Disclaimer: Man, I haven't done these in a very long time. Legolas, Lady Galadriel, and King Thranduil do not belong to me, but Niphredil, Anor, and Lothestel do. Are we good now?
Thanks to Neldluva. She and I had a huge brainstorming session, and many of the ideas in the story from now on are hers.
Thanks to Juno Magic and Nemis for their help!
We find out how old Legolas is in this chapter. Be on the lookout!
AMAZINGLY IMPORTANT AUTHOR'S NOTE: A MUST READ!!!
For my upcoming chapters, I had to know time difference.
Now, most people think that Legolas was 2,943 at the time of the Fellowship, meaning he was born in the year 76 of the Second Age. There a select few that believe that Legolas was only 400-500 years old, and I, for the purposes of this story am going with Legolas around the age of 400 in the year 3019 of the Second Age. (3018-3019 -the years of the War of the Ring) Niphredil is slightly younger. This part of the story takes place around the year 2819 of the Second Age. The only political trouble (orcs) is in Rohan at that point, so whatever.
Sorry, I just realized I should have been writing this with the timeline all along. Anyways, the LOTR books are now attached to my hip!
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Lingo!!!
Star-crossed lovers- Example: Romeo and Juliet!! They fall in love with each other, and they were not meant to be. Romeo kills himself; Juliet wakes up and then kills herself. If anybody needs an explanation please don't hesitate to ask. I could write a paragraph on this! Don't want to bore you.
Bite my thumb- medieval equivalent of flicking somebody off. I didn't think she could go around ranting ' f you, f you!"
Whore- Come on people!! Call yourselves hormone filled teenagers... (Coughcough)
I know that there is a huge amount of Legolas bashing, but I'll totally make it up to you guys.
Chapter 11
Niphredil stood tall in front of Lothestel's door, her hand raised, about to knock. Before she could, the door flew open, and the concerned face of Lothestel appeared where the door had been only moments before.
Lothestel noticed her friend's stiff posture, and immediately asked what was wrong. "You look so... so..."
"Scared?" supplied Niphredil.
"No..."
"Gullible?"
"No."
"You mean I'm not naïve anymore? Isn't that a pity."
Lothestel stared in shock at the elleth she thought she knew.
"Niphredil, you're frightening me. Why don't we go in my room and discuss this?"
Although Lothestel's face was soft and understanding, Niphredil pushed her friend's pity away.
"I think we should go to the waterfall."
"Niphredil, somebody could hear us!'
"They won't," was the curt answer Lothestel received.
"Alright... let me grab my cloak. It is a chilly night."
The elleths walked in silence through the palace, their footsteps echoing its darkened corridors.
They had to pass through the royal corridor to get outside, so Niphredil decided to check up on Anor. She knocked carefully on the door, and both elleths entered on the Lady's soft permission.
The door opened to reveal a beautiful picture of Lady hold the tiny elfling in her arms, rocking him to sleep. A smile was on his little charming face, and Lothestel later said that was the only time Niphredil smiled that night.
-
Moonlight found the two girls wandering through the rose bushes. They reached a wall of ivy at the back, and with expertise, Niphredil found a doorknob and opened a door that some clever creature had painted. It was camouflaged brilliantly. Lothestel shot a questioning look at her friend, but it went unnoticed.
Their walk along the tiny animal trail was silent, save for the occasional sound of a chipmunk or an animal equally small scampering away from them, and the twigs snapping as they walked along.
-
Lothestel had no idea where the waterfall was, so she assumed it was a Mirkwood secret that a simple servant from Lothlorien would not know. Niphredil was marching ahead of her, brushing foliage out of the way, and making sure their path was clear. Lothestel though she knew her way around here pretty well. A sudden thought came to Lothestel.
"Niphredil?"
"Yes?"
"This is one of the places you came to with Legolas, isn't it?"
"Yes, we usually went here or to my star-gazing platform in the garden."
Niphredil said this all in a calm voice like it was not important, but having known Niphredil for almost 100 years, she knew that it was a lie. As they entered the glade with the waterfall, Lothestel said quietly," But you still love him."
Niphredil whirled around, her face contorted with anger, and her answer to the question was through clenched teeth.
"Me? Love Legolas? You must be out of your mind! I would not continue to love that disgrace of the Valar, the waste of his mother's energy! I bite my thumb at him! Let him rot, surrounded by his royal whores!"
At this point Niphredil was shrieking, and when she paused to take a breath, she heard a rustling in the trees. She looked up, fearing the worst, and was greeted by electric blue eyes of Legolas, which she feared more than flesh eating spiders.
-
Legolas had gone to his favorite place in Mirkwood for some quiet peace. Lately his father had been pushing him into his royal duties, telling him it was high time he started learning how to act like a king and grow up. Legolas didn't think his father had just decided this, because they both knew that the elves would not be here that much longer. Legolas would never be king.
No, as the humans so crudely put it, somebody had put the fear of God into his father. It was probably just some father complaining about Legolas's advances towards his daughter.
Again.
Every time his father saw him, he was given a job, and told that if they were not completed by the next day, he would spend the next 200 years working with the servants.
He had done the sums, and figured out that he had exactly ten minutes a day of free time. He decided to go to the waterfall, and think before sleeping for the five hours allotted to him.
Once entering the clearing with the waterfall, he climbed his favorite tree. It was an ancient elm tree that had been there since Legolas had first discovered this place when he was 56. Now, at the age of 217, he had watched it grow for years. It had gone through many seasons and the bark had gone from smooth to rough and hard. The tree was nearing the end stages of his life, and he decided to enjoy it while he could.
There was a particular branch that was shaped like a seat, and Legolas sat on it, and rested his head on the trunk. The textured bark cut into his back, but he ignored the pain and rested his mind. He fell into a meditative sleep, and almost instantaneously, a picture of Niphredil came into his mind. She was in a meadow full of niphredil, her namesake. Their flowery scent invaded his senses.
She stood in a white dress that swayed with the wind, and her arms were open to him, beckoning him closer. He looked into her glowing face, and saw only her sparkling eyes. They called to him, asking him to come closer. Suddenly the wind whipped her wavy white-blond hair, and she raised a hand to move it out of her face, and he saw her mouth open, and those luscious lips move. And what came out of those lovely lips was not at all what he expected.
She talked as if she was talking to somebody far behind him, he tried to turn his head, but it was to no avail.
"Me? Love Legolas? You must be out of your mind! I would not continue to love that disgrace of the Valar, the waste of his mother's energy! I bite my thumb at him! Let him rot, surrounded by his royal whores!"
He awoke suddenly, and accidentally hit a branch next to him. The murmurings of people were below him, and he leaned over to see who it was. All he saw was emerald green eyes filled with hate and shock, and he knew he had never been so scared in all his life.
-
Her mind raced for options. Her little voices were telling her different options, and she was quickly trying to choose one.
The little voice in her mind was telling her to run and not look back. The voice in her heart told her to collapse in his arms. The courageous voice was telling her to stay and give him what for, and the tingling sensation was demanding that she climb up that tree and ravage him senseless, forgetting Lothestel.
She took a deep breath, and chose to listen to the warrior within herself.
She stood firm.
-
Niphredil was standing below the tree, and besides her was Niphredil's friend Lothestel. Lothestel was standing, openly gaping at him.
He half hoped that they would run so he wouldn't have to face the sinking feeling of guilt in his stomach that would make him physically sick for half the night.
He felt his heart drop as she stood there, shooting murderous glances at him. All he knew was that he had to go down there and face her like an adult.
He quickly made his way down the tree, dropping onto the ground like a cat.
There was an uncomfortable silence, both waiting for the other to start the argument. Lothestel waited unnoticed.
Legolas said the first thing that came to his mind, and instantly regretted even opening his mouth.
"What do you think you are doing here so late at night? This forest is full of spiders and Orcs! You could be raped, or killed... or eaten!"
"Now you care!! You have no right! You lost the right to care for me when you trampled on my feelings."
Legolas had just hit Niphredil's sore spot. This slimy frog was trying to boss her around, and she could not stand it anymore. She exploded.
"What were you doing here? Is there a royal tramp up there? Is she attending to your every need?"
Niphredil was shouting at the top of her lungs, just letting the anger use her as a vessel.
"You never cease to enrage me! You took your whores to places I thought were special. You took that blond to MY platform, and you fulfilled your desires only days after declaring your undying love for me.
You are and child, Legolas! You try to pretend that you are grown up, but you are still a child. Do you know how I know that? Being an adult means you face your responsibilities. You take what you want, and run away from the consequences." Niphredil finished with her rant, waiting for Legolas to say something.
"You are not an adult!" scoffed Legolas,
"Do not question me!!! I have faced my huge responsibilities, and faced the consequences." Her blood was beginning to boil again and he had hardly said three words.
"I fear that you will never grow up, and you can never live in the real world because you are a needy, fickle, ungrateful toad, who is worth the same price as the scum on my shoe!
If I ever see you again, I will go straight to your father and tell him about you harassing me. Lothestel here is my witness."
"You wouldn't dare!" The Prince's face was red with rage.
' Do not doubt my words."
She stood defiantly, chin raised, eyes glowering, and she waited for his response.
He leaned close and whispered the words he knew would set her off in her ear.
"You were the best lay I ever had."
He regretted the words as soon as they were said. The look of pure and untainted hatred in her eyes was enough to make a strong man cower.
She leapt at him in rage, and was pulled back by her friend, who retreated to the palace with an enraged Niphredil.
Only when they were gone did he sink to the forest floor, his heart punishing his body for saying the wrong thing. The last thing Legolas saw before he went unconscious was her glaring at him in his mind's eye.
- STORYTELLER
Legolas did not know it, but he was going through what only days earlier Niphredil had been going through. Their hearts were breaking. They were too caught up in their own anger and pain to notice the puffy circles under Legolas's eyes, or the pale skin of Niphredil.
These star-crossed lovers were fading, separated by a wall of pride, and the wrong words and actions. They were tangled in a web of deceit and hurt feelings.
Legolas still did not know that his former lover had carried his child, and remained blissfully ignorant. Niphredil had only recently let some of the burden go, by telling the tale to The Lady and Lothestel.
Be patient, my listeners. A fairytale has a problem, but there is always a happy ending.
Sometimes, star-crossed lover go around the universe and crash into each other with an explosion.
Thanks to Neldluva. She and I had a huge brainstorming session, and many of the ideas in the story from now on are hers.
Thanks to Juno Magic and Nemis for their help!
We find out how old Legolas is in this chapter. Be on the lookout!
AMAZINGLY IMPORTANT AUTHOR'S NOTE: A MUST READ!!!
For my upcoming chapters, I had to know time difference.
Now, most people think that Legolas was 2,943 at the time of the Fellowship, meaning he was born in the year 76 of the Second Age. There a select few that believe that Legolas was only 400-500 years old, and I, for the purposes of this story am going with Legolas around the age of 400 in the year 3019 of the Second Age. (3018-3019 -the years of the War of the Ring) Niphredil is slightly younger. This part of the story takes place around the year 2819 of the Second Age. The only political trouble (orcs) is in Rohan at that point, so whatever.
Sorry, I just realized I should have been writing this with the timeline all along. Anyways, the LOTR books are now attached to my hip!
-
Lingo!!!
Star-crossed lovers- Example: Romeo and Juliet!! They fall in love with each other, and they were not meant to be. Romeo kills himself; Juliet wakes up and then kills herself. If anybody needs an explanation please don't hesitate to ask. I could write a paragraph on this! Don't want to bore you.
Bite my thumb- medieval equivalent of flicking somebody off. I didn't think she could go around ranting ' f you, f you!"
Whore- Come on people!! Call yourselves hormone filled teenagers... (Coughcough)
I know that there is a huge amount of Legolas bashing, but I'll totally make it up to you guys.
Chapter 11
Niphredil stood tall in front of Lothestel's door, her hand raised, about to knock. Before she could, the door flew open, and the concerned face of Lothestel appeared where the door had been only moments before.
Lothestel noticed her friend's stiff posture, and immediately asked what was wrong. "You look so... so..."
"Scared?" supplied Niphredil.
"No..."
"Gullible?"
"No."
"You mean I'm not naïve anymore? Isn't that a pity."
Lothestel stared in shock at the elleth she thought she knew.
"Niphredil, you're frightening me. Why don't we go in my room and discuss this?"
Although Lothestel's face was soft and understanding, Niphredil pushed her friend's pity away.
"I think we should go to the waterfall."
"Niphredil, somebody could hear us!'
"They won't," was the curt answer Lothestel received.
"Alright... let me grab my cloak. It is a chilly night."
The elleths walked in silence through the palace, their footsteps echoing its darkened corridors.
They had to pass through the royal corridor to get outside, so Niphredil decided to check up on Anor. She knocked carefully on the door, and both elleths entered on the Lady's soft permission.
The door opened to reveal a beautiful picture of Lady hold the tiny elfling in her arms, rocking him to sleep. A smile was on his little charming face, and Lothestel later said that was the only time Niphredil smiled that night.
-
Moonlight found the two girls wandering through the rose bushes. They reached a wall of ivy at the back, and with expertise, Niphredil found a doorknob and opened a door that some clever creature had painted. It was camouflaged brilliantly. Lothestel shot a questioning look at her friend, but it went unnoticed.
Their walk along the tiny animal trail was silent, save for the occasional sound of a chipmunk or an animal equally small scampering away from them, and the twigs snapping as they walked along.
-
Lothestel had no idea where the waterfall was, so she assumed it was a Mirkwood secret that a simple servant from Lothlorien would not know. Niphredil was marching ahead of her, brushing foliage out of the way, and making sure their path was clear. Lothestel though she knew her way around here pretty well. A sudden thought came to Lothestel.
"Niphredil?"
"Yes?"
"This is one of the places you came to with Legolas, isn't it?"
"Yes, we usually went here or to my star-gazing platform in the garden."
Niphredil said this all in a calm voice like it was not important, but having known Niphredil for almost 100 years, she knew that it was a lie. As they entered the glade with the waterfall, Lothestel said quietly," But you still love him."
Niphredil whirled around, her face contorted with anger, and her answer to the question was through clenched teeth.
"Me? Love Legolas? You must be out of your mind! I would not continue to love that disgrace of the Valar, the waste of his mother's energy! I bite my thumb at him! Let him rot, surrounded by his royal whores!"
At this point Niphredil was shrieking, and when she paused to take a breath, she heard a rustling in the trees. She looked up, fearing the worst, and was greeted by electric blue eyes of Legolas, which she feared more than flesh eating spiders.
-
Legolas had gone to his favorite place in Mirkwood for some quiet peace. Lately his father had been pushing him into his royal duties, telling him it was high time he started learning how to act like a king and grow up. Legolas didn't think his father had just decided this, because they both knew that the elves would not be here that much longer. Legolas would never be king.
No, as the humans so crudely put it, somebody had put the fear of God into his father. It was probably just some father complaining about Legolas's advances towards his daughter.
Again.
Every time his father saw him, he was given a job, and told that if they were not completed by the next day, he would spend the next 200 years working with the servants.
He had done the sums, and figured out that he had exactly ten minutes a day of free time. He decided to go to the waterfall, and think before sleeping for the five hours allotted to him.
Once entering the clearing with the waterfall, he climbed his favorite tree. It was an ancient elm tree that had been there since Legolas had first discovered this place when he was 56. Now, at the age of 217, he had watched it grow for years. It had gone through many seasons and the bark had gone from smooth to rough and hard. The tree was nearing the end stages of his life, and he decided to enjoy it while he could.
There was a particular branch that was shaped like a seat, and Legolas sat on it, and rested his head on the trunk. The textured bark cut into his back, but he ignored the pain and rested his mind. He fell into a meditative sleep, and almost instantaneously, a picture of Niphredil came into his mind. She was in a meadow full of niphredil, her namesake. Their flowery scent invaded his senses.
She stood in a white dress that swayed with the wind, and her arms were open to him, beckoning him closer. He looked into her glowing face, and saw only her sparkling eyes. They called to him, asking him to come closer. Suddenly the wind whipped her wavy white-blond hair, and she raised a hand to move it out of her face, and he saw her mouth open, and those luscious lips move. And what came out of those lovely lips was not at all what he expected.
She talked as if she was talking to somebody far behind him, he tried to turn his head, but it was to no avail.
"Me? Love Legolas? You must be out of your mind! I would not continue to love that disgrace of the Valar, the waste of his mother's energy! I bite my thumb at him! Let him rot, surrounded by his royal whores!"
He awoke suddenly, and accidentally hit a branch next to him. The murmurings of people were below him, and he leaned over to see who it was. All he saw was emerald green eyes filled with hate and shock, and he knew he had never been so scared in all his life.
-
Her mind raced for options. Her little voices were telling her different options, and she was quickly trying to choose one.
The little voice in her mind was telling her to run and not look back. The voice in her heart told her to collapse in his arms. The courageous voice was telling her to stay and give him what for, and the tingling sensation was demanding that she climb up that tree and ravage him senseless, forgetting Lothestel.
She took a deep breath, and chose to listen to the warrior within herself.
She stood firm.
-
Niphredil was standing below the tree, and besides her was Niphredil's friend Lothestel. Lothestel was standing, openly gaping at him.
He half hoped that they would run so he wouldn't have to face the sinking feeling of guilt in his stomach that would make him physically sick for half the night.
He felt his heart drop as she stood there, shooting murderous glances at him. All he knew was that he had to go down there and face her like an adult.
He quickly made his way down the tree, dropping onto the ground like a cat.
There was an uncomfortable silence, both waiting for the other to start the argument. Lothestel waited unnoticed.
Legolas said the first thing that came to his mind, and instantly regretted even opening his mouth.
"What do you think you are doing here so late at night? This forest is full of spiders and Orcs! You could be raped, or killed... or eaten!"
"Now you care!! You have no right! You lost the right to care for me when you trampled on my feelings."
Legolas had just hit Niphredil's sore spot. This slimy frog was trying to boss her around, and she could not stand it anymore. She exploded.
"What were you doing here? Is there a royal tramp up there? Is she attending to your every need?"
Niphredil was shouting at the top of her lungs, just letting the anger use her as a vessel.
"You never cease to enrage me! You took your whores to places I thought were special. You took that blond to MY platform, and you fulfilled your desires only days after declaring your undying love for me.
You are and child, Legolas! You try to pretend that you are grown up, but you are still a child. Do you know how I know that? Being an adult means you face your responsibilities. You take what you want, and run away from the consequences." Niphredil finished with her rant, waiting for Legolas to say something.
"You are not an adult!" scoffed Legolas,
"Do not question me!!! I have faced my huge responsibilities, and faced the consequences." Her blood was beginning to boil again and he had hardly said three words.
"I fear that you will never grow up, and you can never live in the real world because you are a needy, fickle, ungrateful toad, who is worth the same price as the scum on my shoe!
If I ever see you again, I will go straight to your father and tell him about you harassing me. Lothestel here is my witness."
"You wouldn't dare!" The Prince's face was red with rage.
' Do not doubt my words."
She stood defiantly, chin raised, eyes glowering, and she waited for his response.
He leaned close and whispered the words he knew would set her off in her ear.
"You were the best lay I ever had."
He regretted the words as soon as they were said. The look of pure and untainted hatred in her eyes was enough to make a strong man cower.
She leapt at him in rage, and was pulled back by her friend, who retreated to the palace with an enraged Niphredil.
Only when they were gone did he sink to the forest floor, his heart punishing his body for saying the wrong thing. The last thing Legolas saw before he went unconscious was her glaring at him in his mind's eye.
- STORYTELLER
Legolas did not know it, but he was going through what only days earlier Niphredil had been going through. Their hearts were breaking. They were too caught up in their own anger and pain to notice the puffy circles under Legolas's eyes, or the pale skin of Niphredil.
These star-crossed lovers were fading, separated by a wall of pride, and the wrong words and actions. They were tangled in a web of deceit and hurt feelings.
Legolas still did not know that his former lover had carried his child, and remained blissfully ignorant. Niphredil had only recently let some of the burden go, by telling the tale to The Lady and Lothestel.
Be patient, my listeners. A fairytale has a problem, but there is always a happy ending.
Sometimes, star-crossed lover go around the universe and crash into each other with an explosion.