Fan Fiction ❯ Minas Tirith ❯ Minas Tirith ( Chapter 1 )

1

I approached the King, high on his throne and bowed deeply at the waist. "Prince Legolas," he said boldly. "I have called you to me for many a reason." He stood, his crown catching a gleam of light from the walls high above. His eyes smiled at me and he placed a hand upon my shoulder. "Come, friend."

We steeped out into the courtyard and started slowly walking. "So, what is it like to be king?" I asked him. Aragorn shrugged casually, as if he was responding to the simplest question.

"What is it like to be a prince?"

"You know as well as I."

"Not as much. Your father lives and was able to teach you the ways of princedom and king."

"Well, for two years, so did yours, Elessar."

"I am eighty-eight years of age, Legolas. Am I supposed to remember infancy?"

"Good point, master Aragorn. Why is it that I was called for?"

He paused, trying to remember. His face once again grew grave.

"Arwen is coming."

I raised an eyebrow in surprise. "I had nearly forgotten the Lady! Why are you so upset? Is this not what you wanted?"

He shook his head. "Indeed I yearned for this. My future queen is arriving, I am king of Arnor and Gondor, and my friends are all by my side."

"I clearly understand not."

He sighed. "I am scared to death of commitment, Legolas. You already know this."

"Yet you want it."

He nodded and added, "But I still fear it. My heart is troubled at the thought of never being free to roam again. My mind will always be filled with worry for my lands and my family."

"Then let it be so, Estel."

His tracks stopped dead. I continued. "Yes, I called you Estel. It is true. Your name is most worthy for you alone. For you are indeed the Estel to the people."

"Am I?"

I glanced at his face and saw a tear glisten in his eye. "You are."

"Then if I am Estel, why does it seem like none is left for me?"

"Remember the words of your mother."

He placed a hand over his brow and cried, "Onen i-Estel Edain, ú-chebin estel anim."

"Yes, Estel."

I placed a hand onto his shoulder. "I gave hope to the Dúnedain, I have kept no hope for myself," he muttered. "This is true. May it be so."

"My friend." He glanced at me. "These are going to be fine times indeed. Do not worry."

He smirked and wiped his eyes. Always the smart ass, he replied, "Nevlothiel is coming with her, I believe."

I stood agape.

2

On midsummer's eve, they came. In the distance I could see them coming swiftly on white horse with silver manes. I could not find the face I wanted, but felt her presence moving towards me. My heartbeat rose higher and higher as they drew nearer.

At long last, Celeborn drew abreast to me. "Legolas!" he laughed. "How kind of you to greet us." Arwen rode next to me. I had met her before that night, though I had never truly realized how beautiful she was. She stood nearly as tall as her grandparents, cloaked in robes of green, which brought out her eyes.

"Legolas of Mirkwood, we meet again," she said slowly, holding out a white hand. I took it and kissed it lightly. She paused, looking at me. "You have grown."

"How is this possible, indeed, if I am adult?"

"You are wiser." With that, her father stopped his horse on her right.

He placed a hand on my shoulder in a kind manner. "Mae govannen, warrior," he said, beaming. "What perils you have been through! You must tell me every word upon our next meeting. But for now, there is much to be done."

Arwen smiled and said, "Indeed! Ride into the city we must! So much is not finished or started. Come, Legolas! Come upon my horse and we shall enter together."

Inside the city walls, many people stepped forth from their housing to see the feared people of the golden wood. Men and women bowed as they beheld them, for they were like stones beneath their high feet. Galadriel smiled to herself and moved to the head with Celeborn. One wife started to cry violently to my right.

I dismounted and helped the stable boys bring in their horses. Untamed, they seemed, and many times I had to comfort both boy and beast when one rejected imprisonment. But surely, all eventually came into their stalls and were fed the best hay found in Gondor. I walked into the streets just as the elves left the palace.

I joined their group, which walked to a large band of fine tents. Inside, I could see figures of those who did not join them moving about inside. Some were busy at putting up more. I watched for a moment, and then saw Arwen waving to me. I went to her.

"Yes, lady?" I asked, bowing low.

"Oh, Legolas!" she cried and threw her arms about me. "Tomorrow, I shall be married!"

"Yes you shall."

"Oh, Legolas! I fear it. I love him with all my heart, but how can I ever leave my people? My father! My brothers!"

I held her as she sobbed into my chest. She went on. "They all shall be leaving me soon- going to Valinor. You will go with them when the time comes. I shall be left alone! I will be all alone!"

"You will have Estel and your children."

"My life shall be longer than theirs, mortal or no. My heart aches at the thought of burying my family. Then who but my grandchildren and their children will be left? I will be the last true elf in Middle-Earth. But I am not even pureblooded! In all my years on this world, I have never been so frightened.

"When you leave me, Legolas, then I shall wither. You will always have Nevlothiel, even in Valinor. I shall never see it and yet I feel no yearn for it. I shall never see my mother because of Aragorn. My Estel may love me and I him, but what pain he brings!"

I held her for a few more moments and then dropped my arms. She wiped her eyes and sat upon a stone, head in hands. I sat on the ground next to her and gently rubbed her back. The soft crunch of footsteps came towards us and I looked up. Haldir was approaching with a worried look on his face.

"Is she alright?" he asked, pausing nearby. I nodded and stood. He embraced me like a brother. "Legolas! How good to see you again!" he laughed. "We were all sick with worry while you were away. Come!"

He turned towards where he had come from, but then turned back and stared at Arwen. From his cloak he pulled a handkerchief and held it towards her. She glanced at him and took it gratefully. "Legolas, go ahead. Just go straight. I shall stay with Arwen." As I went, I saw him holding her.

Quickly I ran, farther into the rows of seemingly endless tents. At long last, I saw a clearing and stopped for a moment to rest. Out of the last tent in the row, a tall elf stepped out and came towards me. He paused for a moment, just staring. His face broke into a smile and he started towards me again, very briskly.

"Legolas?" he cried. I held out my hand, but he embraced me. "I had been very worried what you would be like! But you indeed resemble your father much, and he is a fine king and proud." My heart pounded rather hard. How did this man know who I was? I wondered.

He stepped back and held me at arms length, looking me over. "Of course, lineage does not cement a person's life. My sons are not like me in the least," he babbled on. Suddenly, he smacked his forehead in realization. "Oh dear! I have forgotten to introduce myself. Too much excitement! I am Nevlangion, son of Morréion. I am the father of Annúnostion, Morinzilion, and Nevlothiel."

"Nevlothiel?" I cried. "You are indeed Nevlothiel's father?"

He blushed and apologized for being so hasty. "I could not wait to see you. We have heard nothing from my daughter, save your name. Your journey must have been fascinating! I wish to hear every detail. But first, come! Come and we shall drink to my daughter's betrothal!" Before I could say another word, I found myself being led by the arm into a large tent.

Inside, I saw a fair woman sitting on a flat traveling bed, unpacking her clothing neatly onto the floor. Nevlangion went over to her and stared babbling madly on about how excited he was to meet me. She stood, held a hand up to shush her husband, and walked towards me. "Legolas, I presume?" she asked calmly. An heir of mystique and power seemed to fill the space.

I bowed low. "Indeed, you are Nevlothiel's mother," I stated. She nodded once. I looked into her face and saw a deep sadness. Silence over took everything.

Her husband came to her side. They were of equal height. His hair was silver and in a few ways, he resembled the Lord Celeborn. He took her hand and patted it gently. "Dear," he muttered. "Do not be judging him. He seems like a fine boy, Vardarûniel."

The name sounded very familiar to me. I thought for a moment. Back when I had been a child, it was required of the king's children to learn our histories and with it, many names. Quickly, I thought of those in Lothlórien. Suddenly, a realization came to me.

"Galadriel, sister of Finrod, daughter of Finarfin. Vardarûniel, daughter of Finrod. Nevlothiel told me of no relations to the lady!"

"Fine job at recall, sir," she hissed and turned towards the tent door. One of the flaps flew back at that moment, revealing a fair boy. His hair was mysteriously dark, almost black. His eyes were like emeralds. He stepped in and went to her, giving her a kiss on the cheek.

He noticed me and turned to Nevlangion. "Who is this, father?"

I stood and quickly bowed. "I am Legolas, the green leaf, son of the King of Mirkwood, Thranduil."

"A prince?" he considered. "You are my sister's lover?"

I nodded.

"I am Morinzilion, Nevlothiel's brother. She barely speaks of you. Mother!" he turned harshly. "What hostess are you? Get this man something!"

I shook my head. "I am not in need of hospitality. But I am indeed glad to meet my future relations."

He took my hand. "Come, Legolas. I am very interested in hearing of you. Pray, let us step outside." I ducked out. "I shall be right there!" he called to me. I went to a nearby tree and rested.

The sun was already setting. Candles were being lit inside tents, fires began to roar outdoors. I stared out and watched the lights descent towards the ground. I gave a sigh, for Morinzilion was taking a rather long time. Suddenly, I saw a figure at the end of the row of tents. It had stopped and was staring at me.

In the shadows of the dusk, I could see that it was indeed a female. She started walking towards me slowly, as though unsure. When she grew closer, I could just make out her smile and recognized it. My heart skipped a beat as I stared at her. She suddenly broke into a run and held out her arms to me.

Into mine she leapt, sobbing. I held her as tight as I could trying to hold back tears myself. "Oh, Legolas!" she wept. "How I have longed for this moment!" My heart beat the fastest it ever had with the sheer joy. She seemed very frail and weak, as helpless as a babe. How I loved her!

With the bad timing of someone such as Aragorn, out stepped her brother. "Oh, did she just arrive?" he asked casually. Nevlothiel turned and gave her brother a look of death. He recoiled and just watched us. I kissed her brow and pulled away from her grasp.

"May she walk with us?" I asked him.

"Certainly."

She wrapped her hand in my own as we walked away from the midst. I led them into Minas Tirith. We had not spoken a word yet. I decided to break the ice.

"How is your mother doing, Morinzilion?"

He sighed. "She cannot bear the thought of losing her daughter. She has not been the same since her cousin went to Valinor several years ago. You see- they were traveling together went they were attacked."

Nevlothiel sighed. "I am sorry I did not mention my relations to the lady Galadriel before, Legolas. But I was just frightened that you might love me for being more than just a common elf."

I laughed. "Love? I would still love you if you were an orc."

She shuddered. "Do not remind me of those vile creatures."

As we approached one of the many inns in the city, out stepped four small figures. With an "Oi! Hey Merry! It's Master Legolas!" I was wrestled by the hobbits. I hit the ground laughing. Frodo was the first to get up and brush himself off. He went over to Nevlothiel.

He bowed. "I well remember you, fair lady. We were not told that you were with the Galadhrim."

"I have relations to Arwen. I am also friend of King Elessar and still one of the people of the wood. Am I not supposed to be welcomed?"

Her brother whispered, "Nevlothiel, now is probably not the best time to be harsh." She tossed her hair at him.

"Frodo, how was that inn?"

He smiled. "I can show you around it."

She sneered at her brother, clearly mocking him. I was reminded of my sisters at that moment. I laughed gently and she turned to me, her face softened. "It feels so incredible to hear your laugh after so many miles and weeks apart." Morinzilion and the hobbits stared at us for a moment and then scurried off. She tossed her arms around my neck.

"You must forgive my siblings. Morinzilion is intrusive and is set on being a bachelor to the end of this world. Annúnostion is simply never around." She glanced after her kin as he walked ahead of the hobbits towards the mingle of tents.

"He does not resemble your family in the least."

Her eyes grew dim with a sudden sadness. "He does not for a reason."

"What do you mean, dear?"

She pressed her cheek against my breast. "Oh, Legolas… I wish not to tell you tonight. It just feels so good to be with you again."

"Nevlothiel? Legolas? Why are you still in the city?"

With his traditional timing, Aragorn had been standing just behind me. We broke apart and as I dipped into a bow, she curtsied greatly. "King Elessar," she muttered. "We did not see you."

"For you were too deep in each other's eyes. Have either of you seen Arwen?"

"Are you trying to break the rules and see the bride before the wedding?"

He shook his head. "It has taken thirty-seven years for this night. Even I can stand just one evening. But how is she doing?"

I pictured her sitting in Haldir's arms, sobbing with fear. "She is a little nervous," I smiled.

He let a sigh of relief out. "Wonderful! I pray that she is more calm than I."

Nevlothiel suddenly let out a gasp. "You have shaved! And you are washed!"

I realized it for the first time as well. He still looked like the old Strider I had known and loved for many years, but only his beard was much less gray, the stubble less visible. His hair continued to look messed, but clean. Indeed, he looked like a king for one of the first times in all my years with him.

He mockingly placed a hand on his hip, fluttered his eyelashes, and walked girlishly about. "I almost look like an elf. Oh Legolas, I have been working on it ever so," he exclaimed, his voice a few octaves higher in his imitation.

"Oh very funny. What if Elrond suddenly stepped forth from the wood?"

He coughed twice and crossed his arms, silent. "But he hasn't." Still, he had stopped. For a moment. "Wait a minute…" he started slowly. His face suddenly broke into a wide grin. "The sun has fully left the sky. The gates are closed!"

Nevlothiel glanced at me in horror. "How are we going to get out now?" she cried.

Aragorn held up a set of keys. "I know how…"

"O, thank you, Elessar!" she breathed.

"But first, I wish to show you around my fair city." With that, he headed towards the palace.

"This will certainly take till early morning," I muttered.

He stopped dead in his tracks. "What was that?" he called back.

I realized how to win this. "You take too long. You used to be so hasty!"

"I am. I am marrying a woman after 36 years of engagement in the morning, do not forget. But besides love, I am hasty."

"Then why did you rush me?"

His mouth hung open for a moment before answering. "Because I like to mingle with others affairs and make things living hell and haste for them."

"I noticed."

"Exactly."

I paused. I tried to think of a witty comeback, but none rushed to my mind. Suddenly, I thought back to a few days before. I would play the mother card.

"Well, you might have won the battle, but the wars not over yet, Estel."

"For one, the war is over. Do not call me Estel."

Nevlothiel caught on at this point. "O! But hope is such a beautiful thing! Estel, Estel…"

"May Estel shine over you, fair folk of Minas Tirith."

The name clearly vexed him. "Legolas, have you been influencing your lady friend to hate me?"

"Tinuviel! Tinuviel! Estel forever!"

His hand flew as though to hit me, but it recoiled as he did into a shell. He tossed the keys limp to the ground and I bent to pick them up. "You know the poison that name is to my heart," he moaned as he walked away.

"As do I," said Elrond.

His head whipped around at the Elf-Lord's voice. The king ran and knelt at his feet. The sounds of sobbing came, and indeed his back shuddered. Elrond stood tall, staring forth into the cities. I looked away in shame.

Nevlothiel took a step forward. "Nay, my lord. This was not the way, I realize. Meaning harm was never in our thoughts. May we pass the walls?"

"Go."

She read his face and understood it. "I apologize whole heartedly, King Elessar. One so strong is not easily broken. Farewell, lords." She took my hand and we went out slowly.

3

I awoke in a tent. Nevlothiel lay next to me, just staring off calmly. "Mae govannen," she whispered, turning to face me. "It is Midsummer's Day. We must prepare. Go to Elessar and help him. All must be forgiven on this day."

She rolled slowly out of my grasp and brushed her golden strands. I fled quickly back to my room in the high tower. I pulled out my formal gray tunic and pulled it on. I went quickly through preparations and bolted down the winding steps to the royal bedroom. Aragorn was still in his bedclothes, staring into a mirror.

"I am not good enough for her," he sighed.

"I noticed," I replied jokingly.

Despite his depression, he gave a small chortle. He rose and opened his clothing closet. "Guess which one is the wedding robe," he smirked.

I peeked in and saw no more than 5 items of clothing suitable to wear. He had actually kept his cloak before Lothlórien, which was folded next to many pairs of grubby traveling items. Then, it caught my eye.

White and luminous it seemed. I touched the fabric, which seemed to trickle through my fingers like water. The neck was long, a symbol that it was clearly based on elvish design. Tiny stitches of silver were woven onto it, appearing as the designs seen on many ruins. "I have never seen anything like this, Aragorn. It is beautiful," I exclaimed, finding no true words to describe it.

"Nevlothiel made that," he smiled.

I faced him, my mouth wide open. "How? What?"

"I had asked her before we left Lórien to do so. `When the moment draws near and the lord has gone, the lady shall come and give you further instructions,' I had said."

"I did not know she was a seamstress," I stated.

"Then your relationship has miscommunications already!" he chuckled. "Now unless you want to watch me change, leave me for a few minutes."

I hurried out, pulling shut the heavy wooden doors. I moved to the rail and jumped lightly upon it, taking a seat on my hip. "Always poised, always graceful," said a voice coming up the steps. I turned and saw Éomer.

"I am sorry he is not marrying your sister. How fares the Lady Éowyn?"

"She is surviving in the care of Lord Faramir very well. Just today, she has received a ring of mithril, a silver necklace with an emerald, and a pair of earrings."

I laughed. "And how is your own search for a mate coming along?" He paused. "Every king must have a queen," I added.

"Actually, Legolas, I have a question."

"Yes?"

"Do you know anyone?"

I shook my head. "I am afraid not, good man. But I have not the chance to meet many in these times. Save elves."

He raised a hand in thanks and pointed to Aragorn's room. "Is he preparing?"

"Certainly. Even a ranger must look his best on his wedding."

At that moment, the doors flew open and out stepped a stranger. I felt as if I had fallen back into the second age and was face to face with Isildur himself. Tall and proud, he was, clothed in white robes, eyes shining. His hair cascaded onto his shoulders, clean and sleek as a raven's. He stood, smiling at me.

"I clean up pretty well, do I not?" he laughed.

I sank to my knees and kissed his feet. He placed a hand on my shoulder and led me back up.

"Pull yourself together, Legolas! You live with higher royalty than myself everyday. Indeed, how would you like it if everyman bowed and worshipped you like a golden calf, O, prince?"

Éomer frowned mockingly at me. "I am king and you bowed not to me."

"You must admit- he is a sight of pureblooded royalty."

"You all are," said Elrond.

I jumped, as he had come right behind me without noticing. "Master Elrond!" I cried. "Do not frighten me in such ways!"

He smiled. "Only an elf can scare another. Men are just too loud, are they not?"

I nodded as Aragorn stared worried at his soon to be father-in-law. "What is it, lord?" he asked in a frightened manner.

"I simply wished to catch glimpse of you and help you calm down, Estel."

He winced at the name but recovered quickly. Elrond signaled for us to follow him and the king into the chambers before us.

"You look grand, sire, but there are three things missing," he said, forcing Aragorn into a seat before a mirror. He reached towards his breast and pulled forth the pendant of Galadriel, the elfstone. "Wear this proudly, for she shall be your kin as well," he whispered into the man's ear. He paused and it was clear that he remembered the same necklace upon the breast of Celebrían, the one whom was lost to him long ago.

"Also, my son, I must give you this gift." He reached beneath his robes and pulled forth a headpiece similar to his own. Of mithril it was wrought, a single drop of emerald rested upon the forehead. Its simplicity was a feat of talent, for never had I seen such a thin band bring so much beauty to anything. It matched his robe perfectly.

"Dear Lord Elrond!" Estel exclaimed, thrilled at the new trinket. "Such a gift is not necessary."

"Then I must toss it to the dogs, for I wish not to keep it."

Aragorn grew silent and gently the elf began braiding into his hair. The end result fully reminded me that this indeed was to be of elvish influences as well as that of men. The lord of Rivendell stepped back and observed him. His eyes smiled greatly.

"Last of all, but not least of all by any means," he started. "All that is gold does not glitter. We must place things upon his head to do the job. Éomer, please find the crown and bring it to me." The rider briefly skimmed the room and brought him a large silver container. Elrond unlatched it and the contents shown all their glory in the light from the window.

"Legolas, I cannot be forgetting you. Companion of the king, crown him."

I placed it into my hands and raised it above his head. Slowly, I brought it down upon his dark hair. He sat completely motionless. I withdrew from it and stepped back. Aragorn rose and we gazed at him. Indeed, if he had seemed kingly before, now it seemed that none could smite his power and pride.

Elrond look pleased as he walked slowly round him. "King of Arnor and Gondor, Warrior of the Dúnedain, Elfstone of the Elves. This is no mere ranger!"

Elessar held back his laughter by smiling. The King of Rohan and the Lord of Rivendell knelt before him. I copied them, knowing there is a time to be humble. We rose and a single tear of fear could be seen at the edge of his brown eye. Apparently, one more gift needed to be given.

"Pray, lord, you have been wed. Have you advice, for I am unsettled?"

He nodded. "My guidance to you for this day is merely to swallow fears and picture how it shall be. All shall always turn out well for one named Hope."

Aragorn moved to the window and stared out. In the streets, mistrals played gaily as they progressed to the wedding grounds. He sighed greatly and forced a smile. He turned to us once again. "May I have Legolas alone?" he asked politely. Éomer and Elrond went out hurriedly.

"What is wrong, sire?" I asked.

He sat upon his bed. "We have known each other these many years. Perhaps you may tell me- can I live this way? Bound in all directions?"

"You were born into this world royalty. You were meant to own the throne. Arwen happens to love you. This should be enough for you."

"It is, but how shall I ever travel?"

"You have done it for thirty-seven years without questions. Truly, she loves you no less and no more. Besides the fact that you shall have children, it is no different."

He laughed despite himself. "You are indeed right. Thank you, master Legolas." With this, he called the others back in.

He drew his sword. "Kneel, Legolas Greenleaf." I did so. "You have the king of Gondor and Arnor's blessing and have done valiant deeds." He touched Andúril on either shoulder. At last he touched my head. "Arise, son of Thranduil. Prince you are in all lands. But in my own lands, you shall be Sir Legolas, knight of the king. I wish you all luck and happiness."

I was at a loss for words. So sudden was his decision I nearly rejected. I felt a sudden love for this man. I rose and embraced him.

4

Aragorn kissed Arwen fiercely. Everyone was crying, laughing, or smiling. Elrond stared weakly as Elladan and Elrohir whispered words of comfort in his ears. "My daughter," he sighed. Rising to his feet, he walked silently away from the wedding scene.

I could not help emotion as I watched my companion pick up his bride and carry her away. Nevlothiel sat beside me, staring into the future. Nevlangion embraced Vardarûniel and kissed her brow gently, for she was weeping greatly.

After the reception, which was one of the finest I had ever been to, Nevlothiel urged me to take her for a ride through the country around the city. "I had only but glimpsed it, for my mind was on other things at the time. I have an unmistakable desire to see it." I fetched Arod from the stables. She paused for a moment, deciding whether to take her own or to ride with me. Suddenly, she leapt upon my horse and placed a hand on his neck.

Off we rode into the setting sun. The summer breeze blew gently around us. I stopped Arod and dismounted. "What are you doing, love?" she asked.

"Just follow me," I said.

She gave me a strange look and hopped down to the ground lightly. "Stay," she told the horse firmly. Running up to me, she took my hand. Her hair was rose colored in the dusk. It gently blew behind her, like a cape.

"Here it is," I told her.

"It is a hill, dear."

"Climb to the top."

She slowly ascended. At the peak, she let out a small cry. I went and put an arm around her. I would come to this spot on restless nights and stare at its beauty. In the valley, a mist was rising from the forests below. Mountains could be seen far off, near the sun. Just behind this was the sea.

"If I had known that something as grand as this sight existed, I would have left my home many ages ago," she whispered. "The sea! It glistens like the mirror of the Lady!" She seated herself on the ground. I sat beside her and placed an arm around her shoulders.

Arod suddenly let out a whiny and galloped off. I leapt to my feet and gave chase. "Daro! Daro!" I cried to him. I know not how long I followed him, but he tired after what seemed hours. I placed a hand to his neck to soothe him. "What is the matter?" I asked him gently.

His eyes were mad with fear. I mounted and rode back to where I had left Nevlothiel. Instead of her warm smile, I saw an empty hill. With a great cry, I jumped off his back. "Where has she gone?" I asked myself. Arod came to me and stared into the east.

"How can I have left her alone?" I cried to him. "I had thought the orcs had all left!" Far off, I could see shapes moving. There were far too many for a single elf or man to take on, man or woman, armed or unarmed. There was no doubt she was alive, for she had promised me that come what may, she would live till our wedding day.

I leapt on the horse's back and rode swiftly back to camp.

5

I burst into the tent of Nevlangion. Morinzilion stood and greeted me, but I grabbed him and brought him outside. "Nevlothiel has been taken hostage," I hissed.

"What?" he cried.

"We were riding. The orcs came and have stolen her!" I responded furiously.

He paused, a distraught look on his face. He duck back into the tent. Out stepped another elf, one I had never seen before. "Our sister has been taken by the enemy," he told his brother. He turned to me. "Annúnostion, this is Legolas. He was with her."

Annúnostion resembled his sister much more than Mornizilion. He gave a great cry at the news.

"Our mother must not know," urged Morinzilion.

"I agree. But what about our father?"

His brother smiled slightly. "Mother is a better warrior than Father."

"Let us get Haldir. Legolas, do you know of anyone?"

I nodded. "I know of a fine fighter. He has passed my count of slain in battle. The only conflict is that he is a dwarf."

They stared, gaping at me a moment. "You know a dwarf?" the blonde one questioned. I nodded. "He would be willing to help us? No, even if he was, I refuse. There are many great elves available."

"Time is running out quickly. Gimli may be our last hope."

"That dwarf shall be our last resort."

I held my tongue, but I felt such urgency. We rushed about, getting a small band together. Once we had accumulated enough, none but Vardarûniel stepped forth from her tent. "What is going on out here?" she demanded. She walked straight up to me. "Where is my daughter?"

I sighed. In her eyes, I could see she understood. She glanced at her sons. "Is this true?" They gave her hesitant nods. She closed her eyes and from her cloak, she pulled forth a sword. "I go with you. I shall not see my daughter perish like my cousin, Celebrían." She raised her head, parading her tear-streaked cheeks to all. "I know what it is like to be held hostage."

She mounted a horse and smiled despite herself. "I was unarmed, too weak for them. They were strong, filled with malice. I hate them!" She turned eastward and charged, followed by our band.

I rode next to her. "Is it true? You were one of the party, waylaid so long ago?"

She nodded painfully. "I was."

"I am very sorry for your loss."

"The greatest of losses is not my cousin. My heart aches for my child alone. Even when she returns to us, she shall still leave my arms. And enter yours."

"She has come of age…"

"Yes," she cried. "I am very aware of this. But every mother grieves. Legolas, you are a fine lad indeed, but are you worthy?"

I paused a moment. "A man and his companions speak differently. I pray I am, but my friends have traveled long with me, have loved me, and have come to know me. The answer lies with them."

"Your father is Thranduil?"

"Yes."

"I knew him well once."

"Truly?"

"To be completely honest, I had loved him."

"What?"

"Yes. I met him on one of my journeys to Rivendell to visit Celebrían. The shadow was approaching and he was in the company of Elrond, making plans for battle with Gil-Galad. He was walking in the gardens when I spied him. His face was so fair and troubled.

"At that moment, I knew my heart was with him. I had not the courage to talk to him until many weeks later. His laugh, his smile- they are all still very clear to me. I ached to be in his arms, but I had to flee back to my people. Before I left, he kissed me. I thought- hoped- he had the same feelings for me.

"Years later, though, I traveled to Rivendell when the shadow had gone. My cousin had just had the twins. He was there too. I received no more than a small conversation and a smile. One night, I walked through the gardens and saw him kissing a beautiful maiden. Far fairer she seemed than I, and in my pain, I fled back to Lórien and into the arms of my husband.

"Now, it is painful for me to see you. Son of the king, heir to him. You resemble him greatly and my heart seems to have broken again. I fear that perhaps…"

She stopped and stared forward. About 3 acres away we could see the orcs had made a camp. I signaled for everyone to dismount for the attack. We snuck silently into surrounding brush. I could see Nevlothiel's shape hidden, bound, in a tent. Her head was bowed. I bent my bow and fitted an arrow.

Vardarûniel gave a great cry and we sprang upon them. They were not prepared for such an attack. I sliced a path through to her and entered the tent. Her eyes opened wide. I could see they were red from crying and there were deep bruises where the rope dug into her skin. I cut her ties and she tossed her arms about me neck.

"O! Legolas! I knew you would come for me!"

I kissed her brow. "Are you well?" I asked with great concern.

Her face grew dim and she glanced at her side. An ugly cut was there- the warm blood had stained her clothes. "I do not believe it was poisonous," she whispered. "But it does smart a bit."

I smiled at her bravery and tore a bandage for her using my sleeve. Once I was satisfied with my work, she leaned back and stared out at the fighting. "We have won," she smiled. I glanced out myself and saw she had spoken true.

Her mother burst into the tent. "Nevlothiel!" she wept. "O! My daughter! How I worried!"

My love smiled gently.

"Are you hurt? Did they touch you?" She gave a small exclamation at the wound.

"I had managed to kill six, Mother."

"Six? With that steak-knife you carry in your cloak?"

"Yes. I did as you told me and aimed for their throats."

"Good child! Seeing you well is beyond comparison. Let us return to our people, where the Lord Elrond shall heal you."

We ducked out and I propped her against me on Arod. She seemed very weak and fell asleep. Vardarûniel watched her fearfully. After what seemed like many hours, we returned to the camp. Elrond was waiting for us.

"Give her to me, Legolas," he said firmly. I dismounted and pulled her off gently. Her face, I noticed, was very pale and that her eyes were glazed over. The lord took her from me and brought her into his tent. She was placed delicately onto a small bed. "She is worse than I thought," he sighed.

"What? Was the blade poisoned?" I inquired.

"In fact it was. It is a good thing she was so near, for there is a high chance of healing her now. But the venom is very strong. It has worked far into her system already."

"So help me!" I cried, holding back tears.

"You go into the city and search for the athelas plant. It had cured the Lord Faramir, the Lady Éowyn, and your beloved Meriadoc. Your love depends upon it. I shall wait till you return."

I jumped upon Arod's back once again and we ran forth into the city. To the great tower we ran. I dismounted and ran up the many flights of stairs to Aragorn's room. I burst in, only to find him and his wife sitting by the fire holding each other. He leapt to his feet, sword drawn, at my intrusion. His face grew calm as he saw me. "What is wrong? If you have not the time to knock, friend, what is so greatly needed?"

"Athelas!" I wailed. "Nevlothiel was captured this evening. She was returned wounded. Poison!"

"By whom was she taken, Legolas? All the enemies have been destroyed."

"Indeed not! Orcs were in the forest not more than twenty miles from here. Where can I find the plant?"

Arwen rose, looking grave. "Try the House of Healing." She turned to her husband. "Beloved, I am aware it is our wedding night, but I fear that I must go to my kindred. I understand Legolas' fears, for I had felt them when my mother was in this place." She looked into my eyes and I felt a shiver run down my spine. She clearly had her grandmother's gift. I stood my ground.

She broke her gazed away and took my hand. "Come, we shall go together." Aragorn came and kissed her gently before we went through the giant doors. Through the winding streets we flew until the House of Healing was standing before us. I entered and found Ioreth, who had helped the king heal Faramir, Éowyn, and Merry the hobbit.

"Elves?" she asked with great surprise.

"We are in dire need of your help, good wife Ioreth," I responded. "One of our kind was captured and stabbed with a lethal blade."

"What?"

I rubbed my eyes. "This is Queen Arwen. Her kin was taken hostage by a large group of orcs who were traveling. We have slayed them and found that the hostage has been stabbed by one of their poisoned blades. Lord Elrond has called for the plant athelas, or kingsfoil, and I believe this is the place to look. Please make haste!"

The old woman stared at us a moment. "Kingsfoil… Not that forsaken weed again!" At this moment, the doors of the house were tossed open and in stepped Aragorn. The little lady bowed quickly. "King Elessar! I am pleased you have come! Why I was just about to go find some of your athelas. We've been keeping a mighty stock since your healings. It's been doing wonders for all of the patients." She rose. "Why, just the other day…"

"WOMAN!" he cried. "Have you not heard this elf's tale? Hurry and fetch some, for his lover withers!" Ioreth recoiled for a moment and then ran from the room on her stubby feet. She returned and placed several leaves of it into my hands. "Thank you, good wife," Aragorn said genuinely. He turned and walked out with Arwen at his heels.

"Good luck with your lady, master Elf," I heard as I followed them back to the caravan.

We entered Elrond's tent and I went to Nevlothiel's side. She was certainly more ill now. Elrond embraced his daughter and her husband and turned to me. "She has grown much weaker rapidly. This athelas will not be the cure, but it shall heal her greatly. I have cleaned and dressed the wound." He handed me a small vial. "If she drinks one sip of this everyday for one fortnight, she shall be well again."

He took three leaves, blew on them, and dipped them into a bowl of hot water. Nevlothiel breathed in the vapor deeply. Her eyes seemed to again and she woke. Color returned to her face.

"Legolas…" she said, smiling up at me. She suddenly let out a great cry of pain, as though noticing her wound for the first time. I knelt and with a signal from Elrond, uncapped the liquid and poured a small bit down her throat. She settled against the pillows again and calmed herself down. "I am sorry, love, but something has gone terribly wrong. I cannot say what, but a great unsettling has taken me. Will you bring me back to my own tent? I wish to rest." I gathered her into my arms and carried her off.

I laid her in her own bed softly. She mouthed thank you to me and rested her head against a pillow. I knelt at the bedside and stroked her golden hair. She smiled and closed her eyes in a dream. "Would you like me to stay here?" I asked.

"I would, but I fear you shall not rest. I wish you to be kind and relaxed in the morning. I only ask that you leave your knife with me. It should serve me better if I need it."

I untied the scabbard from my waist and placed it at the foot of the bed. Haldir opened the tent flap and invited himself in. "Nevlothiel?" he asked. He faced me. "Is there anything I can do?"

I shook my head. "Lord Elrond said she should heal fully in a matter of weeks. She already seems to be doing better than before."

She grunted, opened her eyes, and sat up. "Haldir… I wish to talk to Arwen. Is she still amongst us?"

He nodded and ducked back out. A moment later, the Queen and he entered. She ran to her relative's side and grabbed her hand. "Are you all right?" she asked nervously.

"I shall be, but I wish to speak with you in private. Good night, Legolas and Haldir." I kissed her and went out. Aragorn stood by a tree across from the tent. He was cleaning his nails with his teeth, as is his habit.

"I do not see how that is a big turn-on for Arwen," I said. He glanced up at me, as though just noticing me.

"I thought wedding nights were to be romantic," he sighed. "But then your little friend has to go off and become a hostage."

"My greatest apologies, King Elessar. Might I suggest you find a way to clear the forests of orcs? This might not have happened."

He paused. "Indeed you are right. I shall pass forth knights to do the job in the morn." He waved a hand at the tent. "Do you think they will be out soon?"

I shrugged. "I doubt it. Nevlothiel told me to get some rest."

"Women. They never close their mouths, do they? Let us return together."

Haldir stood for a moment, trying to decide which direction to go in. He bounded off after us. "May I come with?" he asked weakly.

"By all means, good sir," Aragorn laughed. I saw a spark of Strider in his eyes for a moment.

The sun had been down a good while. The night guards let him walk straight in and watched us cautiously. Aragorn stopped at one. "Sir, the Queen is visiting her family within the camp. Please see to it that she has no trouble returning to me and that these good elves can exit the city with ease. You shall be rewarded for your troubles, good Beregond."

We entered the tower and climbed the many steps the King's common room. Taking seats, we casually spoke of weddings and journeys. Haldir seemed to love the road more than even Aragorn himself! He seemed always escorting his friends and family to Mirkwood or Rivendell. Older than I, he was, for he was able to fight in the first War with Sauron. I was born years later.

As we talked, we barely noticed that Imrahil had joined us. He stood silent in a corner of the room for a great time. He spoke suddenly, startling us all. Taking a step forth from the shadows, we could see great distress was upon his face. "Oh dear god. Not more news," sighed the king.

"Nay, lord. This is not news for you. I have a request for Prince Legolas to see Lord Elrond."

My mind began to worry, but Imrahil placed a hand upon my shoulder.

"Come, sire, for I know by the tone of his voice this is urgent indeed. I shall go with you. I have never seen more than a handful of elves in my time."

"Then prepare yourself, lord, for there are hundreds upon thousands." I forced a smile. "Yet I have eyes for only one."

I bowed at the waist to Haldir and Elessar, turned on my heel, and went out. Imrahil had to run to keep up with my fearful strides. We flew past the guards and out of the city. I entered the tent where Nevlothiel lay. She was resting.

"Who is this lady?" the prince asked.

"She is my lover. Wounded she was this evening."

He glanced curiously at me. "How so?"

"The woods still have orcs that are not found."

He seemed to understand and faced her again. All her visitors had left her. I kissed her on the lips lightly, wishing not to disturb her slumber. "I was not asleep," she said, stirring.

"You little actress," I smiled.

"Who is this, Legolas?" she asked, nodding towards our guest.

"Nevlothiel, meet the Prince Imrahil of Dol Ammroth."

She bowed her head towards him. He knelt with me by her side.

"Fair Lady Nevlothiel, I am honored indeed to meet you."

"Nay, the honor is mine."

Elrond entered the tent. "Legolas, Imrahil," he nodded. He looked into my eyes. "Legolas, I have news for you." I braced myself, though I did not know why. His face burst into a smile. "Her parents have consented to your marriage."

Nevlothiel covered her mouth to muffle her thrilled laughter. I threw my arms around her and kissed her brow. "My father must have won my mother over," said Nevlothiel. "I cannot believe that Mother would make a choice about me freely. They have not even met your family!"

"Your mother has, as a matter of fact. That is why she was hesitant."

"Indeed?" she asked Elrond.

"I believe she might have even loved Thranduil."

I smiled to myself and added, "Nevlothiel, it does not matter what happened in the past. We shall be married!"

She nodded. "When shall we make it?"

"As soon as you feel well."

"I feel as though I could touch the moon now, but my body would not allow such things. Whence I walk swift as before, may we set a date."

"That shall be in just over a week," said Lord Elrond.

"Congratulations, sires," Imrahil bubbled.

Nevlothiel corrected him. "I am no sire yet. In ten days, may I be."

Morinzilion entered the tent. His face was full of worry. "I came as soon as I heard, sister," he cried. He glanced at our faces. "Did I miss something?"

"Oh dear brother, bachelor of the universe, I shall wed in ten days for the people who bore us have consented to my marriage."

"Indeed!" he cried joyously. He embraced me and kissed Nevlothiel. "My kin- rulers of Mirkwood!" He paused. "Where shall the wedding be held?"

I had not even considered the question before. "Too be honest, I have not thought of this," I told him. "Mirkwood you have never seen, but Lóthlorien must be beautiful in the summer."

Elrond placed a hand under his chin. "Perhaps Rivendell? Or Ithilien?"

I shook my head. "Nay, Rivendell with my father and her mother may be a bit much."

"I see your motive, Lord."

"Let us ask the family of the bride-to-be."

We turned to Nevlothiel and Morinzilion. They clearly did not know either. The brother stood. "I shall fetch my parents and Annúnostion. They can help, no doubt." He turned and left us.

He returned a moment later. Nevlangion burst into the tent and embraced me to the point where I could not breathe. "Son! I am so joyful of this day!" He glanced at his wounded daughter. "For… er… the betrothal part, that is…" he stammered.

His wife came in a kissed my cheek. "Congratulations, Legolas. Why is it you have called for us?"

Nevlothiel said, "We cannot decide where the wedding should be."

"Lóthlorien, of course," the father laughed.

"Nay, I believe Mirkwood is a fine place. I have wanted to travel there for many a year," cried the mother.

"Precisely our argument," said Nevlothiel.

"Dreadful. This is quite dreadful," I sighed.

Vardarûniel pleaded with her husband. "If she is to be the bride of a future ruler, would it not be suitable to have them wed in the kingdom of reign?"

"All the reason why she should depart with her beloved woods. They are very beautiful in the summer as well."

"I do declare, husband, that you are difficult. No matter which we choose, their wedding shall be prolonged. Let it be the fall they marry. Though Lórien is lovely in the fall, as of any season, Mirkwood should have the river by the harvest moon. Nothing has my heart ever yearned for then to feast in the light of the moon by a river. The air should be crisp and perfect. I ache for it!"

I added, "I have never seen your fair lands at any season but winter, but the fall in my wood is certes my favorite of all. All the lady speaks of is true." I turned to Nevlothiel. "And she is right. It is probably best to not be so hasty. If we are together for life, what is the wait to Narquelie?"

"I agree. The autumn has a certain heir to it. In woods, any place, I am sure, I shall feel at home and forever sense its presence. So be it, dear," she smiled.

Nevlangion appeared to be weakening. After a moment or two of further argument, he sighed and said, "Mirkwood it shall be." His wife kissed him and they went out. Elrond smiled at Nevlothiel and I. I held her hand.

"This year is very ripe for weddings, is it not? What day of the Narquelie do you plan?"

"The twenty-fifth sounds like the height of the season," she said.

I remembered that day. Elrond did too and we held back laughter together. "It was the Council of Elrond," I smiled. "The day the war of the ring took flight."

She considered this. "Of course, then be it the eighteenth."

"I agree with this whole heartedly. I arrived in Rivendell that day, unaware."

Elrond smiled. "Legolas," he said, rising. "I suggest that you leave now and rest. Nevlothiel is tired and so am I. I have lost a daughter, healed a wound, and planned a wedding in one night." He went out.

I kissed her brow. "In few days, I have promised Gimli I shall go with him to the caves of Helminglas. We shall go to Fangorn afterwards. Love, this may be one of our last meetings until that day. From Fangorn, I ride to Mirkwood."

"Good night, or farewell may this be," she sighed. I turned and left.

I walked briskly towards the city tower to the King's Common Room. Haldir and Aragorn were still deeply conversing. Imrahil and I paused at the doorway. "What was the matter?" the king asked.

"The prince will tell you in the morning," I said.

"Which one?"

"Imrahil. I shall sleep in." With that, I bid them goodnight and ran up to my bedroom.