Blessed by the Valar v2

Disclaimer/Author's Notes: I own nothing but the Original Characters and their adventures. Everything else belongs to JRR Tolkien, the Tolkien Estate, New Line Cinema/Peter Jackson, et. al. This was done purely for entertainment and as an exercise in creativity.
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“How would you like to visit Rivendell?”

Alex looked up from the arrow she was fletching under her husband’s careful supervision. He was reluctant to have her near a bow, unless it was a crossbow; but, she wanted desperately to learn more about archery, and he had not the heart to deny her.

For all her problems with the simple task of braiding her hair, something Legolas and his Elven friends still found puzzling, she had no trouble learning how to help him prepare his arrows. He admitted to himself, he had flinched internally when he’d first given her the feathers and shaft, and was ashamed that he had expected her attempt to be less than successful. She had surprised him, however, by completing the task almost without fault on her first try. A few minor corrections and further instruction, and he was hard pressed to tell the difference between his arrows and the ones she prepared. She had been inordinately proud of her success and he had rewarded her with a sound kiss.

Now she was looking at him in askance. “Is there a reason to go so far? I remember Arwen saying her home was many days’ journey from Gondor.”

“I thought you might like to see some more of Middle Earth.” He carefully inspected the arrow she had just completed and found it passed his standards.

“Well, of course I would. You would be with me wouldn’t you?” She did not really want to go alone. Although they could now tolerate being separated for longer periods of time, she didn’t want to test their limits unnecessarily.

“Certainly, my love. You cannot think I would abandon you so soon after our marriage.”

“So then, this will be like our honeymoon?”

Legolas was vaguely familiar with the meaning of the term. It was a concept foreign to the Eldar, but he knew many mortals, especially Hobbits, were quite taken by the concept a secluded period of time together, visiting places as a couple and generally getting to spend an idyllic episode before returning to the sometimes mundane routine of daily life. For Elves, there was no need for such a respite, as the binding process served the same purpose.

“I suppose so, except we will not be alone. We will visit Lothlorien on the way to Rivendell in the company of Elladan and Elrohir. Their grandparents, Galadriel and Celeborn still dwell in Caras Galadhon, but the Lady of Light will soon be taking a ship into the West.” He saw her eyes shadow momentarily at that, but it passed quickly. “The twins wish to visit with her before she leaves, and I wish to pay my respects as well. Also,” he caressed her cheek and smiled, “I would very much like for you to meet her before she departs for Valinor. She is someone I believe you would like to know.”

In their talks during their journey in search of the palantir, he had spoken of Galadriel and Celeborn, and told the story of their origins and the founding of the Realm of the Golden Wood. Alex had to admit they sounded fascinating, although she felt stirrings of trepidation. These were high elves, ancient even compared to her almost two millennia-old husband. Even he was in awe of them. That did not do much to ease her anxiety.

“And in Rivendell?”

“Lord Elrond will also soon be departing these shores. There are some of his people who wish to stay in Middle Earth for a bit longer, and they will be coming to Ithilien. While there, you can also have a sword fashioned exclusively for you. The smiths of Imaldris are likely the finest in Middle Earth. I hope at least one of them decides to join us in the new settlement.”

Alex smiled at her husband. “Then let’s go. When do we leave?”


She admitted to herself she was a bit nervous. More than a bit, actually. OK, a lot nervous. She tried to examine her anxiety for a logical cause.

Fear of the unknown, of course, was probably at the root of it. However, she was an explorer by nature and profession. Traveling to distant planets and systems had been commonplace for her for over half of her life. She had made her living going into strange places and even stranger situations and had always enjoyed the prospect. Here, she was accompanying her new husband---she still couldn’t quite believe that---and his friends to visit some of their people. It appeared there was no real danger involved---these were his kind.

And therein lay her problem.

She was not a xenophobe by any stretch of the imagination. She’d had friends and lovers of different races---not just human. And she had traveled with Legolas for over a year, getting to know him, eventually binding with him. She loved him more than her own life and trusted him without question.

But he was one Elf. She was comfortable with him. Even Elladan and Elrohir, charming and handsome Elf Lords, made her feel a little uncomfortable. They had been nothing but polite, friendly, and even quite fun to be around since she’d met them. But that had been at Minas Tirith, where humans had been the majority. It was, after all, the seat of the Unified Kingdoms of Men.

There was just something about Elves that made her feel … strange. ‘Come on, Alex. You can do better than that. You problem-solve for a living.’ Well, she did. Now she was pretty much just an ornament for her Prince’s arm. Not that she was complaining.

She thought about Elves in general. They were undeniably beautiful. So far, she hadn’t seen one that could even remotely be called plain. Granted, she’d seen only a small number. But if they were typical, then the Elves had to be the most exquisite race she’d ever encountered. And, she knew, her own self-image and confidence had taken quite a beating when she’d first compared herself to the beauty of Arwen and the others. But, to be realistic, how could a mere mortal even begin to come up to the standard of someone called The Evenstar of her people. The fact that her husband found her beautiful was more than enough to soothe her.

The three Elven warriors she traveled with as well as Saelbeth, who had returned to Ithilien prior to their departure, were also quite elegant. She’d watched Legolas and the twins spar with each other, Saelbeth and Aragorn, as well as try to outdo each other with the bow. Their “friendly” encounters were a contradiction. They obviously used some restraint or they would’ve killed each other. Yet, they also demonstrated such deadly skill that it was frightening to behold. She could imagine they must be efficient killing machines, ideally suited to taking out their prey with dispassionate grace.

She’d seen Legolas in action during their travels. He was poetry in motion with his weapons. It was actually beautiful to behold him as he coolly dispatched enemies. She could easily imagine what a formidable force an Elven army would be.

As if in response to her thoughts, her husband turned toward her with a smile that conveyed such love she felt as if her heart would burst from joy. He reached over and took her hand and they rode side-by-side, fingers entwined for several moments. Just a touch, that was all it took, and their bond was reaffirmed.

The binding process had been one of the most incredible experiences of her life. She understood how they had bonded emotionally, but wondered about the physical aspect of it. Why was it necessary for Elves to have sex in order to bond?

Perhaps there was something in Elven seminal fluid that caused a physical reaction in the partners. The entire experience had been like becoming addicted to a drug. She doubted it was a physical addiction, but it was possible. What was certain was that a psychological addiction developed. She would have loved to have a doctor run some tests on both of them to see what was going on. As it stood, she would just have to accept it as the mystical union between an Elf and his mate. They had been unable to keep their hands off each other for very long since they had emerged as a newly bound couple. Even on this trip, they spent every spare moment touching each other in some way, and would find themselves succumbing to desire that would not be denied at decidedly inopportune times.

For their part, the twins good-naturedly found other things to do when Legolas and Alex would suddenly forget anyone else was around.

“It almost makes one wish to find a nice elleth with which to settle, doesn’t it?” Elrohir asked once as he and Elladan found themselves in an impromptu archery contest.

His brother let fly an arrow straight into their target, an apple at the top of a tree almost 1000 paces away. The arrow flew true, and the apple did not so much as jiggle when pierced.

“Not me,” he replied. “I enjoy the freedom.”

“I didn’t say I was ready to do it right now.” Elrohir sighted his target, the stem by which the apple hung. “But sometimes I see how happy they are and I wonder what it’s like.” He released his arrow and watched as it sliced the stem neatly, causing the apple, with Elladan’s arrow to fall.

“Such happiness comes with a price, brother,” Elladan opined as they began walking toward the tree to retrieve their arrows. “When one gives oneself to another with such abandon, the least little thing can ruin it. The happier you are, the more grief you risk. Look at Father and Mother.”

“But they were happy.”

“Were, Elrohir. After Mother’s unfortunate experience, even Father’s skills as a healer combined with their strong bond was not enough to bring her back entirely.”

Elrohir was quiet as he considered the tragedy of their mother. Captured by Orcs and tortured for days before being rescued by her sons, Celebrian, their mother, had never fully recovered and had sailed to Valinor centuries earlier. They and their sister had remained in Middle Earth with their father, but they could see the loneliness in him.

“Still, though,” he said finally, “Legolas and Alexandra seem so happy together. I am happy for them.”

Elladan smiled and clapped him on the shoulder. “As am I, brother. As am I.”

They arrived at the borders of Lothlorien in the mid-afternoon. The sight of the magnificent mallorn trees brought smiles of joy to the Elves, and Alex could understand their love of this place. It was quite beautiful, and seemed so tranquil. As they rode further into the shelter of the trees, she became aware they were being watched. Her eyes searched the trees, but she could not spot any danger. The Elves accompanying her did not seem concerned, but she remained alert.

Without warning, they were surrounded. Alex had caught the movement, which was so quick she almost though she had imagined it. Legolas and the twins simply sat calmly upon their mounts while Alex’s hand tightened on the grip of her sword, only her self-discipline preventing her from drawing it.

“Mae govannen, Prince Legolas and Sons of Elrond. Welcome to the Golden Wood.” The speaker was a tall, handsome (what else?), blonde Elf. He had a natural attitude of command and a touch of arrogance that likely came from millennia of being obeyed without question.

Legolas touched his had to his chest and bowed slightly. “Mae govannen, Haldir of Lorien. Thank you for your welcome.” He reached over and took Alex’s hand. “My love, this is Haldir, March Warden of Lorien, and a dear friend. My wife, Alexandra.”

Haldir returned Legolas’ salute. “My lady. Welcome to the realm of the Lady of Light.” Turning to the others, he continued, “Come. You are expected.”

The three Elves dismounted and, despite knowing she was perfectly capable of getting down on her own, Legolas grasped her about the waist and swung her down, giving her a sound kiss as he lowered her to stand on the soft grass. He also used the dismount as an excuse to surreptitiously caress her bottom. The twins noticed Haldir’s raised brow.

“They’ve only been bound for a little over a month,” Elladan told him.

“Ah.” That certainly explained a great deal.

They walked through the forest and Legolas delighted in the wonder in his wife’s expression. Since she had arrived in Middle Earth, she had grown from yearning to be back among the stars, to finding joy and contentment in the beauty of nature. As an Elf, he was at home and happiest when he could spend time listening to the songs of the trees and basking in the light of the land. It pleased him that his wife was learning to love it as well.

Reaching Caras Galadhon, Alex felt as if she were going into sensory overload. The sun had set and the talans and stairs winding through the Mallorn trees glowed with an otherworldly light. She could hear the unmistakable voices of Elves in song somewhere in the distance. Again, she could not understand the words, but the music touched her heart. A rush of emotion almost brought tears to her eyes, but she tightened her self-control. It would not do for the wife of the Prince of Mirkwood to burst into tears publicly.

Knowing how Elf-song affected her, Legolas tightened his grip on her hand and gave her a calming smile. She smiled back and he could see she had reasserted her military discipline. He almost laughed---just when he thought she was succumbing to the temptation to become a demure Lady of Gondor, she reminded him that she had been a warrior for over half her life.

Climbing the stairs to be received by the Lord and Lady of the Golden Wood, Legolas was reminded of the last time he had walked these steps. He had been in the company of the Fellowship and they had just lost Gandalf the Grey to the Balrog in the Mines of Moria. The Lady had eased his sorrow and he had joined the Lorien Elves in their Lament for Gandalf. He smiled at the memory of Samwise Gamgee’s own contribution to that Lament. The brave Hobbit had a way of cutting to the heart of what was really important. Legolas was glad to count him among his friends.

When Celeborn and Galadriel emerged to greet them, the Elves all bowed in deep respect. Alex was unsure of what she should do, so she did nothing but try to maintain a polite distance. The couple greeted their grandsons with obvious love, and Legolas with affection. Her husband acknowledged their greeting, and then introduced her to the Lord and Lady.

Celeborn nodded to her and welcomed her to their city. The lady bestowed a smile so full of gentleness, Alex felt as if she were actually in the presence of an angel. The She-Elf gave off a definite aura, so her title as the Lady of Light appeared well-deserved. On a more disconcerting note, Alex could hear Galadriel speaking to her mind.

‘You have nothing to fear here. You are safe in the arms of a husband who loves you. Do not let shadows of things that have passed or that may come, dim the light of your love.’ To her credit, Alex managed to smile and go through the formalities of the greetings, accepting the congratulations of the exquisite couple on her marriage to Prince Legolas with equanimity. Finally, Haldir escorted them to a guest talan, one of the platforms high in the trees where the Elves of Lorien dwelt.

“You will find all you need for refreshment inside.” Addressing Legolas, he added, “You know where to find me should you need me.” Nodding a farewell to them both, he melted into the shadows.

Alex didn’t say a word to her husband until they were alone in the talan, “in” being a relative term. There was privacy provided by filmy curtains or screens, but Alex felt it was too easy to overhear conversation, especially in a city full of Elves.

“How do you find Caras Galadhon?” Legolas asked warily. He could see his wife was somewhat uncomfortable.

“It’s undeniably beautiful, and I can honestly say, I’ve never seen anything like it in my life. It’s just so … open. Others can see and hear us. There’s no privacy.”

Legolas smiled. “There is more than you would think. But I sense you are troubled. What is wrong, my love?” He pulled her into his arms and waited for her answer.

“Galadriel spoke to me in my mind. I just am not comfortable with others able to read my thoughts.”

“Oh, Alex, do not worry,” he laughed softly. “She does that to everyone.” Alex couldn’t help but laugh along with her husband.

After they had settled their things in the talan, Legolas led her to a quiet pool where they could bathe. At first she was reluctant to join him, but he soon convinced her they would not be interrupted. Her fits of modesty still confused him, for they did not seem to follow a pattern. At times she would blush and he felt as though he were seducing a virgin.

At others, she was delightfully wanton, such as the time she had appeared at his side as he had been enduring a mind-numbing debate between two of Aragorn’s barons on the grain trade. They had been on the periphery of the room and so had found it easy to slip around the corner into an adjoining hallway. Before he could thank her for rescuing him from the slow torture of listening to the argument, she had silenced him with her lips, kissing him deeply as she reached down to unlace his trousers with one hand, another display of her inconsistent dexterity (couldn’t braid her hair, but could undress him in less than 5 seconds).

Any thought of the men seated only a few feet away was pushed from his mind by her expert skill and soon she was against the wall, he was inside her and they were quickly heading to crisis. Only after he had spent himself, did he realize the corridor they were in was not unused, and it was only by the grace of the Valar no one had discovered them. She had walked with him back to the entrance to the council chamber and given him a chaste, wifely kiss on the cheek before vanishing down the hall.

Now, in the bathing pool at Caras Galadhon, she was once again the reluctant maiden. He coaxed her into sitting on the edge, her skirt pulled up and her feet dangling in the warm spring water. For his part, Legolas had stripped and sunk into the soothing waters with a sigh. Eventually, he came to stand before her. He stood with her legs on either side of him so he could massage her feet---well tickle them was more like it---and she was unable to pull them from his grasp.

“Stop it,” she hissed, trying to keep her giggles quiet.

“Why should I stop, my wife? Are these not mine as well as the rest of your body? Did you not tell me, and I quote, ‘I am yours---all that I have belongs to you’? So I may tickle your feet if I so choose.”

“That’s not what I meant,” she said through fits of laughter.

He controlled his own expression. He might allow a smile, but he would not laugh. “Oh, then what did you mean, my lady?” His hands moved up to stroke her calves and thighs. “I know I have staked my claim on these.” He moved closer to her and his hands moved under her gown to her waist as his mouth moved closer to hers. “And these lips are definitely mine,” he murmured before kissing her deeply.

Alex had put her hands against his shoulders to push him away, but instead, pulled him into her embrace, wrapping her legs around his waist. ‘Damn his charm,’ she thought as she sank into the warmth of his kiss. She put up only token resistance as he pulled her gown up.

When he broke their kiss in order to finish pulling her gown over her head, she protested faintly. “What if someone should see us?”

“What of it?” he sighed into her mouth as he captured her lips again and pulled her into the pool with him. “You are my wife. No one will think anything of it.”

Afterward, as they lay in each other’s arms in the talan, they talked of Alex’s disquiet earlier.

“Were they singing about Valinor again?” she asked as she idly traced random figures over his chest and abdomen.

“Yes. Almost all the songs sung by Elves now are about the journey back to the home across the Great Sea.” He was stroking her hip and enjoying the light touch of her fingertips on his skin.

She was silent for a long while. He thought she’d drifted into sleep, but realized she had not when he felt the wet of her tears on his chest.

“Do not weep, my love. I will never leave Arda as long as you remain here.” He could feel, through their bond, her sadness.

“I’m sorry, Legolas. I don’t know why, but it always makes me feel so sad. I guess it’s just the idea of leaving something forever. Maybe it hits too close to home for me. But I also think it’s also that the songs are just so beautiful, the music just touches my soul and it’s more than I can bear. Even the memory if the songs is enough.”

He kissed her forehead. Although she was of the Second Born, she seemed to have the soul of the Eldar. Again, he thanked the Valar for sending such a gift to him.

*
They stayed in Lorien for several days during which Legolas and the twins went out on patrols of the borders with Haldir and the other wardens. Alex kept to herself much of the time. She did not resent Legolas’ forays into the woods. There had been few dangers since the defeat of the Dark Lord; but still, there was masculine bonding to be had, something she understood.

The Elves of Lorien seemed to treat her with benign indifference. They were not rude, but seemed as if many had already left Middle Earth in their minds and were on their way to Valinor.

During Legolas’ absence, she found what appeared to be a training field with targets for archery practice. Since she knew from her husband most of the wardens were always on patrol, even in this time peace, she felt safe in taking some target practice. She had honed her crossbow skills to the point where she felt she could wield the weapon without shame. Her daggers were her go-to choices, both the ones for throwing and the nice, deadly blade she was given by Charika. The sword was also an effective weapon for her as well, but Legolas’ words about having a new one forged for her in Rivendell had gotten her to thinking. Perhaps she could describe some of the Klingon blades she knew she could wield expertly, and they could reproduce them. It was worth a shot. In the meantime, she continued to practice with the sword she’d acquired in the East.

As she practiced one day with the crossbow, she sensed another presence near her. Knowing the stealth of the Elves, she controlled the urge to fire on whoever was there. Most likely, he---or she---meant her no harm. She walked calmly to the target to retrieve her arrows, all of which had found their mark, making a design on the flat space.

When the last arrow had been returned to the quiver and she began walking back to the other end of the field, she heard a low, pleasant voice.

“You show promise with the crossbow, my lady. Do you not use the long bow as well?”

Looking to her left, she saw one of the Elves she had seen upon their arrival in Lorien. He had not spoken on that occasion, but, like the others, watched them with what she’d come to recognize as a peculiarly Lorien Elf arrogance. Apparently, Galadriel’s power had helped keep Lorien safe from the darkness of the last age, and the wardens had made sure no danger came near their borders. They served a particularly powerful Elven Lady, had a reputation for perfect efficiency in guarding their land, even among the Eldar, and were supremely confident in their skills. Their arrogance was understandable.

“No, Master Elf, I do not use the long bow. I haven’t the talent.” She noted he spoke Sindarin to her, not the Common Tongue. Thanks to Legolas’ lessons, the translator had learned the strangely beautiful language. Quenya, the older language of the Elves, was still a work in progress as far as Alex was concerned.

“I find it difficult to believe Prince Legolas has not taught his lady that skill.”

She gave a bitter laugh. “Believe me, you are not the first to express that sentiment.”

He glanced at her other weapons. “And are you skilled with the sword as well?”

As she put away the crossbow, she replied over her shoulder, “I could probably do a little damage before I was taken down.”

“Would you like to spar? I have not practiced with a sword in some time and I need to test my skills.

She regarded him for a moment. “I can assure you, Master Elf, I would not be much of a challenge for you. In my land, we did not use these types of swords.”

He bowed slightly, “Forgive me, my lady. I shall leave you to your solitude.” He turned to leave and she took a step after him.

“No, wait.” He paused and turned back to face her, his expression carefully neutral. ‘These guys have perfected the haughty gaze,’ she thought with some amusement.

“Actually, I would like to spar with someone. So far, I’ve only practiced with my husband, the twins and King Elessar. I can only improve myself if I challenge myself with different styles, don’t you agree?”

He gave a short nod. Drawing his sword, a beautiful, slightly curved Elven blade. “I am Orophin, a Warden of Lorien.”

“I’m pleased to meet you, Orophin. My name is Alexandra, but most people call me Alex,” she answered, raising her own weapon. It was not as aesthetically pleasing as Orophin’s, but it was well made.

“Do you wish to practice something in particular or would you prefer an unstructured battle?”

She smiled wickedly. “Oh, let’s just have a free-for-all,” and swung.

He blocked her, and she saw a slight smile appear. “That sounds like a good idea.” He whipped his blade around hers and she had to jump back to avoid damage.

‘This is going to be so much fun,’ she thought as they began fighting in earnest.

They went at it for hours. Alex was indeed challenged by the blonde Elf. He was quick, his movements were elegant and his control phenomenal. When he ‘landed’ a blow, it stopped just as the blade touched her skin, without cutting her. She was at first afraid of hurting him with her own weapon, but soon realized she would need a lot more practice to be much of a threat. Still, she was enjoying the match, even if she was getting a royal ass-kicking.

When she began to show signs of fatigue, her opponent called a halt. “You do not wish to injure yourself,” he told her when she objected. “More than that, I do not wish to answer to Legolas for damaging his bride.”

She laughed. “Believe me, unless you cut something off of me, or ran me through, I’d probably be healed by the time he got back.”

“Indeed?” He raised an eyebrow and she was again struck with the similarities between the Elves and Imperial races.

“It’s a long, complicated story.” She gathered up her weapons and resisted the urge to protest when he gently took them from her and carried them as they started back to Caras Galadhon proper.

“So why aren’t you out on the border? I thought that’s what the wardens did, stayed on patrol.”

“We rotate our duties. I have been out for over three months and am taking a break for a few days. I am sure my brothers are providing Legolas with plenty of entertainment.”

“Oh, your brothers are wardens as well?”

“Yes, Haldir is the March Warden, and Rumil is a warden as well.”

“You’re brother is Haldir?” Now that he mentioned it, she could see a resemblance around the nose and mouth. “I’m sorry, but I don’t remember your other brother. Was he there when we first came here?”

“Yes, but I believe he was behind you.” His slight smile at the memory caused her to chuckle.

“You know, you all made quite a dramatic entrance. Do you practice that?”

The twinkle of amusement in his eye made her laugh. “Oh, you know you do!”

“It is entertaining to see the looks on those we take by surprise,” he said with a chuckle.

They reached the talan she and Legolas shared and he carried her gear up, placing it near the entrance. She noted he did not enter the platform proper. It occurred to her he was avoiding any appearance of impropriety in the absence of her husband. Had it been one of the twins, they’d have come in and made themselves at home regardless of whether Legolas were around or not.

“If you would like to practice again tomorrow, I will be available. My talan is just over there,” he indicated with a gesture. Bowing respectfully, he departed.

They met up again the next morning, and practiced the entire day. He made some suggestions regarding her grip that improved her performance. They continued for another couple of days until he brought out a bow.

She sighed. “I’m telling you, Orophin. I really suck at this.” He was puzzled by her choice of phrase and she explained its meaning.

“I am certain you can learn. Let me see you hit that target.”

“Just don’t laugh,” she muttered as she took aim and let fly the arrow. It hit a target, just not the one she wanted. And it only bounced off of it at an angle.

She closed her eyes and swore softly before daring to glance at Orophin. To his credit he didn’t look as disgusted as she’d expected. He did appear slightly stunned.

“And you say Legolas, Elladan and Elrohir have all attempted to teach you to use the bow?” His voice was skeptical.

“I’m afraid so. Although, Elladan tried to make me promise not to tell anyone he’d made the attempt.”

“I can well understand why,” the Elf said to himself. He had her fire another arrow, then another. The humiliation went on for most of the day. For the first hour or so, Alex’s spirits kept falling lower and lower. By the third hour, she was beginning to see the absurdity of it all. By the fourth hour, so was Orophin. And, by the end of the day, they were both helpless with laughter every time she fired an arrow.

“Let’s face it, I’m hopeless,” she said.

“I must agree,” Orophin replied as he helped her gather her arrows from the broad range in which they landed.

They had retrieved almost all of the projectiles when she pulled one loose from where it had lodged in a Mallorn trunk. She’d had to pull quite hard and when it came free, the shaft slipped, causing the still sharp tip to slice deep into her thigh.

“Damn!” she hissed. Orophin was at her side immediately.

“You are cut deeply.” He reached down to apply pressure to the wound when she stopped him.

“No! Don’t touch it. Just give me a minute.” She didn’t want him to see the slight bubbling where her blood was eating through the material of her leggings. “The water skin---could you please bring it so I can rinse this blood away?”

He fetched the container quickly and poured it over the wound. Alex had applied pressure with her hand and knew she would not be able to walk on that leg tonight, but also that it would probably be healed by morning. Meanwhile, Orophin had removed his belt and tightened it around her leg, holding the wound closed. Before she could say anything he had lifted her into his arms and began carrying her back to her talan.

“I can walk,” she protested. He simply gave her a ‘sure you can’ look. “At least, put me down before we get into the city. I don’t want people to see you carrying me up to the talan. Besides how it might look to those with suspicious minds, it’s a matter of pride. I will at least be upright when we go in. I don’t want them thinking I’m just another typical, weak mortal.”

Her words broke the tension of the moment and he smiled. “Very well. Wait by this tree and I will return with the bow and arrows.” He lowered her to her feet and she leaned against the tree, supporting herself so her weight was all on her left leg. He was back in only a moment and she was reminded how quick Elves could move. Supporting her so she did not have to bear weight on her right leg, they made their way to her talan just in time to see Legolas coming down the stairs. When he spotted them, he leapt over the side and ran to meet them.

“What happened?” Worry was etched on his face as he took over from Orophin.

“Oh, I cut myself. It’s nothing, my love. No, don’t pick me up. I’m going to walk up those stairs if it kills me.”

The two Elves exchanged a glance and supported her as she made her way slowly up the stairs. Once they reached the talan, they lowered her onto the bed so she could stretch out her leg.

Legolas removed Orophin’s belt and handed it back to the Lorien Elf. The wound began to seep blood again and Alex slapped her hand down over it before either Elf could touch it.

“We must have a healer,” Legolas said, but Alex was quick to speak up.

“No, my love. That’s not necessary. We need water and salt.” She looked at him intently, then thought, ‘What am I thinking? I doubt they have much experience neutralizing acids and probably don’t understand the concept of saline solutions for wound irrigation.’

Legolas, while not following her chemistry lesson, did remember her telling him not to touch her blood if she were to be injured. He nodded to Orophin. “Water and salt.” The other Elf went to get the requested items as Legolas lifted her hand and looked at the wound.

“How did this happen?” His voice was calm, but he was furious. Whoever had injured his beloved would face his wrath.”

“I did it myself, Legolas. I see that look in your eye. No one else is to blame. I pulled an arrow out or a tree and the tip cut my leg. Nothing else. It’ll be healed by morning. Trust me, I’ve had worse.”

His worried eyes met hers. “Are you in pain?”

“Just a little. Remember, I was ‘cursed’ with a high pain tolerance.”

He nodded. Yes, her ‘curse’.

Orophin returned with a pitcher of water and a small container of salt.

“Mix them,” she instructed, “then pour a little over the wound.” The Elves proved quite capable medics. She then asked them to soak a cloth in the solution and place it over the wound. They tightened another strap over it to hold it in place, but not enough to cut off the circulation. As Legolas disposed of the bloodied cloths, the corrosive material rendered neutral by the saline solution, Orophin gave her an appraising look.

“Your leggings are ruined. Your blood ate away at the cloth.” He did not seem surprised, but then he had mastered the art of the poker-face.

Legolas returned in time to hear his words. He looked at the other Elf, then to his wife. She closed her eyes and sighed.

“It is the result of an injury she sustained in her own land,” Legolas said smoothly. Not exactly a lie, but not the whole truth. However, they did not want to go into the details of her journey from the stars.

“Indeed? You must have powerful enemies in your land. Even a wound from the Nazgul’s blade did not cause such injury.”

“Yes, these were very powerful enemies. However, I survived their attack, and as a result, my blood can burn some things. I didn’t want to risk either of you touching it. I know Elves are resilient and heal quickly, but why injure you unnecessarily?”

Orophin glanced at Legolas. “I take it no one else knows of this injury?”

Her husband shook his head. “It is not something we like to discuss.”

The Lorien Elf nodded. “I shall respect your wishes. Now, lady, I will take my leave since I am satisfied you are in the capable hands of your husband. Legolas.” He nodded farewell to the other Elf and left the talan silently.

Once alone, Legolas and Alexandra greeted one another properly. After a long, deep kiss, he helped her undress, then joined her in the bed. Out of respect for her injury they settled for simply holding each other. She told him of her days practicing with Orophin and had him laughing aloud as she described her miserable performance with the bow.

“What is it with you Elves and bows? Not everyone can do it. Give it up. I’m a hopeless case.”

“I believe this will be your last lesson. It is a sign from the Valar.”

*
As she predicted, the wound had healed by morning. It was still a bit sore and she did not want to possibly tear it open again, so she took it easy. She and Legolas had been invited to visit with Galadriel and Celeborn. The Lord of Lorien was pleasant, and he and Legolas eventually moved aside to discuss something, leaving Alex alone with the magnificent Galadriel.

The She-Elf’s brilliant blue eyes seemed to see directly into Alex’s heart. She smiled reassuringly.

“You fear the loss of Legolas to the sea.”

Alex looked up sharply. “Yes.”

“It is the destiny of all Elves to return to Valinor. He will answer the call of the sea if he does not go to the Halls of Mandos.”

“You can see the future?”

Galadriel gave an enigmatic smile. “I see things that may come to pass according to actions that are taken.”

Alex considered the Lady’s answer.

“You also fear a darkness within yourself,” Galadriel continued. “You have been tested and will face further trials. But hold onto the light. Your faith in yourself, your husband … and in the One: these things will see you through.”

When they left the Lord and Lady of the Golden Wood, Alex noticed Legolas seemed in a pensive mood. Shaking off her own contemplation of Galadriel’s words, she asked her husband what troubled him.

“Lord Celeborn spoke of a shadow growing; a possible return to darkness in part of Middle Earth. With the departure of the Elves, it will be up to Men to prevent Evil from re-establishing a foothold in Arda.”

Alex shook her head. “There is always evil. It’s a part of life …” She trailed off at Legolas’ look of disbelief. In his world, Evil was something to be defeated and cast out of the world. They could put a face and a name to it. Evil was not just a philosophical concept, as it seemed to be in her world.

Smiling, she touched his arm. “Forget what I just said. I don’t know what I’m talking about.”

They dined that night with Orophin and his brothers. Since their return from the border, Alex had become better acquainted with all three wardens. Rumil seemed the most reserved of the three and, although he was unfailingly polite, Alex couldn’t shake off the feeling that he wasn’t that fond of her. She said as much to Orophin one day as he and Legolas both sparred with her, as she had improved with her sword to the point where she felt confident in taking on two Elves at once in battle.

When she mentioned Rumil’s seeming dislike, Orophin had laughed. “Oh no, do not feel slighted. He treats everyone like that. He likes you very much. He is just not as warm and demonstrative as Haldir and me.” She had laughed at that last so much she dropped her guard and Legolas had landed a theoretically killing blow.

Haldir, like Orophin, had a dry, quite wicked sense of humor. Sarcasm and irony were his stock in trade, and once she got to know him, she found him tremendously likeable. What had originally seemed insufferable arrogance she could now recognize as legitimate pride filtered through his biting wit.

It was Orophin, however, in whom she found a kindred spirit. He was an Elf of few words, but when he spoke, his observations were quite insightful. Like Haldir, his words could be as cutting as his sword. However, he also was quick to laugh and shared Alex’s appreciation for the absurd.

For his part, Legolas was happy his wife was making friends. At first he had felt a tremor of jealousy when he learned Alex and Orophin had been spending so much time together. However, he was completely confident of his wife’s love for him and trusted her without question. He also knew Orophin to be honorable, and so any disquiet was quickly cast aside.

The next morning, Rumil came to their Talan before they had even dressed for the day. Legolas could sense the tension in the other Elf immediately.

“What is wrong?” Could the darkness have arisen that quickly? But Celeborn had indicated it was just a possibility for the future, not something to be dealt with today.

“Your father has crossed our borders. We thought you should be informed in case you wished to … prepare.”

Legolas saw understanding in Rumil’s eyes. “Thank you, my friend.” Rumil nodded and left. Alex could sense her husband was disturbed by this news.

“Why does the prospect of seeing your father trouble you?”

Legolas glanced at her then looked away, as if trying to gather his thoughts. “My father is … a wonderful King and has been a good father to me. However, he has had cause to come to distrust Men. In fact, he has forbidden them entry into his realm without specific invitation.”

“And you married one of their women. I see.” It would have been nice had she known this before binding with Legolas. She had no desire to be the cause of trouble between her husband and his father.

Legolas went over and put his arms around her. “Do not be distressed, my love. Our binding is beyond his approval or disapproval. And I am sure he will love you when he meets you.” At least he hoped so. Thranduil was not known for his flexibility.

Alex kept her own counsel, but she knew it would likely get ugly before it got better---if it ever did.

They dressed and spent most of the day on the practice field, and had just started back up the steps of the talan when Haldir approached. Although is demeanor was as calm and arrogant as ever, there was a note of sympathy in his voice. “King Thranduil requests the presence of the Prince at the Great Talan,” he said in a formal tone. His eyes flickered over to Alex and she could see compassion. She looked away and cursed silently.

“We will be there momentarily,” Legolas replied, but Haldir shook his head slightly.

“He specifically ordered that you be found and brought into his presence immediately, by force of arms, if necessary. I believe the phrase, ‘Drag him in here by the braids if he balks’ was used.”

Legolas swore forcefully. Alex was surprised. It was the first time she’d heard her husband use such language. Even when Haradrim assassins had been swinging razor-sharp scimitars at his head, he had maintained his calm. But then, she knew little about his relationship with his father, so there could be a lot of baggage there.

He turned to Alex and grasped her hand, preparing to answer his father’s summons. Again, Haldir shook his head. “Alone, Legolas.”

“He will not deny my wife,” Legolas said in a tone of such icy fury, both listeners were taken aback.

Haldir maintained his bearing, but his voice dropped to a more personal tone. “As your friend, I would advise you to go see Thranduil alone. It may well be that he will welcome Alexandra with open arms. But until the situation has been determined, I believe it best that you speak with him alone and spare your wife any possible unpleasantness.” The Lorien Elf didn’t have much faith in the King’s benevolence regarding his new daughter-in-law, but the Valar may yet intervene. He simply didn’t want her to be forced to deal with Thranduil in his present mood. The King of Mirkwood could be unbelievably scathing when angered---and he was certainly angry when Haldir had left him to find Legolas.

Alex smiled encouragingly at her husband and squeezed his hand. “Go, my love. I am sure your father is anxious to see his only child after at least two years of absence. I’ll be fine.”

The two Elves left after Legolas kissed her deeply and Haldir shot her a look spoke volumes.

Standing alone in the midst of Caras Galadhon, Alex suddenly felt very alone. Being the only human in the middle of the seat of Elvendom, Elfhood---or whatever it was called---in Middle Earth, abruptly came crashing down on her. All of her fears rushed in to torment her, and all of her hard-won confidence and self-esteem deserted her. She was totally alone. Her bond with Legolas was still there, but she couldn’t come between him and the only family he had left. She followed her husband and Haldir’s path to the Great Talan and, climbing the steps to a neighboring platform, she could see and hear without being spotted. She couldn’t name what demon drove her to punish herself so, but she had to know what was going to be said.
Legolas was so angry with his father he didn’t trust himself to speak. Only his training and his discipline reminded him that although his father was a King, he was a Prince and would maintain his royal dignity despite his father’s rage.

Haldir remained silent. He could sense his friend’s fury and knew the scene wasn’t going to be pretty. When Thranduil had arrived at Lorien’s borders, the March Warden had been surprised. He had instructed the Wardens to keep silent about Prince Legolas’ affairs and sent Rumil to warn their friend of his father’s approach.

The King, usually quite jovial and charming, had returned Haldir’s greeting with minimal civility and had proceeded to Caras Galadhon in silence. When he’d arrived at the talan of Celeborn and Galadriel, he had barely contained his anger. He had heard his son had bound himself to a mortal woman and was even now in Lothlorien. He demanded to know why they had not immediately sent word to him that his son was here and the circumstances in which he was enmeshed.

To their credit, the Lord and Lady had spoken soothingly and diplomatically and suggested he speak with his son. It was a testament to their patience that they answered his rage with such calm. He had seemed to settle a bit after Galadriel had spoken so peacefully, then demanded his son be brought before him “in chains if need be”.

The King awaited his son with unconcealed anger. How dare he marry so rashly! He knew Legolas was entitled to bind with whomever he chose, but a mortal! It was a slap in the face of his father and his king. Because of the weakness of Men, his father, Oropher, had perished in the Last Alliance, and the Elves of the Great Greenwood had suffered devastating losses. Because of mortals, his beloved Baliel had been taken from him when Legolas was still a tiny Elfling. And now his only child was bound to one. Everything he had ever loved had been despoiled by mortals. He knew not all of them were to be blamed, but he found that keeping clear of Men was the best way to protect his kingdom.

Of course, he had fought the evil of Sauron in the last Age, but he had not embraced Men the way his son had. Legolas even counted a Dwarf as his dear friend. Thranduil was utterly confounded by his offspring.

When Legolas arrived at the Great Talan, Haldir left him at the foot of the steps with a nod that conveyed sympathy for his situation and support as a friend. Climbing to the platform, Legolas forced himself to remain calm. He sought comfort from the bond he shared with Alex and her love washed over him. Taking a deep breath, he met the eyes of his father.

“You sent for me, my Lord. I am here.”

Thranduil said nothing for a moment. When he looked at his only child, he saw himself in Legolas’ physical being---both had the same strong features, the same golden blonde hair, the same intense blue eyes. But he also saw Baliel in his son’s presence. Her smile, her serenity, her willingness to embrace change and diversity. As always, it touched his heart whenever he saw his wife in his son, and made him wish to protect him even more---to hold Legolas close and keep him safe from all pain---to do for him what he, ultimately, could not do for Baliel.

But, being Thranduil, King of the Greenwood the Great, he could not express these things to his princeling. Intellectually, he knew Legolas had an independent life; had faced horrors and conquered them. He was so proud of his son. But his heart was still that of a concerned father.

“It is good to see you, Legolas. I am pleased you have come.”

Legolas bowed respectfully to his father. He could remember, as a child, his father’s laughter, more than anything else. He vaguely remembered his mother as a warm, comforting presence, but she was gone from his life so soon, he did not have strong memories of her. His father, on the other hand, had showered his son with all the love he had. Thranduil had always been there to comfort him when he was frightened or hurt; had taught him strength and dignity, and the ways of being a Prince. He had always wished to please his father more than anything.

But, he knew, his choice of friends had disappointed Thranduil. Aragorn, though raised by Elves and descended from Elrond’s brother, was barely tolerable to the king. When he had returned to Mirkwood after the War of the Ring and sought his father’s leave to take some of their people to Ithilien, he had been given permission, but had known his father was uncomfortable with his son dealing so closely with mortals. Now he had married one. He knew his father was disappointed beyond words.

“Of course I came. You summoned. As your son, I could do naught but answer.”

Thranduil could sense his son’s controlled anger. He had to admire Legolas’ tight reign on his emotions.

“I understand you have bound yourself to a mortal woman.” Might as well get it out in the open.

“Yes.”

They watched each other silently. Finally, Thranduil spoke.

“Why?”

“Because I love her more than my life. If it were within my power, I would give up my immortality for her. She has answered a longing in my heart that is stronger even than the call of Valinor.”

Thranduil closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Of all the things Legolas could have said, his choice of words cut the king like a knife.

“You have made an error in judgment, Legolas. There is nothing but heartbreak and sorrow that can come from this choice.”

“You cannot know that, my lord. You do not even know her. She loves me as well. We have been very happy.”

“That is not the point. Mortals are not the same as we are. They do not love in the same manner. Their hearts are fickle and can turn against you in a moment.”

“But their hearts can also remain true. And I believe Alexandra’s heart is true.”

“By the Valar, I will not have it!” Thranduil’s temper broke. “The Prince of Mirkwood cannot be bound to a mortal!”

“Whether you wish it or not, father, we already live as husband and wife, and have declared to each another and publicly, that we are bound one to the other. The matter is not for you to decide, nor yours to approve or disapprove. It is done.”

“She is mortal. It can be undone.” Thranduil’s words struck Legolas like a blow.

“NO! The bond has been sealed.”

“It is not the same as a bond between two Firstborn. The Valar never meant for Elves to mate with men.”

“No? What of Lord Elrond? He is a mighty Elf Lord and his grandfather was mortal. Beren and Luthien. There have been Eldar and Mortal matings throughout history.”

“And they have all ended in tragedy! You will end this now!”

“No, I will not.”

The two Elves glared at each other wordlessly.

Alex, from her vantage point, listened with growing horror. Legolas had told her the bond could not be broken, yet here was his father, insisting it be dissolved. Could it be true? Mortals and Elves didn’t have the same type of bond as two Eldar? All of her fears gelled and she knew she had made a terrible mistake.

She had been selfish, thinking only of herself, her love for Legolas and her desire to be with him. She hadn’t thought of what it would do to him. He was alienated from his father by their union, and was setting himself up for heartbreak when she died. She was keeping him from answering the call of the sea---for all his talk of staying for his friends, she could see his longing when he heard the songs of the Elves. She didn’t belong with an Elf prince. She was only mortal.

She turned to run from the platform, and instead ran straight into the arms of Orophin.

“Let me go,” she whispered to him. “Please, for Legolas’ sake, let me go.” She was hurting too much to cry. Instead the ache inside her heart threatened to stop it.

“It is for Legolas’ sake I will not let you go,” he replied softly. “You wish to run. I can see it in your eyes, Alexandra. But that is not the way to deal with this heartache.”

His calm, dispassionate tone angered her. “You arrogant sonofabitch! You have no idea what I’m doing! I’m leaving so he can go back to having a life. I will not be a bone of contention between him and his father. He deserves to be happy with someone who can love him like an Elf should be loved; someone who can go to the Undying Lands with him---.” Her voice broke and she turned away so Orophin would not see the tears welling up in her eyes.

The Elf watched his friend as she struggled for control. He knew she was in pain, and that she was trying to run from it because she thought she was hurting her husband. But he also knew that Legolas would never let her go; that he would search for her at the expense of everything else. He wanted to help them both, but it would be difficult. Alexandra was blinded by her fear.

She was shocked to see so much understanding and compassion when she turned back to look into Orophin’s eyes. He had always kept his feelings hidden behind his cool, Elven exterior or covered them with his sardonic humor. Now, though, he conveyed such empathy she could not hold back.

She told him of overhearing Legolas and Thranduil arguing; about how the bond could be broken between mortals and Elves; how Legolas longed for the sea, but had sworn to stay with her and she knew it was causing him pain; and how she felt that by binding himself to her, he had doomed himself to pain and misery because she would die and he would be left alone without someone to go to the Undying Lands with him.

Orophin’s heart ached for his friends. Alex’s words brought home to him how difficult the choice to bind with a mortal must have been for Legolas. Unless he were killed, Legolas would outlive his wife and would be forced to live in the Undying Lands with a severed bond, which was worse than no bond at all.

“It was once believed there could be no bond between mortals and Elves. But you and Legolas have created one. It cannot be broken any more than a bond between two Elves. Thranduil is holding on to the old belief. And he clings to it because he does not want Legolas to experience the pain of losing you. He knows what it is like to lose his bondmate. It is the natural wish of a father to spare his child.”

“How do you know? If there haven’t been that many bonds between Mortals and Elves, how can you know this one is real?”

He smiled. “I have been a Warden of Lorien for a very long time. I have not spent the time serving the Lady of Light in vain. There is much to be learned from her.”

He offered his arm. “Come. Legolas will be looking for you soon. You do not wish for him to know you overheard them.”

She placed her arm through his and together they walked down to the forest floor. Just as Orophin had predicted, Legolas soon found them. His jaw was tight and both could sense his simmering anger.

“Come, Alexandra. I would have you meet my father. He his anxious to see his new daughter.” Alex met Orophin’s gaze and he offered a supportive smile.

Taking her husband’s hand, she replied, “And I am anxious to meet him as well.”

Climbing the steps to the Great Talan neither said a word until almost to the top. Legolas paused and turned to her. His eyes searched her face.

“I love you, Alexandra.”

She smiled and touched his cheek. “I know. And I love you, Legolas.”

He leaned in and kissed her softly, then they proceeded on to where his father waited.

Although she had seen him at a distance, Alex was still not prepared for the actual presence of the king. Thranduil was a slightly more intense version of Legolas. Their physical resemblance was startling, although Thranduil’s frame was a tiny bit larger. There was also a wariness the Prince lacked. Alex could sense that her husband’s father was every inch a king, accustomed to being master of all her surveyed.

“My lord, may I present my wife, Alexandra. Alex, my father, Thranduil.”

The Elf lord was silent as he studied this … woman who had captured his son’s heart. She was almost as tall as Legolas and not unpleasant to look upon. Her hair was a brownish-reddish-gold and threatened to spill from her braids at any moment. She was dressed simply and it suited her. Most importantly, he could see the love she shared with his son. She practically glowed in the presence of her husband and, even though he knew Legolas to still be quite angry with him, he could also see his son’s gaze soften when he looked upon his wife. The king’s heart ached.

“Alexandra.”

“Your majesty,” Alex gave a respectful nod to the king.

“I am pleased to finally meet you. I have heard much about you from others. It seems you made quite an impression in Gondor.”

“Indeed? I had thought I was quite invisible, just being one among so many.”

“When you are the chosen mate of an Elven prince, you can never be truly invisible.” The woman did not back down when challenged, although she maintained a tone of respect. However, she did not exhibit a subservient attitude.

“I trust you will be very happy with my son.” The words flowed smoothly, but Thranduil could taste their bitterness.

“I am very happy with him, your majesty. But more to the point, I want him to be happy with me.”

Sweet Eru, she loved his child more than he’d imagined. He could sense her devotion. He’d thought it was simply mortal lust---they often desired the Eldar. But Legolas and Alexandra were obviously very much in love. It would only make things that much worse when the time came for them to part. He would give anything to spare his son that pain. But there was nothing to be done now. Legolas had made his choice.

When Legolas had insisted he meet Alexandra, the king had balked. But in his heart, he could not deny his only child. If he turned away from him now, Thranduil knew he would regret it for the rest of his life---quite a long time for and Elf. He reluctantly agreed to meet her so he could at least see for himself what this woman who brought his son so much joy, was like.

The remaining time spent in Caras Galadhon was somewhat strained as the uneasy truce between the King and the Prince held. Thranduil took his leave, returning to Eryn Lasgalen on the same day Legolas and Alex departed for Rivendell in the company of Elladan and Elrohir. He managed to bid his son and daughter-in-law farewell without resorting to further demands that they end their bond, for which they had Galadriel to thank.

Once Legolas and his wife had returned to their talan after meeting with the king, Thranduil had once again vented his anger to Celeborn and Galadriel. The Lady’s words, however, were as water on a fire.

“She is meant for him, Thranduil, and he for her. The Valar know what they are doing. There were too many things that were needed to go a certain way in order to ensure the two of them came together. It would have been impossible without the help of Eru.”

“But he will suffer …”

“All suffer. He will suffer more without her.” She put a soothing hand on his arm. “They have their own destiny, Thranduil.”

The king turned away. There was nothing he could do but watch it play out.