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Legolas' Sweetheart

Chapter 7

That morning Lindariel headed out to meet Faelwen. The morning air was rich with the scents of roses and other exotic flowers that were filled in Galadriel's garden. The sun shown brightly through the leaves from the trees that were thought to shield Lorien. Lindariel smiled, how she loved this place, her home, she had no desire to leave it.

"Lindariel," said a voice from behind her. Lindariel turned around and saw Faelwen come her way. She wore a blood red dress and her hair was let down to show off her beautiful length of hair. "How do you fair today Lindariel?"

"Very well, my lady, as for you?"

"Good," she paused. "Will you call me Faelwen? After all, we will be sisters soon."

Lindariel's happy mood fell. "Yes, I suppose we will be sisters soon. Can you tell me anything about Legolas?"

Faelwen linked arms with Lindariel and started walking. "Well, he is a very kind man. You see, Lindariel, the Legolas that you have met is the arrogant one. There is another side to him. He won't tell you himself but he never said I couldn't. He is one of the kindest, smartest, and most charming men that I have ever met. He cares for his people and will do anything for them to keep them safe."

Lindariel highly doubted that. "That is very...noble of him." Faelwen stopped and looked at her.

"What is it that you do not like about Legolas?"

Lindariel was shocked. No one had very asked her that before. "Well…um…well…" Lindariel didn't know what to say. Why did she not like Legolas? She honestly didn't know. But before she could answer, Lindariel and Faelwen were stopped by Suiadan and Legolas. Suiadan had his hair down and wore a dark green tunic.

"Mae Govannen, my ladies," he said as he approached. They smiled and greeted him as well.

"Faelwen, my mother wishes to see you. I am terribly sorry, Lindariel, to drag my wife away from you. You will be at the dinner tonight?" He asked. She nodded. At that moment, Legolas came into sight. He stopped, not wanting to intrude upon anything, but his brother beckoned him over to them.

"Here, I am sure my brother wouldn't mind escorting you back to your talan. Legolas?" He turned towards the Mirkwood prince.

"Yes, I wouldn't mind. Not at all." Neither his brother nor sister-in-law picked up on the uninterested tone of his voice. Lindariel accepted his arm hesitantly, and remained stiff at his touch. They walked in silence.

"My lady, are you uncomfortable about something?" He looked down and almost recoiled at the glare she was giving him.

"Do you not know of the situation?" She asked.

"I do know of it. My parents would like to believe that I know nothing of it, and they hope I will go along with the arrangement when they do decide to tell me of it," he said. She silently agreed whole-heartedly with him but she did not say anthing to respond. They reached the central talan sooner than she thought. Muttering a thanks to him, she hurried up the stairs to her bower, leaving him to wander off in another direction.

"Lindariel! Lindariel are you ready?" She heard her aunt's clear voice ring out from the hallway. She finished preparing her hair and tightened the ties on the midnight blue gown she was wearing.

"Yes, I am here," she said softly. Lady Galadriel turned around and smiled.

"You look like your mother, so proud and elegant. Yet, something troubles you. your face holds a worry that should not be in one so young of age," she said. "Are you willing to talk about it?"

As much as she hated to clam up away from everyone else, and hide her problems, she shook her head. With a concerned look, Galadriel bade her to follow into the dining room.

Everyone was beginning to settle, and sit down. Galadriel guided her over to a seatdirectly acrossfrom the person she least wanted to see. Legolas.

She sat down in her place uneasily, trying not to make eye-contact with him. Smoothing out her gown nervously, she raised her eyes to her uncle, who gave her an encouraging wink and a friendly smile. This lifted her spirits as the first course was served.

Throughout the dinner, she could clearly see the elder elves conspiring to create conversation between herself and Legolas. When it was impossible to escape, she gave short and generic answers that were not easy to continue the conversation from.

When the second course was being served, a clumsy servant spilled a flask of ice water on Legolas. He sat, shocked and unmoving, while the servant apologized profusely.

"Lindariel, why don't you show our guest to his room so he can change his clothing?" Celeborn said. She could not refuse this. If she did, it would ruin her reputation and make her look like a reclusive elfling.

"Yes, my lord," she answered in what she hoped sounded like a polite voice. She stood and waited for Legolas to come around and follow behind her.

Again, silence was present as they walked. They both shot glances at each other, but never at the same time. Reaching his room, she hesitated before entering at his insistence. She had never been in another ellon's room.

"Please, sit," he said, as he rumaged through drawers to find a new tunic.

"Where? If you don't mind me asking," she added hurriedly.

"Anywhere," he said distractedly. She tentatively lowered herself onto the large bed centered against the back wall. Looking around, she noticed it was not much different than her own room. He had apparently found one to suit him, and preceded to strip off his wet one in front of her. He had replaced it moments later, so soon that she decided not to comment on it. He turned to her again to see her face blushing red. She looked beautiful when she was embarassed. Wait? No, he pushed those thoughts from his head quickly.

"Do you really want to go back to the dinner?" He said. She knew her answer right away, but it was delayed as her mind and body continued to savor the image of his tunic-less back.

"Oh, well, no not really," she answered, realizing that she had been staring into space for a while. He tilted his head a bit, looking at her oddly.

"Are you alright?" He asked, moving to sit next to her.

"Yes, yes I am fine," she said, finding no logical reason as to why she wasn't backing away in revulsion. She actually liked his presence. A slight urge told her to move closer to him, and she tried her best to ignore it.

"You are sure?" He put his hand under her chin and lifted her face to look at him. His eyes...so blue...she felt like falling. He moved closer, their lips almost met...

The door opened abruptly, they moved away from each other quickly. By the time Thranduil and Celeborn looked at them, they were three feet apart from each other. Legolas looked like he was about to get up, and offer a hand to Lindariel.

"Adar," he nodded to his father,"Lord Celeborn. I apologize for our lateness. It is my fault entirely."

"No need for apologies. Come, you will miss the rest of the dinner," Celeborn said. The two got up and followed them back to the dining hall.

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