Fan Fiction ❯ Lothlorien ❯ Lothlorien ( Chapter 1 )

1

Women are known for waiting.

Waiting for news. Waiting for a child. Waiting for a lover to return from a battlefield.

Waiting for that certain someone to come into your world-whether a lowly pauper or the son of a king.

And this, in a brief summary, is our story.

"Such a bitter night… It makes me want to go home to a man more than ever," Enedlithiel exclaimed, unpinning her servant's cloak for a richer, heavier one.

"That Aragorn gets more attractive with age, I think," Pherin commented.

I laughed as one of the younger girls finished combing through my hair. Glancing in the mirror, I thanked her and sat down to converse. "Now who was that one elf- The one from Mirkwood? If you ask me, which you probably will not, I would say he is by far the best."

"Legolas? He is not just an elf, but a prince! A prince! The lucky girl who gets that one has multiple benefits…" Enedlithiel turned and moved toward the ladder. "Off I go to find some hapless victim to warm my bed!"

"Namaarie!" the other called, turning to me. "You should not talk about Legolas when you already have a man- A damn good one at that!"

Crossing my arms over my chest, I scoffed. "Are you referring to Haldir?"

"Hm. I know he has something in mind with you." Pherin stretched. "Let us make our ways home now…. I am exhausted…"

For some time, we gossiped as we walked, pausing and giggling when Boromir and Aragorn passed by. "Mmm…" The girl raised her eyebrow, staring as the humans passed. "It has been far too long since I saw one of those…" The ranger heard and turned, staring at her.

"Well, look, Boromir! It has been far too long since one of those made any sexually suggestive comments in my direction…"

Chuckling, I turned from them and headed in the direction of my home. In my path, leaning against a tree, staring at the sky was Legolas. The stars cast a sliver glow upon his pale skin. I found him to be fair and unique in his own way, watching him stand like a statue in the odd light. As I approached, he turned to me, tossed his eyes over me body. "Vedui, arwen en amin. I have seen you before, have I not?"

" I am a servant to Galadriel. I would not be surprised if you had noticed me."

He replied, "I had thought so." Shifting his weight against the tree, he closed his blue eyes from me. "Fair are the women of Ithil-quessir Long have I wished to be here among my kind in the fair Lorien. It is exactly like the songs we sing at home. But now that I am here, I feel something unusual, some bizarre presence."

"Do not let your heart be troubled. We shall keep you and your men safe. Foreigners often feel strange in Lorien the first time they visit. There is nothing to fear."

He chuckled lightly, lifting a hand to run through his white-blonde hair, staring at me again. "I do not doubt you, my lady, but I cannot deny this feeling. I have been through much."

"Too much, I shan't wonder I wish to hear of your journeys, heru en amin. I am Nevlothiel Culmano. I have never left Lothlorien and would much like to know about the outside world."

He nodded and followed me home like a lost creature. Taking a seat, he watched as I lit the fire to warm the small area from the cold evening. I joined him on the couch and we sat, silent. At last, Legolas spoke up.

"I suppose you wish to know precisely what happened to Mithrandir…"

I shook my head. "The description I heard earlier this evening sufficed. I would, however, know about my people in the north."

"Ah yes… Mirkwood and Rivendell." He sighed deeply. "In Mirkwood, we are trained to hunt and speak many languages. Once we come of age we rarely ever return. We are always out scouting or on missions, it seems. My father, the king of Mirkwood, sent me in his place to Rivendell to be at the council. I gladly went, for I knew that I might pass through Lothlorien."

As Legolas burst into a full account of his journey from the House of Elrond to his position today, I watched and listened intently. His hands seemed to moved in perfect sync with his voice, his body swaying as he would leap up during the scene of Moria with excitement. His words would move me to tears or to laughter easily.

The night wore on as he told me of battles with orcs, the lands of men, and of his hunt for the creature, Gollum. In the early hours of the morning, he at last rose and sighed wearily. "Late it has grown, I fear, but I have enjoyed myself much. I believe it is time we both retired for the eve."

I stifled a yawn and nodded in agreement. "I have enjoyed myself as well… Perhaps we can meet again?"

He grinned. "At noon. Where you found me earlier."

"I will be there."

I stood and led him to the door. We gazed at each other for a moment. Then he lightly kissed me on the cheek and took my hand in his own. "I thank the goddess for letting us meet tonight. Friend." He released me and turned. I watched him climb down and walk away.

In bed, I lay down, but could find no rest. I could only picture Legolas, immersed in his story and laughing as he recounted. I wondered if he was thinking of me. Giving up on rest, I got up and pulled on a cloak. Walking always helps calm the senses.

The forest was the gray-silver of the full moon. The grass was cold with dew. I walked to Anduin and sat beside it. Gazing into the mighty river, I saw the same golden waves of hair, forest green eyes, and white skin that I had seen everyday since I was born. I had not changed, but I felt different. I smiled, embracing this new sensation, whatever it was.

I heard heavy boots approaching in the distance and knew it was no elf. I faced the noise as fear slowly began to consume me. I could not move or breathe. At last, it came close enough that I could see what it was.

An orc scout had entered Lorien, no doubt in search of our travelers. I reached for my dagger, which I carry always in my cloak. It had spotted me and grinned, obviously realizing what use a defenseless elven woman could have. I curled my fingers around the hilt.

It was only about 20 yards away when an arrow flew over my head and upon the orc's forehead. It gave a cry and fell, writhing. Finally it was still. I turned towards the owner of the arrow. "Haldir? What are you doing about at this time of night?"

"I saw you leave your house. I knew the orcs were in Lothlorien," he replied rather smugly. He came closer to me and said, "Walk with me." I nodded and let him take my hand.

"Nevlothiel, how long have we known each other? Most of our lives or so... Since then, we have grown up and I have become a hunter and you have become a servant of the Lady's. We have never kept many secrets from each other.

"It is common for elves of our age and status to be married. Even Celeborn and Galadriel were married at our age many thousands of years ago. I have been thinking for a while that I might want to be…Well, the war of the ring is about to begin. I want to start a family with a fine woman… so I have something to hold on to… Nevlothiel, you have become a fine woman indeed."

I raised an eyebrow and released his hand. "Haldir, are you proposing?"

The corners of his lips turned up. "I believe I am."

"I will consider it. But something has come up," I lied. He breathed a sigh of relief.

"I thank you, Nevlothiel." With that, he let go of my hand and kissed me softly on the lips. He offered to escort me the rest of the way, but I refused. He bid me goodnight and left. I wiped the kiss away.

I headed back, trying to think of things I could say to put off Haldir's offer. It was not that Haldir was unkind or unattractive- in fact, I had often heard the other women in my rank whispering furiously about him, giggling at the thought of sleeping with him. Our relationship had been far different. I could not picture him as thinking of me in any other than the closest of friends.

2

I prepared for the day and watched the sun rise out my window. At this time, I once again left my house and went to the halls of the Lord and Lady. Today, Galadriel was standing just inside the house, as though waiting for me to arrive. I bowed, but she put a finger under my chin and pulled me back up to full height.

"I know that Legolas was at your house last night. I know that Haldir proposed to you. My dear, this is true?" I nodded. She placed her hand upon my shoulder and led me through a door.

"You must say no to Haldir. He will be crushed at first, as is natural. But if you say yes, you shall both be sorry. You already know this, do you not?"

I nodded. She continued. "And Legolas. You would not have invited him into your home if you did not wish to know him. To your own surprise, you have found that you think of him at all times." She smiled. "I want you to know him more.

"This is the reason why I am giving you all the time he has in Lothlorien to be with him. All I ask is that you be careful and…" She handed me fine cloth and needles. "Sew him a cloak. The other servants and myself shall take care of the others." Galadriel kissed my brow. "Namaarie and good luck to you."

The other servant girls climbed up the ladder. They all looked at me curiously as they entered the great hall. When the last one came up, I hurried down and went to the river. Pulling out my material, I began to make the cloak for Legolas.

I have always loved sewing. As a child, I would sew myself dolls and dresses to play with. Since then, I had clothes for the lady Galadriel. By noon, I was finished with it. It was warm enough to last the harshest winter and light enough for the hottest summers. I brought it to the palace and left it with the other girls.

Keeping my promise, I met Legolas at the tree. In the sun, his hair was as golden as fall leaves, his skin glowed, and his eyes danced like smoke around a fire. "Mae Govannen, Nevlothiel. You look… positively stunning..." His smile warmed my heart.

We walked along the Anduin, holding hands and talking in soft voices. I told him about Haldir asking me to marry him. Legolas' mouth turned down at the edges. I laughed gently and embraced him. "I am going to say no, I have decided," I said to him. "I do not love him."

"Why were you awake so early in the morning anyway?" he asked. "It is strange that you were awake too… I found no sleep either. I could not help thinking…" He trailed off. We stopped walking for a moment and faced each other. He slowly put his hand against my cheek. It was warm and smooth. I covered it with my own.

Suddenly, Legolas withdrew it and turned away, blushing. We walked on for some time, not talking, simply enjoying the other's company. "I was thinking about you too," I said at last. "There is something special about you. Galadriel knows it too. You make me comfortable enough to say anything."

"Then you feel the same way as I do towards you." He turned to me. "Let us sit for a moment and bathe our feet in the river." I agreed, not knowing what else to do or say. We stayed like that for a while, the cool water trickling over our feet. His hand was resting on mine.

"I feel a bit confused…" Legolas said softly to no one. "Is it possible to… Am I being too hasty if I say that I want…to…" I attempted to look as though I knew what he was saying. I suddenly noticed how close we were and how he never removed his gaze from my face.

Slowly, he began to lean forward. I closed my eyes and let my jaw hang loose. His lips touched mine. I leaned into the kiss and felt his strong arms close about me.

I felt so safe and sure at that moment. All the kisses before that one melted away, pale in comparison. I had never felt such warmth or perfection.

He gently pulled away and I stared at him, excited and confused. He was smiling. "Well, I am glad that is out between us..." Legolas pulled me against him so I could hear his heart beating. I shivered at the odd sensation, then breathed in deeply, loving the scent of beech and pine that lingered on his skin. I moved my lips to his neck, the velvet surface the closest thing to heaven at that time.

"Well, I guess I have my answer then," said a familiar, bitter voice. I sat up and spun around to see Haldir leaning against the tree behind us. "I am assuming it is indeed what it looks like. I thought you disliked foreigners."

"I am sorry, Haldir."

"At least he is immortal. I hate it when elves make such stupid decisions… Beren and Tinuviel, Earendil and Elwing, and now our own beloved Arwen Undomiel and that snake Aragorn. Not only is he mortal, but also is Isildur's heir. He is probably using her to get the Lady's ring to match the one of power..."

An arrow hit the tree trunk only a few millimeters above Haldir's hair. "Do not make me aim any lower next time," warned Legolas, who had now risen up and was holding his bow, his arrow aim straight for Haldir's forehead. "You should have thought more wisely about your words before you spoke them. Aragorn, Boromir, Gimli, Gandalf, or any of the hobbits shall not be insulted in my presence!"

Haldir's eyes were filled with hatred and fear of Legolas as it were. "It is a sad day indeed when an elf aims his bow at another. But I shall be more wary." He glanced at me. "Namaarie, Nevlothiel. I pray you are both very happy together." With that, he turned and stomped into the forest.

I stood up and touched Legolas' arm. He put his arrow back in its quiver and faced me. "I apologize for being so harsh to Haldir. I knew he would understand after the first arrow." He looked at the sky. " It is already almost dusk. Shall we return or linger just a little longer?"

Kissing him again, though lightly, I took his hand. "We should leave…"

Tossing his weapon back over his shoulder, we started walking back in the direction of the fellowship's house. Just as we were about to climb the ladder to enter, Legolas was attacked by 4 hobbits. They knocked him to the ground, all of them laughing. Boromir pulled Merry and Pippin off of him.

The other two clambered off. "Where have you been all day?" asked Aragorn, coming up from behind me. He glanced over me and said "Ahhh, we have a little lady elf friend?" I laughed. Legolas got up and dusted himself off.

"If you can mock Legolas about having a lady elf friend, then how come we can't mock you for having a lady elf lover?" Frodo teased. Aragorn grabbed at him. Sam jumped on the ranger's back.

The rest of us watched them wrestling for a moment, laughing at the halfings' attempts to knock the tall man down. They stopped within a minute and we climbed up to the table. I sat as close as possible to Legolas. After the meal, I invited was the Fellowship to stay. I gladly accepted.

I passed out a round of ale to all but Legolas. The hobbits, on their 5th or 6th pint of the evening, down theirs in under a minute and danced around the room singing Hey diddle diddle. Boromir, understanding that they were too drunk to be anywhere but in bed, apologized and brought them into to their rooms and retired himself. Aragorn shook his head at the scene. "They are hardly ever like this…" he sighed.

Legolas replied, "This is the first time they have really been courageous enough to get drunk since Rivendell. What do you expect?"

"If the others have left, then I suppose I must be going as well. Thank you for your presence, elf maiden." Gimli got up and shook my hand. "I wish you a goodnight, Legolas."

"Namaarie, Gimli."

Aragorn got out his pipe. "I do not understand why everyone is leaving? It's not late out yet." He drew on the pipe. "So, Nevlothiel, what brings you to be so friendly with Legolas?"

"Well that was quite rude, Aragorn. And what if I was to ask of Arwen why she loves an old ranger like yourself?" Legolas said, leaning against the wall. Strider opened his mouth as if to say something mean and witty, but closed it. After a moment, he leaned against his chair and took out his pipe.

"I'm not that old. And you're older than I am, Legolas."

"Well, I can live forever."

"I'm taller than you."

"Is that my fault? I am a better fighter."

"You're older, you're more experienced."

"In many ways."

"Now that's just sick. You don't say those kinds of things in front of you're little girlfriend."

"You pervert! I did not mean that way!"

"I bet you did."

"At least I make sure no one is watching before I do that kind of thing. Frodo and Elrond saw you practically…"

"Oh just shut up!"

"Her father, Aragorn! In front of her father!" He tossed back his head and laughed. He turned to me. "I always win. I have had 2,890 years more than him to play this game."

Aragorn got up. "I think I'll leave you two alone. You two can go to her house if you like. No need to come back, Legolas…"

"You sick man."

With a laugh, he ran to his room and shut the door. "Sorry about him," Legolas sighed. "Let us take walk." I nodded and got up.

"Do not forget your arrows incase we find an orc."

He kissed me and said, "I will always protect you." We walked along the Anduin like we had earlier. Legolas was bathed once again in the starlight, but this time, he seemed different- more at peace and content.

After walking for about an hour, Legolas suddenly veered off into the woods. He came to a tree and with urgency in his voice commanded me to climb. When we reached the top of the tree, he pulled me into his arms and told me to be quiet. Below, I saw an army of orcs marching next to the Anduin.

"They came through 2 days ago as well," he whispered. The odor of the creatures reached my nose. They smelled of mud, blood, and sweat. It made me nauseous. I closed my eyes.

"They have passed," Legolas said at last. We climbed down from the tree. "Are you alright?" he asked. "You looked a bit pale."

"No, no. I feel fine, but a little spooked. Hold me and I shall be better."

We sat down and he pulled me to him. I closed my eyes as he rocked me in his arms. The sound of the water trickling against the stones soothed me. I feel into a deep sleep.

3

I awoke in my bed the next morning. Legolas was staring out the window, watching the sunrise. I shifted around and sat up. "Have you been here all night?" I asked him.

He turned to me and smiled. "You are finally up. I thought I would take on Aragorn's proposal and not leave. I could not sleep again last night anyway." He came and sat on the end of my bed. He held my hand and said, "You resemble an angel when you rest."

I blushed and asked what time it was. "Time to get changed and comb our hair, I would say," he said, leaping up and walking to my closet. He tossed me a robe and left the room. I watched him run back to his friends through the window.

I met him by coincidence as I went out to check the weather. Legolas was wearing a gray silk tunic and the color brought out his eyes. He smiled at me and came over.

We went back to my house, holding hands. Storm clouds were beginning to form overhead. Within a few minutes, the first few raindrops fell to earth. Elves were running this way and that, trying to get inside. We looked at each other and grinned. A little rain did not matter.

It grew steadily, until it was a great down pour. I was soaked through completely. I pulled my hood over my face. I glanced at Legolas. He threw back his cloak and laughed at the rain.

He let go of me and ran in great circles, like a child discovering a large puddle. His hair clung to his face and back, but he did not care in the least. Grabbing my waist, he swung me around and around, until we were both so dizzy from spinning and laughing, we collapsed into the mud.

We were both filthy. I helped him up and we ran back to my house. I lit a fire to warm up in front of. He motioned for me to join him on the floor. I snuggled against him and he placed his arms around me. "I love you," I breathed. I sat up and received a long kiss.

"I love you too," Legolas whispered. "When I leave this place, you must promise to wait for me. If you do not, I shall die of heartbreak. You are my soul, Nevlothiel." He pulled me closer to him.

"I will wait for you until the end of time," I told him. "But do not speak of leaving now. The time shall come, but let me enjoy you now." I ran my hand across the back of his wet tunic.

"Getting a little close, are we?" a voice said from behind us. Legolas jumped up and spun around. Aragorn was sitting in a chair, smoking a pipe with his hood drawn over his face.

"How long have you been sitting there?" Legolas demanded.

"Since the rain started. Nevlothiel's house is closer than our barracks. I thought I would stay dry and surprise you two."

Legolas glanced at me. "How come it is always when we want to be alone someone decides to intrude on us?" I shook my head, trying to figure out the same thing. He turned back to Aragorn. "What are you smoking in that pipe anyway?"

"Erm…. Uhh…" Aragorn stammered.

"I thought so," smiled Legolas.

"Elves are so frustrating."

"Well, do not try and marry one of us then."

"You leave Arwen out of this!"

"Do you feel peculiar kissing someone 3,000 years older than you?"

"I said leave Arwen alone!"

"Then do not start mocking my race," Legolas spat. Aragorn muttered something under his breath. "What was that?" Legolas put a hand behind his ear and leaned towards him. "There are exceptions? Well, I suppose there are now. But there are not in men. Humans are all the same."

"We are not!"

"Loud, obnoxious…"

"Excuse me!"

"Pigheaded, power hungry…"

"Stop that right now!"

"Born leaders, self confident…."

Aragorn drew his sword and cried, "YOU WILL STOP NOW!" Legolas closed his mouth. "DO NOT MOCK ANY RACE FROM NOW UNTIL YOU ARE BACK IN MIRKWOOD OR YOU SHALL FIND YOURSELF SLAIN AT MY FEET! UNDERSTOOD?" Legolas nodded.

"Forgive me, Aragorn. I got carried away." He bowed low and set down his bow at Aragorn's feet. The human glared at him for a moment, then with a swish of his cape, left the room.

Legolas sighed and returned to my side. "I should really show more respect for him. He has a lot on his mind." I tossed my arms around his neck and pulled him in to a kiss. When it was through, he stared into my eyes.

"How did I ever live without you?" he asked.

The rain fell for the entire day. We did little but hold each other by the fire. When dusk came, Legolas stood up and said, "After we dine, I shall return to my friends. I have not had more than a few moments with them. I lack sleep. But I plan to see you bright and early tomorrow. May the sun shine upon you once more." With that, he was gone.

I sat for a moment, staring out the door after him, and then got up. I felt cold, like waking up under a warm blanket and tossing it off to find there is no fire and the wind has chilled your house. The feeling went away after a moment. I added more wood to the fire and fixed myself a lonely meal.

"Nevlothiel!" I heard Haldir exclaim from the ground.

"You can come up, if you would like."

After a moment, his head appeared, followed by the rest of his body. He unpinned his wet cloak and laid it over a chair before sitting. "It is quite damp outside… Did you go out at all today?"

"For a bit in the morning." I came out of the kitchen, wiping my hands on my gown. "You must excuse me- I was just about to have-"

"Legolas. What is he to you?"

I straightened myself. "He told me that he loved me. He is not like any man I have ever known before…"

"And you realize this after two days?"

My mouth fell open a bit. "Has it only been two days? Well… that is beside the point. What I feel for Legolas is inevitable."

Haldir rose. "Alright then. I am satisfied. Good night."

"You just arrived!"

"Good night." He vanished out the door.

I fell asleep listening to the steady drops hitting the roof. Around midnight, I awoke, shivering from the cold. The rain had lightened and I was able to hear the soft pad of elvish feet approaching. I smiled to myself.

"I cannot sleep there. Aragorn is still angry." I felt Legolas' weight on the end of the bed. "I had to see if you were alright."

"Yes, love. I am fine."

He was lying down now. I could feel his breath on the back of my neck, his arm pressed against mine. I faced him and met his gaze. His eyes twinkled. "You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen…" His fingers caressed my cheek.

"Please stay the night, Legolas."

I honestly cannot remember ever being with another before him. If I was, it does not mean a thing. Every motion of our bodies is imprinted in my mind forever. What a gift he gave to me that night…

He rolled next to me and gave a deep, contented sigh. "Nevlothiel?"

I stared up at the ceiling, a warm feeling still lingering over me. "Yes?"

"Will you marry me?"

"Yes."

"Am I being too hasty?"

Smiling, I did not move. "Maybe a bit."

"You are the one I have been looking for."

"I know."

He lifted my head with his hand and slipped something around my neck. I reached up and felt a small pendant. "This necklace was my mother's before her death. I give it to you until I can find a ring that will suit you…"

I lifted the charm and stared at the tiny leaf. "I accept it."

4

I woke before Legolas. The rain from yesterday had halted completely. A mist covered the river Anduin. The trees were slowly regaining their gold color as the sun rose. I rolled over to face gaze at my newfound romance.

His hair was spread around his head like a halo. The look on his face was the calmest I had ever seen. It made me smile to see him so. I bent down and kissed his cheek.

He stirred. His eyes fluttered and he yawned. "Wake, Legolas," I said, sitting next to him. He faced me at the mention of his name and pulled the covers over his shoulders.

"Vedui," he replied. Legolas pulled into a sitting position. He tossed his arms around me and pecked my forehead. "I have not slept so peacefully since I was a babe. Has the sun risen?"

I leaned over so he could see out the window. "I see. I brought extra clothes this time," he said, holding up a bundle. He untied it and turned so his back faced me. I watched him pull on a green silk tunic and a pair of tights. Grabbing my comb from the dresser, he turned to me and said, "I hope you do not mind." He commenced in brushing his long hair and quickly pulling it into his everyday hairstyle.

"I am used to changing in front of others," he told me quickly. "But I understand that the other sex prefers privacy. I shall wait outside." Legolas stepped out and shut the door quietly behind him.

Smiling to myself, I prepared for the day and entered the living room. He was reclining on the couch, fiddling with one of his arrows. I walked across to him and picked up his bow. "This is old," I said, testing the string and glancing at the woodwork.

"It has served me in many a battle."

"Yes, but would you not like a new one?"

"I would enjoy a new one, for it would probably be more efficient. But for the meantime, I am content with my bow."

I handed it back to him. Legolas stretched and stood up. "Come. We have been invited to dine with my friends." I looked at him questioningly for a moment. He smiled bashfully and said, "Aragorn has forgiven me… I am sorry I lied to you. But I could not resist."

"I thought something was fishy," I replied, returning his smile. "But you are forgiven. Last night was… incredible." He grabbed my hand and spun into his arm. He kissed me, holding nothing back.

We made our way to their guesthouse. Pippin greeted us at the door. "I apologize for the other night. I have not had ale in so long and I could not resist gettin' piss drunk. Sam, Frodo and Merry all agree."

"Think nothing of it, kind Hobbit," I said, bending over to his height. "That little song number made my evening." Legolas let out a strong burst of laughter. Pippin smiled at me.

"Vanima sila tiri," he attempted to say, the elvish words obviously odd on his tongue. "Please, please come in!" The little man waved us in excitedly. Inside was a cozy, little room filled with luggage and dirty clothing. Pippin closed the door and stuck his hands in his pocket, rocking on the balls of his feet. "So, it's not the cleanest place in the world, that's for sure," he stammered.

Boromir was sitting on the end of a couch with a sleeping Frodo on it. He nodded and smiled. "Legolas was talking non-stop about you last night. Aragorn finally dared him to spend another night in your house…" I noticed Legolas was motioning for him to stop.

Merry walked in from another room, carrying a tray. "Top of the morning, fair lady! I hope you're hungry. We're having tomatoes, sausages, and nice crispy bacon!" Pippin made gagging noises as Merry turned the corner.

"Did you sleep well last night?" said Aragorn, stepping out of the shadows. He smirked and added, "Why am I asking? I know the answer." Legolas flashed him a `You-Are-So-Dead' look. Aragorn shot a `Bring-It-On-Pansy-Boy' right back.

"Alright then… We shall play it your way. I never get dirty."

"I look sexy when I sweat."

Legolas raised his eyebrow. "Ladies prefer a nice, clean cut, shaven man."

"And how would you know all this?"

"Ask Nevlothiel."

"Arwen prefers the manly, rugged look."

"That is simply disgusting."

"Heh heh."

Legolas thought for a moment. His face suddenly brightened. "I do not scare people by popping out of dark places at inconvenient times."

Aragorn's mouth dropped open. "I…erm…um…heh…well…" I saw beads of sweat form on his forehead. Legolas' smile stretched a mile wide. "Damn you," was all Aragorn muttered. The entire room burst out in laughter. Frodo stirred on the couch.

Merry reentered with Sam and they went about setting the table. Boromir roused Frodo. We sat about and I somehow managed to swallow down the tasteless meats. The men picked jokes about Legolas throughout the meal. Each time he would challenge them or simply ignore them.

Trying to start conversation, I turned to Sam, who was sitting quietly. "If you could have three wishes, what would they be?" I asked him casually. He suddenly flushed pink. After a moment, he made eye contact again.

"Well, I guess my first wish would be to have everyone survive this mission. My second is that I could see your Lady again. And the third is…" He blushed very deeply. "The third is…" He giggled. "The third is to settle down and marry…" The hobbits stared very intently at him. "Rosie," he said at last.

Frodo clapped his hands and cried, "Rose Cotton! I knew it! You've been eyeing her since you were a tween!" Merry slapped him on the back. Pippin giggled like a giddy child.

Sam punched Pippin's arm. "I suppose you wishes are better, Pip."

"Why, as a matter O' fact, they are," he replied, still laughing.

"An' they are?" Merry asked.

"One, we get there. Two, we get back. Three, I have a lifetime supply of these elf-brews and sausage!"

Merry cheered. "Mine are we stay awhile longer, Gandalf comes back, and I become fatter than Sam from this great food!"

Sam blushed. "I ain't so pudgy."

"Aye, y'are," Pippin laughed.

Frodo went next. "I hope we all live, we return safely, and the Shire and all the ladies are just fine."

Pippin put his head down a bit. "I wish I had four. Then I could wish…"

Merry patted his back. "We know."

"How about you, Master Gimli?" Legolas smiled, clearly enjoying this game.

He grunted. "Safety, strength, and to lay eyes upon her that is fairest- the Lady of the Galadhrim."

Boromir nodded. "My people's safety, the fall of the dark tower, and that Nevlothiel fills my mug again." I smiled and took it into the kitchen, the amber colored liquid flowing gently in. I brought it back as Aragorn went.

"Mine are obvious enough- Life, Arwen, and death to the Dark Lords." He punched Legolas' arm. "You're up, pansy boy."

Placing an arm around me, he smiled. "A safe journey to us all."

"And?" Pippin asked.

"The other two already came true," he said, kissing my cheek. I smile.

"Flattery will get you no where," I joked. "But it sure helps."

He laughed. "Your turn."

"If you insist. Happiness and long life to all at this table, the destruction of the ring, and many children."

"Granted," Legolas whispered in my ear.

Once the uproar had stopped, Aragorn stood up. "I have an announcement to make." Everyone turned toward him. "I have made a decision. Tomorrow, just after dawn, we must leave Lothlorien." Every elf, hobbit, and dwarf cried out in protest. Aragorn sat down and let our cries hit him.

"Aragorn! We cannot leave!"

"I shall never go!"

"We are safe here! Why can we not stay until we must flee?"

"Aragorn, I beg of you! Do not leave!"

"Let us elect a new leader!"

As though we all realized there was no way around it, we all stopped at the same time. Legolas pulled me into an embrace and I started to cry on his shoulder. "You barely just arrived!" I wailed

"I know." I looked at his face. He was weeping too. His lip began to tremble, but he wiped away his tears and tried to choke it down.

"Our brave elves are crying. Is there not a way?" asked Gimli. Aragorn shook his head sadly. "But just look at them! We cannot have them die of heartbreak! Perhaps she could come with us?"

"Gimli, you know that she cannot. Nevlothiel has never left Lothlorien. A traveler is not the life for her. And if she was captured by orcs?"

"She would might never been seen again. She could be tortured," Legolas said, trying his best to sound controlled. "It is best she stays in Lothlorien. She cannot be killed and I will always know where to find her."

"If anything happens to any of you, I shall always grieve," I said. "I cannot remain here… Thank you for your hospitality." I left.

I ran back to my house. I wondered why the sun was shining so brightly. It should be black, I remember thinking. I fell onto a couch and wept.

Legolas knelt next to me and rubbed my back softly. "We knew this day would come," he whispered. "It is just that it came so soon." His hand was shaking slightly.

"Legolas, you shall return to me. You must return!" I demanded. "And if you die in battle, I wish to know. I shall not wait in wonder for eternity. I would rather be dead.

"Do not try and be a martyr. If death is upon you, do what you can and then flee. You are brave, my love. But do not be stupid."

"I will not die," he said in a firm voice. "I will not allow myself to be slain while love awaits me." His words strengthened me. I sat up and looked at his face. He wore the face of a warrior, ready for battle.

I stared into his gorgeous eyes and breathed, "I believe you." I crawled into his arms and held him. I began to realize that already several hours had been spent crying. I needed to enjoy these last few. Sadness would have to wait.

"Let us once again walk the Anduin," I said. "It is a beautiful day out. It is where we first kissed and I long to return to the spot again." Legolas nodded.

"It seems strange that 3 days ago, I knew not who you were. It seems so distant," he told me as we held hands and walked. "You are my life."

"And you are mine."

"I love you and always shall."

"And I do as well."

"And you both are very sappy," said Haldir.

We turned in perfect sync. He waved from his spot directly behind me. "Well lovebirds," he smiled. "I apologize for being so irrational and a acting like such a bad sport the other day. I realized that it was for the better that you said no, Nevlothiel.

"I have decided that I just wanted to marry and not care who. And Legolas?" he said, turning to him. "Take care of this woman. She is a princess." Legolas smiled and promised to. "You may now commence in your frolicking." Haldir walked into the deeper woods and was gone.

"He will always be a mystery to me," I said.

"But he is right. You are a princess." He suddenly grabbed me and picked me up into his arms. "And all princesses deserve royal treatment." Legolas swung me onto his back and ran about.

Laughing, we went faster and faster until he tripped on a rock and fell. I landed in the river. Legolas apologized and helped me out. The back of my dress was soaked through, but I did not care. "That was amusing," he teased.

"You little freak!" I laughed.

"You cannot catch me!" he cried and leapt onto a low tree branch. I climbed after him. With much speed, he leapt up ahead of me. I pursued him.

Jumping branch to branch, I chased him to the top of the tall tree. When I got there, Legolas was staring out at Lothlorien. I stood next to him and looked out at the golden trees of the woods, the silver river, and the slightly pink sun, which gave everything a warm glow. It was beautiful.

"I am going to miss this place very much," he said quietly. "My heart and mind are forever with you, Lothlorien." We sat down and he placed an arm about me. I pecked him on the cheek and turned to watch the sunset.

Legolas got up. "The winter's chill shall bite at us if we do not go now," he announced. We climbed down and made our way to the banquet called as a farewell to the Fellowship. We ate slowly, savoring each moment, each bite together. The hall was more silent than usual.

When we returned to my house, I rekindled the fire. Legolas left and came out with two tall glasses of wine. I took one and he knelt beside me and set his on the floor. He pulled me into his arms and rested his chin against the top of my head, staring into the blaze. I leaned against his chest, feeling the warmth of his body and the fire.

The wood slowly began to smolder and Legolas let go of me. He sipped his drink thoughtfully. Then he turned to me. "I should sleep. I have a big day tomorrow."

"We both do," I corrected.

"Then let us add to the fire and go off," he replied. As he got the logs, I finished my drink and carried the dirty dishes to the sink. He was waiting in the bedroom for me. "I love you," he said and pulled me to him.

"That is a good thing, considering we are to be married."

"Wrong line."

I chuckled as I broke away and began to comb through the long strands of my hair. "I love you too then."

Coming up behind me, he brushed his lips against my neck. "Nevlothiel Greenleaf… That has such a nice ring to it…"

"Yes… It does… But then again, it should."

He pulled off his tunic, showing his beautiful figure off to the world. I watched him through the mirror of my vanity as he peeled off his shoes and leggings. I set down the comb and faced him. Grinning shyly, he just stood, staring at me from the opposite side of the bed.

"I have never had such a good look at you," I said softly.

Legolas began to fold his clothes, setting them on the ground. "I suppose it was rather dark last night… I still managed to see plenty of you…"

I let out a dry laugh as I pulled off my gown, then reaching back to release me from the confines of my smallclothes. "Me? I am nothing special…"

Two strides later, Legolas was lifting my chin to I met his eyes. "Nothing special? Do you have any idea how many women have tried to force marriage on me, just for my name? Or how many times Father would send whores or village girls up to my room, trying to make me feel the slightest temptations? I would pay those women to get away from my sight. I saved myself for you, Nevlothiel. This is the first time I have ever found myself begging to be with someone. You are special. You are mine."

My lips curled up at the ends. "You were a virgin until last night?"

"What of it?"

"Nothing."

He picked me up and set me on the bed gently.

5

I woke an hour before dawn. Legolas' side was cold. I leapt up and stared out the window. He had been long gone. My heart pounded with fear that I was too late.

I dressed and ran to the house of Galadriel. I opened the door. She and her servants came forth. "We hoped you would be on time," she said in a soft voice. "We are off to bid them farewell."

"My lady, may I go with them? I cannot bear the thought of him leaving!"

"Whom?"

I began to sob. "Legolas…" The other girls erupted into giggles and whispers.

"What is he to you?"

I reached back and unclasped the necklace, thrusting it towards her. "This was his mother's. In it holds the promise of marriage. Marriage! I love him!"

"Nevlothiel! Have you given yourself to this man?"

"Twice and gladly! So you see, you must let me go!" I pleaded.

She shook her head and turned away. "If he loves you, he will return. You will have to wait like the rest of us. Now no more words. No more tears. Get ready."

I set my head in my hands as the others came over to me.

"There, there…Your lover will return…"

"You are one lucky girl! How was he in bed?"

"Nevlothiel is going to be a queen!"

I shuddered, pulling the cloak tighter about me as Galadriel snapped at us to move out.

Swan boats awaited us. We boarded and floated down the river. It was very calm, I remember. I felt an impending sense of sadness and doom.

I saw 8 figures moving swiftly through the woods next to the Anduin. 2 were tall and broad, 1 was little more than a man's waist, 4 were just above my waistline, and 1 was tall and lean. They came to a clearing along the river and stared out at us. Galadriel sang to them in her low, clear voice.

"Come! We shall have one last feast together!" she cried. The boats were pulled ashore and we filed off. A banquet was laid out and many delicacies were brought before the company. The girls sat and gossiped happily as Legolas slipped his arms around my waist and kissed my cheek.

"Is what she says true, my lord? Are you going to marry her?" one of them asked.

"The instant I return, be ready."

"And will you have children?" proclaimed another.

"Three or four," I grinned.

"Or fifteen…" he chuckled.

We all sat at the same moment. I was still in Legolas' arms, but I was unwilling to move. I talked merrily, nearly forgetting that it was our last moments together. There was much laughter among us. As we grew fuller and fuller, I realized that the banquet was ending. After Galadriel handed out gifts and said farewell to each of them, my lover would go.

He must have seen my face, for Legolas placed his hand over mine. Celeborn rose and told them of the ways to Mordor and warned them of Fangorn. He was finished too soon. Galadriel stood and took a cup from one of the servants. "Now it is time to drink the cup of Farewell," she said.

She filled the glass with white mead and handed it to her husband. "Drink, Lord of the Galadhrim! And do not let your heart be sad, though night follows noon and it is already evening draws near." He drank and she passed it around the Fellowship and bade them all farewell.

"Now that we have drank of the cup of parting, the shadows fall between us. Before you leave, I have you brought gifts of the Lord and Lady Galadhrim to remind you of Lothlorien." She ordered Aragorn to step forth. A sheath for his sword was given to him. Elaborate was its design. It was wrought with leaves of silver and gold and the sword's name, Andứril, and lineage were written on the sheath in many tiny gems.

"The blade drawn from this sheath shall not break under any circumstances. But," she said. "I feel you want more from me on our parting. There is a darkness between us and I doubt we shall ever meet again." She seemed to stare through him. He stood tall and glared right back.

He replied, "Lady, you know of my desire, and long held in keeping the treasure I seek. Yet it is not yours to give me, even if you would; and only through darkness shall I come to it." She smiled at him and lightened her gaze.

"This may lighten your heart, kind ranger," she said to him. "This was left in my hands to be given to you, should you pass through this land." She lifted from her lap a great stone of clear green, set in a silver brooch that was wrought in the shape of a flying eagle. The gem shined like the sun on a clear spring morn.

"I gave this to Celebrian, my daughter, who gave it to hers; and now it comes to you as a token of hope. In this hour, take the name that was foretold to you, Elessar, the Elfstone of the house of Elendil!" Aragorn bowed deeply and took it from her. The instant it touched his breast, years of labor and journey left him. The line of kings in his blood flowed through his veins strong at that moment. He was no longer the mysterious man who joked with Legolas, but a ruler of the race of men.

He thanked her with much vigor. She bowed her head and turned to the others. Boromir was next to step forward. "To you, Boromir, son of Denethor, the tower guard, I give a belt of gold. May Lothlorien be forever at peace with Gondor." He bowed to her and placed it on his hips. A dying gleam of sunlight hit it and it glowed softly.

"May the two young hobbits step forth," she cried. Merry and Pippin ran up. She handed them both small silver belts. Each had a clasp shaped like a golden flower. They glanced at each other, like it was nothing they had ever seen. At the same time they jumped and squealed like children. We all laughed at their happiness.

Sam received a box of soil and seeds from the beautiful garden of Galadriel, for the hobbit loved the earth. Gimli, the dwarf, simply asked for three of the Lady's hairs. All were shocked at this proposal, for no one but the Lord and Lady had ever touched it. Still, she gave him his request. Frodo was given nothing but a necklace that contained the light of Eärendil, which is a favorite star of the elves. It glowed gently in the darkening forest.

"And of course, there is you, Legolas Greenleaf of Mirkwood, one of our northern kinship. We are honored that you have come to stay with us." She reached for a bow. "This is a bow of Galadhrim. It is stronger and both taller and broader than your own. I thought you might like a new one." Remembering my words only yesterday morning, I smiled to myself. A quiver of arrows was given to him as well. He thanked her and bowed. "I am not yet done…

"Nevlothiel is of my kin and is very dear to me. I have seen her grow into a fine woman, worthy of a fine man… I trust her judgment. The love in her eyes is inevitable. If it is in your arms she wishes to be, then forever shall she stay. Lorien approves."

Galadriel glanced at me and mouthed the word "Go." Legolas saw it as well, for he turned and walked off towards the deeper wood. I followed him, trying to catch up, watching the first stars began to appear in the night sky. I finally slowed, turning a corner and catching sight.

He was leaning against the trunk of a tree, bathed in early moonlight, a silver glow cast upon him. It had not been long since I had seen him like this, meeting him for the first time. But now, he was different. I looked at his face and saw a single tear run from his eye. He did not bother to wipe it away.

"The time has come," he said in a wavering voice. I felt my own throat begin to close and my eyes grew wet. I ran into his arms and we clutched each other tightly. The tears ran freely onto my face. I shook my head again and again.

"This has to be a dream!" I cried. "You cannot leave me! You must not!" Legolas placed a finger under my chin and stared into my eyes.

"Nevlothiel, you must not cry. I do not want my memories of you to be like this. Let me see your face the way it usually is and not this way. We cannot let it end this way!"

I realized that this was true and I swallowed down my anger. A few sobs escaped my throat and I was quiet. He held me until my face was no longer red and tear-streaked. I gazed back into his smoky eyes, which stared back, full of love for me. He smiled.

"That is better." I opened my mouth to speak, but instead he kissed me. My eyes shut and I put all of my passion, all of my pain, and all of my love into that kiss. I know not how long it lasted, but it was fully dark by the time it ended. Soft footsteps approached from the river.

"I fear that I must separate you two," Aragorn said slowly. "But we must leave soon, Legolas." He came towards us and I held out my hand. He kissed it, rising with a slight smile. "Nevlothiel, it was my pleasure to meet you. Forgive my rudeness." He was gone.

Legolas pulled me to him again for a last embrace. "When I return, we shall be married on the spot," he promised. He kissed my brow and added, "Namaarie, my bright morning sun." With that, the elf that I love ran off towards the river, leaving me for much time.

I walked to the river and saw his companions rowing off down the river. I felt the Lady's hand touch my arm. "Trust me." I faced her. "Legolas Greenleaf shall return to you," she smiled. "He will always return for you…" I turned from her and slowly made my way back to Lothlorien.