Thank you very much so! It wasn't all depressing don't worry love. I was sorry to hear you had a terrible day I hope it gets better.
I just feel bad now in having to ask for a request on one of your bad days. You did it fast as well. I can't believe that. You shouldn't rush especially when you are not feeling great, I just hope writing gives you some cheer as well.
Again thank you for writing it and not only that thank you for writing it so fast when you weren't 100%
I would love to a follow-up some time if you are up to it. I really just want protective and comforting legolas in my life right now 🧝♂️
I wish you the best of luck thank you again ❤❤❤
Hey...I finally found the time and the motivation to write a small sequel to this.
Moonlight
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It was with great surprise that you discovered that the prince of the realm had led you into a lovely chamber that seemed deserted – the high, crystalline vases were empty and the wispy curtains were drawn – only to step through to a marble bathroom.
“Please, sit,” he invited you while he strode with big, confident steps through the rooms to light a fire and get a hold of the servants to bring up hot water for a bath.
“What are you doing?” you asked breathlessly; it was unseemly for the son of the king himself to abase himself so in your service when you were but a prisoner.
This whole situation felt bizarre and dream-like to you and yet, you could not shake the sensation that what was happening was intrinsically right, that this was how things were meant to be; as a matter of fact, you could feel the knotted muscles in your back relax and the tempestuous waves of your soul abate.
“I am showing you how welcoming our little corner of paradise can be,” he replied with a charming smile that held a hint of the boyish innocence he once must have possessed.
You were not entirely sure that you’d call this rank, blighted forest a ‘corner of paradise’, but you were thankful for his honest efforts nonetheless; he even produced a heavy, rounded bottle from somewhere and poured you a glass of rich, velvety, ruby wine.
“It’s my father’s,” he explained as he lifted his own goblet to his lips, “to his health.”
You took a very cautious sip, envying Legolas for the evident and shameless loyalty to his genitor and king; lonely by nature and by necessity, you could only dream of invoking someone else in such a light-hearted and yet profoundly earnest way.
“To the kings’ health,” you whispered, thinking of Thorin locked away behind unbreakable bars and feeling a tad guilty for being pampered so when his hot temper was burning bright to dispel the ambient gloom.
“They will be fine,” Legolas promised, “the guards on duty are having a drink on my father’s health as well.”
It was as if he could read your mind and see right through the careful façade of years of emotional deprivation.
“Your unwavering allegiance to them does all of you credit,” the prince admitted calmly, “and I shall make sure that they leave this place in one piece.”
There was a mischievous twinkle in his eye now that told you that – having lived so many centuries – he enjoyed a good prank as much as the next person, and – more importantly – that he was not so self-important that he’d insist on letting everybody know that they owed him something.
“You would?” you asked, a powerful surge of hope cutting your voice off, “It would mean so very much to me; they are truly good people.”
“If you say so,” he laughed, obviously doubting the veracity of your words but still willing to stick his neck out for those strange prisoners, “but you’ll stay here? Take a bath, have some dinner, maybe go on a walk with me?”
He looked so hopeful suddenly and – as the mask of the self-possessed, suave prince fell away – he looked like a single drop of moonlight suspended in the still air, mesmerising, iridescent, and fragile.
“Sure,” you replied, “I have no place to be and nowhere to go.”
“You were meant to be here,” Legolas burst into speech after a long moment of tense silence, “I know it; you were born to end up in this forest.”
You could see that there were more words hovering just under the surface, ready to bubble up and disrupt the deceiving calmness of his complexion, so you waited for him to translate his thoughts into sounds.
“There has been so much darkness,” he sighed, “but since I’ve laid eyes on you, I can finally see the light creeping in from the corners, the colours have started bleeding into the picture again and, oh, the vibrant intensity of hope tinging every breath of air now cannot be described easily. Stay! I am begging you, stay here.”
It was strange and utterly unbelievable, but somehow his words echoed in your soul; indeed, you could almost hear the whispers of the trees welcoming you back in a place you had never set foot into before in your life.
“I shall,” you replied slowly, “take the bath, go on the walk…and stay here.”
The years of desperate running, never being sure if you were fleeing from or racing towards something, fell from you like shards of eggshell or wisps of a cocoon that you had finally shaken off; you were ready to emerge as the truest form of yourself.
The prince’s eyes were warm as a summer spring and bright as a cloudless sky as he merely stared at the slow smile blossoming gradually on your face.
“You were meant for this place, you were meant for this life,” he whispered, “believe it or not, you were meant for me.”
And, taking his hand to let him lead you over into the spacious and warmly lit bathing room, you confessed that – even though you could not understand how or why – you had the same exact feeling about him.
“Oh, my love,” he sighed, his lips only a breath away from yours.
“In time,” you smiled, “it will all make sense.” At least, that was what you believed and – trusting yourself and your instincts for the first time in your life without a shadow of a doubt – you impressed that shivering smile of yours onto his skin.
Thank you so much for your patience...I am still not doing excessively well and I thank you for your kind words as well...
It means a lot to me to have the support of lovely readers and people such as you...It really does...
