Thanks to my reviewers and my beta mysticspiral
Chapter Five
Niphredil awoke to streaming sunlight, and the cries of a hungry baby. She quickly scooped him up from where he was nestled against her body, and began to feed him.
"Hello, Anor. Good morning!"
He opened his eyes, and she was shocked to see Legolas staring up at her. "No!" she said out loud. "You are Anor."
Legolas. How could she have made such a mistake? It was infuriating to her that she had fallen under his spell, and allowed herself to be put under this pressure, all caused by him. She should have turned away the moment she met him.
-
It was a rainy spring day when she first saw Legolas. She was riding in the Lady's caravan, and watching the raindrops. They were within sight of the Mirkwood gates, and she remembered wondering if maybe she would meet a nice young elf, who would fall madly in love with her. Mirkwood was full of promises. The sky was so black and morbid, and she also wondered if this was a warning sign from the Valar.
As they passed through the wooden gates, the sun started to appear, and she retracted her thoughts. Something good did have to happen.
The horse halted to as stop in front of the palace, and the Lady got out first. The guard then offered his hand to her, but she had refused it, saying she could do it herself. As she was stepping out, she tripped on something, and went flying into the soft, rusty colored mud.
She lay there for a moment, until she raised her head to find herself lying at the feet of Prince Legolas himself. To lessen to embaressed mood, she kissed his feet, and said "My lord, it is an honor to meet you." Everyone present laughed, and she gave him an impish smile. It was the beginning of many things to come.
-
Her thoughts were interrupted by a voice speaking to her. "Niphredil, I was wondering if I could have a word with you." She looked up to find none other than Prince Legolas staring at her from the doorstep. At first she thought nothing of it, but she realized that she nursing Anor. She was not supposed to be his mother, so she reacted fast. "He is comforted by the idea, and it is the only way I can get him to eat. Is there something I can help you with?"
-
LEGOLAS
He had wanted to apologize for his behavior. He had told himself that she would fall into his arms at the first moment he stepped through the door. So he had left his royal chambers, and walked the traced path in the hallway. But when he had stepped in the door, he had found her nursing the abandoned child. His mind thought nothing of it, and had completely overlooked the matter. He heard not what she had said, but only the texture of her lovely voice. He wanted to tell her, "Forget what I said before. I did not mean it, my beautiful flower. You mean the world to me." She spoke again. "Do you want something? I am quite busy." "Are you going back to Lorien with the Lady?" he blurted out. She looked at him with some hatred, pity, and longing. He could see the tears in her heart, and in her eyes.
"Legolas, you had your chance. You practically declared me no more than a common whore. You want me to forget that? Do you remember how upset you were when I refused to come to your bed?"
He winced with each blow. She was right, and he felt her slipping away.
"You...you have disgusted me beyond belief. Please leave. Anor is the love of my life now. Go. You have hurt me in more ways in one."
"Niphredil, please give me a chance. I l-"
"Go, sir, and never come back."
When he did not stir, she began to move.
"I have told you to leave, and I have waited, and you will not."
She began to march towards him. As soon as she came near the Prince, he grabbed her arm, and whirled her around. His Royal Highness was becoming desperate.
"Do you ever want to be in my arms again? Do you think anyone will ever make you moan like I did? Will anybody ever kiss you like this?"
To prove his point, he gave her a pressured, lustful kiss. She spat in his face as he pulled back.
"You revile creature!" she cried. "You were understandable before, but now, if I ever see your face again, nothing will stop me from pulling a knife on you. Do you understand?"
She shoved him out of her room, with strength they both did not know she had, and before she slammed the door, she gave him a repulsive look, and before he knew what was coming, had pulled her fist back, and given him one of the hardest punches he had received in his entire pampered royal life. He landed on the floor with naught but the stone floor to receive him.
She was gone and he had no one to blame but himself.
Chapter Five
Niphredil awoke to streaming sunlight, and the cries of a hungry baby. She quickly scooped him up from where he was nestled against her body, and began to feed him.
"Hello, Anor. Good morning!"
He opened his eyes, and she was shocked to see Legolas staring up at her. "No!" she said out loud. "You are Anor."
Legolas. How could she have made such a mistake? It was infuriating to her that she had fallen under his spell, and allowed herself to be put under this pressure, all caused by him. She should have turned away the moment she met him.
-
It was a rainy spring day when she first saw Legolas. She was riding in the Lady's caravan, and watching the raindrops. They were within sight of the Mirkwood gates, and she remembered wondering if maybe she would meet a nice young elf, who would fall madly in love with her. Mirkwood was full of promises. The sky was so black and morbid, and she also wondered if this was a warning sign from the Valar.
As they passed through the wooden gates, the sun started to appear, and she retracted her thoughts. Something good did have to happen.
The horse halted to as stop in front of the palace, and the Lady got out first. The guard then offered his hand to her, but she had refused it, saying she could do it herself. As she was stepping out, she tripped on something, and went flying into the soft, rusty colored mud.
She lay there for a moment, until she raised her head to find herself lying at the feet of Prince Legolas himself. To lessen to embaressed mood, she kissed his feet, and said "My lord, it is an honor to meet you." Everyone present laughed, and she gave him an impish smile. It was the beginning of many things to come.
-
Her thoughts were interrupted by a voice speaking to her. "Niphredil, I was wondering if I could have a word with you." She looked up to find none other than Prince Legolas staring at her from the doorstep. At first she thought nothing of it, but she realized that she nursing Anor. She was not supposed to be his mother, so she reacted fast. "He is comforted by the idea, and it is the only way I can get him to eat. Is there something I can help you with?"
-
LEGOLAS
He had wanted to apologize for his behavior. He had told himself that she would fall into his arms at the first moment he stepped through the door. So he had left his royal chambers, and walked the traced path in the hallway. But when he had stepped in the door, he had found her nursing the abandoned child. His mind thought nothing of it, and had completely overlooked the matter. He heard not what she had said, but only the texture of her lovely voice. He wanted to tell her, "Forget what I said before. I did not mean it, my beautiful flower. You mean the world to me." She spoke again. "Do you want something? I am quite busy." "Are you going back to Lorien with the Lady?" he blurted out. She looked at him with some hatred, pity, and longing. He could see the tears in her heart, and in her eyes.
"Legolas, you had your chance. You practically declared me no more than a common whore. You want me to forget that? Do you remember how upset you were when I refused to come to your bed?"
He winced with each blow. She was right, and he felt her slipping away.
"You...you have disgusted me beyond belief. Please leave. Anor is the love of my life now. Go. You have hurt me in more ways in one."
"Niphredil, please give me a chance. I l-"
"Go, sir, and never come back."
When he did not stir, she began to move.
"I have told you to leave, and I have waited, and you will not."
She began to march towards him. As soon as she came near the Prince, he grabbed her arm, and whirled her around. His Royal Highness was becoming desperate.
"Do you ever want to be in my arms again? Do you think anyone will ever make you moan like I did? Will anybody ever kiss you like this?"
To prove his point, he gave her a pressured, lustful kiss. She spat in his face as he pulled back.
"You revile creature!" she cried. "You were understandable before, but now, if I ever see your face again, nothing will stop me from pulling a knife on you. Do you understand?"
She shoved him out of her room, with strength they both did not know she had, and before she slammed the door, she gave him a repulsive look, and before he knew what was coming, had pulled her fist back, and given him one of the hardest punches he had received in his entire pampered royal life. He landed on the floor with naught but the stone floor to receive him.
She was gone and he had no one to blame but himself.