A/N: Hello all! Sorry for the temporary delay in chapters, but believe me,
I have lots of stuff to type up! (10 handwritten...urg.... pages). So
yeah... enjoy!
Chapter Six:
A knock rapped on Larien's door a week later. Legolas, who had been sitting on the counter watching Larien make (more) Lembas, hopped off and went to answer it.
"Is Larien Calafalas available?" The elf, a guard that Legolas recognized as Haldir, asked, standing proudly on the step.
"Oh, hello, Legolas." Haldir dropped his formalities.
"Vedui, mellon," Legolas replied, smiling at his old friend.
"What are you doing in Lothlorien? I heard that Mirkwood was busy with orc patrols." Haldir asked.
"It isn't anymore. For the last century Eryn Lasgalen has been quite undisturbed. I came to visit Larien," Legolas replied, inviting Haldir in with a wave.
"Great! How long are you staying?"
Legolas was about to answer when Larien sneakily snaked her hand into Legolas' hand. Haldir raised his eyebrows. "Obviously a long time." He answered his own question, smiling. He turned to Larien. "The Lady requested your presence, she expects you to be there as soon as time allows, and she says that it is important." Larien nodded, gave Legolas a quick kiss, and followed Haldir out.
"What does Galadriel want?" Larien asked, jogging to keep up with Haldir's quick pace.
"I don't know. It's her business, not mine. I'm just the marchwarden." Haldir grinned. "While we have time, when did this Legolas-relationship spring up, anyways?" he asked.
"A week ago... we were swimming and he kissed me..." Larien smiled, blushing slightly.
"Ah, so he finally told you." Haldir said. "He conferred his feelings to me last time I was in Mirkwood, since we are good friends. He told me he would come visit you when he got the guts to see you again."
They reached the humungous tree that housed the Lord and Lady's dwellings and started to walk up the slowly sloping stairs.
"One could get lost on these," Larien jested, following each stair with her eyes.
"Yes," Haldir agreed. "You know, I had an apprentice that actually counted these stairs. Larien stared at him in shock.
"20947," Haldir said in awe. "Of course, that was all the way to the top, not to the level most elves stop at, which happens to be only 9236." Haldir and Larien climbed and climbed until at last Larien, quite dizzy, waved goodbye at Galadriel's door.
Before she had a chance to knock, Galadriel's voice drafted through the door, "Come in, Lauren."
"Hello, Galadriel," Larien said, giving her a kiss on the cheek and sitting down next to her. Galadriel always treated her as her own daughter, and Larien was grateful for that. It had helped her settle in to the Elven world. She always gave off an air of Authority, and Larien respected that... she always did.
"Do you know why you are here, Lauren? Galadriel asked, using Larien's original name... she always did, but Larien did not know why.
"No, my lady... I do not. Although it is always enjoyable to spend time with you. Whether there is a reason behind it or not."
"I have summoned you here to talk to you about the Prince Greenleaf." She started. Larien looked confused. She called her here to talk about Legolas? "Lauren, I see that you have fallen in love with him." Larien nodded. "But you cannot truly love someone, and they cannot truly love you without knowing you inside and out. Do you understand?" Galadriel asked, glancing at the young elf in front of her.
Larien nodded, but Galadriel disagreed. "I do not believe you do, Lauren. Before Legolas falls too deeply in love with you, meaning he has to have a chance to back out, he has to know you inside and out, present self, and past self." Galadriel stared at her meaningfully.
"So Legolas has to know that I have not always been an elf? That I was sent here for reasons I still have not learned the answers to in 200 years?!" Larien asked loudly, not bothering to lower her voice in front of the Lady of the Galadhrim.
"Hush, child, no need to fuss." Galadriel soothed her.
"But I don't know if I can do that, Galadriel!" Larien yelled. "What if he abandons me when I tell him that I was once a human named Lauren Thompson!" she fretted, standing up, raising her hands to her head, and starting to pace the room.
"Galadriel, the thought haunts me every day, alright? I hated my life before. I realize how that before my transformation I was a nobody who lived for nothing but men and possessions! If that is there reason that he would give me up, then that will haunt me the rest of my life, do you understand?"
"Lauren, I think that I understand better than you do," Galadriel was still calm even after Larien had yelled at her. "You must understand. Before you can fall in love and create a bond with another elf, that elf must know your past, lest Ilúvatar send you back to your former life."
"Send...me back?" Larien's voice croaked, her voice suddenly fearful and her eyes widening. "Why would he send me back?"
"This leads to another thing: You were sent her for a purpose; a purpose I only learned about recently." Galadriel looked a bit grim, though it showed little on her face... yet there was also happiness in her stare.
"What! What is it?" Larien pleaded. What was so important that it would sacrifice her staying in Middle Earth?
"There was once a legend; a legend of an immortal human coming to save Middle Earth. This human would be one of the most powerful beings in existence when the time came. When all was peaceful again, another force would arise, the most powerful force in existence. Though the human would be able to keep it at bay, only its child would overthrow it. For only the child would have powers to match the evil." Galadriel explained.
"And that 'legend', it's obviously talking about me, isn't it?" Larien said, sarcastically. "*I'm* immortal, *I* used to be human. Who else could it be?"
"None." Galadriel agreed.
"So now I have to bear a child with powers *I* don't have. Larien said. "*That* shouldn't be too difficult."
"Oh, but wait, my child. You forgot it said 'the human could keep it at bay with their powers,'" Galadriel said wisely. "You must know that these powers have been sleeping within you.
"Me? Powers? That's a great joke, Galadriel!" Larien said... but Galadriel was shaking her head.
"Lauren, go and light that candle for me." Galadriel ordered, but kindly. Larien stood to get matches, but Galadriel interrupted. "Without matches." Galadriel finished, eyeing Larien carefully.
"Er...okay," Larien
"Focus," Galadriel offered. Suddenly, Larien found herself focusing harder than she ever had on lighting the candlewick. She felt a strange stirring arise in her, and suddenly, a small flame appeared on the candle.
Larien was exhausted and collapsed on the bed, but said, "Well, cool... I could be a witch with no wand." She gazed over at the flickering candle. "Creepy, but sure. Now I've got the worst headache in Elf-History."
Galadriel smiled. "I will train you as well as I can. Remember, you *have* to tell Legolas." Larien nodded. "*Everything*." Galadriel added. "Ilúvatar has given you these powers, and if you do not give yourself fully and freely to him, do his will, and whatever he asks you to do, he will send you back." Larien stood up, kissed Galadriel's forehead, and left the room."
Well, now she was in 'deep shit,' as she used to say. She was 215 years old, not really an elf, had creepy magical powers that normally *don't exist*, she would have to tell Legolas that she grew up a human, has to have a child, train the child in EVERYTHING, and keep more evil at bay. 'Damn,' she thought. 'I have one hell of a to-do list!'
A/N: Hello again... hope you liked it! Today has been hell for me, because I got a cold-thingy, then my asthma triggered, I couldn't breathe properly for most of today, went to doctors... waited forever... but now I'm feeling much better!
New chapter should be coming soon! I just have to finish it, run it through my TOTALLY COMPLETELY AWSOME BETA Shivvers and all those goodies. :) thank you to everybody who reviews, it brightens my day to see reviews showing up in my inbox!
~The Hobbit Ivy
Chapter Six:
A knock rapped on Larien's door a week later. Legolas, who had been sitting on the counter watching Larien make (more) Lembas, hopped off and went to answer it.
"Is Larien Calafalas available?" The elf, a guard that Legolas recognized as Haldir, asked, standing proudly on the step.
"Oh, hello, Legolas." Haldir dropped his formalities.
"Vedui, mellon," Legolas replied, smiling at his old friend.
"What are you doing in Lothlorien? I heard that Mirkwood was busy with orc patrols." Haldir asked.
"It isn't anymore. For the last century Eryn Lasgalen has been quite undisturbed. I came to visit Larien," Legolas replied, inviting Haldir in with a wave.
"Great! How long are you staying?"
Legolas was about to answer when Larien sneakily snaked her hand into Legolas' hand. Haldir raised his eyebrows. "Obviously a long time." He answered his own question, smiling. He turned to Larien. "The Lady requested your presence, she expects you to be there as soon as time allows, and she says that it is important." Larien nodded, gave Legolas a quick kiss, and followed Haldir out.
"What does Galadriel want?" Larien asked, jogging to keep up with Haldir's quick pace.
"I don't know. It's her business, not mine. I'm just the marchwarden." Haldir grinned. "While we have time, when did this Legolas-relationship spring up, anyways?" he asked.
"A week ago... we were swimming and he kissed me..." Larien smiled, blushing slightly.
"Ah, so he finally told you." Haldir said. "He conferred his feelings to me last time I was in Mirkwood, since we are good friends. He told me he would come visit you when he got the guts to see you again."
They reached the humungous tree that housed the Lord and Lady's dwellings and started to walk up the slowly sloping stairs.
"One could get lost on these," Larien jested, following each stair with her eyes.
"Yes," Haldir agreed. "You know, I had an apprentice that actually counted these stairs. Larien stared at him in shock.
"20947," Haldir said in awe. "Of course, that was all the way to the top, not to the level most elves stop at, which happens to be only 9236." Haldir and Larien climbed and climbed until at last Larien, quite dizzy, waved goodbye at Galadriel's door.
Before she had a chance to knock, Galadriel's voice drafted through the door, "Come in, Lauren."
"Hello, Galadriel," Larien said, giving her a kiss on the cheek and sitting down next to her. Galadriel always treated her as her own daughter, and Larien was grateful for that. It had helped her settle in to the Elven world. She always gave off an air of Authority, and Larien respected that... she always did.
"Do you know why you are here, Lauren? Galadriel asked, using Larien's original name... she always did, but Larien did not know why.
"No, my lady... I do not. Although it is always enjoyable to spend time with you. Whether there is a reason behind it or not."
"I have summoned you here to talk to you about the Prince Greenleaf." She started. Larien looked confused. She called her here to talk about Legolas? "Lauren, I see that you have fallen in love with him." Larien nodded. "But you cannot truly love someone, and they cannot truly love you without knowing you inside and out. Do you understand?" Galadriel asked, glancing at the young elf in front of her.
Larien nodded, but Galadriel disagreed. "I do not believe you do, Lauren. Before Legolas falls too deeply in love with you, meaning he has to have a chance to back out, he has to know you inside and out, present self, and past self." Galadriel stared at her meaningfully.
"So Legolas has to know that I have not always been an elf? That I was sent here for reasons I still have not learned the answers to in 200 years?!" Larien asked loudly, not bothering to lower her voice in front of the Lady of the Galadhrim.
"Hush, child, no need to fuss." Galadriel soothed her.
"But I don't know if I can do that, Galadriel!" Larien yelled. "What if he abandons me when I tell him that I was once a human named Lauren Thompson!" she fretted, standing up, raising her hands to her head, and starting to pace the room.
"Galadriel, the thought haunts me every day, alright? I hated my life before. I realize how that before my transformation I was a nobody who lived for nothing but men and possessions! If that is there reason that he would give me up, then that will haunt me the rest of my life, do you understand?"
"Lauren, I think that I understand better than you do," Galadriel was still calm even after Larien had yelled at her. "You must understand. Before you can fall in love and create a bond with another elf, that elf must know your past, lest Ilúvatar send you back to your former life."
"Send...me back?" Larien's voice croaked, her voice suddenly fearful and her eyes widening. "Why would he send me back?"
"This leads to another thing: You were sent her for a purpose; a purpose I only learned about recently." Galadriel looked a bit grim, though it showed little on her face... yet there was also happiness in her stare.
"What! What is it?" Larien pleaded. What was so important that it would sacrifice her staying in Middle Earth?
"There was once a legend; a legend of an immortal human coming to save Middle Earth. This human would be one of the most powerful beings in existence when the time came. When all was peaceful again, another force would arise, the most powerful force in existence. Though the human would be able to keep it at bay, only its child would overthrow it. For only the child would have powers to match the evil." Galadriel explained.
"And that 'legend', it's obviously talking about me, isn't it?" Larien said, sarcastically. "*I'm* immortal, *I* used to be human. Who else could it be?"
"None." Galadriel agreed.
"So now I have to bear a child with powers *I* don't have. Larien said. "*That* shouldn't be too difficult."
"Oh, but wait, my child. You forgot it said 'the human could keep it at bay with their powers,'" Galadriel said wisely. "You must know that these powers have been sleeping within you.
"Me? Powers? That's a great joke, Galadriel!" Larien said... but Galadriel was shaking her head.
"Lauren, go and light that candle for me." Galadriel ordered, but kindly. Larien stood to get matches, but Galadriel interrupted. "Without matches." Galadriel finished, eyeing Larien carefully.
"Er...okay," Larien
"Focus," Galadriel offered. Suddenly, Larien found herself focusing harder than she ever had on lighting the candlewick. She felt a strange stirring arise in her, and suddenly, a small flame appeared on the candle.
Larien was exhausted and collapsed on the bed, but said, "Well, cool... I could be a witch with no wand." She gazed over at the flickering candle. "Creepy, but sure. Now I've got the worst headache in Elf-History."
Galadriel smiled. "I will train you as well as I can. Remember, you *have* to tell Legolas." Larien nodded. "*Everything*." Galadriel added. "Ilúvatar has given you these powers, and if you do not give yourself fully and freely to him, do his will, and whatever he asks you to do, he will send you back." Larien stood up, kissed Galadriel's forehead, and left the room."
Well, now she was in 'deep shit,' as she used to say. She was 215 years old, not really an elf, had creepy magical powers that normally *don't exist*, she would have to tell Legolas that she grew up a human, has to have a child, train the child in EVERYTHING, and keep more evil at bay. 'Damn,' she thought. 'I have one hell of a to-do list!'
A/N: Hello again... hope you liked it! Today has been hell for me, because I got a cold-thingy, then my asthma triggered, I couldn't breathe properly for most of today, went to doctors... waited forever... but now I'm feeling much better!
New chapter should be coming soon! I just have to finish it, run it through my TOTALLY COMPLETELY AWSOME BETA Shivvers and all those goodies. :) thank you to everybody who reviews, it brightens my day to see reviews showing up in my inbox!
~The Hobbit Ivy