Disclaimer: Uhm, lets see, who do I own? Uhm there's Laura, and uhm some other elves..But yeah, if you recognize it babe, I probably don't own it. Unless Tolkien has come back from the dead to inhabit my body and write a Mary-Sue fan fiction, which I would really love. So, uh.. winks to sky "Hint hint love" Anyway, Legolas has the flu, yes elves can get sick! It's some weird elvish strain, and he wont be able to give the disclaimer this time. So, uh … shoves hobit out onto stage "Go on!" "But." hobbit fidgets with tunic "She doesn't own anything, and she's acctually rather scary. So if you can, stear clear of her kay? She sleeps with a rubber rat. That's enough reason isn't it? I need not tell you of her hobbit abusing ways." sniffles, and runs off stage for comfort from millions of blue eye hobbit fangirls
Chapter 10 – Naneth
Legolas sighed, and removing Arod from his stall mounted the horse. Stealing a glance at Laura who was busying herself feeding the other horses. Riding out of the stables his mind was clouded with thoughts, and in that moment he made up his mind that when he returned he would apologize.
Legolas was gone for the next two days, giving Laura plenty of time to think about what had occurred between them, and how she had acted towards him. She was glad, as she didn't think she could hold her temper around him if he came near again. She did however decide she should apologize for having thrown him into the fountain as it was childish.
Aragorn took to visiting Laura every morning in the stables and they would chat about her world while she worked. Aragorn was full of questions, and Laura did her best to answer, and not become annoyed by them. Aragorn was after all being very nice to her, and he may be her only friend there now that things had gone so wrong with Legolas. She did enjoy his company though, it's just he never tired of asking questions about her world.
Aragorn had even brought his lovely wife Arwen to the Laura's room one evening, bringing dinner with them. The three sat in her room and chatted while eating a lovely meal of vegetables and fruit as Aragorn had learned Laura did not eat meat. Laura found herself instantly liking Arwen, and understood why she was so loved by many. She had such beauty and grace about her, but was also childlike and playful in a way. The two found they would often break out into fits of laughter, struggling for breath by the end, with tears rolling down their faces. That often left Aragorn confused, and he would roll his eyes, muttering his displeasure with the confusing ways of women.
Laura darted about her room clearing things off of tables where she left them, and off the floors. She found her cleanliness habits had not changed much since coming to Middle Earth. She was still in her smelly work clothes, and covered with dirt from head to toe. Disgusted with the smell she decided she'd better bathe and change. Entering her bathing room, she ran the warm water into the bathing tub, and changed from her dirty clothes kicking them into a far corner of the room.
She slipped into the warm water, allowing the dirt and grime from the days work to drift off of her body. Sighing she closed her eyes to block out the light. She found a cloth hung over the side of the tub, taking it she dipped it into the warm water and wiped the dirt from her body. Her thoughts strayed to a blond haired elf, she unconsciously lost the cloth in the water, and was now running her hand over her body.
Her fingers drifted down her thigh, and over her knee, causing a tingling sensation within her. Sighing she continued up again, sliding her hands over her stomach and created circles around her naval. Concentrating on the elf again she pictured him standing before her, looking into his eyes, she slid her fingers down further, and further eliciting a moan. Her breath quickening, her back arched with the pleasure. Her pace quickened and she was close to ecstasy when she heard a loud knocking.
Growling to herself, she dug her fingers into the side of the tub with anger and annoyance. Pulling the towel from the hook on the door, she stood, stepped out of the tub, and dried herself off. Wrapping the towel around herself, she exited the bathing room. "Yeah, just a second." She called to the door.
Laura was shocked when she was faced with the one elf she wasn't ready to see standing at her door. Unable to say anything, her cheeks pinkened, and she stood in the doorway gawking. "Lady Mellcelvalon, I must speak with you. May I enter?" Laura could only nod, and step aside to allow him entrance to her room.
Watching the elf enter her room she couldn't help but stare, his beauty, his eyes, the hair, oh my the hair. She was quite smitten with the fellow still, even though she'd had nothing but problems with him from the start. Her heart skipped a beat when he turned to look at her, as if he expected her to follow. Setting her gaze on her feet, she crossed into the room, and took a seat by the windows.
She noticed Legolas chose to stand, preferring instead to pace the room aggressively, reminding her of a caged lion. After a time of unbearable silence, the tension in the room was thick, and Laura grew frustrated. "Well? You said you wished to speak Legolas, do so." Legolas stopped his frantic pacing, and turned to stare at Laura, seemingly thinking about what he should say. Taking a deep breath, he began. "I came to apologize for my behavior of late."
Legolas again began the frantic pacing of her room. Laura frowned. "That's it? 'I apologize for my behavior of late.' That is all you have to say? How about you explain your behavior?" Again Legolas stopped pacing to stare at her, then he slowly began inching his way closer to her, a look of anger written on his face. "And what of your behavior at the fountain? You are not without blame, and yet I came to you to apologize. For my trouble I am treated in this manner. I will explain nothing."
Laura stood, glaring at Legolas, furious she pushed him back from where he blocked her escape from where she stood in front of her chair. "Then leave!" She shouter before storming out of her own room in a rage. Legolas sighed and left to follow her. This was not how he had intended for things to go. Catching up with her he asked her to stop walking, and talk to him. When she refused to reply he asked "where are you going? You stormed out of your own room." Still not stopping or even acknowledging his presence she burst out of the palace doors, and into the village. "To the stables. I am leaving with the horse that was given to me. I would appreciate it if you would stop following me My Lord." She replied after a moment. Legolas kept his pace matched to hers, and they walked together in silence to the stables.
When they arrived Laura readied Buckley, while Legolas did the same for Arod. She would glance in his direction once in a while, to see what he was doing. She silently cursed the elf, and mounted Buckley. The elf seeing her atop Buckley, mounted Arod. "What are you doing?" She asked angrily as she rode past Legolas. "What I am doing is none of your concern Lady Mellcelvalon." Laura huffed. "Very well, but do not think you are following me. You would regret it." Legolas rolled his eyes, and laughed. "I will do as I please within the borders of Mirkwood. You would do well to remember to whom you are speaking and learn to respect me or hold your tongue." Legolas knew he was only getting himself in deeper in trouble with her, but he was too angry.
Angry with Laura, and angry with himself. He also did not understand why he was following her. It would be best to just let her go, that would solve a lot of his current problems. But he knew he couldn't let her just walk out of his life like that. He couldn't when he first met her and he definitely couldn't now that he knew her.
Laura rode in silence for sometime fuming over what had happened, and the fact the elf was now following her. When Buckley began to tire, and she had been riding for hours Laura stopped, and hopped down from his back. Looking around she found Legolas was no where to be seen. "Pfft, I guess he's abandoned us." She said to Buckley, releasing his reins so he could wander and forage. "Come back when I call you alright Buck." She called to him while moving to sit against a nearby tree.
She allowed herself to relax as she had been riding for some time and her entire body ached. Before she could stop herself, she drifted off to sleep.
Doodely Doo Dream Sequence
She was running through the woods, her breathing quick and ragged. Something was chasing her but she was unsure what. "Keep running." She told herself. "You're almost there." She heard a voice whisper seemingly coming from all around her. That caused her to run harder and faster than before. Up ahead she could see a figure running towards her. Everything was in shadow around her, save that of the figure running towards her. The figure appeared warm, welcoming, a sharp contrast to the feeling that emanated from that which she was ran from.
The figure before her appeared faceless, and the figure to her rear wore a cloak of darkness and shadow. "Run!" She found herself screaming before tripping and tumbling to the ground. She was met with no solid surface beneath her, only a falling sensation as all around her she was met with images of her past, her family, friends, and the friendly, happy faces of her deceased pets.
End Doodely Doo Dream Sequence
Laura woke screaming, a sharp pain in her stomach and something warm trickling down her face. She reached up to wipe it away before it could fall into her eye. Looking at her hand covered in blood, she heard the faint sounds of a scuffle and looking up to find two dark figures fighting before her. Looking down to find the source of the pain she cried out in shock – an arrow was imbedded deep within her stomach. She groaned in pain and attempted to pull it free, but only ended up unconscious from the pain.
Legolas quickly beheaded the creature that had attacked them in the cover of darkness. He rushed to Laura's side, and seeing she was unconscious quickly broke the arrow down to the tip, leaving it imbedded within her. Calling for both horses who grazed nearby, Legolas lifted Laura from the ground, and placed her on Arods back, then jumped up behind her. He rested Laura against his chest, her head on his shoulder, and tied Buckley's reigns to his horses saddle. He urged both horses into a run, begging Arod to make great haste to home.
They ran non stop taking no rest, and Laura did not wake at all. They finally reached Mirkwood by sunup, and Legolas jumped from the horse, taking Laura with him. Leaving the horses in a nearby guards care, Legolas carried Laura hurriedly to his fathers personal healers quarters. Legolas lay her on a bed in the healing room, and rushed to find the healer. He burst into the healers sleeping quarters, still dark as little of the morning light had broken through the curtained windows. "Waken Agarato!" He shouted, shoving the elf awake. The healer startled awake rose from his bed. "Legolas, what is it?" He inquired rubbing his eyes awake.
Legolas only shook his head. "You must come, she needs you." The healer dressed quickly, and followed Legolas out to the healing quarters. "What has happened?" He asked removing her bloodied shirt to inspect the wound. "We were resting in the woods, and a lone urik attacked. I was however not spotted, as I did not rest on the ground as she did. Before I could spot the it, the urik had already fired an arrow into her. It approached her to finish it, but I intervened killing it before it could kill her. I then rushed her back. She has been unconscious since the attack."
The healer nodded, and turned his attention back to Laura. "She has lost a lot of blood, but it does not appear the arrow was poisoned. How long ago did this happen?" Legolas thought a moment before he replied. "I would venture to guess four long hours ago." Aragato nodded. "That is good. Legolas, go and rest, I will come find you after I have cleaned her up and removed the arrow head." Legolas thought to protest, but nodded his head dejectedly. 'She would not wish for me to be here.' He told himself, heading out of the room bound for his own bedroom.
Legolas spent much of the morning pacing his room. Only once he chanced lying down for a moments rest did the knock on the door come. Springing from bed, and rushing to the door Legolas flung the door open and was met by his father. Disappointment, and annoyance fell upon his features, making his father uncomfortable. "Ada, what is it?" Thranduil looked at his son, worry, and shock written over his face. "Can a father not come to his own sons room?" Legolas sighed. "Forgive me father, what can I do for you?"
Thranduil shook his head. "May I come in son?" Legolas stood aside, and allowed his father entrance to his room. "Certainly father, come in." Legolas stood by the door while his father entered his room. "I have not been in your room since the day your mother died." Legolas released the breath he had unknowingly been holding since first hearing a knock at the door. Leaving his position by the door Legolas went to stand beside the doors to his balcony. "I miss her Ada, I miss her, and mourn her every day."
His father stood by the fireplace admiring a bow that hung on hooks in the wall. "As do I son, I remember the day she gave you this. You do not use it any longer?" The king ran his fingers over the handle, tracing the small intricate designs that were carved into it. Legolas frowned, his father rarely if ever spoke of his mother. She had died fifteen hundred long years ago, and he never fully recovered from the loss of his beloved wife. "No Ada, please what can I do for you?" Thranduil sighed, and went to sit on Legolas' bed. "Sit with me son."
Legolas turned to find his father sitting on his bed at the foot. Legolas took a deep breath and did as he was asked. The two sat in silence for quite sometime, Legolas' posture stiff, and rigid, his breath coming in quick shallow gasps. "Legolas, what troubles you? You do not seem comfortable." Legolas turned silently to his father who sat staring back ,his eyes clouded with tears. "Things have not been the same since your mother died, in every way. But things between my son and I have never so terrible. Our relationship, once close has seemed to go horribly wrong, has it not? I am so terribly sorry for how I have treated you since her death my son." Legolas watched in shock as a single tear slipped from his fathers eye, and fell upon the blanket covering Legolas' bed. "Forgive me my son." Legolas was still worried, and wished nothing more than to be alone. "Is that all you wished to speak of Ada?" Thranduil nodded solemnly. "It is son." Legolas sighed. "Then you have my forgiveness Ada. Now please, I wish to be alone, as I have much on my mind. So if you will?"
The king observed his son closely, noticing blood stains on his tunic front. "If that is your wish son, but please. Tell me what troubles you so, I have not seen you so worried, and tense in many long years." Legolas turned from his father and sighed. "Mortality father, mortality troubles me." Legolas stood and went to stand in front of the doors to the balcony. "Lady Mel Legolas? Is it the woman who has your mind so troubled?" His father asked before standing, and walking once again to the fireplace. He heard Legolas sigh, and mumble a "Yes, it is she." Thranduil carefully lifted the bow that hung over the mantle, and walking to his sons side placed a steady hand on his sons shoulder. The action caused Legolas to turned. "Why don't you take her out of retirement my son. She longs to sing once more." With that said Thranduil handed a shocked Legolas the bow, and exited his bedroom. A single tear fell from Legolas' cheek, and landed upon the bow he held. He nodded his head, she would sing again. "Naneth"(mother)

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