Sorry about the confusion in the last chapter. Lunian knows Legolas loves her, and he knows she loves him. The problem is Lunian STILL hasn't remembered what happened in her past life. She's fallen in love with Legolas within the last year or so, in this life.
Hope that clears things up a bit. And yes, I realize this is a short chapter. Sorry, but that's how it ended up.
The Hobbit Ivy: You would think, wouldn't you? My excuse: His eyes change color by emotion, and are currently darker than she usually would have seen in her past life.
Mashimaro-San: You mean no one CAN help her, right? Because she doesn't know who her past lover was.
Akeryou-Inuyasha-2112: I knew too. ; ) If you like AU Inuyasha fics, mightn't I recomend 'A Fighter's Story'? I can't think of the author, but if you go (long pathway here) through my C2 communities, to All The Best, then to Tsalagi wesa's favs, it's listed there. Be warned, though-it's a long read.
sarah: Did the note above clear it up? If not, let me know. You weren't the only one who was apparently confused.
IvannethFuin: The problem is that wouldn't make much of a story. Okay, really, I have a reason: If they try to go to the next step while she isn't clear about all that happened before, if she has any doubt, any uncertainty, things could go wrong during their soul-binding, which is irreversable. To avoid eternal pain of being so close and yet not close enough, he's willing-as is everyone else- to wait until she remembers everything (or practically everything) on her own. She still is completely clueless about the lover of her past life. She HAS to remember him.
Krystyn-Lea: Well, thanks! I've definately had that sort of experience before-find a great story which draws me in, have to go to class, bookmark it, come back to the lab to find someone else is on the computer with the bookmarks... LOL.
Laurenke1: If you're still confused after the first part of the authors note, let me know specifics and I'll do my best to get things cleared up for you.
Miraen: Well, no real plot points, but no, Cara's going to be a good girl.
Faith Destroyer: Well, welcome. You're writing a Remus/oc? Have any favs to point me to (complete, please, my time is limited and I don't like to start something I can't finish then, because I usually can't find them again).
Okay, now that questions are more or less answered/dodged, I'm going to end there because I'm on one of the least-liked computers in the lab-it flickers between green, grey, and pink just as soon as you get used to whichever color you're on.
Until next time, enjoy!
Chapter 29
Thranduil looked up, then glanced from the new arrival to his son. Legolas's eyes had lightened in shade upon seeing her, the blue orbs almost back to normal before the pain of waiting descended once more. Still, he greeted her with a small smile, running the backs of his fingers down her cheek.
Lunian smiled tenderly up at him, though there was sorrow darkening her eyes as well.
With a sigh, Thranduil sat back. "Welcome, Lunian."
"Thank you, Thranduil," she returned, her head tilting slightly as she studied his eyes. "Why do you regret?"
He smiled faintly. "I see your gift has grown stronger."
"I am completely elven this time."
"Yes." She stared at him, waiting for an answer. For an instant he wondered which of them was in power here. Then he mentally shrugged, not really caring, feeling far too old. "I regret only the pain I see two youngsters in."
She tilted her head again, having righted it while waiting. A faint smile touched her lips. Her eyes turned to Legolas, who returned her smile.
"My Lord, should we—" the elf snapped fully upright as he stared. "Lady Lunian?"
"Hello, Silomern," she answered quietly. "You look well."
"I… I am, my lady." He bowed his head to her, before beaming a bright smile at her. "We had long wondered how long—"
"Silomern!" Legolas cut in, his eyes narrowing. "Now is not the time."
"But… she is here… has she not come back to us?" He looked at Lunian's position in confusion, seeing her standing so close to his prince, her hand upon his arm, running up and down slowly, soothingly.
"Lunian yet lives with her family," Legolas answered shortly. "She visits us now."
Silomern looked at him in plain confusion, seeing the way he angled towards her, as well. He opened his mouth to protest, but slowly thought better of it, bowing his head slightly. "Forgive me, Lord, Lady."
"Well, I for one don't know what you have to be forgiven for," Lunian murmured, looking between the two males. She sighed and rolled her eyes when it was clear to all there would be no explanation forthcoming. "I would like to wander the gardens, Egola." She tipped her head slightly and kissed his cheek before wandering away, glancing curiously down the long halls.
Silomern looked up at his lords. "She has not yet remembered?"
"No," Legolas agreed.
"But…"
He smiled faintly. "Were it not so difficult, I would consider myself lucky…"
"She has fallen in love with you, my lord?"
"And I with her," he sighed, running a hand through his hair, loosening braids as he went. "Father, I would like to rescue Lunian from lost wanderings, if I could."
"As you wish," Thranduil agreed, watching his son leave with a small frown.
Legolas closed his eyes in annoyance as he finally approached Lunian, finding her looking at the two bowing elves in confusion. "Lunian?"
"Legolas," her voice was full of relief. "Which way?"
He smiled gently, taking her hand with a curt nod to the elves. "Through here is fastest," he murmured, before rethinking that as the entire kitchen went still when they entered.
The elves paused their chatter upon seeing him, and were about to resume—he often wandered in to get to the gardens or to grab something to take with him for the day—when they saw her. At once their eyes lit up, hope and happiness shining in their eyes. "Lady Lunian," one murmured.
"Lunian," an older she-elf murmured, bowing her head slightly. "You have come back?"
Lunian blinked at her. "Forsetan?" Then she frowned. "Come back? Shouldn't I yet be with my family?"
Forsetan looked up at Legolas, who lifted a brow, his face dark. She cowered slightly, unconsciously, at the look. Clearly, he was not pleased with this. "Of course you should," she agreed quickly, casting around for something more to say. "But you should spend a while with us as well, as you spent most of your life in Mirkwood and Fangorn."
Legolas looked appeased by that, and a good portion of Lunian's confusion faded.
"Do you need anything, my lord?"
"We were on our way to the garden," he murmured, weaving through the tables and elves with Lunian in tow. He let out a pent breath when they finally ended up outside.
Lunian's breath, though, caught. "Legolas," she breathed, moving forward. She slowly dropped to her knees before a familiar flower. "How…?"
He smiled faintly. "I brought some of the seeds with me, first to Mirkwood from Imladris, then to Fangorn, and finally here."
"Because… Because I liked them?" She reached out, lightly touching one small, pale blue petal, remembering the good parts about the day she had received its seeds as a gift.
He said nothing, simply drew her to her feet and led her down to a small area sheltered by trees and rock, a small trickle of water running from a fissure in the dark rock to a small pool before flowing sluggishly away. The grass was thick, interspersed with the hearty flowers she had adored for so long. The bench welcomed them, letting them rest from their journey.
