E/N: YAY! I finally updated! WOO HOO! Go me!
Chapter 28
Silva sat in a quiet clearing, far from Caras Galadhon. She was, once again, reflecting. She liked to do so because she liked to remember how her son had helped her recover. She remembered him as a young child and yet he'd done a deed that many thousands of years older than him could not do. 'He will grow to be a good man,' she thought. 'Just like his father.' She smiled to herself. They were wonderful to her. She knew she was a very lucky woman to have such a caring partner and beautiful son. A song that she'd written in the later stages of her recovery sprang into her mind. She took up her harp and began to sing.
I faintly remember a world outside me,
A world that I lost, but am longing to see,
And I try to find it, I try to recall,
But this pain and blackness is too strong a wall.
I'm trapped in my mind, in my prison of pain,
I try to get out, but it all is in vain,
I scream and I cry, and I smash and I shout,
But nothing is working; I cannot get out.
Then you come along, a light in the dark,
A dim lit and fading, but beautiful spark,
And I want to reach out, to touch all those stars,
But still I am trapped in my cage of black bars.
But though I cant reach you, though I cannot see,
You gave me the reason, the will, to break free,
So now I am fighting, with all of my might,
I smash and I beat, and I hit and I bite.
I'm slamming my hands 'gainst this black painted wall,
My will just get stronger for each time I fall;
Cause now I am fighting, and fighting for you,
And that is the reason I know I'll break through.
She sighed and smiled again. They were her light. She constantly praised the Valar for gracing her with them. She wished there was a way of thanking them, she didn't know what she could do.
"You're voice never ceases to amaze. It is beautiful." Legolas emerged from the shadows.
"Do you have the feeling of déjà vu?" she asked with a giggle. "The night you fell in love with a very lucky young woman."
"I vaguely recall," he said with a smirk.
"Well, I'm informed that it was quite an unforgettable evening. Perhaps you need a taster to refresh your memory." She stood up and her arms encircled him. She kissed him lovingly. When she withdrew, he looked her in the eye.
"Ah yes, I think I remember now. Well, the only difference now is I wouldn't then have admitted that I'd missed you." She watched him intently for a moment.
"Have you really missed me?"
"Of course I have." He kissed the top of her head. "I have something for you."
"You do? Why?" He reached into the pocket of his tunic.
"Because I love you and I'm happy that you are finally well again. And it will be a constant reminder to you that I'm always here. I'll always love you. I'll never leave you." From his pocket he produced a silver pendant on a fine silver chain. It was shaped like a dragonfly and its wings were set with emeralds (E/N: Go to my site to see the design of it. Thanks Becca! You're a star!) Silva gasped. It was gorgeous.
"Oh my goodness," she whispered.
"Do you like it?"
"Like it? It's.... wonderful!" She embraced him tightly. "It's absolutely beautiful!" She kissed him again. "Thank you so much! Oh, it's beautiful! Thank you!" Legolas laughed.
"I take it that you like it then." She hugged him again. "Let me put it on you." He stood behind her and put the delicate chain round her neck as she lifted up her hair. The pendant sat perfectly in the wide neck of her dress. He wrapped his arms around her waist and they stood in silence.
"Legolas...." she eventually said.
"Mmmm?"
"I want to go home." She felt him tense with shock.
"What?"
"I want to go home."
"But Kemenhin..."
"... will be perfectly safe in Galadriel and Arwen's care. I trust them completely."
"As do I, but what about yourself?" She turned and met his concerned gaze with a gentle one of her own.
"I will be fine."
"You can't be sure."
"Legolas, my love, I know you are only worried, but you worry needlessly. Kemenhim is nearing his 5th birthday. We've been here for nearly four years. However much I love the Golden Wood, its not my home and it never will be. Mirkwood is my home. It's where my family are. It's where we belong."
"I don't want you getting ill again. It broke my heart to see you as you were." She her hand to his cheek and caressed it.
"As long as you're with me, I'll be fine," she promised.
"You mean so much to me, Silva. I couldn't bear to lose you."
"You're not going to." Legolas sighed.
"If it's really what you want to do, then of course we'll go. I'm sure father will be overjoyed to see us again."
"Wait a minute. Weren't his last words to you 'don't come back till everything is sorted'?"
"Yes."
"Well, we've been gone for four years. Did you send him a message?"
".... oopsie."
"Hmmm, don't you think he'll kind of worried?"
*****
Thranduil sat on his throne thinking. His old age was beginning to show because he had taken to talking to himself. It wasn't long before he began it again.
"Bloody hell, he's taking his time. He's been gone for four years. I mean, I know they're both stubborn but bloody hell! ARGH! What if he's killed her in a moment of rage?! Maybe a guilty conscience is why he's not back yet. ARGH! What if she's killed him?! Well, that's not as much of a loss as Silva, he has turned into a bit of a cocky and arrogant git recently, but still..... ARGH! What if they've killed each other?! OH NO! What am I going to do?! I'M CHILDLESS! THEY'RE BOTH DEAD!! AAARRRGGGHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
*****
"Well, he's always loved you, ever since you first arrived he's loved you heart and soul," said Legolas, sadly. "He'll definitely miss you."
"Don't be so silly, he loves you more than anything or anyone," said Silva, a little more sternly than she intended. "You're his only son, his heir."
"He'll probably only miss me for that reason. He needs me around in case he relinquishes the throne or is killed."
"You're talking nonsense."
"I'm only saying the truth. Silva, I love you, you know I do, but ever since you've been there-"
"Don't you dare say it," she growled. He sighed.
"I'm sorry, it's just how I feel. He doesn't....... never mind."
"What?"
"It doesn't matter."
"No, say it."
"He doesn't........ doesn't show me that....... that he loves me any more." Silva watched him for a moment.
"You're joking, right?" She looked him in the eye and saw his was completely serious. "Oh, you're not." She turned around and covered her mouth with her hand.
"Oh, thanks Silva." He walked away from her slightly, and shook his head. "I thought you'd be supportive. I would expect people like Orophin and Rúmil to laugh."
"I'm sorry," she giggled. "It's just the fact that you're a grown man... well, Elf, and you're upset that....... that daddy doesn't show he loves his little soldier anymore!" She burst out laughing. He threw her a dark look.
"I can't be doing with this. I'll see you back in the city."
"No, Legolas please, I'm sorry." She ran over to him and put her hand on his arm to stop him. "Really I am. I didn't mean to offend you."
"Silva, you just laughed at me when I told my most secret worry. If I can't trust you, who can I trust?"
"You can trust me."
"You just laughed at me!!"
"I laugh at everyone!"
"I'd have thought, and hoped, you'd be a little more considerate towards me."
"I've been ill, I've got to have a little fun now I'm better. Can't you take a joke?"
"There are some things that shouldn't be joked about, Silva. That is the sort of 'joke' I'd expect from Kemenhin."
"I'm not a child."
"Really? Because you certainly act like one most of the time."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Surely you can work it out."
"Probably, but I want to hear it from you."
"Very well. You can be selfish, immature, attention seeking, childish, a know-it-all, self-obsessed and vain." She stood staring at him for a few silent seconds and then slapped him.
"I have only ever loved you, Legolas," she said, her voice quivering with a mixture anger and hurt. "Maybe I do joke around and think highly of myself, but are you not willing to put up with it even for me?"
"I didn't say that-"
"No, you implied it. Maybe the love I have for you isn't reciprocated as I thought it was."
"Silva, I DO love you. Don't ever think that I don't-"
"How can I not when you just said all those things about me? They were most definitely not thought up on the spot. You've been thinking them for a while. Well, now I know the truth, I'll leave you now." As he had, she began to walk away. He grabbed her hand.
"Silva, no, stop." She ripped her hand away from his.
"Leave me alone, Legolas." He ran after her and grabbed her by the waist. He turned her around and kissed her, fiercely and long.
"I love you, oh beautiful one, and I'm not letting you go until you know that." He grinned at her. She looked at him stubbornly, but eventually her expression softened and she sighed. She rested her head on his shoulder. "You're too stubborn for your own good, you know." She laughed gently.
"Speak for yourself............. Legolas? I'm not really selfish and vain am I?"
"You can be, but s can everyone, and I wouldn't have you any other way."
"I don't mean to be, it just sort of happens. Perhaps that's why everyone here hates me."
"They don't hate you, they just...." she raised an eyebrow. ".... ok, they hate you. But let's not think of that. I have an idea. Why don't we relive that first night a little more?" He started kissing her neck.
"Not completely. I don't want to suffer that embarrassment again. Let's go back to the talan first."
"If it's going to be done, I think it should be done properly. We had no worries that night."
"That's because we didn't know we were going to get caught."
"You don't have to worry. Even if we are, the Elves here aren't as mean as my father."
"I wouldn't count on it."
"Look, what difference does it make? We're going to leave soon anyway." She stepped back from him, slipping out of his grasp.
"You can wait a little while. You now it's just my luck that someone will stumble across us at the crucial moment. Probably Haldir, to make matters worse."
"Why do you dislike him so much?"
"Because he's a git."
"I don't see why. I've always thought of him as one of my g- ..... never mind." He stopped seeing the look on her face.
"Say it," she growled.
"Say what?"
"Legolas!" He sighed.
"I've always thought of him as a very loyal, kind man. A good friend." He knew he'd put his foot in it now.
"A GOOD FRIEND?!?!?!" she exclaimed. "Eru man, are you blind, deaf and dumb?! The man is arrogance personified! He goes around thinking he's Eru's gift to woman, ha, then he met me. It's all I can do to prevent myself from slapping him."
"You have slapped him. On several occasions."
"I didn't say it worked, I just said it was all I could do."
"I can think of a few other things..."
"Oh no, you've blown it this time. Nope, no treats for you tonight, matey!" Legolas whimpered.
"What? Why?"
"You stuck up for that cocky, arrogant, pathetic excuse for an Elf AND tried to tell me I was wrong. Haven't you learnt by now that you don't disagree with me, even when I am wrong!?!"
"Well I certainly have now."
"And for that you can sleep on the ground."
"WHAT?! You can't kick me out of my own talan!"
"Fine. I'll sleep on Kemenhin's talan then. I'm not bothered."
"Silva, please, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to stick up for him!!" The fully-grown, well respected, Crown Prince of Mirkwood had been reduced to a whining like a baby. She gave him a light peck on the cheek and turned her back on him.
"Quel lomë, nissëamin1." She grinned as she walked away. She loved winding him up too.
*****
1Good night, my sweet
E/N: I know they are completely different times but I wanted to link the two chapters together somehow. And I see them as being a couple that constantly tease each other and wind each other up. MEH! That's how I see it anyway.
The poem used in this chapter was written by Rebekka Svendsen from Denmark........ Bekky, I love you hunni! You are such a sweetie! And a fantastic poet! STOP PUTTING YOURSELF DOWN WOMAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!! If it was crap, would I have put it in one of my chapters? No, exactly!
Anywayz, I'll be off now!
Luvs Elfie xXxXx
Chapter 28
Silva sat in a quiet clearing, far from Caras Galadhon. She was, once again, reflecting. She liked to do so because she liked to remember how her son had helped her recover. She remembered him as a young child and yet he'd done a deed that many thousands of years older than him could not do. 'He will grow to be a good man,' she thought. 'Just like his father.' She smiled to herself. They were wonderful to her. She knew she was a very lucky woman to have such a caring partner and beautiful son. A song that she'd written in the later stages of her recovery sprang into her mind. She took up her harp and began to sing.
I faintly remember a world outside me,
A world that I lost, but am longing to see,
And I try to find it, I try to recall,
But this pain and blackness is too strong a wall.
I'm trapped in my mind, in my prison of pain,
I try to get out, but it all is in vain,
I scream and I cry, and I smash and I shout,
But nothing is working; I cannot get out.
Then you come along, a light in the dark,
A dim lit and fading, but beautiful spark,
And I want to reach out, to touch all those stars,
But still I am trapped in my cage of black bars.
But though I cant reach you, though I cannot see,
You gave me the reason, the will, to break free,
So now I am fighting, with all of my might,
I smash and I beat, and I hit and I bite.
I'm slamming my hands 'gainst this black painted wall,
My will just get stronger for each time I fall;
Cause now I am fighting, and fighting for you,
And that is the reason I know I'll break through.
She sighed and smiled again. They were her light. She constantly praised the Valar for gracing her with them. She wished there was a way of thanking them, she didn't know what she could do.
"You're voice never ceases to amaze. It is beautiful." Legolas emerged from the shadows.
"Do you have the feeling of déjà vu?" she asked with a giggle. "The night you fell in love with a very lucky young woman."
"I vaguely recall," he said with a smirk.
"Well, I'm informed that it was quite an unforgettable evening. Perhaps you need a taster to refresh your memory." She stood up and her arms encircled him. She kissed him lovingly. When she withdrew, he looked her in the eye.
"Ah yes, I think I remember now. Well, the only difference now is I wouldn't then have admitted that I'd missed you." She watched him intently for a moment.
"Have you really missed me?"
"Of course I have." He kissed the top of her head. "I have something for you."
"You do? Why?" He reached into the pocket of his tunic.
"Because I love you and I'm happy that you are finally well again. And it will be a constant reminder to you that I'm always here. I'll always love you. I'll never leave you." From his pocket he produced a silver pendant on a fine silver chain. It was shaped like a dragonfly and its wings were set with emeralds (E/N: Go to my site to see the design of it. Thanks Becca! You're a star!) Silva gasped. It was gorgeous.
"Oh my goodness," she whispered.
"Do you like it?"
"Like it? It's.... wonderful!" She embraced him tightly. "It's absolutely beautiful!" She kissed him again. "Thank you so much! Oh, it's beautiful! Thank you!" Legolas laughed.
"I take it that you like it then." She hugged him again. "Let me put it on you." He stood behind her and put the delicate chain round her neck as she lifted up her hair. The pendant sat perfectly in the wide neck of her dress. He wrapped his arms around her waist and they stood in silence.
"Legolas...." she eventually said.
"Mmmm?"
"I want to go home." She felt him tense with shock.
"What?"
"I want to go home."
"But Kemenhin..."
"... will be perfectly safe in Galadriel and Arwen's care. I trust them completely."
"As do I, but what about yourself?" She turned and met his concerned gaze with a gentle one of her own.
"I will be fine."
"You can't be sure."
"Legolas, my love, I know you are only worried, but you worry needlessly. Kemenhim is nearing his 5th birthday. We've been here for nearly four years. However much I love the Golden Wood, its not my home and it never will be. Mirkwood is my home. It's where my family are. It's where we belong."
"I don't want you getting ill again. It broke my heart to see you as you were." She her hand to his cheek and caressed it.
"As long as you're with me, I'll be fine," she promised.
"You mean so much to me, Silva. I couldn't bear to lose you."
"You're not going to." Legolas sighed.
"If it's really what you want to do, then of course we'll go. I'm sure father will be overjoyed to see us again."
"Wait a minute. Weren't his last words to you 'don't come back till everything is sorted'?"
"Yes."
"Well, we've been gone for four years. Did you send him a message?"
".... oopsie."
"Hmmm, don't you think he'll kind of worried?"
*****
Thranduil sat on his throne thinking. His old age was beginning to show because he had taken to talking to himself. It wasn't long before he began it again.
"Bloody hell, he's taking his time. He's been gone for four years. I mean, I know they're both stubborn but bloody hell! ARGH! What if he's killed her in a moment of rage?! Maybe a guilty conscience is why he's not back yet. ARGH! What if she's killed him?! Well, that's not as much of a loss as Silva, he has turned into a bit of a cocky and arrogant git recently, but still..... ARGH! What if they've killed each other?! OH NO! What am I going to do?! I'M CHILDLESS! THEY'RE BOTH DEAD!! AAARRRGGGHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
*****
"Well, he's always loved you, ever since you first arrived he's loved you heart and soul," said Legolas, sadly. "He'll definitely miss you."
"Don't be so silly, he loves you more than anything or anyone," said Silva, a little more sternly than she intended. "You're his only son, his heir."
"He'll probably only miss me for that reason. He needs me around in case he relinquishes the throne or is killed."
"You're talking nonsense."
"I'm only saying the truth. Silva, I love you, you know I do, but ever since you've been there-"
"Don't you dare say it," she growled. He sighed.
"I'm sorry, it's just how I feel. He doesn't....... never mind."
"What?"
"It doesn't matter."
"No, say it."
"He doesn't........ doesn't show me that....... that he loves me any more." Silva watched him for a moment.
"You're joking, right?" She looked him in the eye and saw his was completely serious. "Oh, you're not." She turned around and covered her mouth with her hand.
"Oh, thanks Silva." He walked away from her slightly, and shook his head. "I thought you'd be supportive. I would expect people like Orophin and Rúmil to laugh."
"I'm sorry," she giggled. "It's just the fact that you're a grown man... well, Elf, and you're upset that....... that daddy doesn't show he loves his little soldier anymore!" She burst out laughing. He threw her a dark look.
"I can't be doing with this. I'll see you back in the city."
"No, Legolas please, I'm sorry." She ran over to him and put her hand on his arm to stop him. "Really I am. I didn't mean to offend you."
"Silva, you just laughed at me when I told my most secret worry. If I can't trust you, who can I trust?"
"You can trust me."
"You just laughed at me!!"
"I laugh at everyone!"
"I'd have thought, and hoped, you'd be a little more considerate towards me."
"I've been ill, I've got to have a little fun now I'm better. Can't you take a joke?"
"There are some things that shouldn't be joked about, Silva. That is the sort of 'joke' I'd expect from Kemenhin."
"I'm not a child."
"Really? Because you certainly act like one most of the time."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Surely you can work it out."
"Probably, but I want to hear it from you."
"Very well. You can be selfish, immature, attention seeking, childish, a know-it-all, self-obsessed and vain." She stood staring at him for a few silent seconds and then slapped him.
"I have only ever loved you, Legolas," she said, her voice quivering with a mixture anger and hurt. "Maybe I do joke around and think highly of myself, but are you not willing to put up with it even for me?"
"I didn't say that-"
"No, you implied it. Maybe the love I have for you isn't reciprocated as I thought it was."
"Silva, I DO love you. Don't ever think that I don't-"
"How can I not when you just said all those things about me? They were most definitely not thought up on the spot. You've been thinking them for a while. Well, now I know the truth, I'll leave you now." As he had, she began to walk away. He grabbed her hand.
"Silva, no, stop." She ripped her hand away from his.
"Leave me alone, Legolas." He ran after her and grabbed her by the waist. He turned her around and kissed her, fiercely and long.
"I love you, oh beautiful one, and I'm not letting you go until you know that." He grinned at her. She looked at him stubbornly, but eventually her expression softened and she sighed. She rested her head on his shoulder. "You're too stubborn for your own good, you know." She laughed gently.
"Speak for yourself............. Legolas? I'm not really selfish and vain am I?"
"You can be, but s can everyone, and I wouldn't have you any other way."
"I don't mean to be, it just sort of happens. Perhaps that's why everyone here hates me."
"They don't hate you, they just...." she raised an eyebrow. ".... ok, they hate you. But let's not think of that. I have an idea. Why don't we relive that first night a little more?" He started kissing her neck.
"Not completely. I don't want to suffer that embarrassment again. Let's go back to the talan first."
"If it's going to be done, I think it should be done properly. We had no worries that night."
"That's because we didn't know we were going to get caught."
"You don't have to worry. Even if we are, the Elves here aren't as mean as my father."
"I wouldn't count on it."
"Look, what difference does it make? We're going to leave soon anyway." She stepped back from him, slipping out of his grasp.
"You can wait a little while. You now it's just my luck that someone will stumble across us at the crucial moment. Probably Haldir, to make matters worse."
"Why do you dislike him so much?"
"Because he's a git."
"I don't see why. I've always thought of him as one of my g- ..... never mind." He stopped seeing the look on her face.
"Say it," she growled.
"Say what?"
"Legolas!" He sighed.
"I've always thought of him as a very loyal, kind man. A good friend." He knew he'd put his foot in it now.
"A GOOD FRIEND?!?!?!" she exclaimed. "Eru man, are you blind, deaf and dumb?! The man is arrogance personified! He goes around thinking he's Eru's gift to woman, ha, then he met me. It's all I can do to prevent myself from slapping him."
"You have slapped him. On several occasions."
"I didn't say it worked, I just said it was all I could do."
"I can think of a few other things..."
"Oh no, you've blown it this time. Nope, no treats for you tonight, matey!" Legolas whimpered.
"What? Why?"
"You stuck up for that cocky, arrogant, pathetic excuse for an Elf AND tried to tell me I was wrong. Haven't you learnt by now that you don't disagree with me, even when I am wrong!?!"
"Well I certainly have now."
"And for that you can sleep on the ground."
"WHAT?! You can't kick me out of my own talan!"
"Fine. I'll sleep on Kemenhin's talan then. I'm not bothered."
"Silva, please, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to stick up for him!!" The fully-grown, well respected, Crown Prince of Mirkwood had been reduced to a whining like a baby. She gave him a light peck on the cheek and turned her back on him.
"Quel lomë, nissëamin1." She grinned as she walked away. She loved winding him up too.
*****
1Good night, my sweet
E/N: I know they are completely different times but I wanted to link the two chapters together somehow. And I see them as being a couple that constantly tease each other and wind each other up. MEH! That's how I see it anyway.
The poem used in this chapter was written by Rebekka Svendsen from Denmark........ Bekky, I love you hunni! You are such a sweetie! And a fantastic poet! STOP PUTTING YOURSELF DOWN WOMAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!! If it was crap, would I have put it in one of my chapters? No, exactly!
Anywayz, I'll be off now!
Luvs Elfie xXxXx