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“Le Prince et la fille de feu”

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New May It Be Chapters

We bestow upon you the next two chapters of May It Be! 

As Legolas and Tauriel meet once more after sixty years of separation, their souls begin to ache with the memories of the great battle, and what could have been.

 All chapters can be found on the Index.

Chapter 4

The breathless silence of the Greenwood was broken suddenly by the metallic clink that accompanied the kissing of the arrowheads, and with that single ringing sound it seemed that the forest woke once again. A bird trilled past the two elves, singing a little diddy as it flew, and a soft wind suddenly sighed through the branches of the trees, caressing Tauriel's face and making her smile, it was good to be home.

It was odd, the way a single relatively insignificant event could loom so large in a single moment, with every exquisite detail etched into vivid memory. For Tauriel this was one such moment, standing with her feet placed lightly on the hardened ground, facing her old friend once again. The earth was cool to the touch but, beneath the shelter of the trees, the frost which still held sway over the open meadows had retreated, leaving it cool but not icy. The colours of the forest bloomed in her vision, the rich greens and heavy browns melding together while the earthy scent of a healthy woodland tickled her nostrils.

For many years past Tauriel had seen little of the sun and forests. Her journey had taken her into the earthen homes in which Kili would have existed, the great kingdoms beneath the mountains being her abode for many years. The love she had shared with Kili, foreign as it was to the rest of the dwarves, had earned her their trust in spite of it's oddity, and in having the trust of the dwarves of Erebor she had found many doors open to her beyond that one dwarvish kingdom.

All of this and more she knew she would have to share with Legolas, and on some level she feared doing so. He had stood by her throughout their dealings with the dwarves, even though it had undoubtedly pained him deeply to see her falling for a dwarf over him, and yet ultimately she had let him down and turned away from whatever feelings he held for her. A rift like that could be difficult to mend, and while he seemed pleased to see her now, she wondered how he would feel after further time spent in her presence. Tauriel supposed that, as with most things, she would simply have to hope for the best.

His reply to her words caused the elf-maid to smile and duck her head, relieved and pleased that he seemed to be as happy to see her as she was to see him.

"Truthfully I had feared you might not be so pleased to see me." She admitted softly, lowering her bow in her stead and slipping it onto her back, placing the arrow into its quiver. Much had passed in the time since they had last seen each other, and while both remained the same in body and memory...they were very different in spirit now. She paused for a few brief moments to study him before smiling. "Lle maa quel."*

Tauriel meant it too, given that he had been on, perhaps, the most dangerous quest of them all. Legolas seemed to stand taller now, more sure of himself in a different way than he had been when they had parted. It was more than mere confidence that he possessed, it was a sort of certainty, as though he knew his place in the world and was secure in it. Oddly he reminded her of some sort of forest cat; powerful, certain, and beautiful.

The elf-maid grinned at him, the suddenly youthful expression on her face lighting her eyes and standing in stark contrast to the worn material of her clothes. "What has happened to my childhood friend!" She exclaimed with an easy laugh, stepping closer to Legolas and surveying him once more with an amused glance. "You have the look of a true prince to you now." Tauriel voiced ruefully, aware of the ringing truth in those words and feeling suddenly distant from him again.

The two of them may have been childhood friends, and had now gone through events that would have made them equals on the battlefield, but in peace time the difference in their class was once more apparent, and there was nothing Tauriel could do to stop it from influencing things. Thranduil had made his position clear enough on the matter, and Tauriel would not come between them, not again.

"Hîr vuin."** She murmured dryly, sweeping into an elegant and respectful curtsy, knowing that it would likely drive him somewhat mad to have her treating him like royalty. Still, it was something he had best become accustomed to quickly, after all she could never be anything more to him than a loyal subject. A brief quiver of surprise struck her with that thought, had she hoped for more? It was a startling thought, and her mind flew back to memories of Kili. A part of Tauriel had always felt that one day Legolas' and her might be together, but in meeting Kili she had found that Legolas' feelings for her began to seem to be more a sort of infatuation than a true love, and she had doubted the feelings would linger.

Standing now before the elf whom had been her friend for so very long, Tauriel wondered if she had been wrong to believe that. Yet if, and it was in her mind a very large if, Legolas still harboured some sort of feelings for her, the grim reality was that they could still never come to fruition. Whether Tauriel's heart changed in the nature of it's affection for him or not, King Thranduil would never permit his beloved son to marry below his station, he had made that abundantly clear.

Not wishing to dwell on the subject further, Tauriel took a step away from Legolas and inclined her head deeper into the forest in the direction of the Elvenkings Halls. "Shall we go to see your father? I may not be welcome, I do not know whether your father's heart has changed in regards to my banishment." Tauriel spoke softly, pulling her eyes away from those of Legolas to look towards her childhood home. She dearly longed to return, yet knew that it was not as simple as that. "Perhaps it would be better if I stayed here..." she mused thoughtfully, curious to see where Legolas would stand on this issue. ________________ *You look well **My lord

Chapter 5

Legolas blinked, searching her face for memories, vestiges of the old friend she had once been. Once the mere sight of her had brought back a wave of feelings, smells, sounds, sensations, etched into their minds after hundreds of years of close friendship. But now, perhaps after all this time, it felt more difficult, the certainty of remembrance extinguished, spluttering out like a candle in breeze. Yes, if he searched her features, tracing every line and detail, the memories would glide back to him, small scenes and moments which would be forever engraved in her voice, in her gestures, in her touch... But it was not the same. Perhaps it was the time that had separated them, or the perils they had both faced during the time that they were beyond the sheltering arms of their homeland. Or maybe it was what they had seen, the atrocities beyond words, things that left jagged scars on them, never to be healed. But all Legolas grew aware of, moment by moment, was that a breach had formed between them, hewing apart those two immortal souls who had once walked side by side. And all he could do was reach out, the tips of his fingers grazing air, and then folding, clenching, lacking the warmth of her skin, only darkness and wind.

He shouldn’t have left her.

The elf drew a sharp breath, and his eyes flickered to the ground. Banishment, the worst possible fate for an elf, for Tauriel, whose spirit had been forged by the whipping of wind as she swung from bough to bough, sculpted by the scents of bark and soil , who had been lulled to sleep every night by the melody of trickling water. Yet, as the Battle of the Five armies had drawn to its end, he had left, walked away without the slightest token of farewell. The prince had done as his father had bid him, his mind narrowed to the one task, to escaping the cage which, unknowingly, he had locked himself in. He hadn’t begged his father to forgive her, he hadn’t stood by her side when she needed it. Legolas would never forgive himself for that.

And it was the most sinister of emotions that had led him to this, the most ashaming of motivators: Jealousy. His heart had ached, throbbed with this indefinible feeling, when a dwarf, a mere mortal, had captured Tauriel’s heart with the simple utterance of a few words, while he, the prince, had stood by her side for hundreds of years. That jealousy had never turned to fury, but still he had passively resented the dwarf for so long, rebuking his friend for her betrayal.

That was until he realised that it was no betrayal. He had always known that Tauriel’s heart was hers to command, as was his, that it belonged to no one except herself. It had been during the War of the Ring ,when his companions were wrapped in blankets of sleep, that the realisation had come to him, and the emotions he had been harbouring for so long fell to his feet. He loved her, yes, and that meant that those feelings were false, a casket in which to hide his own pain. If he had wanted her, they would have been true. If he craved her love despite the cost to her, they would have been true. But he simply loved her, and that made them as false as the lies of men.

“Not pleased to see you? Mellonamin, Lle lakwenien?* Your presence honours me, I believed you would not…” his voice faltered, crystal gaze searching her face for some taint of resent.

But in stead of bitterness, he found a sudden burst of youth in her visage which made her eyes light up with lively brightness, just as if they were children once more, giggling at an unseemly joke. A prince. Was that all she saw in him? Legolas had once believed this also, but the War had taught him that one is not who he is born to be, but who the world shapes him to be. He may be a prince in part, but also a warrior, a ranger, a friend. And a friend he wished to be to her, naught else. The elf understood that they would never be anything more to each other, and though once he had harboured that hope, now it was a fate he deemed impossible, distant, and which he would not pursue. All he wished for was that they would never be anything less.

Yet, it seemed so. The wind stirred, rustling the fallen leaves around them as Tauriel swooped into curtsy. The kind a subject would give to their king, or a warrior give to their lord. Her copper hair shone under the dying rays of jaded sunlight, a halo of nobility downpoured, submitting to the rule of another when truly it should fly free, unhindered, uncaged. And royalty was that cage. His royalty.

“Tauriel” he murmured with a start, voice quivering as a bowstring does after fire. “Mani naa lle umien?**” With a sudden movement, his hand flew through the air and alighted gently on her arm with a touch so light it could be mistaken for a falling leaf.

Legolas felt a faint ache in his chest as she suddenly moved backwards, causing his fingers to abruptly graze air, still imbued with the warmth of her sleeve. The elf’s eyebrows came down slightly before relaxing, his expression once again set in stone, gaze sweeping the forest ahead as she pointed towards the fortress.

The prince grew suddenly wary. He hadn’t thought of this much during his journey, but had focused on memories and the contours of rocks and spear-shaped clouds, not of what lay on the path ahead. Now, he felt a small pang of uneasiness as he pondered about the meeting with the King, the man who was so familiar and yet so distant, a faraway figure encased in ice, who despite having met with him near every day, Legolas knew not a thing about.

However, as his attention flickered onto Tauriel’s words, the elf bowed his head and took a step forwards without breaching the proximity that she had clearly set.

“What does your heart desire, Tauriel? If you do truly wish to return, I shall speak with him . After all these years he surely misses your skill, and would rapidly accept your return for the good it would do to his kingdom. Although, I cannot say if his contempt will cease, or if you will ever be in his favour as you were before.”

Legolas hesitated, words quivering on his lips, words which would convey that he, too, wished that she would return, that he felt she was the only thing that was the slightest bit familiar in this changed kingdom. She was all he recognised save for the trees and the earth. Perhaps Tauriel was all that was left of the old life he had left behind, and even she was changed, as transformed as he was.

“You may accompany me, if you wish it” he uttered dryly as he began to stride along the path, the fallen leaves rustling in his wake and forming small whirlpools in the growing dimness.

------------- *Are you joking? ** What are you doing?

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Legolas consoling Tauriel

How heartbroken they must both be, and how scared he must be that he will lose her to grief. Or that she will become a shell like his father.

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