Author's Note: Yes I know this is late and yes I know none of you care about me no more, but that's ok cause this stories almost over. Let me explain: Love You is going to be split into three stories (I'm going to rename them so you can tell the difference) 1) Love You: The Beginning of Love, 2) Love You:The Trials of Love, and 3) Love You: Finding Love. The stories will each have about 15 to 20 chapters in them. After the first one I'm going to take a break and start on the next one so don't expect many updates when this one is done. Don't worry I will try and start the second one within two months of this one ending. If you have any comments or concerns on this either review or email me. Happy Reading!!
Love You
Chapter Eleven: Unwanted Answers
As the night continued on I grew more and more restless. I awoke sometime around midnight to find that the noise from the dining hall had dwindled. Most likely the majority of the guests had went to sleep.
I got up from the bed and began pacing back and forth to get rid of some of my energy. The problem with that was that my mind was racing a mile a minute. I was thinking about how I could possiably approach Elrond with my certain problem. I kept pondering on this until a thought sprang into my head. I could try to find him tonight and then maybe talk him into letting me go with the Fellowship to Lothlorien.
Then as soon as the thought came to mind it made me frown. Elrond wouldn't allow that, unless... I gave him a very important reason. That's what I can do. I can tell him that I need to see Lady Galadriel immediatly that would give me leave to go to the council and with the Fellowship.
At my own ingenious thought I began to do my happy dance (which involved the cabbage patch, me dancing in a very strange way and me saying I did it, I did it).
I grabbed my robe and wrapped it around me tightly so I wouldn't be 'Indecent'. I headed out the door to make sure that I had everything I needed. I didn't know exactly where Elrond would be but I had a hunch that he would still be hosting his guests in the dining hall.
I walked down the hall and followed the sound of voices. Just before I turned the corner I stopped and peeked out around the corner. What I saw not only surprised me but made a little flare of jealousy rise up in me.
A girl had Legolas pinned up against the wall with one hand caressing his face and the other laying against his abdominal. She was a pretty blonde elf, and from what I could tell, she had every right to be with Legolas. They looked like they were made to be together. It looked like they were true loves. It looked like they were made to rule because they were too perfect to be ruled themselves. It almost made me feel inferior to her beauty... almost.
To gain their attention I cleared my throat. And lets just say that their heads snapped to my direction quick, fast, and in a hurry. In fact, they did this so fast that I thought their necks would snap at the movement.
Once they figured out who I was their surprise quickly turned to sheepishness. The look on my face wasn't of shock or hurt or even mad. It was impassive, and I wanted it to stay that way. I didn't want Legolas to see that he had hurt me, even though deep down inside I knew he had. My heart was acheing from a pain located at it's deepest depths. I didn't know why either. I mean it wasn't like I knew this man, I had never met him before in my life.
But even with me understanding all of that I still couldn't shake the feeling of my fondness of him. My thoughts lingered back to when I first attempted sleep that night. How could my feelings for him have grown so much?
And how come when you think you found the guy of your dreams that he turns out to be nothing but a hearkbreaker? I smirked as the tune of "Heartbreaker" by Pat Benatar appeared in my head. I started humming it and walked down the hall past the two 'secret' lovers toward the stairs.
I wasn't in the least surprise when Legolas ran up behind me and grabbed my arm to face me. What I was surprised with was the fact that he had done it so roughly.
Lets just say I gave him my best "Go to Hell" look that I could in those circumstances then pulled my arm out of his grasp and started to walk down the stairs next to us.
Or what I should've said was that I attempted to pull my arm away and failed to walk away from him. Yeah that does sound better. It was much closer to the event that actually happened.
What actually happened was probably the most embarrising thing that has EVER happened to me while I was trying to keep my pride. Ya know what happened? Well let me start by saying that it hurt... a lot.
Ok well my first mistake was trying to pull my arm out of a very strong elven hand while trying to look cool. The second mistake was that I tried to do the first mistake while walking down a flight of stairs. The result of doing the above things together was in fact, me tumbling face first down a flight of stairs. And this resulted in my landing at the bottom, face first, before anyone could catch me and cracking open a place on my forehead.
As I fell once again into unconsiousness I stared at the blood that was beginning to pool around my head. This was all very familar to me for some strange reason. Maybe I had endured a similar situation when I had fell from Gypsy. It's funny what you think about while you're dying. Was the last coherent thought before the darkness that had been threatening to take over my sight finally succeded.
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Cool hands being pressed against the skin on my forehead and cheeks was the first thing I felt when I woke up. The next feeling wasn't as gentle, the next feeling of course was a very painful throb coming from a extremely sore place on my forehead. It was then that I remembered what had happened.
I cracked an eye open to find a familar pair of eyes staring down at me. The crystal blue eyes at the moment were filled with concern. The eyes belonged to the last elf that I wanted to see at the moment.....Legolas.
Once he realized that I had woken up Legolas backed away a little so my vision was filled with many elves (and Aragorn, who was sitting on the other side of the bed), not just him, standing in my temporary bedroom. The elf-goddess was among them and I felt my normaly pleasant features turn into a scowl as my eyes met hers.
But with my head feeling the way it did at the moment, all my scowl accoplished was making my head hurt worse.
After a few mintuesof me cradling my head I asked the question of the day, "What are ya'll doing in here?"
Thankfully I didn't have to wait long for an answer because Elrond stepped up to fill me in. "Princess you fell down the main halls stairs." He paused for a moment before asking everyone to leave the room. And once everyone left (including Legolas after a very intense staring contest), he closed the door after them and came to sit in the chair beside the bed.
"What happened? Legolas said that you were trying to walk away while he was holding your arm and you tripped down the stairs-"
"That wasn't the whole story." I interrupted him. "I hadn't been able to sleep and I went to go find you so I could talk to you but on my way there I saw Legolas talking to some ho and when I tried to walk down the stairs to find you he held me back and caused me to fall."
"He was talking to a ho?" Elrond asked. "What's that?"
I rolled my eyes and answered with, "A person, usually female, who tries to split up relationships for the fun of it."
"Oh. Well who was this 'ho'?" He asked using the word 'ho' like he was testing it.
"I don't know her name all I know is, that if I ever find her in some dark alley, she's gonna be sorry. She was in here when I woke up."
"Oh I see... Well I recomend you not to do that for a short while, until your head heals once again. You did take quite a nasty fall last night. You will have to stay in here for at least a few days so I can make sure your recovery is doing well." I let out a groan of protest. "Oh a few days won't kill you."
"How do you know?" I asked trying to be a smart alec.
"You're an Elf." He answered simply.
I rolled my eyes once more, "Whatever...Anyways so now that I can talk to you, I'm gonna tell you what I was going to tell you earlier."
"Alright, you may proceed."
"Well I was wondering, would it be alright if I went with Aragorn, for a while?" I asked while trying to keep my sweetest face possible.
"No, you are not well and Aragorn is going to be leaving in two days time." He answered.
"Come on, it's not like I'm gonna hurt myself. I'll be careful. Pleassssseeeee." I begged.
"Alright, but only if you are well and Argorn and Legolas agrees with it."
"Excuse me? I understand the whole asking Aragorn thing, but I ain't gotta ask Legolas nothing." I replied.
"Yes you are, Legolas is your husband after all."
"And?" I asked my additude was returning to me.
"You are in Legolas' care, that means he has the right to deny your wishes."
"The hell he does, ain't no man gonna boss me around." I said my voice just hitting the squeaky mark.
"Calm down, I don't want you to get any more hurt." Elrond pleaded.
"I don't want to calm down." By now I was standing on the bed screaming.
This was it for the Lord of the House. He stood up and grabbed both of my wrists and pulled me down to the bed once more. "You WILL calm down. You are acting like a child. There is no sense in you acting the way you are, now I have given you permission to go. You have recieved your wish now my wish will be granted. You are to stay in here until I give you leave, understand?" The only answer I had for him was a nod of my head and he turned and walked out of the door.
Suddenly I felt extremely tired, like the Sand Man had just emptied his entire sack of sand into my eyes. So I didn't even attempt to struggle against him and just let sleep wash over me.
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When I woke the second time that day the room had only one other occupant in it besides me. Aragorn was staring out the window, seemingly lost in his thoughts. I raised myself slightly up on my hands and quickly regretted this action because my head began to throb even worse than it was to began with.
The small whimper that escaped my mouth must have been audiable to him because he quickly glanced over at me. Once he saw what I was doing he strode over to me and pushed me back on the bed.
"Aramis, you should know better than to try and sit up after falling last night." He sat on the bed beside me to make sure I wouldn't try to get up again. My only response was a growl. "Now don't do that. I'm trying to make you better again...especially if you want to go with me."
I reached up and squeezed him so tight I thought my arms would break. When I released him, I fell back on to the pillow and let out a "Yessssss!".
He stared at me a little strangely and then said, "But only if Legolas agrees." Once again I let out a groan of dispair. "Amaris don't be like this, he is your husband after all. He has a say in what you do."
"No he dosen't. No husband of mine's gonna tell me what I can and cannot do." I replied.
Aragorn rolled his eyes and walked around the bed to the door. He paused before opening it, "Amaris, if something happens to you while we are away it will be my fault for letting you go. I don't want that burden to be mine alone." Then he opened the door and stepped out into the hall.
I stared at the closed door for a moment, expecting it to open again and Aragorn to walk back through and say that we were leaving right now and that he was joking about telling Legolas. I kept waiting for something that didn't happen.
When I realized, in fact, that he wasn't coming back I turned my head so that I was facing the wall in front of me. Thoughts began to fly through my brain about how I could possibly talk Legolas into letting me go without having to talk about what happened the night before. I knew that I wouldn't be able to put off the subject forever but I wanted to have some time to gather my thoughts about the subject matter. And that subject was not something that I wanted to talk about at this point in time.
I really did need to go with Aragorn, not only to see if I can gain some knowledge about Middle Earth but also so I can figure out what I'm going to do with my life here. Should I just attempt to be friends with Legolas or should I be more. That was one of the thoughts that I didn't feel safe thinking or talking about around him.
I closed my eyes wishing that the pain coming from the gash in my forehead would stop being so painful. When I opened my eyes again I was surprised to see who was standing in my room. It was Elrond, but that wasn't what surprised me. What surprised me was, how he could have possibly got in my room without me noticing. Damn Elves, I thought.
"It's good to see you awake once again. I was talking to Legolas earlier about the reason you came here. I was quite shocked at what I heard."
"What d'ya hear?" I asked not really worried by his previous words.
"I heard of your little training session gone wrong." He replied.
"And?"
"Well I was surprised to discover this and the fact that neither of you informed me until now."
"Did he tell ya that I have anmesia?" I asked.
"No, he failed to mention it."
"Well I have got it. See aparently I was knocked out and that I woke up a few days before Legolas was bringing me here. I don't remember anything about my "Past life" here and I aparently had a "Dream" that I was living somewhere else and that I was someone else." I used my quote fingers to empahsise 'Past life' and 'Dream'.
Of course somewhere in my explaination I had lost him because he was staring at me with a very confused look. I sighed deeply then explained my situation to him, beginning to end. And once I was done his confused look had changed into one of extreme concentration. I let him think to his self for a few mintues and then he asked with uncertainity, "You don't remember anything?"
"Nope," I answered.
"Mirkwood is in dire need then. Legolas is Thranduil's only son. If you do not bear a child then Mirkwood will not have an heir to the throne once Thranduil is gone. You can not go with Aragorn. Your life is too esential to Mirkwood." He had stood up by now and was pacing.
"But-" I tried to interviene.
"No buts. It's simply to risky. The only way you would be able to go is if Legolas went with you."
"But that's the reason I want to go with Aragorn. I want to think about this situation that has just fallen into my lap. I want to be normal again, I am a seventeen-year-old girl that just became a senior in high school. I want my life back, I don't want to be the Princess of Mirkwood. I just want to be an average girl, with no worries about anything except trying to make an A in my English class." I bowed my head and tried to hide my tears with my hair.
Elrond walked back over to me and sat next to me on the bed. He brushed the hair back from my face and raised my eyes to his. "I talked to Legolas for you. He says that he wants you to do what you need to get better. As for my say, you have three years to figure out what you will, then you must return to Rivendell and either take on the responsiblity or leave it." He smiled at me and then continued with a, "I hope you do what you think is best. I will allow you and Aragorn to leave in three days time. Hopefully, that will be sufficent enough time for you to get well again."
After making sure that I was still feeling well and that my cut was healing he left me to my thoughts again. I thought about what he said and decided that three years was better than having none. And when I heard the singing of a courous of elves I smiled. This was going to be more fun than I originally thought, I thought.
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Author's Note: I hope you enjoyed this little twist in the plot. Maybe I'll get a bigger reaction from you on this chapter.
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