A Lady's duty - Book One of the Lorien Princess Trilogy (Legolas Love Story/ Lotr)

Authiel is the daughter of Celeborn and Galadriel, princess and heir to the throne of Lorien. In order to prove herself to her people and her parents, she goes to Rivendell in order to attend a secret council. But, when her duty and her destiny become entwined, she finds herself in a company of an elf, two men, a dwarf, a wizard and four hobbits. What will happen when she discovers something about herself - a mystery buried in time and darkness - and what will happen when the dark lord learns of her power in this tale? Will she survive?

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7. Chapter Six - My Love

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In Rivendell, days passed quickly. If I was not tending to young Frodo’s wound then I was training. Or if I was not out riding Athae then I was alone in one of the farthest, most concealed gardens practising my magic.

Frodo had awoken two days ago and I knew that today was the day. Today was the day that all would be gathering for the council of Elrond.

                I rose earlier than usual so that I had time to have a long bathe. Once I was completely clean, I ran a brush through my hair as I chanted a spell under my breath. Soon my hair was completely dry. I fashioned it so that gracefully trailed down my back whilst two small braids kept it off of my face. Then I placed my dainty circlet upon my head. Soon after that I dressed.

I dressed myself in a gown of woodland green. It had a long-sleeved chemise that had a fairly low neckline. The sleeves trickled past my fingertips to a large bell shaped opening that was cut at an angle. A black waist cincher sucked my middle section in so that my tiny waist was shown off. A traditional styled skirt hung in a bell fashion with a featured coloured central panel whilst the sides and the back of the skirt were all black.

A slipped on a pair of dazzlingly black, closed toe, four inch heeled shoes and a pair of black leather gloves covered my hands.

Once I was completely ready I picked up my staff and left the room.

                After walking for several minutes, I finally reached the path that led to the main entrance into Rivendell. It was surprisingly quiet today. I suppose most know of the ‘secret’ council that Elrond was holding so they were probably helping to prepare for the arrival of so many guests.

Just as I was thinking this, three white stallions charged through the gates. I did not even bother to step aside for they stopped as soon as they saw me. Out of the company I recognised one and my heart soared at this recognition. It was a young elf who was as tall as a young tree and immensely strong. He was fair faced and had light blond hair that trickled down his back. His eyes were sparklingly blue. He was clad in a dark green tunic with brown breeches and a light brownie-grey cloak covered him. Also, he had a vigorous amount of weapons covering his body.

This was the Legolas Greenleaf, son of Thranduil, King of Mirkwood.

                A smile grew on my face and he quickly returned it. Jumping down from his horse, he ran up to me, placed his hands on my waist and spun me around in the air.

My slight smile changed to a wide grin as I threw my head back laughing, whilst I held my arms on his broad shoulders to keep myself from falling into him. When my laughter had died down, I looked down into the Prince’s blue eyes and smiled at him. Slowly he settled me back onto the ground. He tilted his head towards mine. Fearful that those watching would judge a public show of affection, I threw my arms around his neck and pulled him into a tight hug. He quickly understood – thankfully – and hugged me back. When we eventually parted, he bowed to me. I curtsied in return and he tenderly kissed my knuckles.

A blush of pure scarlet filled my cheeks and I could do nothing but look shyly away from those stunning blue eyes of his.

“My dear Princess, would you care to come for a stroll with me through these beautiful gardens?” He asked in his wonderfully rich voice.

“It would be my honour, my Prince!” I replied.

With a smile he held out his arm, which I gladly took, and we began out walk through the beautiful gardens of Rivendell.

“How are your Mother and Father?” He asked looking at me lovingly.

“They are fine. A bit overcrowded with all the unexpected guests to scared to stay anywhere other than the heart of Elvendom on Earth!”

“Well, that does make sense. After all who would want to stay in a forest most still fear even though it has been years since the remains of Sauron and his followers dwelled there.”

“I suppose … how is your father? Has he forgiven me after the …” I paused searching for the right words, “ … incident sixty years previous?”

“My father is fine and to tell you the truth I do not believe he ever needed to forgive you. He loves you as if you are his own; you know that!”

“I suppose!”

“Has anything happened in Lorien in the past few months?”

“Nothing really, save for the people moving there in order to escape the fear of the rising powers. What about life in the Greenwood, how has that faired?”

“Not many things have really faired that well, if I tell you the truth.”

“Why what is happening?”

Legolas did not answer me, instead he looked to the ground and ran his hand through his hair. I stopped and looked at him, placing a hand on his chest I said,

“Tell me!”

“Promise you will not hate me for this news?”

“Why would I ever hate you?”

He looked back up at me and said in a timid voice,

“Very well. But let us continue walking as I explain!”

I nodded and we kept walking towards only the Valar know where.

“I have come here to be the bearer of bad news.”

“Bad news?”

“Gollum escaped his Mirkwood cell!”

I stared at him.

“Are you serious?”

“Yes,” He said sadly.

“How … when …”

“Two weeks ago. I do not know the exact details but somehow orcs found their way into our city. They fought and somehow they managed to free him.”

“Where you hurt?”


“When they attacked, did they hurt you?”

“No … no I was not.”

“Good!” I sighed.

“Even though I have just told some of the worst news that I could possibly have told you, you are only worried about my health. Why?”

“I care not if Gollum escaped, yes he is a villain but without the ring he will die soon enough. Just so long as he keeps away from my people I am happy. It is you I am worried about. I know what you are like. You charge into a battle as if you were a little boy wanting to prove himself. I always fear for you when you go and fight. If .. if anything had  happened to you I … I do not know what I would have done!”

He smiled at me and said,

“I did not know you cared so much!”

“Be quiet!” I hissed and nudged him  in the rib.

                However, our conversation was cut short because we reached my own private gardens. A I sat down on the comfortable bench he continued to explain how crazy Gollum really was and we spoke in hushed tones of the horrors that were affecting our homes.

Eventually we both grew quiet and it was at this point that I plucked up the courage to say something that had been dampening my heart since our reunion.

“Legolas, may I ask you something?”

“Would this be the something that has been gnawing at your brain ever since our reunion?”

“How did you ….”

“I know you too well.” He sat down beside me and took my hands in his. I couldn’t help but smile at the sight of my tiny fingers consumed by his big hands, “Ask away!”

“You are going to volunteer, are you not?”

“That is more of a statement than a question,” He teased.

“Legolas!” I warned.

“Yes. Yes I am!”

A sigh slipped from my lips, “I feared just as much.”

“Why? Is something wrong?”

I dropped my head so that I was looking at my lap. Fear riddled through me but it stopped as soon as I felt Legolas’ tender hand on my chin. Carefully he raised my head back up and said in a soft whisper,

“Authiel, tell me!”

“If you volunteer and you are accepted you will face an evil unlike no other, I know I have faced it before, which will do everything in its power to distract you. It will try anything, including using those you love against you!

“I have faced this enemy in the past and I know that he will not have changed; I know how he works. Both our lives are in peril.”

“What do you suggest we do?”

“We forget our emotions for one another, only for the time being mind. Pretend that we are only friends, allies.”

“Would that keep us safe?”

“For the time being …”

“Then … then we shall do so. But know this, my heart always belong to you!”

“And mine to you!”

                He then raised my hands to his lips and delicately placed his soft lips my both of my knuckles. After that he quickly left.

For several minutes I just sat there and stared at the place that had recently been vacated. Sorrow tugged at my heart strings, but I did my best to ignore it.

It is only temporary. It is only temporary. It is only temporary. It is only temporary. It is only temporary. It is only temporary. It is …..

Eventually, I smoothed out the folds of my dress and then rose up from the now cold stone bench. My staff was once more in my hand, though how it got there  I do not know, and I began to walk; taking several steps away from the beautiful gardens of Elrond. Holding my head up high, I tried my best to ignore the pain that filled me from head to toe.

“Auntie?” A concerned voice reached my ears.

Whipping my head around, I watched as a figure stepped from the shadowed porch; there concern been replaced by laughter at a rapid speed as they watched my ginger curls swirl and swoosh as I turned. A smile spilled across my face as my twin nephews, Elrohir and Elladan, stepped out of the shadows. So alike they were that only a few could tell them apart. Both had dark hair and grey eyes; it did not help matters of discovering their identities to discover that one was barely seen without the other.

“What is it boys?” I asked.

“Father has sent us to collect you!” Elrohir said, he chest swelling with pride.

“The Council will begin shortly!” Elladan continued.

“Is that so?” I stated, “Very well Gentlemen, lead the way!”

Both of them took a place either side of me and held out their arms. Elladan took hold of my staff whilst I linked arms with them. Each of them flashed me their identical grin and off we went.

To the Council of Elrond. The very council that will determine the fate of not only we few who sit together; but of all Middle Earth!

Well, no pressure there then.           

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