Disclaimer: The only thing I own is the plot and
the characters I created. Everything else is borrowed from the literary
master J.R.R. Tolkien and shall be returned - intact, I hope - at the end
of this fic.
"Love Never Loses Hope"
by ArwenStar914
Chapter 1: A Matter of Courage
Legolas
looked around him, silently chewing his lunch. The glade he was in was
glowing golden-green in the mid-morning light. Four other Elves sat around
the glade, all eating a quick lunch of lembas before they had to
carry on in their journey.
Legolas
shivered as he remembered their errand. Rumor spoke of orcs living and
multiplying again in the dark castle of Dol Guldur, and Thranduil had sent
him to spy on the fortress. Legolas glanced at the companions whom his
father had picked to accompany him. Of the four, only two were close to
his age, but one of them, Maeglin, acted like he were centuries older than
them. Legolas smiled thinking of his friend. Maeglin had extremely sharp
eyes, even for an Elf, and could hit a target from a mile away.
The
eldest Elf, Thoron, had been friends with Thranduil from childhood. Thoron
had reddish-brown hair like eagle's feathers and bright brown eyes. He
was fast with a bow, but even faster on his feet. The seasoned warrior
could beat all of the Wood Elves in a race, no matter their age.
Darye
was the youngest, Legolas being twenty years his senior, and undisputedly
the most mischievous. He enjoyed playing jokes and having fun, but he was
also the best tracker in Mirkwood. He knew every blade and leaf and could
tell if they had been moved the slightest inch.
Thindolfin
was perhaps the most mysterious. His grey-black eyes rarely held any mirth
and he kept mostly to himself. He had long silver hair that glittered in
the faintest starlight. Legolas smiled as he remembered being afraid of
Thindolfin when he first met him as a young Elf. As he grew, Legolas learned
that Thindolfin was actually very kind, though you would not guess that
if you saw him fight. The quiet Elf had become like a second father to
the prince, teaching him to use a bow and travel swiftly and noiselessly
through the trees.
"Legolas,
there is a spider behind you!"
Legolas
leapt to his feet, but relaxed when he saw Darye grinning at him. "That
was not funny," the prince grumbled, sitting back down.
"Well
I had to get your attention someway!" the incorrigible Elf replied, grinning
as he flopped down next to his friend. "Calling your name did not appear
to be working."
Legolas
smiled. "Sorry, I was thinking."
Darye's
grin broadened. "About what, Aiwë?"
Legolas
blushed and threw a punch at Darye that he easily avoided. "I will have
you know I was not thinking of her," Legolas said indignantly.
"For
once," Darye laughed, dodging another blow. "But seriously friend, when
are you going to ask her? You have backed out five times already!"
Legolas
frowned and his face grew even redder. "I know, I know, it is just that,
every time she looks at me I get all nervous and lose my courage."
Darye
grinned. "By the Valar, I hope she never looks at you when you are fighting,
you shall be slaughtered!"
Legolas
was contemplating killing Darye, or at least seriously injuring him, when
Thoron's voice stopped him.
"Stop
playing and get moving," Thoron growled, throwing the young Elves a cold
glance. "You two must remember why we are out here."
Legolas
rolled his eyes when Thoron had turned his back. "Who says I want to be
out here anyway?" he grumbled.
"Yeah,
you could be back at the halls flirting with Aiwë," Darye piped cheekily.
This time Legolas found his mark and Darye fell silent rubbing his bruised
arm and giving Legolas dark looks.
"Less
talk, more traveling," Thoron said sternly.
The
Elves sped silently through the trees, eager to complete their task and
return home. Suddenly Legolas stopped, a dagger at his throat.
"And
you said I was a bad stalker," a female voice close to his ear teased.
The
Elf prince turned his head ever so slightly and saw a female Elf behind
him, her blue eyes glinting with mischief.
"Aiwë,
why am I not surprised?" Legolas sighed, but his lips were pulled up in
a smile.
Aiwë
smiled back and withdrew her blade. It was a long white knife with Elvish
script running the length of its blade. She sheathed the knife and pushed
her long dark brown hair away from her face.
"Legolas?
What is keeping you?" Thoron's agitated voice called from the trees.
"I
am afraid I have been captured!" the Elf called back cheerfully, winking
at Aiwë.
"And
it was not easy!" Aiwë laughed.
Thoron
suddenly appeared beside them, a frown on his face as he glared at Aiwë.
"What are you doing here?"
"I
came to help you scout Dol Guldur," she replied sweetly.
Thoron
sighed. "This is not a picnic outing," he said sternly. "This is very dangerous
and I do not want an amateur messing things up."
"I
am no amateur!" Aiwë said indignantly. "I have been on many orc and
spider hunts and I can hold my own. On top of that, we will hopefully not
be fighting, but observing, and you need all the eyes you can get."
Before
Thoron could reply, Thindolfin dropped onto the branch next to him. "Let
her come," the Elf said in his soft voice. "She is a good tracker and has
a keen eye. She would be useful."
Thoron
looked at them all then sighed. "Very well, you may come, but be careful!"
With
this warning they continued on their journey towards the fortress in southern
Mirkwood. When they made camp that evening, Thoron told them that they
would reach Dol Guldur by noon tomorrow, and they should be back at Thranduil's
halls in two days. The Elves made a small fire and ate with light hearts,
forgetting for a short time the darkness that was before them. Legolas
and Aiwë sat together, talking and laughing. Thindolfin watched the
two Elves, a rare smile on his face. Aiwë had been orphaned at a young
age when her parents were killed in an orc raid. To the surprise of all,
Thindolfin had adopted the little Elf. At first glance, the two appeared
to be exact opposites; Thindolfin was always calm and composed and Aiwë
tended to be reckless and rambunctious. However, if one were to look closer,
they would see that they two had much in common. They both were kind and
gentle, and both were fierce warriors, keeping mostly to themselves. Thindolfin
was the only father Aiwë remembered, and she loved me as such.
Thindolfin
gazed into the fire, allowing his mind to wander back many years to the
day Legolas and Aiwë first met.
The
Elf prince had been attempting to shoot the bow his father had given him,
and he could not hit a target to save his life. Legolas had then been scarcely
five hundred, and Aiwë only a few years younger. Thindolfin had watched
Legolas from a tree until he could take it no more. Dropping to the ground,
he had proceeded to instruct the young Elf on the ways of archery. The
lesson had been going smoothly, and Legolas had improved greatly in a few
short hours. Then Aiwë had come, her blue eyes glinting with mischief
as she watched the prince shoot, a slight smile on her face.
"How
long have you been teaching him, Ada?*" she asked sweetly.
"A
few hours," Thindolfin replied, wondering what mischief she had been up
to.
"May
I see?" Aiwë asked, motioning towards Legolas' bow.
The
prince gave it to her like one in a trance, watching as she ran her hands
along the bow and bowstring.
"Tis
a beautiful bow," she said, testing the string's resistance. "May I try?"
Legolas
glanced at Thindolfin and received a nod. Legolas handed Aiwë an arrow
and she accepted with a gracious smile. "What shall I use as a target?"
she asked, smiling sweetly at Legolas.
Glancing
around, Legolas' eyes fell on a leaf clinging desperately to its branch
in the cold autumn season, though all his companions had already fled.
Legolas had been trying to hit the leaf all day and not yet succeed. "That
leaf," the prince said, indicting the target with a gesture from his slender
hand.
Aiwë
lifted the bow, sighted down the arrow, and released the string. The arrow
flew true, and the leaf fluttered to the ground, torn through the center.
Legolas stood staring, his mouth slightly open. Aiwë handed his bow
back to him, a smug smile on her face.
"How
did you do that?" Legolas asked with awe.
Aiwë
laughed, a sound that shamed the song of the nightingale. "Practice," she
said with a grin. "But I am afraid the bow is of no use to me. I may be
a good shot, but I have no speed. An enemy would fell me before I released
my arrow."
"Then
I guess you shall soon cease to amaze our young prince," Thindolfin said
with a smile. "He will be one of our faster archers, and he has a good
eye, he just needs to be taught."
Legolas
smiled slightly at this complement and Aiwë looked at him in surprise.
"You are one of Thranduil's sons?" she asked, cocking her head slightly.
"Yes,"
Legolas said shyly, "and who may you be?"
Aiwë
smiled. "My name is Aiwë."
The
two Elves smiled at each other, and Thindolfin could see that a friendship
had been born. Since then the two had been practically inseparable. They
would constantly slip out into Mirkwood, racing through trees, chasing
deer in sport, and finding other ways to get in trouble. The older Elves
shook their heads at this, but attempts to stop them proved useless.
Thindolfin
was roused from his memories by Darye poking his side. Thindolfin turned
to the young Elf with a frown, wary of the glint in Darye's eyes.
"What
are you up to?" the silver haired Elf growled.
Darye
grinned. "I have an idea..."
Legolas
and Aiwë were talking quietly when suddenly a canteen flew across
the fire and struck Legolas' arm. Rubbing the welt, he glared at the other
Elves.
"Alright,
who did that?"
"I
did," Darye piped up, the usual grin on his face. "I seem to be out of
water, and I was wondering if you be so kind as to refill my canteen for
me?"
Legolas
glared at him. "Why don't you do it?"
"You
are closer," Darye replied smoothly. "There is a small stream less than
a mile straight behind you. Come on friend, please?"
Legolas
sighed and picked up the canteen. Immediately three more canteens struck
him. "Refill mine too!" the other three Elves chorused.
Legolas
glared at them. Before the angry Elf could start yelling at them, Aiwë
stood up and placed a hand on his arm. "Leave them be, they are just trying
to make you mad. Here, I will help you."
The
other Elves watched as Legolas and Aiwë picked up the canteens and
walked towards the stream. When they were out of hearing range, Darye sighed,
a grin on his face.
"I
knew I could count on Aiwë," he chuckled.
"Mm,
maybe, but can we count on Legolas?" mused Maeglin. "He has already had
five opportunities, what makes you think he will not back out again?"
"He
better not," Thoron grunted. "We got him mad enough at us to make him forget
his nervousness."
The
Elves, even Thoron, laughed and joked as they waited for Legolas and Aiwë
to return.
These
two had by now reached the stream and were refilling the canteens. Aiwë
glanced at Legolas. He was still grumbling, but his anger appeared to be
changing quickly into nervousness. Aiwë sighed. This had happened
a few other times when they were alone together, but her guess at his reason
to be nervous had never been proved or disproved. Closing the last canteen,
Aiwë rose to her feet.
"Should
we go back to camp?" Aiwë asked.
"Not
yet," said Legolas, standing slowly. Walking over to Aiwë he took
her hands in his and stood with his head downcast. I have put this off
far to long, he thought. I cannot, will not back out again.
Taking a deep breath, Legolas said quietly, "Aiwë, I have wanted to
ask you something for a long time, but I have never had the courage." Summoning
all his strength, Legolas lifted his grey eyes until they met her sapphire
gaze. "Will you marry me?"
Aiwë
felt herself go weak, and struggled to stay standing as joy washed over
her like a flood. A smile on her lips, she replied softly, "Yes."
Legolas
breathed a sigh of relief, a broad grin on his handsome face. "I was afraid
I would never have the courage to ask," he admitted sheepishly.
"So
was I," Aiwë giggled.
Legolas
smiled and slipped his arms about her waist. "I am glad I did ask, or I
might have lost the most wonderful thing in the world."
Legolas
gently brought his lips to hers, and Aiwë kissed back softly. When
they parted moments later, they both looked as if they had swallowed the
moon, and they smiled happily at each other with bright eyes.
"I
have something for you," Legolas said softly, withdrawing his arms from
about her with a faint twinge of regret. Reaching into a small bag tied
to his belt, he pulled out a small necklace. The pendant was shaped like
a beech leaf, green in color and veined with silver. It was hung upon a
slender silver chain, and Legolas slipped it softly over Aiwë's head.
Aiwë
touched it, a smile on her face. "Thank you," she said softly.
"Your
welcome," Legolas replied in a whisper, gazing at her lovingly for a moment
longer.
Finally
they tore themselves from the other's gaze, picked up the canteens, and
headed back to camp.
When
they entered the small glade they were greeted by four eager Elf faces.
"Well,
did you back out again?" Darye asked anxiously. He was rewarded by a full
water canteen in his already bruised arm.
"Nice
shot," Legolas said smoothly, grinning at Aiwë.
"Thank
you," she replied with an easy smile. "I suppose
we can take that for a no?" Thoron laughed.
Aiwë
grinned. "Yes, you can, because he asked."
"And??"
four voices cried impatiently.
Aiwë
smirked. "What do you think?"
Their
friends laughed and congratulated the betrothed Elves. When they at last
lay down to sleep, Aiwë rested her head against her beloved's chest,
and he looped a protective arm about her waist, and so they fell into a
peaceful sleep.
*Ada - father or daddy in Sindarin