𝒜𝓇𝒹𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓃ℊ𝓈✨ Legolas Love Story Illustrated Fanfiction Elf Fae Romance

Chapter 55 ~ News For A Kingdom (M)



"Mistilas..." the green haired maiden whispered to the oak trees surrounding her. "If only you were real... Sometimes... I can swear that I see you among the boughs, peering out at me..."

Faelas yearned to reach out, to emerge from the trees, to open his mouth and speak to her. But he was glued to the spot as surely as if he were a tree himself.

"But... you can't be real..." she sighed. Faelas' heart clenched. His mysterious maiden appeared so heartbreakingly crestfallen. "Elven fae aren't real... they are only in stories... Mistilas is only a fantasy..."

Faelas blinked in surprise. The scene was gone when he opened his eyes. Before him was his ceiling. The waking world. The mysterious maiden was gone from sight. But, not gone from his heart. So sad she had seemed. So lonely, so wistful. Like a lost doe.

He inhaled deeply. The earthy scents of the sanctuary, and the robust spice of the pipeweed he had shared with Rada and Gandalf lingered on his raiment.



Moonlight pooled on the velvet draperies and pale stone of his room, a generous accommodations paid for by his steward Rondor. In a few short hours he was to report to another interminable day of practice in preparation to perform with the other hall musicians at the celebration that evening. He sighed. He felt like a crestfallen, lost deer too.



The only sounds were distant waterfalls and the gentle warble of Luna speaking with another raven outside the window. Shifting onto his back, he folded his arms behind his head and let his mind drift. Thoughts of the bizarre moment the week before when the maiden had seemed to actually see him, and called him Mistilas, drifted through his mind. Often did he dwell on this. How is it possible? Who is she? Why did she call me Mistilas?

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At last, at long long last, dawned the day of the feast. Countless preparations were still being made all around them, foods prepared and wine brought forth, and the huge drapes covering the feast hall were pulled aside to let the starlight in come nightfall.

Legolas felt grateful Talishaya would be accompanying Faeriel to the party as he was bound to lead in last minute preparations. Even with the magical shield the Istari placed upon the fortress, Tysaun's attack had etched into him the fear that danger could be lurking around any bend. For this reason, his beautiful formal attire did not go without accessory. A long silver hilted knife gleamed at his belt and another was hid inside his boot.

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~ Tali is perfect at this, ~ Rusco exclaimed happily into Faeriel's mind. ~ 'Tis as if she can read my mind. ~

Faeriel smiled over at her three friends. Their eyes closed in squirrely bliss, Rusco and Sasha sat on Tali's gold robed lap as the elleth held a small fur brush in each hand, grooming them. This was one of their favorite gifts to receive, on par with nutty confections.

"I am... a bit nervous..." Faeriel admitted as she stepped into a verdant gown that matched her eyes. That was an understatement. She would be standing in front of all of Legolas' subjects, all eyes upon her. Will they judge me as Saphiriel had? Will Saphiriel be there, glaring at me as she always does? What if they do not think me worthy? What if King Thranduil rejects me?

Tali seemed to understand. They had spent time together often over the past week when Legolas was busy and the conversation had drifted to the upcoming celebration often enough. "Mellon, you need not worry. As Legolas told you, all that matters is that you are together. Heed not those of narrowed eyes, they cannot touch you unless you allow them in. Only your tribe matters. Rusco, Sasha, myself, Faelas, Luna, Rada, and Mithrandir. We support you."