Seas: Chapter 2

Hey everyone! This is chapter two of my little fanfiction, and I honestly hoped you all liked the first one. I'm worried that Olórëdes is to Mary Sue-ish...? Or too cliché as the girl that's a lower-class and subtly beautiful or something..? Please review! I love to hear opinions on how to make this story better! Alright, I'll let you all read now:

I sat there still for many moments, faintly processing Legolas's light brushes on my hand as he lipped it over and back again, tracing the lines in my palm and rubbing his thumb across the back of my hand. Eventually, though, he spoke.

"Olórëdes, we must be returning. The sun will soon rise and the guards will be searching for us," he said softly. I sighed. In my heart, I knew that the guards would only seek Legolas. They knew nothing of my relationship with him. Besides, Legolas's father would most likely never approve. To me, it was hopeless to engage in any relationship with Legolas. Only both of our hearts will become broken in the end, simply because of our varying statuses in the kingdom. "Alright, let us go," I responded finally, rising and adjusting my clothing. Legolas took my hand and began to lead me out of the clearing.

We didn't run as quickly as we had when we were going to the clearing, but Legolas still moved us fairly fast. He and I reached the door to the Great Halls, and we entered. It seemed too soon that we arrived at the simply-decorated door that marked my quarters. I stood for a moment next to him, my hand placed on the doorknob, unsure of what to say in parting. He stood as silently as I did. I finally decided what to say in parting, to let him know my feelings on the conversation in the clearing. I turned to face him and he looked up from the ground at me. "Tonight was wonderful, Legolas. We must o back soon. I do hope to see you more often now..though I do not know how I would go about doing that. ..Goodbye for now," I said quietly and quickly. Then, before he had a chance to respond, I reached up and gave him a slight kiss on his cheek, then quickly went inside my room, closing the door. I knew I was blushing, even though no one was there.

I sighed and built up a fire in the hearth, then decided to change out of my outdoor clothing and into a simple can comfortable white dress, tying a thin cream belt around my waist. I stood in front of my rather simple vanity and brushed through my hair, removing the moon flower crown and laying it lovingly on the edge of the vanity.

I finished brushing my hair, then moved to the small desk in the corner of my room, that housed a single, thin book laying open on it. The page on the right was empty. I sat down an extracted a small pen from one of the three desk drawers. I began to draw the beautiful flowers and vines that I had seen in the clearing that night. I sat for hours, drawing until the entire page had been filled with trees covered in the flowers. I then put down the pen, satisfied with my work. It had been my mother that taught me how to draw as such. I missed her dearly. She had died when I was just ten years of age, though I do not know how. My father refuses to tell me the tale; it causes him too much pain. He always loved me dearly, saying that I looked like my mother. I did not understand why he kept me so close to him if I reminded him so much of his wife, though I did not question it.

I was jerked out of my thoughts by a knock on my door. I rose quickly and hurried towards it, opening it slightly and looking out. I smiled when I saw the face of the one standing there.

"Father," I greeted, and opened the door fully. He smiled back to me, stepping inside and spreading his arms. I stepped into his embrace, resting my head on his chest and breathing in his smell, a scent I have known my whole life "I have missed you, Ada," I said, pulling back. He smiled and kissed my cheek. "And I you, my little flower," he answered. I froze momentarily, remembering the same words Legolas had spoke to me the past evening, then relaxed.

"Why have you come?" I asked. When he could, he oftentimes visited my room, as his was in the same hall. But he had told me a week ago that he would be very busy with King Thranduil, assisting him with one thing or another. My father is his personal assistant and counselor, as well as close friend. I had known the King all of my life, but only months ago had I met Legolas. It is also for this reason that I believe our love will never be allowed; me being the simple daughter of the hand of the King, and he being the Prince and son of the King. But I had to put these thoughts out of my mind, as I must enjoy my short time with my father until he must go again.

So that was chapter 2, with lots of little bits of info on Olórëdes's parents! Please leave a review, they're like candy to me! Also, give me your opinions of whether I should make my chapters longer or shorter. XDD Thanks again! Until next chapter... :)