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Close Proximity	By : LadyTenebrion Category: Lord of the Rings Movies > Het - Male/Female Views: 3080 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter One

A swirl of colour, light and music was already underway in the Great Hall of Mirkwood. The subject hottest on everybody�s lips was that of Legolas, and his choice for future bride, which, it was well known, was assumed to be begun that evening.
Legolas watched the happy chatter from the shadows where he stood. He had not yet braced himself and entered the room, but instead chose to wait until his nerves calmed. Time only made it worse.
Watching from where he stood, he saw his father catch his eye and raise an eyebrow. Moments later one of the servants was sent out to meet him.
�Prince Legolas,� said the man, �your father wishes that you enter soon.� Legolas straightened up and stood into the light.
�Were those his exact words?� He asked. The man looked apologetic and shook his head. �More along the lines of get my foolish son in here right now to his party?� He suggested.
�Sorry, my Lord.�
�Do not be.� Legolas replied, taking a deep breath. �Thank you for rephrasing.� The man nodded and turned, heading back to help with the guests. Legolas remained behind for a moment. �Here goes nothing.� He said softly to himself, before taking another deep breath and walking forwards into the room. As he did so, the whole room fell silent.
�Our Lord, Prince Legolas of Mirkwood.� Announced one of the servants standing by the door. The whole room bowed, and a few whispers could be heard among the ladies. Legolas placed his hand to his chest and lowered his head. When he rose, the music started up again, and the people began to talk and dance more freely, though still, most eyes were on him, and more than certainly were most conversations.
�My son, allow me to introduce to you Lady Katerina, of the south of Rivendell.� Said his mother, Imbroth�id, walking forwards and gracefully taking her son�s arm, leading him around the room to greet the guests. She had long, wavy, fair hair, and pale blue eyes. When she spoke, her voice was powerful and commanding, yet soft and enchanting at the same time.
Legolas bowed to her and held her hand. As he did so she trembled slightly at the touch and went bright red. Her mother was staring, judgingly at Legolas, and at his reaction to her daughter.
�Tell me, Lady Katerina, are you enjoying your stay in Mirkwood?� The short, red-faced and blonde-haired elf looked taken aback by the conversation, but still croaked a response.
�Um, indeed I am, your highness.� She stuttered, unable to look him in the eye. Imbroth�id led him on to the next, a taller elf, with short, light-brown hair and green eyes. As soon as they had left, Katerina and her mother began whispering wildly.
�Legolas, this is the Lady Mirarthaur from Lorien.� They both bowed. Mirarthaur glared at him angrily from between two brothers.
�Are you enjoying your stay in Mirkwood, Mirarthuar?� He asked.
�Lady Mirarthuar,� one of the brothers corrected.
�Of course,� replied Legolas, �I do apologise.�
�Apologyepteepted.� Said the elf, angrily watching him. He bowed and was led away by his mother once more.
Imbroth�id smiled at her son as she paraded him around through the elves and humans and dwarves, all there for a seemingly single purpose. The evening drew on. Finally Legolas had met most of the single women present and was allowed a break to himself.
He stood in one corner of the room, looking around for a friendly face. Finally he found one. Aragorn was stood at the other corner of the room, laughing with Gimli and Arwen. Legolas smiled, relieved. He was about to make his way over to them, when he saw the stream of young ladies in his path, and realised there was no safe way across. He looked desperately around for an exit, and noticed the open glass doors to the gardens. He slid out.
Once in the fresh air he paused for a break and took a deep breath. He looked at the starlit sky, and the recently hung moon and wished to be anywhere else. I�d rather be in the darkest dungeon of Mordor than here, he thought.
�Legolas,� came the voice of his mother from behind him. He swung around and saw her trying to break through the crowd to get to him. He looked desperately around, and decided to delve deeper into the gardens to get some peace until the party was nearly over, at least.
All was dark in the gardens. The only light that could be seen was that from the moon, or the party inside the Great Hall. Legolas made his way blindly round hedge-made corners, and through lily-covered arches, along the gravel paths. When he was sufficiently far enough away, and the sounds of music and chatter were distant, he strolled casually around another corner to the foot of a large pond with a fountain spouting water in the middle.
The reflection of the moon glistened on the water�s surface as the elven prince stood and watched it.
�Ok, ow.� Said a voice, angrily from near by. Legolas looked across the pool to see a young woman sit down upon a bench. As soon as she had done so, she took off her shoes, tossed them to one side, then lay more comfortably with her knees bent. She placed one arm across her stomach and another behind her head. It was clear she hadn�t noticed him standing there.
Her hair was long, dark brown and wavy. It caught the moonlight in places as it fell about where she lay. Her cream dress fell too about her, draping itself across both owner and bench alike. Legolas watched her. With his elven eyes from where he stood he could tell that she was human. Something informal in her style intrigued him, and so he stayed silent.
She looked above herself, at the stars and the moon. The deep blue and purple of the sky warmed her, even though there was a slight summer breeze. There was something welcoming about its colour, and soothing about the memories it brought back.
Taking a deep breath, she began to hum to herself. The tune was soft. It was one she had known for some time from a memory, but not one that she could place within the constraints of time.
As she finished the song she closed her eyes and took another deep breath.
�That was beautiful.� Said Legolas, quietly from where he stood. Upon hearing his voice she opened her eyes and leapt to her feet, standing on the stones.
�Ow!� She breathed, sitting back down and lifting her feet off the ground. She looked about for her shoes and then, realising that they were too far away, she moved her feet back onto the bench beside her. �Have you never learnt that it is rude to sneak up on people, and weird to watch them without their knowledge.�
�Forgive me,� he said, stepping forward, towards her, �I did not mean to make you feel uncomfortable.� She looked him up and down, but, not recognising him continued.
�You did not make me feel uncomfortable.� She said, dusting her feet. �You just startled me.� She paused. �Could you pass me my shoes?� She asked. Legolas picked them up and passed them to her. �Thank you.� She replied, putting them on her feet. He sat down on the bench beside her, and, for a moment, they sat silently watching the water. �I suppose neither of us are very good at these public kind of do�s.� She said, continuing to watch the water. He looked at her.

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�No, I suppose not.� He replied. �I never have been from birth.� She turned to look at him for a moment and smiled, before turning back to the pond.
�So tell me,� she asked, �do you know of this Prince Legolas?� Legolas smiled.
�Yes,� he said, �I suppose you could say that.� She stretched her arms in the air and yawned.
�I suppose he is one of those prissy elves with an ego ten times the size of Mirkwood.� He laughed.
�I cout sat say.�
She grinned. �Back to formalities?�
�No, no.� He ushered, quickly. �I hate the formalities in there. That�s why I came out here.�
�Me too.� She replied. He looked at her and smiled. There was another long pause where she looked away. �If only we didn�t have to attend events such as this!� She mused.
�Such as what?� He asked, innocently.
�Oh, you know.� She explained. �Where all the females of the species are on show for one stuck-up, rich and powerful male! In the end, chances are you�re not going to get picked, and probably die an old maid, or married to a sheep herder.�
�A sheep herder?� Laughed Legolas. She smiled back, but then paused, realising that perhaps she had gone too far in front of a complete stranger. �You are right, I suppose.� He said, trying to relax her. �It does seem like a pointless endeavour.� He began to grow more righteous and angered. �I mean why should one elf have to meet so many ladies that he is expected to marry before he is even aware of his character � before he is even aware that he has true feelings for her!� She smiled. �What?� He asked, smiling back.
�Fight the power!� She exclaimed, raising a fist in mock disruption at the world.
�Where are you?� Came a shout from the hedges, not so far from where they sat. Legolas immediately recognised the voice as his mother�s. They both looked a each other and stood up, knowing that what they had been doing would be frowned upon, no matter what angle you looked at it from.
�Well, I suppose I best get back.� Said Legolas, looking at the young woman.
�Me too,� she smiled, �I�d better meet this Prince Legolas, so that I can leave and go home to my humble beginnings in Edoras!� He laughed, but then looked about nervously. �I�d better go back. It was nice to meet you, Lord, um, something?� She asked. �I might see you in there later.�
�You probably will.� Replied Legolas. �It was wonderful to meet you.� He said. Something about the way he said you confused the lady, but shilediled and took his hand when he offered it. He kissed her hand, and watched as she did not tremble and did not flinch from his grasp, unlike the others.
�Goodbye.� She said, watching him for a moment, before turning to look about her, hitching up her dress a little, and running off, through the maze of hedges back to the party.
Moments after she left Imbroth�id appeared round the corner. �Legolas!� She cried. �Where have you been!� Before he could answer she had grabbed his arm and was dragging him back to the Great Hall. �We still have six more people for you to meet! Anne of Dorin, Yaharathra of Lorien, Cara of Edoras, Urand-�
�Cara?� Asked Legolas, urgently.
�Yes,� said his mother, impatiently, pulling him onwards, �Lady Cara of Edoras. She may not be very well endowed, but she is spoken very highly of, and her connections, as with the others, would be a help at any rate. Now come along, Legolas!�
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