A/N: Not much to say, except that I am completely wiped out from Tae Kwon
Do... urrrrg the jump spinning kicks are going to kill me someday!!!
Disclaimer: Hi, my name is Tolkien, and this brat here has made me say this stuff for her. She owns Larien and a couple bushes, and I own the rest. MINE. MY OWN. MY PRECIOUSSSSSSSS!!!!
Chapter 7:
Larien was walking back to her talan, and the fact that she had magical powers and that she would have to bear a child with better magical powers was starting to sink in. In all of those fictional stories that she used to read this always happened. But now it actually happening to her, of all people, and it certainly was different to what she suspected it to feel.
She *could* throw a fit and refuse to believe it, but what good would that do in the end? She'd still have to go through with what lay ahead.
"What's made you so quiet?" spoke a voice from above her. Larien glanced up and saw Legolas on a branch above her; he was gazing quizzically down at the she-elf.
"Vedui, mellon," she said, staring up quietly at him. Legolas patted the branch space next to him. Larien scaled the tree quickly and skillfully and sat next to him. Legolas wrapped an arm around her waist and kissed her cheek.
"What is wrong?" he asked, care etched on his face. When she said nothing, he buried his face in her neck and murmured her name, "Larien?"
She thought carefully, before starting to answer.
"First of all, before you react, just tell me that no matter what I say, you won't see me differently? Please?" she whispered, looking down at the flaxen hair that had spread itself across her clothes.
"Larien, I would never see you any differently from every elf here, no matter what you say, you will always be the beautiful elf I know." Legolas said sweetly, breathing in the soft scent that was Larien's.
Larien took a deep breath, before starting.
"To start with, I'm not from here." She stopped Legolas from talking, pressing her left index finger against his upper lip. "Just let me talk, it'll be easier to keep going." She sighed, and started her tale. "Legolas, my life started as a mortal. A human, from earth, where you are no more than a fairy tale. When I met you two hundred years ago, I had already spent fifty years in the care of Galadriel, who had trained me in the language and customs of the elves, about Middle Earth and its many inhabitants and races. When I joined the Fellowship, you saw me as an experienced elf no different than you," Legolas still stared up at her, his attention never wavering, "I was reluctant to do anything, in fear of changing the storyline. For you, this forest, Frodo, the Ring, they were all mad up tales to entertain small children as well as adults.
"For some reason, when I was fifteen, I was cornered by a mugger and his gang and raped. He left me for dead. When I finally woke up, I was here, in this forest, near to where my talan is. I was no longer a human, but an immortal elf, my physical body transformed as well as my *life* transformed." She stopped, to see how Legolas reacted.
Legolas' reaction was hard to decipher, for the eyes of elves, are often the only way of telling emotion. She could see the shock and amazement in his eyes. She continued slowly.
"My name is Lauren Thompson. And I lived in central Texas," she spoke softly.
"Larien, it is all very well, I believe you, but why did you not tell me sooner?" he softly spoke after a few slow seconds.
"Legolas, it was the one thing I wanted: to fit in. I have only told Galadriel of my secret, because it seems to have created a place to live right beside my heart. If someone found out who I really was, then something would be bound to happen,"
"Nothing would happen, Larien. Nothing. People here have grown to know you, and they love you. They would see you no differently," he replied, cupping her cheek in his hands.
"You do not know that, Legolas. But I have more to say. Galadriel called me to her because she learned of my love for you. If I did not tell you this before you had a chance to change your mind, Ilúvatar would send me back. My life has to be dedicated to Eru and his purposes right now, whether there is love in the picture or not. My spirit has to be pure, for Eru only works through pure spirits. Galadriel also informed me of another thing. She said there was a legend.
"The legend of the immortal human. I know that, everyone does, but...it couldn't be talking about you, could it?" he looked at her questioningly.
"It is. Watch this." She concentrated on setting the leaf she had been twisting in her hand on fire. Again she felt the strange power stir in her, and finally she burnt the edge of it. She sighed, and wished the headache (which she had completely forgotten about) would go away. "I must bear a child, Legolas, and they will save Middle Earth from evil...again." she stopped. Legolas looked a bit overloaded by all of the information, but smiled nonetheless.
Then he spoke the words that Larien wanted to hear so badly... "Larien, I see you differently, yet I possibly love you more. My views of you have improved and I greatly appreciate your braveness to speak what you have kept hidden. It was not your beauty or powers that drew me to you; it was your joyfulness and compassion in everything that you do. That was what caused me to love you." His eyes were bright in the evening light, and he smiled as tears started to roll down Larien's cheeks.
"That is one of the most beautiful things ever said to me, Legolas. Thank you," she said, her voice cracking. She placed a chaste kiss on his lips and moved to kiss him deeper, but Legolas stopped her, replacing his hand on her cheek.
"Now how to you expect to make love in a tree?" Larien laughed and jumped. She sailed to the ground fifteen feet below her, and landed lightly on the ground. Legolas followed suit. They walked through the forest holding hands, and when Legolas approached the ladder to Larien's tallon, she used her power to make the rope ladder rise a few feet above his head. He glared back at her, but she laughed and let it drop on his head.
"Larien!" he said, rubbing the back of his head where the ladder hit. She just shrugged and climbed up, with Legolas right behind her.
A question popped into her head as she struggled to light a candle with her power. Why had she never known about it before? Shouldn't she have made some kind of magical thing happen before? The candlewick was smoking. "C'mon... Light, you stupid thing!" she muttered under her breath. It was easier to do it in front of Galadriel and Legolas. Suddenly, Legolas appeared behind her with a lighted candle of his own.
"It would be easier if you did not wear yourself out, melamin," he said, smiling and lighting the candle (which still had a thin line of smoke rising from it).
Larien gazed at him in awe, "You've never called me that before..." she said.
"Called you what?" he replied unconcernedly, proceeding around the room lighting the rest of the candles.
"Melamin," she said, turning to face him. He set the candle down, where it burned merrily, dancing in the wind that breezed through the house.
"I figured that now I can say it, since I know you love me." After a pause, he went on, "You've never said it, but tonight I realized that getting up the courage to tell me about who you really are takes a lot."
'He *does* have a point...' Larien's mind said solemnly.
Legolas walked over to her, where she was still standing, in front of the (now lighted) candle. He took both of her hands in his and said, "Whether by your will or not, I know you love me. I see it in your eyes, the way you move, and your smile. I know this too: I love you. I have for the past two centuries, and I will forever."
"Legolas," her voice croaked, "You're right. You're absolutely right," she leaned where her lips lingered only an inch away from his, her body pressed against him and her hands rested in his. "I do love you." Legolas' grip on her hands tightened, as his lips descended on hers, in a kiss so powerful that the tallon floor seemed to shake. Larien's mouth opened, and Legolas' tongue snaked in, exploring the crevices of her mouth. While their mouths were locked, Larien's hands slipped up his back, playing with his pin- straight hair.
Slowly, they broke apart, both breathing hard, their eyes locked. "I do love you. With all my heart, soul, and life," she repeated softly.
A/N: Enjoy? Super-thankie to Shivvers who has been my super cool beta for the past chappies. Thanks! *hobbit-bows*
And I also thank everybody who reviewed! Because I luv you all!!!!! *hugs everybody*
New story is going to pop up within the next week! Another Legomance, so yeah. Look for that! It's called "Coiasira A'Auta Eska" which translates: "Time To Go Home". So keep your eyes peeled!
~Ivy
Disclaimer: Hi, my name is Tolkien, and this brat here has made me say this stuff for her. She owns Larien and a couple bushes, and I own the rest. MINE. MY OWN. MY PRECIOUSSSSSSSS!!!!
Chapter 7:
Larien was walking back to her talan, and the fact that she had magical powers and that she would have to bear a child with better magical powers was starting to sink in. In all of those fictional stories that she used to read this always happened. But now it actually happening to her, of all people, and it certainly was different to what she suspected it to feel.
She *could* throw a fit and refuse to believe it, but what good would that do in the end? She'd still have to go through with what lay ahead.
"What's made you so quiet?" spoke a voice from above her. Larien glanced up and saw Legolas on a branch above her; he was gazing quizzically down at the she-elf.
"Vedui, mellon," she said, staring up quietly at him. Legolas patted the branch space next to him. Larien scaled the tree quickly and skillfully and sat next to him. Legolas wrapped an arm around her waist and kissed her cheek.
"What is wrong?" he asked, care etched on his face. When she said nothing, he buried his face in her neck and murmured her name, "Larien?"
She thought carefully, before starting to answer.
"First of all, before you react, just tell me that no matter what I say, you won't see me differently? Please?" she whispered, looking down at the flaxen hair that had spread itself across her clothes.
"Larien, I would never see you any differently from every elf here, no matter what you say, you will always be the beautiful elf I know." Legolas said sweetly, breathing in the soft scent that was Larien's.
Larien took a deep breath, before starting.
"To start with, I'm not from here." She stopped Legolas from talking, pressing her left index finger against his upper lip. "Just let me talk, it'll be easier to keep going." She sighed, and started her tale. "Legolas, my life started as a mortal. A human, from earth, where you are no more than a fairy tale. When I met you two hundred years ago, I had already spent fifty years in the care of Galadriel, who had trained me in the language and customs of the elves, about Middle Earth and its many inhabitants and races. When I joined the Fellowship, you saw me as an experienced elf no different than you," Legolas still stared up at her, his attention never wavering, "I was reluctant to do anything, in fear of changing the storyline. For you, this forest, Frodo, the Ring, they were all mad up tales to entertain small children as well as adults.
"For some reason, when I was fifteen, I was cornered by a mugger and his gang and raped. He left me for dead. When I finally woke up, I was here, in this forest, near to where my talan is. I was no longer a human, but an immortal elf, my physical body transformed as well as my *life* transformed." She stopped, to see how Legolas reacted.
Legolas' reaction was hard to decipher, for the eyes of elves, are often the only way of telling emotion. She could see the shock and amazement in his eyes. She continued slowly.
"My name is Lauren Thompson. And I lived in central Texas," she spoke softly.
"Larien, it is all very well, I believe you, but why did you not tell me sooner?" he softly spoke after a few slow seconds.
"Legolas, it was the one thing I wanted: to fit in. I have only told Galadriel of my secret, because it seems to have created a place to live right beside my heart. If someone found out who I really was, then something would be bound to happen,"
"Nothing would happen, Larien. Nothing. People here have grown to know you, and they love you. They would see you no differently," he replied, cupping her cheek in his hands.
"You do not know that, Legolas. But I have more to say. Galadriel called me to her because she learned of my love for you. If I did not tell you this before you had a chance to change your mind, Ilúvatar would send me back. My life has to be dedicated to Eru and his purposes right now, whether there is love in the picture or not. My spirit has to be pure, for Eru only works through pure spirits. Galadriel also informed me of another thing. She said there was a legend.
"The legend of the immortal human. I know that, everyone does, but...it couldn't be talking about you, could it?" he looked at her questioningly.
"It is. Watch this." She concentrated on setting the leaf she had been twisting in her hand on fire. Again she felt the strange power stir in her, and finally she burnt the edge of it. She sighed, and wished the headache (which she had completely forgotten about) would go away. "I must bear a child, Legolas, and they will save Middle Earth from evil...again." she stopped. Legolas looked a bit overloaded by all of the information, but smiled nonetheless.
Then he spoke the words that Larien wanted to hear so badly... "Larien, I see you differently, yet I possibly love you more. My views of you have improved and I greatly appreciate your braveness to speak what you have kept hidden. It was not your beauty or powers that drew me to you; it was your joyfulness and compassion in everything that you do. That was what caused me to love you." His eyes were bright in the evening light, and he smiled as tears started to roll down Larien's cheeks.
"That is one of the most beautiful things ever said to me, Legolas. Thank you," she said, her voice cracking. She placed a chaste kiss on his lips and moved to kiss him deeper, but Legolas stopped her, replacing his hand on her cheek.
"Now how to you expect to make love in a tree?" Larien laughed and jumped. She sailed to the ground fifteen feet below her, and landed lightly on the ground. Legolas followed suit. They walked through the forest holding hands, and when Legolas approached the ladder to Larien's tallon, she used her power to make the rope ladder rise a few feet above his head. He glared back at her, but she laughed and let it drop on his head.
"Larien!" he said, rubbing the back of his head where the ladder hit. She just shrugged and climbed up, with Legolas right behind her.
A question popped into her head as she struggled to light a candle with her power. Why had she never known about it before? Shouldn't she have made some kind of magical thing happen before? The candlewick was smoking. "C'mon... Light, you stupid thing!" she muttered under her breath. It was easier to do it in front of Galadriel and Legolas. Suddenly, Legolas appeared behind her with a lighted candle of his own.
"It would be easier if you did not wear yourself out, melamin," he said, smiling and lighting the candle (which still had a thin line of smoke rising from it).
Larien gazed at him in awe, "You've never called me that before..." she said.
"Called you what?" he replied unconcernedly, proceeding around the room lighting the rest of the candles.
"Melamin," she said, turning to face him. He set the candle down, where it burned merrily, dancing in the wind that breezed through the house.
"I figured that now I can say it, since I know you love me." After a pause, he went on, "You've never said it, but tonight I realized that getting up the courage to tell me about who you really are takes a lot."
'He *does* have a point...' Larien's mind said solemnly.
Legolas walked over to her, where she was still standing, in front of the (now lighted) candle. He took both of her hands in his and said, "Whether by your will or not, I know you love me. I see it in your eyes, the way you move, and your smile. I know this too: I love you. I have for the past two centuries, and I will forever."
"Legolas," her voice croaked, "You're right. You're absolutely right," she leaned where her lips lingered only an inch away from his, her body pressed against him and her hands rested in his. "I do love you." Legolas' grip on her hands tightened, as his lips descended on hers, in a kiss so powerful that the tallon floor seemed to shake. Larien's mouth opened, and Legolas' tongue snaked in, exploring the crevices of her mouth. While their mouths were locked, Larien's hands slipped up his back, playing with his pin- straight hair.
Slowly, they broke apart, both breathing hard, their eyes locked. "I do love you. With all my heart, soul, and life," she repeated softly.
A/N: Enjoy? Super-thankie to Shivvers who has been my super cool beta for the past chappies. Thanks! *hobbit-bows*
And I also thank everybody who reviewed! Because I luv you all!!!!! *hugs everybody*
New story is going to pop up within the next week! Another Legomance, so yeah. Look for that! It's called "Coiasira A'Auta Eska" which translates: "Time To Go Home". So keep your eyes peeled!
~Ivy