A/N: It has taken me a long time to update, since I have been busy with finals. I hope that I have some readers, and would appreciate reviews. I am not afraid of flames, being a bit of a pyro myself, so go ahead and be critical.
Lilthoniel returned to her chambers and stayed there until she felt hunger, and joined most of Elrond's household for a meal. She then walked alone to the Hall of Fire, not acknowledging the looks of pity that she received from people who knew of her situation. There were a few Elves telling tales, but they were too deep in their own conversation to notice her presence. Silently, Lilthoniel strode to a balcony that had a clear view of the night sky, but still was warmed by the fire within the hall.
She hoisted herself upon the balcony, resting her chin on a knee that she had pulled up toward her chest, the other foot dangling off the balcony. She stared at the stars for a while, and softly sang a tune that she created herself
"Take me to the stars,
Tell me of their song,
That I may learn to sing,
Their praise to fading sun.
I want not all these treasures,
I want not to be king,
I only want to see the stars,
I only want to sing.
I would see the light in darkness,
I would not need anything,
If I only will see the stars,
If only I will sing."
A voice spoke behind her " 'Tis not the Lay of Luthien, but it is original nonetheless."
Lilthoniel whirled around, slightly surprised that she had been snuck up on. After all, she had lived a great portion of her life wandering alone in the wild, and would not have survived long if she was so easily caught unawares. A strange elf in green who she had never seen before stood at the entrance of the balcony, his form blocking most of the firelight so that she could not make out his features. She could see the glint of his golden hair in the starlight though.
"I made it up myself. I did not write it to impress others," she replied a hint of annoyance in her voice from being disturbed.
"That is the type that is often most meaningful, for it reflects the heart of the one who created it."
He was perceptive. She had to give him that. Almost unnaturally so. She found herself speaking more to him "I have always felt that the stars call to me. That I could but for one moment join Earendil upon his ship so as to hear their voices ringing clear in the dark night sky. I would then be the happiest being on Middle Earth. But I forget myself," she said "I am Lilthoniel Ceminassar. Mae Govannen. I would greet you by name, but I am afraid that I do not know it."
"I am Legolas Thranduilion."
"Thranduilion? Prince of Mirkwood? I am sorry to have spoken to you thus."
"You need not apologize. I am not overly fond of formalities. My heart is happiest in a starlit glade, not in the throne room."
He stepped forward as he spoke, looking up at the stars with an expression very similar to the one that was on Lilthoniel's face whenever she gazed at them. He turned to her and smiled, saying "A star truly does shine upon the hour of hour meeting, Lilthoniel." He then walked away, and Lilthoniel stared after his fading figure, unable to draw her gaze elsewhere.
