To Love an Endangered Princess [Legolas Greenleaf Love]

Time is Ticking

Legolas’s POV

            I was so glad that I managed to get the wedding postponed so I now had three months to get my father to change his mind. I met Princess Vanya the other day, and she really wanted nothing to do with me. She had a special someone back in her kingdom, and I ended up befriending her when I told her I didn’t want to marry her either. We were practically the same; both getting forced into marriage by our father’s who only cared about status now.

            I was standing outside my bedroom looking out over the view of Mirkwood. Everything used to be so alive and beautiful, but now things were dark and ruthless. This could have all stopped if my father had done something about it and stopped wallowing in his own sorrows.

            “Prince Legolas?” a female voice shook me out of my thoughts and I turned to see Princess Vanya glide towards me with her silken dress billowing out around her as she stepped.

            “Hey Vanya.” I greeted her with a slight bow before resting my elbows upon the railing and staring out at the view again. I stared past Mirkwood’s borders to as far as my eyes could make out, and I looked out onto the plains of Rohan, wondering if Saphira was out there somewhere journeying now. I should have been there with her, I should have been by her side.

            Vanya rested her arms on the railing as well and she stared out to follow my gaze before smiling sadly.

            “I miss my own loved one Prince Legolas, you can’t blame yourself for not being there for her. I feel the same since I am being forced into the same predicament as you. But we cannot stop the changing of our fates, we must accept it.” She stated as she brushed away a tear falling from her eyes as she looked towards Lorien. I followed her gaze and smiled slightly, feeling her emotions pull her heart towards whoever she truly loved.

            “Vanya, how is it that the one I love seems as if she doesn’t care or can’t care for me? It seems as if she is too wild to be tamed or incapable of loving anyone, she leaves far too often and she stays too little.” I couldn’t help but ask her, I mean she was a girl as well and maybe she had some insight that I didn’t.

            Vanya thought for a moment before eyeing me understandingly. “You have never heard of the legend of the princess of the white wolves?” I shook my head and she laughed and looked out towards Lorien once more.

            “My one and only love Thalion told me the legend not too long ago, right before I was taken away to be bethrothed too you. Would you like to hear it?”

            I nodded eagerly, anything to keep my love for Saphira alive would help right now. I didn’t want to go a day without her, just seeing her eyes was enough to make me stop and stare at her in awe. Vanya laughed with her silvery voice and began the legend, and for once I felt like I was listening too my mother speaking to me just nights before she died.

            The white wolves were a powerful race with much beauty and poise unequal of any elleth or man in middle earth. They lived alongside their allies with peace and tranquility for many centuries. The wolves had a queen, fair in beauty and wise in decision, she was the envy of many kingdoms and its women. But alas, the queen could not bear a child because of an injury from battle, so she was forced to call upon her magic and place her unborn child into the womb of another. A newly wedded couple she called on, one half elleth and the other full. She blessed them with her child, promising their life much joy when she told them of what she had done. But as time passed and a little half elleth was revealed to the world the parents became tired of living under protection and left the safety of the kingdom. At the same time the white wolves had begun to fade out of the picture, the oncoming war threatening their kind more than anything else. The entire wolf race fled to a place where no one would ever think of looking for them, and in their haste to disapear, the queen was forced to abandon her child and leave her in the dangerous outisde world with her adoptive parents. The parents found shelter with the full elf’s brother Lord Elrond in Rivendell and they lived peacefully, raising the young white wolf heir till she was nearly full grown with long flowing raven hair and snowy white tips as a result of her heritage. She met her mother’s nephew in Lorien, who was her close friend. They enjoyed many a day together, until her birthday when she never showed up. Not long after a messenger was dispatched from Rivendell stating that both the young white wolf heir and her foster parents had perished in a fire made by rouge orcs. Nothing was left but the smoldering ruins of the house that once stood proud on the ridge overlooking the valley below. It was said that a prophecy was created from the ashes, embedding itself on a rock before crumbling to dust. “Heir of a creature live proud on steep. Along the caves of mountains they creep. Live at dawn and again at dusk. Power encircles those we trust. To embark on a journey that leads out of cove; away on a charge to save those we love. Long will we walk till we come to their aide; only then will we finish our endless tirade. Take to the north, south, east, and west; our army will rise and become unsurpassed. To ensure a victory for our kind alone; together they will guarantee their safe passage home. An inferno, a dragon, a soldier, the crown; together we rise, until the inferno’s brought down. A sacrifice to save in the hour of need; the power inside is all she needs. When at last her story is done; her breaths will be her final ones. Inferno dies and soldier lives; the power of love is the one who gives. Hope, Promise, Duty, Love, she dies to save the ones she loves.”