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un prince de la forêt verte et une fée écossaise	By : satanat Category: -Multi-Age > Het - Male/Female Views: 1179 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter six: In the Hall of the Mountain King

Or: incidents involving mud, hickeys and disgruntled dwarves

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"…For many hours they rode on through the meads and riverlands. Often the grass was so high that it reached above the knees of the riders, and their steeds seemed to be swimming in a grey-green sea…"

(The two towers: p109)

They had been riding for hours. It was all too much for a girl like Sarah.

She had grown weary and bored swiftly, but their horses moved on seemingly untiringly, led by the great shadowfax.

At first she had enjoyed conversation with her companions, speaking at length with Aragorn of his lady, an elf named Arwen, whom according to everyone present was one of the loveliest maidens to ever grace middle earth. Gimli was swift to point out the grace of Galadriel in comparison however. Aragorn and Legolas had exchanged an amused glance as the dwarf launched into an in-depth monologue of the virtues of the Lady who held his (apparently undying) affection. "Aye, the lady Arwen is lovely beyond words tis true, but none can compare to the gracious and most generous lady of the golden wood. Her hair like the rays of the rising sun, her complexion fair and creamy as the most pure of milk…" The dwarf had in fact spent so long praising the lady that Gandalf had eventually felt obliged to stop his prattling. By interjecting something in the dwarfs own tongue.

The group fell into silence for a while until Sarah spoke up, "Tell me Legolas, I have heard of Galadriel of Lothlórien with her radiant golden hair and pure milk-like complexion… And of Rivendell's Evenstar, the lovely lady Arwen.. shall I assume your realm is home to a lady of equal grace? Is your mother Mirkwood's immortal beauty queen perhaps?"

Legolas who had been smiling warmly at her flinched ever so slightly and a look of pain crossed his face before he slipped back into a neutral, emotionless expression. "Nay my lady. I fear not." The elf turned to face the front.

Sarah, realising she had obviously upset him, turned to Aragorn for an explanation, but he to was staring at the prince's back, a curious expression across his face.

Gimli, ahead of the other's and quite unaware of Legolas reaction laughed to himself, "see! Legolas agrees that no lady of his father's court, even the q her herself could ever outshine the lady Galadriel."

Gandalf sighed, "Really master Gimli! Must I stop up your mouth with grass!? The lady Galadriel is fair and wise, we all realised this far before you, and weary of your constant babbling!"

The dwmademade a loud sniffing noise and crossed his arms, "Very well! Legolas! Tell us of your mother! I apologise, I am sure she is a most fair and lovely woman."

Aragorn and Sarah turned as one to gauge the prince's reaction.

He did not react, but replied in a calm, flat voice Sarah had not heard him use before. "Aye Gimli. My mother was a fair and lovely woman."

The dwarf waited a moment, expecting his friend to continue. "Well? Does the queen have a name? What does she look like? I grow quite curious."

Again Sarah and Aragorn watched, Legolas's use of past tense had not slipped past them.

The elf looked off into the distance for a moment before continuing, "her name was Armîr lóthanril. And she is dead these past 1214 summers."

Sarah gave a little gasp of shock, surprised by Legolas' apparent age, and sad saddened by his loss.

No one spoke.

Some moments later Aragorn broke the silence, " Yes. Elrond always spoke most highly of her. My condolences friend. I'm sure the loss of a lady such as she hurt you and your family greatly."

The prince did not look back at him but softly replied, "Aye."

Gandalf spoke then in a firm voice, closing the conversation, "Armîr Lóthanril was indeed as fair the evenstar and as wise as the lady of the wood. I knew her only briefly but her passing saddened me greatly." He paused a moment then pointed at the snowcapped mountains ahead, "The gap of Rohan lies ahead. .And to the east. Isengard."

The companions looked back towards the tower that housed the wizard Saruman and Sarah shuddered as the wizard continued. "We will ride till nightfall, rest a few hours, and be in Edoras at daybreak."

Again the riders fell into silence as they rode.

Gandalf thought of many things, all things, his mind strategising, planning, and simply pondering a thousand different things all at once. One part of his mind thought back to Legolas's mother, the lovely murdered queen, and was saddened. Another was pondering the implications of Sarah's arrival and her relationship with the elven prince. The larger part of his mind was deciding his best plan of action over the next few days, of the role Aragorn must plan in Edoras and then Gondor. He also thought on Frodo and Sam slowly but steadily making their way to mount doom. He also thought of Gimli and his annoying habit of talking too much.

Aragorn was thinking dreamily of Arwen, but still scanning the horizon for possible attack, one hand on his pendant, the other on the reins.

Gimli was feeling guilty for bringing up a painful subject with his friend. Thinking back, he was sure he had already known Legolas' mother was dead. But it was a dusty bit of old information and he hadn't really put one and two together yet.

Legolas meanwhile, was lost in memories of his mother. He had not thought of her in a long time. Suddenly his mind was filled with thoughts of her. The way her blue eyes seemed brighter when she laughed, the way she had always smelt like the forest after rain. She was no longer mentioned in his father's palace. It was too painful for Thranduil. Legolas remembered the day his mother had disappeared well.

He had been only young, just barely a man.

She had gone riding with her ladies in waiting and they had simply not returned.

The entire population of Greenwood had helped Legolas and his father in their search for Queen Armîr, but they found no trace of her for a month. Thranduil had been distraught, convinced that the same fate that had befallen Elrond's wife, Célebrián was now upon his beloved Armîr. But as it turned out that had not been the case.

It was Legolas who found his mother. He was out in the far south of Greenwood, hunting deer, but really searching aimlessly for his mother. He had come across a talan he was unfamiliar with and investigated. He had heard the noises of a struggle and yelling. When he reached the top of the platform he found his mother crumpled on the wooden floor. She was still in her riding habit, the green silk and cotton slowly turning red with her blood.

He had hastened her back to the palace, but it was a long ride and she was very weak before the queen was returned to the king's side.

She had soon faded, but not before revealing to her husband and son that she had been kidnapped, and her dear friends, her ladies in waiting, murdered, by none other than Thranduil's childhood friend Lord Malris.

Thranduil had sought Malris out in a rage, but found himself unable to kill the man he had loved as a brother since his youth. So he had been exiled. He had not been seen again. Legolas prayed he had died a horrible death.

After Queen Armîr's passing, the king had been a changed man. He would have faded had he not had his son by his side. Over the next few decades, Greenwood the Great slowly slipped into the darkness of shadows and became Mirkwood.

Sighing, the prince pulled his mind away from such thoughts and turned back, glancing at Sarah.

The girl had an odd expression on her pretty face and was carefully smoothing her somewhat unruly hair down. Legolas smiled at her. She smiled back, violet eyes radiant. He instantly felt a longing to hold her. His eyes slipped to her full lips, remembering with vivid detail their softness and taste. Tearing his gaze from her he turned back to the wizard before him.

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Sarah was thin of of several things, of Legolas's mother, of Legolas's age, well.. mostly she was thinking about things Legolas related. But the shallow school girl in her wondered briefly how she would compare to these beautiful elven princesses they spoke of. Aragorn had said she looked akin to his beloved Arwen in her build and colouring, but she supposed she could never hope to live up to the kind of immortal beauty she and Gimli's beloved Lady Galadriel shared. Self-consciously she brushed down her hair and adjusted her jacket.

"Still. Legolas seems to think I am pretty enough.."

Looking up she caught him smile at her briefly. She let her mind slip into day dreams and began singing to herself.

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After what seemed like hours, when the sun had finally set, she realised that her singing, which had started of quietly, had been quite loud for quite some time. Suddenly embarrassed she fell quiet.

Aragorn turned to her smiling, "You sing like an elf. Even if you aren't quite one."

She blushed and shrugged a little, "thank-you?"

Gimli chuckled, "nay! Lady Sarah has a far more powerful voice than those wispy breathy excuses for singers I have heard of Legolas' kind."

Gandalf chuckled, "True, Sarah does seem to have a penchant for slightly more…. rousing songs. You will be most at home in the halls of the horselords I think Sarah."

"Oh dear. I wasn't singing pub songs was I? how embarrassing.. I shall have to remember to sing only dignified love songs.. or perhaps poetry?.. Yes I could recite poetry about the weather when next I become bored."

Legolas slowed his horse to ride beside her, his smiling eyes boring into her own, "No no.. you weren't singing only vulgar songs… although their were a couple of rather… energetic ones that seemed to require, " he paused and continued in a thick Scottish accent, " The type o speech of Gimli's folk."

h poh pouted, "I'lve yve you know that plenty of very well respected people, like the entire country of Scotland, speak with that sort of accent! So you would do well to mind your insults towards Gmli and myself."

Legolas just grinned at her. Sarah put her nose in the air and ignored him. She was so busy ignoring Legolas that she didn't notice that her horse had wandered slightly from behind Shadowfax until she and the horse were suddenly in a rather smelly pool of freezing water.
>She>She let out an ungodly scream and swiftly swam out, her horse trailing her.

She found her companions waiting for her, Legolas was still grinning and wriggled his eyebrows at her. Aragorn and Gimli were trying to hold in smiles while Gandalf seemed unconcerned. "Yes, lady Sarah is right, we shall rest here a moment. I think."

Sarah huffed and peeled her soaked jacket from her frame, her boots quickly following suit. She then paused. Her shirt was clinging to her like a second skin, her hair was plastered down her back and an unpleasant odor wafted from her clothes. "Excuse me, I'm just going to change."

She gathered up her jacket and disappeared into the long grass.

Legolas listened will interest to the shuffling of grass and loud curses in common speak, what he assumed to be her mother's language, (for Gimli chuckled) and the sindarin dialect she called French. Quite inventive ones at that.

A good ten minutes later Sarah emerged.

Legolas's eyes widened.

She was dressed like well.. an elf…

He had found her own outlandish clothes rather attractive, but seeing her dressed as she was now emphasised her beauty upon him.

She wore a long sleeved purple silk dress with rich brocade gold borders that hugged her torso closely, a white underdress poking out top top. It was spilt down both sides from her hips in the way of a riding dress, so she could move freely, and underneath she wore loose silk pants tucked into fresh brown suede boots. And of course, she was still wearing his cloak, the mallorn leaf of Lothlórien glinting slightly in the moonlight.

She sat down huffily next to him and began combing her hair.

"Arg! I shall shave my head! It annoys me so! Blasted mud encrusted stick infested hair!"

Legolas laughed, "just do youttlettle magic trick on it."

Sarah paused, "true." She squinted and in a second her hair hung silky smooth. She smiled and began to braid it. After about five mis ofs of twisting her hair awkwardly she groaned and gave up. "Dammit! I cannot braid my own hair! Normally my maid does it.." she glanced around, "I don't suppose any of you can braid hair?"
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