make everyone go, as they all began to ride away, Legolas, Aragorn and Gimli (if you could count him as he wasn't on a horse) included, and it took a moment for Lee to catch up, but when she did, she just grinned brightly (as she seemed to do often) and said,

"I told you I could ride a horse well."

"We can see that you can ride," Aragorn said to her. "But the well part is still a debate."

"Why does no one have any faith in me?" She asked. "Am I that untrustworthy?"

"You tell us." Gimli said. "We barely know you." He raised his eyebrows. "Except for this Elvish Princely over here, who seems to know you quite well."

Legolas jabbed his elbow backwards, it running into Gimli's face. "Bite your tongue." He said scathingly.

"I shall say what I please!" Gimli cried rubbing his nose, his pride hurt, therefore making him argue with Legolas.

"Play nice boys. We wouldn't want one of you falling off his horse." Lee said, acting like a mother reprimanding her child.

On the outside she was smiling but on the inside she was frowning. An 'Elvish Princely?' she wondered. Legolas is a Prince? Of what? And all of this time while I've been being rude and saying the stupidest of things! She mentally smacked her forehead. How dumb could you get Lee? (How naive too? I mean can someone that good looking be a normal every day guy?) Remember way back when you were being a show off and comparing scored with Gimli and he said something about Legolas being an Elvish Princely? Why didn't it register in your thick skull? And though Lee was loath to admit it, this had changed everything. How was she supposed to act in front of royal people? (Why hadn't she paid attention during that lesson!?!) She frowned, thinking. But now that I think about, nobody else acts like he's royal, so maybe Gimli was joking. Or maybe they just don't care? Or maybe Legolas doesn't care? And if that's the case, then I'm no as screwed as I thought as I was.

She looked back at Legolas, who caught her eye and grinned. He tilted his head back, gesturing to Gimli and rolled his eyes. She gave him a grin to show she understood. Whatever. He doesn't seem to care all that much. Besides, if I had been too rude or had somehow insulted someone (for there was a long list of people I've been rude to) by now, then I might had been thrown in jail…if they had a jail. She thought amusedly. No sense in changing the way I act, Legolas would notice and think that something's wrong. She let a mischievous creep across her face, (one which Aragorn noticed, but pretended not to for fear of what it meant) but it would be more fun to let him sweat about it a little…

Only a few feet away, Legolas was sitting contemplating what Gimli had meant.

It was obvious that he had implied the fact that whenever Legolas and Lee were alone together they were doing a little more than talking, but that was not the case, and he knew it. (Except for that one time on top of the roof, but he wasn't sure what to make of that)

He had to admit though, Gimli was right, to a degree. Because he seemed to always be talking with Lee, or sitting with her, or eating with her, he found out things about her that no one would probably ever know. Like her favorite color was blue, she loved roses, and she had two brothers and one sister. It seemed like the little things that he didn't have to know about her where the things that he enjoyed hearing the most. So, as much as he hated to admit it, Gimli was right…sort of.

He twisted briefly in his seat. "I'm sorry I hit you in the face." He said quietly.

"S'alright laddie." Gimli grumbled. "You hit like a Lady anyway." He looked up at Legolas, (as Legolas was, as many people were, much taller than he) his eyes daring him to respond. And for once, Legolas held his tongue.

That was a lot of italics. (And two digit number chapters, fun...) But anyway. Okay, I know that there's a whole thing about Legolas' mother, and I'd like to think that she's still there, but for this whole plot line that I've somehow come up with in my mind, it works better if Legolas' mother just sailed over earlier in his life. So…what did you think? Leave a review...please…