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I stood at the high balcony and looked at the flaming stars above, twinkling merrily in the vast velvety blue sky. The stars shone all the more brighter here than any of those I had seen elsewhere. Though perhaps, I am looking at the very same stars I had seen through the skylight at home.
I looked dreamily at them when a silver streak caught my eye. A star is falling. And I began to wonder why some would feel excited and happy when the see a falling star. The excitement, I could somewhat understand for such a thing does not happen too often. But to feel happy......... To see something so beautiful fall and diminish and to feel happy for such a happening? I sighed and closed my eyes as the light of the star faded and waned upon the dark heavens. The wind danced and whispered, spiralling upwards and gently greeted me as it kissed my cheeks and lifted my hair.
Somewhere not too far away, lovers would sit and gaze at the celestial lights, waiting, almost willing for one to fall out of the sky and disappear, never to return to its place in the deep blue skies again. Then, if one of those lovely diamonds of heaven should fall, they would make a silent wish, a secret hope that they believe would somehow be made true.
If such wishes do come true, why not wish upon the still burning stars in the sky? For if wishes were granted by stars, why trouble one that is falling and would die in a matter of moment? My eyes once again travelled across the horizon. No, wishes were never granted by stars. I laughed at my childish ignorance, one that I used to dwell in. I had made a wish upon a dying star yet my wish was never granted. I had wished to find true love. Where then is my true love?
No. Wishes were never granted by stars, never by falling stars. Rather, I believed that if anyone or anything were to grant wishes, it would be the Maker. The one who shaped and placed the stars themselves.
Legolas walked and stood quietly beside me, a questioning look in his eyes. "What are you thinking about?" he asked and smiled as I looked down hurriedly to hide a blush. I was not expecting him to come and stand with me here on the balcony.
"Nothing of importance, really........." I stammered, holding onto the carved, stone railings of the balcony. I turned my gaze back to the sky.
"Are you looking for a falling star?" he stepped closer and followed my gaze.
"No!" I answered, a little too loudly but I wouldn't hesitate to give him a piece of my mind if he decided to say that he loved to watch a star fall to its doom.
"I don't understand why some would find such joy in seeing a star fall," he proceeded to say, as if speaking my mind.
"Me too," I caught his eyes and there was a moment of uncomfortable silence. I could almost feel another blush rising to my cheeks. Feeling a little awkward, I broke the gaze and stared at my bare feet.
"I'm a little hungry," he paused to look at me, as if trying to see if I'm hungry too, "Do you think the King would mind if we sneak into his kitchen for a bite?"
"Well, I don't know........." I said.
Apparently bubbling with excitement, he caught hold of my hand. "I don't think he will," he chuckled, "Shall we go and give the royal kitchen a visit?"
"Erm, sure........." I smiled, the mischievous and curious streak evident in my voice.
And so, we took off on a quest to find supper, travelling through quiet and solemn hallways with soft carpets. It wasn't necessary to walk on tiptoe for the carpets silenced all sound of footfalls. I gasped when we bumped into several guards still on duty but they just bowed and let us pass when they saw the Mirkwood prince beside me.
So we arrived at the door, which led to the kitchen with no problem at all. As we entered the huge place, I realised something. How can I eat with my veil on? Argh!!! The prince was trying to trick me into revealing my identity! I hit my forehead with the back of my hand in a very unlady- like manner at the realization. How silly of me.........
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"What irony," Lalaith thought as she ran beside Legolas' long strides. Here she is trying to make Legolas see that she is Lalaith and not a deer. He smiled down at her, "Can't keep up, huh, little one?" But he did not slow down, "Do you know the way out of this darkness?" he asked her anxiously. "I dislike wondering around in this place with no direction."
Legolas' mood lifted a whole lot when he found the white deer seemingly lost itself just like him. He was then glad that he did not have to travel alone. He did not care how silly he looked talking to a deer. Had not Elves been talking to all living things even to the extend of teaching the spirit of trees to speak? Elves, the Qwendi, the first of all living things to utter words...
Such vast emptiness all around, just like a dark soul without love. Where is happiness? The joyful colours of vibrant vibes surging through and warming the beating heart. There was only constant searching for something that was unreachable. And such a search always ended in vain. Leaving the seeker, empty-handed and forlorn. Where each breath was just a sigh of futility. Silence haunted every corner for music was not found anywhere. No singing, no sound of the lovely harps or flutes. So lost without love. And these, this was the very soul of the Shadow. She looked but never found and sought forever in vain. How was she to know what love is? Her heart was cold. She hated herself and in doing so, hated everyone and everything.
At first the Shadow was not evil. She was lovely and revered by all. She worked hand-in-hand with Light putting depth and beauty into all things they touched. But then, unspoken envy began to grow in her as all others chose to praise the wonderful works of Light and said nothing about her labour. Jealousy whispered words of anger into her ears and she sought of ways to cause the downfall of Light. She wanted to be better than him. Light was not aware of this for he was so eager to perfect his works that he took no notice of her and that added to her anger. In fact, no one paid any attention to her at all. She was always the one behind the scenes and no one thought of appreciating her effort.
The Shadow began to act rebellious. She broke rule after rule, ignoring the dark words spoken about her. And in secret, she practiced her skill to use the power of others. Under her wings, the creatures of Melkor bred and multiplied while she veiled the eyes of Valinor. Her thirst for power increased and her heart became colder and colder each day until it was soon devoid of any feelings unless they were feelings of anger, hatred and poisonous jealousy. Deep down inside her, a dagger of sadness pierced her heart but she chose to hide it. Layer upon layer, she built her fortress, ever hiding behind the walls. Her beauty soon faded behind the ugly mask she wore. Her desire for the attention and love of others turned bitterly into the desire for power.
Nevertheless, behind those walls, a torn heart still worked. Beating ever so timidly for it was afraid of attaining more wounds. The Shadow hid all her true feelings. Her life was like a masquerade and she joined in the crowd, changing the masks often to hide what she felt. She laughed when sorrow plagued her, achieved boldness in the face of her fear and of all, she pretended that she had all she wanted – attention, love, the respect from other. Distrust grew in her for to her eyes, she saw that there was no longer truth. It seemed to her that everyone else hid their feelings from her too.
Then, she chose her doom and left Valinor, following the dark footsteps of Melkor. For his cunning words slipped a gleam of hope in her. He promised her great power beyond any measure if she were to work for him. She agreed without even thinking of the consequences for too heavily had that monster of jealousy distorted her mind, conquering her reasoning and logic.
Long she laboured for him, doing his works without questioning and patiently awaiting the promised reward. But there was none. How could she have believed in Melkor, the King of Deceit, to fulfil what he had promised? In rage, she ceased doing his works and confronted him unflinchingly to demand for her reward. And to her utter disappointment, he had but laughed at her face and told her of her foolishness. She declared that she would for thence on work not for him if he would not give her her much deserved reward. Melkor however was not at all moved by her word and preceded to say, "I do not need you!" in cruel mockery.
And she was banished from the realms of Melkor. She was utterly lost and loneliness crept upon her like a slow poison that would only cause pain but would not kill her. Such torture she endured that was not of the physical but to her emotions and that had proved to be a much brutal torture. For physical wounds would heal with time but the injured heart will never find cure. It shall remain torn and would bleed unceasingly. Such wounds generally stay hidden for those who were injured in such a way would hide their injury from the world they so hated. They, more than all others, would strive to prove that they are better than the world itself.
This is so for the Shadow. For now, she lived in darkness, detesting Light and everything related to him. She sat in at the throne of her own hidden realm, gathering what dull slaves she could find, in an attempt to build her own kingdom. But she never did accomplish this. Not long after that was downfall of Melkor and with him, went a portion of her power. Because she had given them to him for his use before she realise her mistake.
Though, every night, she would walk and her shadows would rise with her, veiling her face and the unshed tears of her eyes that had long lost their radiance. She would walk solitarily in her realm and look up at the stars. She would marvel at their beauty and her memories would bring her back to the days when she was still in Valinor. Oh how she long for to return to those days, to walk in the blessed place and to dwell in peace and happiness. And it was then that she would remember Light, his golden eyes and his merry laughter. She remembered the many jokes that they had shared and the way they had worked together, one lighting the other darkening. They had travelled Middle-earth together, following the pace of the Sun and the Moon. Those were the happiest moments of her life and all these now seemed totally lost to her. She would not even dare to hope to return to such days for fear that she would obtain further wounds to her heart when she realised that that was impossible.
The Shadow would then realise that behind all the deceitful curtains of jealousy, anger and hatred, lay a single emotion of truth. She would realise that in her heart all this while there was a certain feeling that had laid hidden so well that she herself was not aware of till now. She was in love with Light.
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A/N: Chappie finally up! I think it has been almost two months since I've updated *gasps* Anyway, I could get out of a serious case of writer blocks until like last week since I had been extremely busy with church activities and college or university stuff before that. Orientation Week for my university would start this week so I was rushing to get this chapter up before I go to study. I hope that when studies start I might still be able to update this fan fiction. I find that I can only write well when I am feeling very happy or very sad. Weird, ain't it?
Well, don't forget to press on the review button and tell me what you thing!!!
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Dear Undomiel, Imagines Aragorn in all his dirty clothes, blood, sweat and stuff. He IS the KING. And yeah.........he IS SEXY.........at times =P
Dear Legolas's Bride, Wow! Your review really made me smile. Thanks! But don't be too sure there isn't anything to criticize in this fan fiction. I found loads of them and more than 5 reviewers had too.........
Dear Kelsey, Tries hitting Writer's Block on the head with a lamp *hits furiously* Hmm.........I guess it worked! Because here is the next chapter =) Thanks for the advice.
Dear Hebe Jebes, I hope I am not torturing you with my horrible style of writing and my boring story. Glad you're still reading my fan fiction.
Dear Kaith Kenshin, You changed your username again!!?? I almost couldn't recognise you there.........hehe.........Anyway, thanks for the compliments. You are really making me swell with pride =P Perhaps you should write LOTR fan fictions too.........Oh yeah, and don't forget to pester Skysong (CY) to write her own fan fictions *I hope she isn't reading this*
Dear kandi777666, Thanks for convincing me I'm not a lousy writer! And for reading all my other fan fictions!
Dear Legolas_luva, Sorry, but I don't think I can e-mail my stories to you =( But you can read it here in fanfiction.net!
Dear Sherwood Girl, I don't think Legolas or Lalaith is going to die.........yet.........*evil laughter*
Dear Anonymous, I shall call you Squishy and you shall be my Squishy =P
Dear ~*~, Don't say I didn't warn you!
Dear someone sane, For your information, I have read the books before writing this rubbish. And although in the Silmarillion, Lalaith is the daughter of Hurin and Morwen, the Lalaith in this story is not. If you have also read the books (like I did), you would also find that J.R.R. Tolkien himself sometimes used the same name for different persons or characters. For example, the character of Haldir. As all of LOTR fans know, he is the March Warden of Lothlorien, an elf and a handsome one at that.........hehe.........Anyway, there is also another character by the name of Haldir in the Silmarillion and they are definitely NOT the same person. The Haldir in Silmarillion is the son of Halmir of Brethil. He was a human, not an elf, and was slain in the Nirnaeth Arnoediad. So you see, that gave me a right to use the same name for different characters because the Haldir in Lord of the Rings is not the same as the Haldir in Silmarillion and my Lalaith is not the same as the Lalaith in Silmarillion or the Unfinished Tales. Unless if you can prove to me that Haldir of Silmarillion had somehow changed into an elf, came alive again and landed in Lothlorien, please bear with me for using the name Lalaith in this story (well, if you're going to continue reading it.........which I highly doubt). There is also Glorfindel but some claimed that the Glorfindel of LOTR is the same as the one in Silmarillion. And for this story being a Mary Sue story.........don't say I didn't warn you!
Dear Snowmane, Yup, the deer is Lalaith! And fortunately, my instructor allows me to wind down the windows. I was gulping for fresh air then =P Sorry for confusing you.........
Dear Lady Gwen of Avalon, Ohh.........I'll have to look up on the Greek myth! I might get more inspiration from it =) In mean time, let us fight together against this horrible Writer's Block.
I stood at the high balcony and looked at the flaming stars above, twinkling merrily in the vast velvety blue sky. The stars shone all the more brighter here than any of those I had seen elsewhere. Though perhaps, I am looking at the very same stars I had seen through the skylight at home.
I looked dreamily at them when a silver streak caught my eye. A star is falling. And I began to wonder why some would feel excited and happy when the see a falling star. The excitement, I could somewhat understand for such a thing does not happen too often. But to feel happy......... To see something so beautiful fall and diminish and to feel happy for such a happening? I sighed and closed my eyes as the light of the star faded and waned upon the dark heavens. The wind danced and whispered, spiralling upwards and gently greeted me as it kissed my cheeks and lifted my hair.
Somewhere not too far away, lovers would sit and gaze at the celestial lights, waiting, almost willing for one to fall out of the sky and disappear, never to return to its place in the deep blue skies again. Then, if one of those lovely diamonds of heaven should fall, they would make a silent wish, a secret hope that they believe would somehow be made true.
If such wishes do come true, why not wish upon the still burning stars in the sky? For if wishes were granted by stars, why trouble one that is falling and would die in a matter of moment? My eyes once again travelled across the horizon. No, wishes were never granted by stars. I laughed at my childish ignorance, one that I used to dwell in. I had made a wish upon a dying star yet my wish was never granted. I had wished to find true love. Where then is my true love?
No. Wishes were never granted by stars, never by falling stars. Rather, I believed that if anyone or anything were to grant wishes, it would be the Maker. The one who shaped and placed the stars themselves.
Legolas walked and stood quietly beside me, a questioning look in his eyes. "What are you thinking about?" he asked and smiled as I looked down hurriedly to hide a blush. I was not expecting him to come and stand with me here on the balcony.
"Nothing of importance, really........." I stammered, holding onto the carved, stone railings of the balcony. I turned my gaze back to the sky.
"Are you looking for a falling star?" he stepped closer and followed my gaze.
"No!" I answered, a little too loudly but I wouldn't hesitate to give him a piece of my mind if he decided to say that he loved to watch a star fall to its doom.
"I don't understand why some would find such joy in seeing a star fall," he proceeded to say, as if speaking my mind.
"Me too," I caught his eyes and there was a moment of uncomfortable silence. I could almost feel another blush rising to my cheeks. Feeling a little awkward, I broke the gaze and stared at my bare feet.
"I'm a little hungry," he paused to look at me, as if trying to see if I'm hungry too, "Do you think the King would mind if we sneak into his kitchen for a bite?"
"Well, I don't know........." I said.
Apparently bubbling with excitement, he caught hold of my hand. "I don't think he will," he chuckled, "Shall we go and give the royal kitchen a visit?"
"Erm, sure........." I smiled, the mischievous and curious streak evident in my voice.
And so, we took off on a quest to find supper, travelling through quiet and solemn hallways with soft carpets. It wasn't necessary to walk on tiptoe for the carpets silenced all sound of footfalls. I gasped when we bumped into several guards still on duty but they just bowed and let us pass when they saw the Mirkwood prince beside me.
So we arrived at the door, which led to the kitchen with no problem at all. As we entered the huge place, I realised something. How can I eat with my veil on? Argh!!! The prince was trying to trick me into revealing my identity! I hit my forehead with the back of my hand in a very unlady- like manner at the realization. How silly of me.........
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"What irony," Lalaith thought as she ran beside Legolas' long strides. Here she is trying to make Legolas see that she is Lalaith and not a deer. He smiled down at her, "Can't keep up, huh, little one?" But he did not slow down, "Do you know the way out of this darkness?" he asked her anxiously. "I dislike wondering around in this place with no direction."
Legolas' mood lifted a whole lot when he found the white deer seemingly lost itself just like him. He was then glad that he did not have to travel alone. He did not care how silly he looked talking to a deer. Had not Elves been talking to all living things even to the extend of teaching the spirit of trees to speak? Elves, the Qwendi, the first of all living things to utter words...
Such vast emptiness all around, just like a dark soul without love. Where is happiness? The joyful colours of vibrant vibes surging through and warming the beating heart. There was only constant searching for something that was unreachable. And such a search always ended in vain. Leaving the seeker, empty-handed and forlorn. Where each breath was just a sigh of futility. Silence haunted every corner for music was not found anywhere. No singing, no sound of the lovely harps or flutes. So lost without love. And these, this was the very soul of the Shadow. She looked but never found and sought forever in vain. How was she to know what love is? Her heart was cold. She hated herself and in doing so, hated everyone and everything.
At first the Shadow was not evil. She was lovely and revered by all. She worked hand-in-hand with Light putting depth and beauty into all things they touched. But then, unspoken envy began to grow in her as all others chose to praise the wonderful works of Light and said nothing about her labour. Jealousy whispered words of anger into her ears and she sought of ways to cause the downfall of Light. She wanted to be better than him. Light was not aware of this for he was so eager to perfect his works that he took no notice of her and that added to her anger. In fact, no one paid any attention to her at all. She was always the one behind the scenes and no one thought of appreciating her effort.
The Shadow began to act rebellious. She broke rule after rule, ignoring the dark words spoken about her. And in secret, she practiced her skill to use the power of others. Under her wings, the creatures of Melkor bred and multiplied while she veiled the eyes of Valinor. Her thirst for power increased and her heart became colder and colder each day until it was soon devoid of any feelings unless they were feelings of anger, hatred and poisonous jealousy. Deep down inside her, a dagger of sadness pierced her heart but she chose to hide it. Layer upon layer, she built her fortress, ever hiding behind the walls. Her beauty soon faded behind the ugly mask she wore. Her desire for the attention and love of others turned bitterly into the desire for power.
Nevertheless, behind those walls, a torn heart still worked. Beating ever so timidly for it was afraid of attaining more wounds. The Shadow hid all her true feelings. Her life was like a masquerade and she joined in the crowd, changing the masks often to hide what she felt. She laughed when sorrow plagued her, achieved boldness in the face of her fear and of all, she pretended that she had all she wanted – attention, love, the respect from other. Distrust grew in her for to her eyes, she saw that there was no longer truth. It seemed to her that everyone else hid their feelings from her too.
Then, she chose her doom and left Valinor, following the dark footsteps of Melkor. For his cunning words slipped a gleam of hope in her. He promised her great power beyond any measure if she were to work for him. She agreed without even thinking of the consequences for too heavily had that monster of jealousy distorted her mind, conquering her reasoning and logic.
Long she laboured for him, doing his works without questioning and patiently awaiting the promised reward. But there was none. How could she have believed in Melkor, the King of Deceit, to fulfil what he had promised? In rage, she ceased doing his works and confronted him unflinchingly to demand for her reward. And to her utter disappointment, he had but laughed at her face and told her of her foolishness. She declared that she would for thence on work not for him if he would not give her her much deserved reward. Melkor however was not at all moved by her word and preceded to say, "I do not need you!" in cruel mockery.
And she was banished from the realms of Melkor. She was utterly lost and loneliness crept upon her like a slow poison that would only cause pain but would not kill her. Such torture she endured that was not of the physical but to her emotions and that had proved to be a much brutal torture. For physical wounds would heal with time but the injured heart will never find cure. It shall remain torn and would bleed unceasingly. Such wounds generally stay hidden for those who were injured in such a way would hide their injury from the world they so hated. They, more than all others, would strive to prove that they are better than the world itself.
This is so for the Shadow. For now, she lived in darkness, detesting Light and everything related to him. She sat in at the throne of her own hidden realm, gathering what dull slaves she could find, in an attempt to build her own kingdom. But she never did accomplish this. Not long after that was downfall of Melkor and with him, went a portion of her power. Because she had given them to him for his use before she realise her mistake.
Though, every night, she would walk and her shadows would rise with her, veiling her face and the unshed tears of her eyes that had long lost their radiance. She would walk solitarily in her realm and look up at the stars. She would marvel at their beauty and her memories would bring her back to the days when she was still in Valinor. Oh how she long for to return to those days, to walk in the blessed place and to dwell in peace and happiness. And it was then that she would remember Light, his golden eyes and his merry laughter. She remembered the many jokes that they had shared and the way they had worked together, one lighting the other darkening. They had travelled Middle-earth together, following the pace of the Sun and the Moon. Those were the happiest moments of her life and all these now seemed totally lost to her. She would not even dare to hope to return to such days for fear that she would obtain further wounds to her heart when she realised that that was impossible.
The Shadow would then realise that behind all the deceitful curtains of jealousy, anger and hatred, lay a single emotion of truth. She would realise that in her heart all this while there was a certain feeling that had laid hidden so well that she herself was not aware of till now. She was in love with Light.
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A/N: Chappie finally up! I think it has been almost two months since I've updated *gasps* Anyway, I could get out of a serious case of writer blocks until like last week since I had been extremely busy with church activities and college or university stuff before that. Orientation Week for my university would start this week so I was rushing to get this chapter up before I go to study. I hope that when studies start I might still be able to update this fan fiction. I find that I can only write well when I am feeling very happy or very sad. Weird, ain't it?
Well, don't forget to press on the review button and tell me what you thing!!!
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Dear Undomiel, Imagines Aragorn in all his dirty clothes, blood, sweat and stuff. He IS the KING. And yeah.........he IS SEXY.........at times =P
Dear Legolas's Bride, Wow! Your review really made me smile. Thanks! But don't be too sure there isn't anything to criticize in this fan fiction. I found loads of them and more than 5 reviewers had too.........
Dear Kelsey, Tries hitting Writer's Block on the head with a lamp *hits furiously* Hmm.........I guess it worked! Because here is the next chapter =) Thanks for the advice.
Dear Hebe Jebes, I hope I am not torturing you with my horrible style of writing and my boring story. Glad you're still reading my fan fiction.
Dear Kaith Kenshin, You changed your username again!!?? I almost couldn't recognise you there.........hehe.........Anyway, thanks for the compliments. You are really making me swell with pride =P Perhaps you should write LOTR fan fictions too.........Oh yeah, and don't forget to pester Skysong (CY) to write her own fan fictions *I hope she isn't reading this*
Dear kandi777666, Thanks for convincing me I'm not a lousy writer! And for reading all my other fan fictions!
Dear Legolas_luva, Sorry, but I don't think I can e-mail my stories to you =( But you can read it here in fanfiction.net!
Dear Sherwood Girl, I don't think Legolas or Lalaith is going to die.........yet.........*evil laughter*
Dear Anonymous, I shall call you Squishy and you shall be my Squishy =P
Dear ~*~, Don't say I didn't warn you!
Dear someone sane, For your information, I have read the books before writing this rubbish. And although in the Silmarillion, Lalaith is the daughter of Hurin and Morwen, the Lalaith in this story is not. If you have also read the books (like I did), you would also find that J.R.R. Tolkien himself sometimes used the same name for different persons or characters. For example, the character of Haldir. As all of LOTR fans know, he is the March Warden of Lothlorien, an elf and a handsome one at that.........hehe.........Anyway, there is also another character by the name of Haldir in the Silmarillion and they are definitely NOT the same person. The Haldir in Silmarillion is the son of Halmir of Brethil. He was a human, not an elf, and was slain in the Nirnaeth Arnoediad. So you see, that gave me a right to use the same name for different characters because the Haldir in Lord of the Rings is not the same as the Haldir in Silmarillion and my Lalaith is not the same as the Lalaith in Silmarillion or the Unfinished Tales. Unless if you can prove to me that Haldir of Silmarillion had somehow changed into an elf, came alive again and landed in Lothlorien, please bear with me for using the name Lalaith in this story (well, if you're going to continue reading it.........which I highly doubt). There is also Glorfindel but some claimed that the Glorfindel of LOTR is the same as the one in Silmarillion. And for this story being a Mary Sue story.........don't say I didn't warn you!
Dear Snowmane, Yup, the deer is Lalaith! And fortunately, my instructor allows me to wind down the windows. I was gulping for fresh air then =P Sorry for confusing you.........
Dear Lady Gwen of Avalon, Ohh.........I'll have to look up on the Greek myth! I might get more inspiration from it =) In mean time, let us fight together against this horrible Writer's Block.