Live Journal FeedSunlight was streaming through the windows. Lwyn peered at it for a moment, groggily wondering where she was. She closed her eyes again. Suddenly she snapped them open. She was in a white room, on a large feathery bed, with casement windows that had thin fabriced, white curtains, wavering in the gentle breeze that came wafting through.
Lwyn turned her head to find Legolas sitting in a chair next to the bed. His eyelids were lowered halfway, and he didn’t stir. His hands sat in his lap, one on top of the other. Even though his eyes were open, she knew he was asleep.
Lwyn slowly got up and moved over to where Legolas sat. A strand of his blond hair had fallen infront of his face. Lwyn reached out and carefully brushed the strand away. Her heart began to pound. He was so gorgeous, thoughtful, and kind. Lwyn longed to tell him how she felt, but, the fear of rejection seized her each time.
“He would never care for me, a half-human elf,” she thought to herself. That’s what made her so upset when he found out her secret. Lwyn, then, spotted other stray strands and began to brush them away as well.
As she moved one wisp, her finger touched Legolas’ cheek. Lwyn drew in her breath, sharply. Then, with more courage, she gently ran the back of her finger a long his cheek and jaw-line. She did this a few times over, when suddenly she noticed a smile had crept across Legolas’ face.
“You’ve been awake this whole time!” She cried. Legolas laughed and he stood up from the chair.
“Yes, I have.”
“Oh, you sly one!” Lwyn exclaimed, in good humor.
“Sut naa lle umien si na re?” (“How are you doing today?”)
“Fair, diola lle, Legolas. (“Thank-you”) How long have I been asleep?”
“Since yesterday afternoon.”
“Mankoi naa sinome?” (“Why are you here?”)
“I tended your wound,” Legolas said gesturing to the muslin cloth that was wound around her arm and shoulder. Legolas moved close to her and he slowly began to unwind the bandage.
“Could you not have had one of the servants administer to my wound?” Lwyn asked as he was still unwinding the cloth.
“I prefered to do it myself.”
“Mankoi?” (“Why?”)
Legolas said nothing.
Soon the wound was exposed. Legolas had spent half the night healing it. Now all that was left of the stab-wound was a scar-like mark. He had run out of energy before he could compleatly heal the injury.
Legolas, now, gingerly probed the area with his fingers. He felt Lwyn’s body shudder under his touch.
“Amin hiraetha. (“I’m sorry”) Did I hurt you?”
“No,” Lwyn answered quietly.
Legolas began to whisper words that Lwyn didn’t understand. They were softly spoken, almost sung. Lwyn got lost in their melodic beauty. She felt a tingling in her right shoulder. She glanced at it. The mark was gone.
Lwyn looked up at Legolas. He was looking back at her; his loving expression made her heart quicken. Legolas laid his hand on the side of her face.
“Lle naa vanima,” He whispered. (“You are beautiful”)
“Me?” Lwyn, exclaimed. “You think I’m beautiful?”
Legolas nodded, silently, with a smile.
“Why did you prefer to heal me yourself?”
“I just wanted to heal you myself. I was worried.”
“You were worried about me?”
“Yes.”
“Mankoi?”
“Because . . I care about you, Lwyn.” Legolas leaned down until his lips were inches away from hers. “Amin mela lle,” he whispered. (“I love you”)
“I love you too . .” Lwyn breathed. She kissed him before he had a chance to kiss her first. It was a long and beautiful embrace.
“A’maelamin,” Legolas murmured against her lips. (“My beloved”)
Lwyn smiled at the beautiful new words.
“Melamin,” (“My Love”)Lwyn said, leaning against his chest as he held her close.
“Hm?”
“Might we go talk to your parents?”
“Of course! I was just about to ask you, if you would like to go now.”
“More than anything.”
“Than let us go now,” Legolas said with a loving grin.
As the two walked down the corridor together they ran into Gimli, who looked a little down-hearted.
“Why, Gimli, what is the matter?” Legolas asked with concern.
“Oh, Mirawn and I have called the engagement off.”
“Mankoi?”
“Use the Common Speech, for goodness sake! You know I can’t understand you when you speak in that Elvish talk.”
Legolas rolled his eyes, grinning, as he repeated his question: “Why?”
“Well, we both mulled over the entire thing and decided that it just would not work out between us. But, we shall continue to be good friends!”
“As long as you are happy, Gimli,” Legolas said, putting a hand on his friend’s shoulder.
“We are both content. I thank you for your concern, my friend.” Gimli, then, suddenly noticed how close Lwyn and Legolas were standing together. “Are you two . . ?”
Lwyn nodded happily.
“Well, huzzah!” Gimli cried, bringing the two into one giant bear hug. “I congratulate you both!”
“Thank-you,” Legolas said with a fond grin. “Well, we must see my father and mother, now, for their blessing.”
“Good luck,” Gimli said, solemnly, clapping a hand on Legolas’ shoulder.
The King and Queen of Mirkwood were found in their study. After much talk Legolas got to the point of his visit and present Lwyn to his father.
“Oh, yes, I remember you,” King Thranduil said, “you were the girl who splash water all over old Elrond.”
Lwyn winced, preparing for a tongue-lashing, when instead she heard peals of laughter burst forth from the King and Queen. “The most enjoyable evening I’ve ever had!” Lwyn breathed a sigh of relief.
“Father,” Legolas put forth, “I must come to the point of my visit.”
“Yes, yes, go ahead,” Thranduil encouraged his son.
“I wish to marry this maiden.”
The King and Queen sat silent for a moment, taking in the news. Before either of them could open their mouths, Lwyn stepped forth.
“I know I’m only a servant, but-”
“Nonsense!” Thranduil exclaimed. “My son can marry whomever he chooses, servantservant or not. Besides, your father, Galafwil, is not only a servant, but also dear friend of mine. Legolas,” he said, turning toward his son. “You have my blessing.”
Legolas stepped toward Lwyn to embrace her. Lwyn was about to do the same when she suddenly stopped
“Wait!” Lwyn said. “There’s one more thing you should know . . I’m half-human.”
The King and Queen sat there in stunned silence for what seemed like ages. Lwyn held Legolas tight. He looked down at her, his eyebrows knit in worry. Lwyn looked up at him and gave him a shaky smile. Legolas smiled back and began to stroke her hair.
“It’s a hard decision . . I don’t know I-” The Queen suddenly laid a hand on her husband’s arm.
“Thranduil,” she purred, “King Aragorn and Queen Arwen . .”
King Thranduil beamed at his wife. “You are right, melamin.” Then he turned back to the two lovers. “You have both our blessings!”
Lwyn and Legolas were happily married in two weeks time and as all my stories shall end:
“They lived happily ever after”
THE END!
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