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Tolkien. Any other names belong to me, Elenya, copyright 2002.
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As Arwen pulled Legolas nearer and nearer to the dancing figure of the lady, Legolas realised how truly graceful and beautiful she was. He was trying hard not to gape, especially since they were now only a few feet away from the couple.
"May I interrupt you, for a moment?" Arwen asked the tall male Elf dancing with her cousin.
"Of course, Arwen!" replied the Elf, laughing.
"Ah," Arwen began as he moved away. "Legolas, this is Elenya Tindómiel, my cousin and granddaughter of the Lady Galadriel. Lina, this is Legolas, Prince of Mirkwood," Arwen introduced the other two Elves.
"It is a pleasure, Prince Legolas," the dark-haired Elf said pleasantly. She had such a melodious voice that Legolas felt he was in a trance when he heard it. It was so beautiful that he wanted for her to speak again. But instead, he replied, "The pleasure is all mine, Lady Elenya."
"Oh, please, do not call me such!" she insisted. "Call me Lina, for this is as everyone does. Arwen did wrong to even introduce me as Elenya for no one calls me that anymore."
"In that case, you should call me Legolas, without any title," Legolas shot back.
"If it is this you wish," Lina said calmly.
Arwen left the two others, murmuring about dancing with Aragorn again. Legolas and Lina stood for a moment, silently, neither knowing what to say. Lina was shy, at times, though mostly she was loved by everyone. For some reason, she did not feel sure of what to say to this stranger. But Legolas broke the silence first.
"So you live here, in the House of Elrond?" he asked, though he was already aware of this fact from Arwen. He had trouble taking his eyes of Lina and he did not want to make her go away.
"Yes, most of the time. Unless, of course I am in Lothlórien. That is where I was born, for that is where my mother, Arwen's mother's sister, is from and had lived with my father," Lina said. She seemed almost wistful as she spoke of her parents.
Now Legolas wished he had asked Arwen what had become of her parents. Were they dead? Did they live elsewhere? For all he knew they may be in the very room he was in at the moment! An awkward silence followed as he tried to think of what to say. He was curious to know of her parents, but did not know if he would hurt her. But he decided to take a risk. "And your parents…?"
Lina paused a little and looked down for a couple of moments. Before she even spoke Legolas regretted asking the question. "They are dead. They were fleeing from Sauron's forces over two thousand years ago. I was not with them at the time. They were fleeing from Lórien to Mirkwood, actually, but perished in the River Gladden. They were being pursued by Orcs, and chose to perish at the will of the water rather than at their foul hands."
She seemed proud of their choice, as Legolas knew Elves had much pride and would rather not die in a way to give more to their enemies. Yet he felt horrible because he had asked such a personal question upon his first meeting with Lina. "I am sorry…" he trailed off.
"That is okay," Lina replied, smiling, "for you had no idea nor any way of knowing. I know that curiosity can take over a person's mind from time to time. Do not worry, for it was many years ago, when I was but 100 years old. I have come to experience many griefs in my life, so I can handle it."
Legolas still felt a little strange, but he decided to let go of the topic. He wanted to ask Lina to dance with him, but still felt awkward.
"I think I will go get some fresh air, for it has grown somewhat stuffy in here, especially after I danced for so long. Would you like to accompany me?" Lina asked politely.
"If you wish for me to come, I shall," Legolas replied carefully. He didn't want her to think of him as desperate or as impolite.
"I wouldn't have asked you if I didn't want you to come," she replied, laughing. "Come with me, and let us go to the garden.
So together the two descended down the stairs and into the twilit garden. It was a breathtaking sight, in this time of dusk. They stood silently, gazing at the moon. Legolas tore his eyes away from the sky to look at the stunning beauty next to him. Lina looked ethereal in the moonlight and Legolas's heart jumped. He felt as though he had fallen in love in a split second. Then he remembered Arwen's "warning". Is this what she meant? Legolas thought. Did she know that her cousin had this charm that could make you fall in love with her in a short moment's time? Legolas's thoughts were interrupted as he realised he had been staring too long. He looked back up at the star-studded sky, though the elegant face of the one next to him still floated through his mind.
"Oh, it's beautiful isn't it?" Lina said, gazing fondly at the surrounding garden. "I always loved coming here, especially to that tree over there," she said pointing. "It used to be somewhat of a hideout when I was younger, and now I just go over there to reminisce in the past. I've always been one to live in the past." She now looked sober. "I suppose that's just my mentality. I'm a romantic, always singing songs of love, thinking up stories with heroes and heroines. Haha, that's the way I've always been. Do you think I'm strange? I mean, I've told you so much about myself in the short time I've spoken to you," Lina inquired, embarrassed at her openness.
"Oh, no!" Legolas cried. It was true. He found her more fascinating and sweet than ever.
"Good," she said, smiling again. They soon forgot this odd conversation when they heard Arwen's voice.
"Lina…? Where are you?"
"Arwen! I'm in the garden! I'll be up in a moment!" Excusing herself quickly from Legolas's presence, she ran lightly up the stairs, leaving Legolas to ponder the meaning of her word. What did she mean by "living in the past"? Oh goodness, I hope I did not leave her thinking about her parents! Cursing himself, Legolas rushed up the stairs. In a couple of more hours, the banquet was over, and Legolas saw nothing of Lina again. He had now met her, yet she was still a thing of mystery, just as she had been before their odd meeting. But as Legolas made his way up to his room, he could have sworn he heard the faint voice he had heard earlier, and he now recognised it as Lina's soft, melodious voice.
~*~ Review, review, reviews… I was told they do not mean much, and I suppose that is right. But thank you so much for all of them because I never thought my story would amount to anything, but you guys are making me feel better! teary eyed haha, well, thanks a lot!!! ~*~
As Arwen pulled Legolas nearer and nearer to the dancing figure of the lady, Legolas realised how truly graceful and beautiful she was. He was trying hard not to gape, especially since they were now only a few feet away from the couple.
"May I interrupt you, for a moment?" Arwen asked the tall male Elf dancing with her cousin.
"Of course, Arwen!" replied the Elf, laughing.
"Ah," Arwen began as he moved away. "Legolas, this is Elenya Tindómiel, my cousin and granddaughter of the Lady Galadriel. Lina, this is Legolas, Prince of Mirkwood," Arwen introduced the other two Elves.
"It is a pleasure, Prince Legolas," the dark-haired Elf said pleasantly. She had such a melodious voice that Legolas felt he was in a trance when he heard it. It was so beautiful that he wanted for her to speak again. But instead, he replied, "The pleasure is all mine, Lady Elenya."
"Oh, please, do not call me such!" she insisted. "Call me Lina, for this is as everyone does. Arwen did wrong to even introduce me as Elenya for no one calls me that anymore."
"In that case, you should call me Legolas, without any title," Legolas shot back.
"If it is this you wish," Lina said calmly.
Arwen left the two others, murmuring about dancing with Aragorn again. Legolas and Lina stood for a moment, silently, neither knowing what to say. Lina was shy, at times, though mostly she was loved by everyone. For some reason, she did not feel sure of what to say to this stranger. But Legolas broke the silence first.
"So you live here, in the House of Elrond?" he asked, though he was already aware of this fact from Arwen. He had trouble taking his eyes of Lina and he did not want to make her go away.
"Yes, most of the time. Unless, of course I am in Lothlórien. That is where I was born, for that is where my mother, Arwen's mother's sister, is from and had lived with my father," Lina said. She seemed almost wistful as she spoke of her parents.
Now Legolas wished he had asked Arwen what had become of her parents. Were they dead? Did they live elsewhere? For all he knew they may be in the very room he was in at the moment! An awkward silence followed as he tried to think of what to say. He was curious to know of her parents, but did not know if he would hurt her. But he decided to take a risk. "And your parents…?"
Lina paused a little and looked down for a couple of moments. Before she even spoke Legolas regretted asking the question. "They are dead. They were fleeing from Sauron's forces over two thousand years ago. I was not with them at the time. They were fleeing from Lórien to Mirkwood, actually, but perished in the River Gladden. They were being pursued by Orcs, and chose to perish at the will of the water rather than at their foul hands."
She seemed proud of their choice, as Legolas knew Elves had much pride and would rather not die in a way to give more to their enemies. Yet he felt horrible because he had asked such a personal question upon his first meeting with Lina. "I am sorry…" he trailed off.
"That is okay," Lina replied, smiling, "for you had no idea nor any way of knowing. I know that curiosity can take over a person's mind from time to time. Do not worry, for it was many years ago, when I was but 100 years old. I have come to experience many griefs in my life, so I can handle it."
Legolas still felt a little strange, but he decided to let go of the topic. He wanted to ask Lina to dance with him, but still felt awkward.
"I think I will go get some fresh air, for it has grown somewhat stuffy in here, especially after I danced for so long. Would you like to accompany me?" Lina asked politely.
"If you wish for me to come, I shall," Legolas replied carefully. He didn't want her to think of him as desperate or as impolite.
"I wouldn't have asked you if I didn't want you to come," she replied, laughing. "Come with me, and let us go to the garden.
So together the two descended down the stairs and into the twilit garden. It was a breathtaking sight, in this time of dusk. They stood silently, gazing at the moon. Legolas tore his eyes away from the sky to look at the stunning beauty next to him. Lina looked ethereal in the moonlight and Legolas's heart jumped. He felt as though he had fallen in love in a split second. Then he remembered Arwen's "warning". Is this what she meant? Legolas thought. Did she know that her cousin had this charm that could make you fall in love with her in a short moment's time? Legolas's thoughts were interrupted as he realised he had been staring too long. He looked back up at the star-studded sky, though the elegant face of the one next to him still floated through his mind.
"Oh, it's beautiful isn't it?" Lina said, gazing fondly at the surrounding garden. "I always loved coming here, especially to that tree over there," she said pointing. "It used to be somewhat of a hideout when I was younger, and now I just go over there to reminisce in the past. I've always been one to live in the past." She now looked sober. "I suppose that's just my mentality. I'm a romantic, always singing songs of love, thinking up stories with heroes and heroines. Haha, that's the way I've always been. Do you think I'm strange? I mean, I've told you so much about myself in the short time I've spoken to you," Lina inquired, embarrassed at her openness.
"Oh, no!" Legolas cried. It was true. He found her more fascinating and sweet than ever.
"Good," she said, smiling again. They soon forgot this odd conversation when they heard Arwen's voice.
"Lina…? Where are you?"
"Arwen! I'm in the garden! I'll be up in a moment!" Excusing herself quickly from Legolas's presence, she ran lightly up the stairs, leaving Legolas to ponder the meaning of her word. What did she mean by "living in the past"? Oh goodness, I hope I did not leave her thinking about her parents! Cursing himself, Legolas rushed up the stairs. In a couple of more hours, the banquet was over, and Legolas saw nothing of Lina again. He had now met her, yet she was still a thing of mystery, just as she had been before their odd meeting. But as Legolas made his way up to his room, he could have sworn he heard the faint voice he had heard earlier, and he now recognised it as Lina's soft, melodious voice.