Hey lovely guys, as an reward for being a fantastic bunch of reviewers that certainly get me going all the time, I decided to reward you with a new chapter....and this one is short but will be of vital importance to the story and I think you'll find it's sweet!

Don't owe anything to do with LOTR or Tolkien's work.

Just a few personal notes to a few reviewers..........

Tiffany-45 – happy birthday! Think of this as a late birthday pressie! And "vanilla sky?" haven't gotten round to watching the film....do tell!

sahra qaxiye )

hey i was reading your story and the only thing i have to say is you are soo good i have been attempting to write a lotr fanfict my self and i am being sucked into the downpour of confusion how do you do it plz e-mail me and give me a few hints. thanks i will appreciate it. ANYWAYS KEEP WRITTING YOU STORY IS SO GOOD. i think that your spelling mistakes and grammer are tottaly dissapering by the way. good job on that plz hurry up with the story i can't wait.

In response to that – I learn from my mistakes from the very beginning and I've learnt that the key to a successful story is to keep it simple. Construct the bare bones of the story then as you go along, flesh it out. Another method that works for me but it might not work for you is that I DON'T write the story out in draft on paper. I found that I got bored with copying it to the computer and to me it felt like a long stretch of homework. I like to have creative flexibility as I go along and always change my mind at the last minute as I come up with a better plot line.

Just do a bit of research into the characters but saying this, Tolkien regarding Legoas didn't really explain his elven character and I guess that what makes Legolas a favourite with people as they can make him into who they want him to be. Act on that and come up with your own character, people admire a fresh creative idea. Don't worry if your idea seems to be like someone else's because once you get writing, it'll be completely different and its your own idea.

I read what other people write and see why are their stories are popular...I'm often surprised at what I find!

What do peeps out there think?


Servant Rule Number 16:- Know when to talk and when to keep your mouth shut.

"Morning! Did you see who Legolas studded last night?" Arkle walked into the room, straight to the point as he pointed a look at Isil as she looked up from sorting the prince's dirty laundry into piles.

"I didn't." was her reply, then she looked down to pick up a dirty, silk tunic.

Definitely needs special attention to and it joined the special attention pile.

"But you were the last one to leave the prince's tent! You didn't see anything?" Arkle wailed, determined to get his fill of gossip.

"Nothing at all. I left not long after you, I knocked over some oils and had to remain to clean it up." Isil smoothly lied, Legolas came up with the story and even further developed it by dropping a bottle of bath oil and letting it smash upon the floor, oozing its tantalising oils if anyone was to doubt the story.

Arkle glumly started cleaning the bathroom, he eventually got over his disappointment as he started singing a while after. His smooth voice held the tune well and Isil carried out her chores to the basic yet effective entertainment, her spirits high from the night before.

Keay entered the room and she faced the same interrogation from Arkle, asking whether she seen the lady the prince have bedded.

"Didn't see her at all, he was sleeping alone by the time I came by to wake him." Was her answer and she shooed Arkle away when he got too patronising.

When Isil returned from the laundry room a while later, she decided to clean the prince's weaponry. Using some polish specially for the task, she took down a hand axe from its mount on the wall and cleaned it till she could see her face in its sharp blade. Next, was the prince's white knives and they too followed the same treatment. They were tested for their sharpness and remounted on their mounts.

Isil looked at a trio of swords hanging vertically from their mounts for the scabbards pointed down. She picked one up and slid the scabbard off to start cleaning but her oil slicked hands caused her to loose her grip and the sword plunged to the ground, its razor sharp blade slicing as it clattered harmlessly to the floor.

Biting back a sob of pain, Isil saw that the sword have sliced open the palm of her hand and in a desperate attempt to stanch the bleeding, she wrapped the cleaning cloth round it. Taking a few deep breaths, she cursed when he saw that blood from her wound was dripping onto the rugs beneath her feet.

"Legolas is going to kill me!" She muttered, fighting a wave of sudden nausea. She took a deep breath, aware that her nerves and brain were weirdly reverberating, as if they were on another dimension and vibrating with its sensations. Her senses became super alert and the smell of cherry polish that usually was sweet to smell, was now sickly and Isil scrambled out onto the balcony, panicking as her body reacted in a way she never felt before.

"Isil?" a voice echoed dimly in her head and she looked around to see nothing. no one was there.

"Isil?" the voice sounded louder and more clearer and waves of emotions overwhelmed her as she sank to her knees, praying to the Valar that she haven't gone insane.


Legolas was bored, he was listening but he was bored. His father's rambling voice as he spoke before the council of advisors and guards was at best, putting him to sleep.

His mind was milling with the hundred things he would rather be doing elsewhere and Isil occupied a good half of them.

".......and with the arrival of food coming more frequently, prices have already gone down to their original level. We can now focus our attentions on pushing back the darkness we can feel of late." Thranduil spoke.

"What have Gandalf to say about the darkness that lurks in our forests?" asked one guard.

"He sent words to me that he suspects the act of Sauron is to do with it. As you know, the dark lord has been rumoured to be stirring but we need more conclusive evidence than the frequent spiders and orcs we usually have." Thranduil replied.

Legolas listened but said nothing, his fingers fidgeted as he let the conversation about him drift. He already knew what his father was telling them as he was already told. But he, as usual was required in presence for he was prince.

He looked at a councillor opposite him telling the council of weapons they would need, when suddenly there was a great slice of pain in his right hand that caused him to hiss loudly in pain.

"Legolas?" his father asked, all eyes on him as he looked down inquiringly at his hand that continuously throbbed in unbelievable pain yet showed no sign of any injury.

Legolas is going to kill me! his head echoed and immediately he recognised the voice.

Isil? his mind replied, seeking her out through a gauzy like curtain of emotions, sensations and distance.

Isil?

Nothing answered him but his soul stirred with the uneasy emotions of someone who was scared and confused.

"Could you excuse me?" He stood up abruptly before the stunned council, his father nodded his assent for him to leave and he did, his senses almost overwhelming as he ran to his room, why he was heading there, he didn't know but an unmistakeable urge was pulling him. He burst into his room and upon looking around he saw his fallen sword and droplets of blood that lead him to the balcony where Isil wheezed, trying to fight the strange sensations that assailed her. He ran to her and at once, all strangeness that ailed them disappeared.

"Isil!" he gripped her hand and raised it above her head so that the blood drained down her arm.

"You came!" Isil unsteadily said, her eyes looked at him with disbelief he was there so quick.

"Come on, lets get you to a healer." He helped her to her shaky feet and lead her to the north tower where the healing rooms were situated.


"Legolas, what can I do for you?" the head healer looked up from his scrolls to see the troubled prince stand alone before him. It was at Isil's suggestion he went to see the healer to try and find out what was plaguing them but now he was here, like always with healers, his nerves started kicking in as his eyes searched and found the hated tools of the healers. Upon a bench were laid a variety of surgical knives and blades, used for opening wounds and carrying out minor surgery.

"Legolas?" the healer candidly dropped a piece of cloth over the knives and Legolas's attention snapped to him. He always known the prince shared with his friends an avid dislike for healers in association of pain and vile tasting potions but what ever drawn the prince to him must be serious.

"I'm going insane!" the prince blurted out, his wide blue eyes showed all his emotions as the healer urged him to seat himself.

Very serious indeed.

"Explain." The healer seated himself and listened to the prince describe his symptoms.

"So when she fell from her horse and cut her hand, you felt the pain too?" he asked and the prince nodded.

"Which hand?" the prince held up his right and the healer looked it over, seeing no mark as he thought he would.

"Just what I thought." He mused as he looked the prince over. Acute senses, lower body temperature than normal and sharpened reflexes, he mentally ticked them off as the prince regarded him with a worried look.

"Didn't you stud a lady last night might I ask?" he asked and the prince for one moment paused then nodded.

"Do you often bed this lady of yours?"

Again the prince nodded and the healer smiled.

"Then I can tell you that you bound yourself to her."

"What!" the prince gaped at him like he grew another head and the healer waved his hands to calm him, "Its nothing serious. In fact its more common than you think. Your bond with this lady is a temporary one, its nothing like the one you will experience when you bond in marriage."

The prince's posture eased a bit and the healer went on, "It will in time break, but in the mean time you will experience the ability to be able to share thoughts with each other. You can mentally communicate with one another and in extreme cases, even feel what the other is feeling."

"But why this time, not the times before when I bedded a lady?" Legolas asked, his aura of shock and horror gave way to one of confusion, relief...and joy? The healer thought with amusement.

"That's something you're going to have to ask yourself. To be temporarily bonded to someone means you deeply care about them, it goes further than lust. Some could even say love. Out of curiosity, have you told this lady how you felt about her?"

Legolas looked taken back as he shook his head, "I'm not aware I even felt for her that far...I think."

"Sometimes the heart finds its true love before the mind realises it but I can assure you it will all work out."

"What do I do now?" Legolas asked, the healer smiled, "You can either let the bond work its course by not bedding the lady for a while or....pursue it further. Here, I got a book for you that explains this kind of thing and how to hone the bond so its under your control." The healer pulled a small book off a book case and handed it to him.

Legolas thanked him, aware that Isil was waiting impatiently for him to return to his bedroom to inform her of their ailment. He tried to send out back to her a sign it was alright but the signal to her was clouded and her emotions were too scattered to even receive him.

"You wont tell anyone about this will you?" Legolas asked the healer who smiled and shook his head. "It'll be our secret."