Disclaimer: Heh, someone just asked me why I waste the energy writing a fanfic, why I don't just write something original. Well, inspiration is the answer, Legolas inspires like no other! Hmm, anyway, I don't own anything to do with Lord of the Rings, really I don't. I swear, no sueing me! Okay? Good, now what has my elf been up to since the last chapter? Well, I took him for a ride to the park. We were charged with caring for a friends dog, well the dog smelled something, and my poor elf unknowing was dragged through the park for over an hour. In the end I found him hiding in a tree shivering, and the dog barking up at him. Sigh, poor elves, they don't know what to make of this world, they really don't. Don't ever show an elf a machine that vibrates or a sex toy, it's just a bad idea. :- That's all for this disclaimer. Until next time!
Chapter 12 – Comforting Wind
Laura sat quietly in the soft cushiony bed wondering what that was about, and why Legolas had left without saying a word, or even goodbye. Turning to the king she smiled and nodded a hello to him, which the king returned. "I hope you do not mind Lady Mellcelvalon, I wished to speak with you. Our friend Agarato also wishes to see how you are fairing." Laura smiled and motioned to the seat Legolas had been sleeping in. "Of course my lord, please sir." The king sat and watched silently as Aragato examined Laura's wound, and asked how she felt, and how much the wound pained her.
Soon the healer finished his check-up and with a nod directed towards the king, he also left the room, leaving Laura alone with the king of Mirkwood. "Tell me child, how do you truly fare, how do you feel within?" The king interrupted the uncomfortable silence that had come over the room since they were left alone with each other. Laura found herself dreading finding out what the king really was here for. Taking a deep breath she began. "How I truly feel your highness? Now well, not well at all truly."
The king frowned. "Tell me." He nodded in encouragement. "Well, you see I was invited to remain here, in Mirkwood, and I did. But the reason was your son alone. I'm all alone in Middle Earth, I know nothing about it, the places, my kind, and I had no friends. But your son, he was kind to me, and I remained for the possibility of friendship in him. But feelings have become different and I am just utterly confused now. I know well many things of elves, and yet I find myself confused by him. Legolas however is so different to what I would expect.
He does not behave as one would expect an elf to, and often times, to be honest he doesn't handle himself too well around me. I find myself doubting my own decision to remain here daily, and I do not like to doubt myself so." Laura looked to the king who sat deep in thought. Doubting her decision to tell him of her troubles, and thoughts she drooped her head down to stare at and fidget with her hands. "Forgive me my lords, I should not have been so bold. Should not have said all of that concerning your son."
The king looked into her eyes, and frowned. "No my lady, I am grateful you have. It clears up many confusions within my mind of late. I want you to understand one thing though. I love my son greatly, and only want for him to be happy." The king smiled. "My son, I have forgotten. I have sent him to await me in my chamber some time ago. I must take my leave now. Mend well child, and I hope we meet again soon." The king stood, and left her room, again leaving Laura more confused than she had before. Sighing she flopped backwards onto her bed, and in the process ripping the stitching from her wound. Crying out from the pain, she again found darkness surrounding her as she lay unconscious in bed.
Legolas sat alone in his fathers chambers, deep in thought. He had not had the chance to set matters straight with Laura, and his mind was wrought with worry over the discussion she was now having with his father. He worried what his father may know about his feelings for her, and what he may say to her. He hoped his father only wished to see how she was fairing after the attack, but knew better as it was taking longer than simply checking up on her would, and why would he have sent him away for that.
His mind was full of questions, and he was seriously considering returning to Laura's room when the door to the chamber turned, and his father stepped in. "Forgive me son, I was delayed in returning." Legolas stood from his chair, as a show of respect, and nodded. "Of course father." Legolas waited until his father had taken a seat, and nodded that it was okay for him to sit. "Thank you for waiting Legolas. I wished to discuss several things with you. Would you like anything son?" The king said, as he poured himself a drink from a bottle of wine. Legolas shook his head. "No Ada, I only wish to return to the lady."
The king frowned. "Why is that Legolas.? She has already woken, you know this, and the healer believes her to be doing splendidly. Why do you not go and take some rest in your own bed when we have finished here." Legolas shifted uncomfortably in his seat. Did his father know? He seemed to suspect something, and didn't want him to go to Laura. "I have something which I must discuss with the lady regarding the attack."
Thranduil nodded. "Very well, though can that not wait until she has completely healed?" Legolas sighed internally. "Ada, what is it that you wish to discuss?" The king smiled slightly. "That which we are already speaking of my son. Your interest in the mortal woman, it concerns me Legolas." Legolas cringed. "I do not know what you mean father." The king shook his head. "Do you think me blind Legolas?" Legolas' eye's went wide. "No! Of course not father, but whatever interest you believe I hold for Lady Mel, I can assure you is only in friendship."
The king smirked. "Is that what you are telling yourself Legolas? Aye, if that is indeed, then perhaps I have nothing to worry about for the time being. Now onto another important subject son. As you know King Elessar and the Queen Arwen shall depart in three weeks time. I would plan a great feast in their honor, and an evening of gay festivities. But I do not wish for either to learn of my plans. I would have you take them away on the last day of the second week." Legolas stared. "Where would you have me take them?"
The king made a face, and shrugged his shoulders. "You will find something suitable for a king and queen my son." Legolas frowned, and sat staring at his father, waiting to learn if he wished to speak of anything more. Thranduil returned the stare for some time, seeking answers within his sons eyes. Finding only worry, and anxiousness within them, he sighed. Pulling a book from the wall behind him, he turned again to his son, and opening the book to somewhere in the middle he nodded. "Very well, go to her son. I however want you to tread lightly where she is concerned. I do not wish to lose a citizen of Mirkwood, nor a son to grief." Legolas scrunched up his nose in annoyance and confusion. Standing he nodded to the king. "As you wish father. I will take my leave now."
Legolas hurried back to Laura's room, passing several nosy elleths who each inquired as to where hw was rushing off to. Finally reaching the door to Laura's room he found himself breathing in a sigh of relief. Cracking the door open slowly he found Laura lying motionless on the bed. "My lady?" He whispered creeping into the room. When she did not reply he took the seat he had rested in before awaking. Sighing he leaned back in the chair for comfort and shut his eyes. 'Perhaps I may speak with her again as before.' He thought to himself. He had hoped to continue their interrupted discussion from earlier, but she appeared to require more rest.
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Hearing a sweet melodious voice ringing within his head he called out curiously. "Mel?" The singing ceased, and he heard a low chuckle. "No a'maelamin."(my beloved) Legolas slowly cracked open his closed eyes. He found himself within a vast open field, with golden and lavender flowers spread out all about him littering the ground, creating a pleasant environment in sight, and smell. The mysterious voice provided for the pleasant sound once again as the singing once again filled his head.
Legolas stared out over the grasses, and flowers searching for the source of the soft, pleasant song. Closing his eyes once more, his ears alert for the direction the sound came from. Suddenly a light breeze passed over him, carrying a message in the sweet voice. "You will not find me with your eyes or ears my son." Confused Legolas whispered to the wind that caressed his being. "Naneth?"(mother) He felt the breeze caress his cheek, stronger than the rest of his body, as though it was the hand of his mother. "Yes Legolas, a'lamin.(my beloved) I have felt your call my son. Felt your despair, and confusion, I seek to comfort you my son, as I once did."
Legolas sighed as a tear fell from his closed eye, and slipped over his cheek, coming to rest finally among the flowers below. "I miss you naneth."(mother) Legolas unsure how, sensed that his mother was smiling, and he returned it with all his heart. "And I you Legolas. But come, our time grows ever short. Tell me what has your heart troubled so. I find myself worrying greatly for you." Legolas' smile faded, and he dropped his head. "You do not know? How is it then that you know my heart has been troubled?"
The wind swept over him again, calming his emotions, and filling him with a great sense of love all around. "I feel your heart within my being at all times Legolas, but I do not know what it holds my son." Legolas sighed. "Love naneth.(mother) I have come to find it holds love. But the love it holds is for a mortal woman. As such I find myself worrying for father, he did not handle your death as well as I. I worry what would become of him if I should one day succumb to grief after her death. I also fear for his wrath, should he learn of my love for her, and oppose it. He has warned me against it from the beginning." Legolas added with a sigh.
He was horrified to find a soft chuckle on the wind. "You laugh at my predicament?" He asked with a frown. "No, my dear. I laugh that you say you fear your ada's(father) wrath. It would amount to nothing more than a few days of sulking my dear. Your father is not a cruel elf. He is only guarded of his heart, and of those that he loves. Do not fear telling him, for I should think you would fear more telling her. I do think that shall take some strength my son."
Legolas smiled. His mother always could put his worries at ease. "Thank you naneth."(naneth) Legolas put his hand to his heart. "I will carry you here for all eternity naneth."(mother) A gust of wind again overcame Legolas, encircling him, in a warm hug, leaving his heart lighter than it had been in many long years. "And I you my son. Go now, she awakes."
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Legolas slowly came to consciousness, a feeling of complete elation and contentment still upon him. "That must have been a wonderful dream." He heard spoken. Legolas smiled, and sitting straight in the chair he nodded. "Indeed it was." She smiled in return. "I didn't think elves slept with their eyes closed though." She mumbled turning onto her back, wincing in pain.
She pulled the blanket down to reveal the front of her tunic was covered in a dark scarlet liquid. She peeled her tunic back painfully to stare at the wound. "You have upset your wound while you slept." She heard Legolas say. She turned to him, and he spoke again. "I will go now and fetch the healer again." She nodded sadly, and watched as Legolas stood and left the room, leaving her alone. 'Ah well, it's how I preferred it back on Earth. Why should it be any different here.' She thought to herself.
Legolas soon returned with the healer in tow, complaining about being interrupted. "But my lord, I have only recently come from the ladies room. She appeared to be healing remarkably well. I do not understand this interruption, and so very soon." Legolas grew so angry and frustrated by the elves incessant, and pointless complaining, that before they reached Laura's room, he stopped, spinning to face him he growled.
"She has upset her wound, you will stop your ceaseless complaining, and you will attend to her. Do you understand?" The healer shocked by the princes behavior could only nod. "Good." Legolas mumbled, turning to hide a growing smirk. 'Ah what love can do to an elf's self control.' He thought to himself. For the prince you see had been raised very well, and possessed impeccable manners. Upon reaching Laura's room, Legolas turned, and motioned with his head that he should enter before him.
The healer saw to Laura's wound, mending the stitches, and then covering it in a balm, he said would cause it to heal quicker, saying he did not want it to open again. What he was truly thinking was that the prince would have his head if she did not recover, and quickly. The healer finished his work, and asked Legolas to join him outside her room for a moment.
"My lord, she has only ripped open the wound a ways more, and ripped out a few stitches. It is nothing to concern yourself with. I have also given her an herb that shall cause her to sleep, so as not to further agitate her wound. She should be out for a day or two. By then the balm should have sealed the puncture. If anything seems wrong, I am at your service. Do not hesitate to find me again."
Legolas smiled. The healer had become frightened by his outburst. "Hannon le melonamin. You may go now." Legolas watched as the healer rushed down the long corridor, glancing back wearily every moment. Sighing Legolas turned and strode down the same corridor in the other direction. It would be at least another day before he could find answers to the questions that burned within him.
Chapter 12 – Comforting Wind
Laura sat quietly in the soft cushiony bed wondering what that was about, and why Legolas had left without saying a word, or even goodbye. Turning to the king she smiled and nodded a hello to him, which the king returned. "I hope you do not mind Lady Mellcelvalon, I wished to speak with you. Our friend Agarato also wishes to see how you are fairing." Laura smiled and motioned to the seat Legolas had been sleeping in. "Of course my lord, please sir." The king sat and watched silently as Aragato examined Laura's wound, and asked how she felt, and how much the wound pained her.
Soon the healer finished his check-up and with a nod directed towards the king, he also left the room, leaving Laura alone with the king of Mirkwood. "Tell me child, how do you truly fare, how do you feel within?" The king interrupted the uncomfortable silence that had come over the room since they were left alone with each other. Laura found herself dreading finding out what the king really was here for. Taking a deep breath she began. "How I truly feel your highness? Now well, not well at all truly."
The king frowned. "Tell me." He nodded in encouragement. "Well, you see I was invited to remain here, in Mirkwood, and I did. But the reason was your son alone. I'm all alone in Middle Earth, I know nothing about it, the places, my kind, and I had no friends. But your son, he was kind to me, and I remained for the possibility of friendship in him. But feelings have become different and I am just utterly confused now. I know well many things of elves, and yet I find myself confused by him. Legolas however is so different to what I would expect.
He does not behave as one would expect an elf to, and often times, to be honest he doesn't handle himself too well around me. I find myself doubting my own decision to remain here daily, and I do not like to doubt myself so." Laura looked to the king who sat deep in thought. Doubting her decision to tell him of her troubles, and thoughts she drooped her head down to stare at and fidget with her hands. "Forgive me my lords, I should not have been so bold. Should not have said all of that concerning your son."
The king looked into her eyes, and frowned. "No my lady, I am grateful you have. It clears up many confusions within my mind of late. I want you to understand one thing though. I love my son greatly, and only want for him to be happy." The king smiled. "My son, I have forgotten. I have sent him to await me in my chamber some time ago. I must take my leave now. Mend well child, and I hope we meet again soon." The king stood, and left her room, again leaving Laura more confused than she had before. Sighing she flopped backwards onto her bed, and in the process ripping the stitching from her wound. Crying out from the pain, she again found darkness surrounding her as she lay unconscious in bed.
Legolas sat alone in his fathers chambers, deep in thought. He had not had the chance to set matters straight with Laura, and his mind was wrought with worry over the discussion she was now having with his father. He worried what his father may know about his feelings for her, and what he may say to her. He hoped his father only wished to see how she was fairing after the attack, but knew better as it was taking longer than simply checking up on her would, and why would he have sent him away for that.
His mind was full of questions, and he was seriously considering returning to Laura's room when the door to the chamber turned, and his father stepped in. "Forgive me son, I was delayed in returning." Legolas stood from his chair, as a show of respect, and nodded. "Of course father." Legolas waited until his father had taken a seat, and nodded that it was okay for him to sit. "Thank you for waiting Legolas. I wished to discuss several things with you. Would you like anything son?" The king said, as he poured himself a drink from a bottle of wine. Legolas shook his head. "No Ada, I only wish to return to the lady."
The king frowned. "Why is that Legolas.? She has already woken, you know this, and the healer believes her to be doing splendidly. Why do you not go and take some rest in your own bed when we have finished here." Legolas shifted uncomfortably in his seat. Did his father know? He seemed to suspect something, and didn't want him to go to Laura. "I have something which I must discuss with the lady regarding the attack."
Thranduil nodded. "Very well, though can that not wait until she has completely healed?" Legolas sighed internally. "Ada, what is it that you wish to discuss?" The king smiled slightly. "That which we are already speaking of my son. Your interest in the mortal woman, it concerns me Legolas." Legolas cringed. "I do not know what you mean father." The king shook his head. "Do you think me blind Legolas?" Legolas' eye's went wide. "No! Of course not father, but whatever interest you believe I hold for Lady Mel, I can assure you is only in friendship."
The king smirked. "Is that what you are telling yourself Legolas? Aye, if that is indeed, then perhaps I have nothing to worry about for the time being. Now onto another important subject son. As you know King Elessar and the Queen Arwen shall depart in three weeks time. I would plan a great feast in their honor, and an evening of gay festivities. But I do not wish for either to learn of my plans. I would have you take them away on the last day of the second week." Legolas stared. "Where would you have me take them?"
The king made a face, and shrugged his shoulders. "You will find something suitable for a king and queen my son." Legolas frowned, and sat staring at his father, waiting to learn if he wished to speak of anything more. Thranduil returned the stare for some time, seeking answers within his sons eyes. Finding only worry, and anxiousness within them, he sighed. Pulling a book from the wall behind him, he turned again to his son, and opening the book to somewhere in the middle he nodded. "Very well, go to her son. I however want you to tread lightly where she is concerned. I do not wish to lose a citizen of Mirkwood, nor a son to grief." Legolas scrunched up his nose in annoyance and confusion. Standing he nodded to the king. "As you wish father. I will take my leave now."
Legolas hurried back to Laura's room, passing several nosy elleths who each inquired as to where hw was rushing off to. Finally reaching the door to Laura's room he found himself breathing in a sigh of relief. Cracking the door open slowly he found Laura lying motionless on the bed. "My lady?" He whispered creeping into the room. When she did not reply he took the seat he had rested in before awaking. Sighing he leaned back in the chair for comfort and shut his eyes. 'Perhaps I may speak with her again as before.' He thought to himself. He had hoped to continue their interrupted discussion from earlier, but she appeared to require more rest.
Insert doodily doo sound from Wayne's World here to indicate beginning of dream sequence
Hearing a sweet melodious voice ringing within his head he called out curiously. "Mel?" The singing ceased, and he heard a low chuckle. "No a'maelamin."(my beloved) Legolas slowly cracked open his closed eyes. He found himself within a vast open field, with golden and lavender flowers spread out all about him littering the ground, creating a pleasant environment in sight, and smell. The mysterious voice provided for the pleasant sound once again as the singing once again filled his head.
Legolas stared out over the grasses, and flowers searching for the source of the soft, pleasant song. Closing his eyes once more, his ears alert for the direction the sound came from. Suddenly a light breeze passed over him, carrying a message in the sweet voice. "You will not find me with your eyes or ears my son." Confused Legolas whispered to the wind that caressed his being. "Naneth?"(mother) He felt the breeze caress his cheek, stronger than the rest of his body, as though it was the hand of his mother. "Yes Legolas, a'lamin.(my beloved) I have felt your call my son. Felt your despair, and confusion, I seek to comfort you my son, as I once did."
Legolas sighed as a tear fell from his closed eye, and slipped over his cheek, coming to rest finally among the flowers below. "I miss you naneth."(mother) Legolas unsure how, sensed that his mother was smiling, and he returned it with all his heart. "And I you Legolas. But come, our time grows ever short. Tell me what has your heart troubled so. I find myself worrying greatly for you." Legolas' smile faded, and he dropped his head. "You do not know? How is it then that you know my heart has been troubled?"
The wind swept over him again, calming his emotions, and filling him with a great sense of love all around. "I feel your heart within my being at all times Legolas, but I do not know what it holds my son." Legolas sighed. "Love naneth.(mother) I have come to find it holds love. But the love it holds is for a mortal woman. As such I find myself worrying for father, he did not handle your death as well as I. I worry what would become of him if I should one day succumb to grief after her death. I also fear for his wrath, should he learn of my love for her, and oppose it. He has warned me against it from the beginning." Legolas added with a sigh.
He was horrified to find a soft chuckle on the wind. "You laugh at my predicament?" He asked with a frown. "No, my dear. I laugh that you say you fear your ada's(father) wrath. It would amount to nothing more than a few days of sulking my dear. Your father is not a cruel elf. He is only guarded of his heart, and of those that he loves. Do not fear telling him, for I should think you would fear more telling her. I do think that shall take some strength my son."
Legolas smiled. His mother always could put his worries at ease. "Thank you naneth."(naneth) Legolas put his hand to his heart. "I will carry you here for all eternity naneth."(mother) A gust of wind again overcame Legolas, encircling him, in a warm hug, leaving his heart lighter than it had been in many long years. "And I you my son. Go now, she awakes."
Insert doodily doo sound from Wayne's World here to indicate beginning of dream sequence
Legolas slowly came to consciousness, a feeling of complete elation and contentment still upon him. "That must have been a wonderful dream." He heard spoken. Legolas smiled, and sitting straight in the chair he nodded. "Indeed it was." She smiled in return. "I didn't think elves slept with their eyes closed though." She mumbled turning onto her back, wincing in pain.
She pulled the blanket down to reveal the front of her tunic was covered in a dark scarlet liquid. She peeled her tunic back painfully to stare at the wound. "You have upset your wound while you slept." She heard Legolas say. She turned to him, and he spoke again. "I will go now and fetch the healer again." She nodded sadly, and watched as Legolas stood and left the room, leaving her alone. 'Ah well, it's how I preferred it back on Earth. Why should it be any different here.' She thought to herself.
Legolas soon returned with the healer in tow, complaining about being interrupted. "But my lord, I have only recently come from the ladies room. She appeared to be healing remarkably well. I do not understand this interruption, and so very soon." Legolas grew so angry and frustrated by the elves incessant, and pointless complaining, that before they reached Laura's room, he stopped, spinning to face him he growled.
"She has upset her wound, you will stop your ceaseless complaining, and you will attend to her. Do you understand?" The healer shocked by the princes behavior could only nod. "Good." Legolas mumbled, turning to hide a growing smirk. 'Ah what love can do to an elf's self control.' He thought to himself. For the prince you see had been raised very well, and possessed impeccable manners. Upon reaching Laura's room, Legolas turned, and motioned with his head that he should enter before him.
The healer saw to Laura's wound, mending the stitches, and then covering it in a balm, he said would cause it to heal quicker, saying he did not want it to open again. What he was truly thinking was that the prince would have his head if she did not recover, and quickly. The healer finished his work, and asked Legolas to join him outside her room for a moment.
"My lord, she has only ripped open the wound a ways more, and ripped out a few stitches. It is nothing to concern yourself with. I have also given her an herb that shall cause her to sleep, so as not to further agitate her wound. She should be out for a day or two. By then the balm should have sealed the puncture. If anything seems wrong, I am at your service. Do not hesitate to find me again."
Legolas smiled. The healer had become frightened by his outburst. "Hannon le melonamin. You may go now." Legolas watched as the healer rushed down the long corridor, glancing back wearily every moment. Sighing Legolas turned and strode down the same corridor in the other direction. It would be at least another day before he could find answers to the questions that burned within him.