Queen Naehlara (LOTR, Legolas love story)

Chapter 3

Naehlara just finished undoing the braid on top of her head. That kept the majority of her hair out of her face. Letting it flow freely down her back, running her finger through it to take out the few knots. As she told Elronds son's she's praparing to bathe for the dinner tonight, after a long duel she's not sweaty or smelling but in need of a bath to feel clean.

Grabbing the clothes, she set out, from her bed. Naehlara enters the bathing chambers just as someone knocked on her door. Mentally groaning, Naehlara glares towards the door. Debating if she should open it or not. Naehlara was sure it was not Mithrandir, Elrond or Arwen, the knock wasn't right. Curiosity of whom would knock on her door, Naehlara moves out into her chambers, heading for her door.

Standing outside Naehlara's door, Legolas debates leaving the two long daggers next to the door. She clearly did not want any visitors if she's ignoring his knock at the door. Just as he moves to set them on the ground, the door swings open. Even for an elf, her footsteps were extremely quiet, almost nonexistent. Legolas hadn't even heard her come to the door.

They both pause, Naehlara noting his long blonde hair, and ocean blue eyes. He reminded her of one of her guards long ago in Doriath. Riku. He was always ready for a fight, yet so good with his words he almost always seemed to talk the other person down before a fight could start. He was incredibly gifted his bow and more times than not be found in the gardens in Doriath. He was the closest thing Naehlara had to a best friend.

The golden fleck in her eyes surprised Legolas, it is not a common trait for elves not humans. They stood out unnaturally against the dark forest green, almost like someone blew gold dust into her eyes. In an instant they are his new favorite thing to look at. Noticing the way her hair falls down in soft waves from the braid it was in earlier.

"Can I help you with something?" Naehlara questions, looking over the elf in front of her. He was in traveling gear, his weapons still strapped to him. Meaning he had probably just arrived in Imiladris.

Her voice, reminds him of his father. Not in a bad way, but in the way that she sounds regal and all authoritative. All of her being seems to say she is a warrior, the way she fought, the aura around her and the cold exterior. When she was fighting Aragorn she had seemed so free, yet he noticed the way her body tensed and her smile disappeared when she noticed the crowd of elves watching the duel. Yet even with the cold exterior her eyes brought a feeling of comfort to Legolas. "You left your weapons down at the training grounds." He states, holding both daggers out for her to take. They were strange weapons to him, forged like daggers, yet were the size of a sword for a child.

Naehlara's eyes widen and a smile break across her face and for no reason Legolas finds himself smiling in return. "Thank you so much," she pauses not sure what his name is. He's definitely not from Imiladris, she would have noticed someone like him before. And definitely would have remembered his name.

"Legolas of Mirkwood." He answers, putting a hand to his chest and bowing.

"Naehlara, it is a pleasure to meet you." Her name sounded so familiar when Arwen or Aragorn had said it and even know but he could not seem to place where he knew it from.

"The pleasure is mine." Legolas says, his smile only growing as her cheeks tint pink. "You fought well today. Not many can best Aragorn in a duel." He didn't want the conversation to drop, he wasn't sure why but he wanted to stay in her presence for as long as possible.

Her smile turns to smirk. "He has never won against me before, but he did better this time." She gloats, before pausing a look of confusion crossing her features so minimal you wouldn't catch it unless you were looking for it. Legolas is noticing everything about her though, and not letting himself forget a thing.