Keep Your Head(A Legolas love story/ Fanfic)

Merry Christmas Santa ~18

Galadriel's POV

I sat on a moonlit bench in the center of one of my gardens. I let my blonde hair drape onto the ground. Celeborn walled into the light of the moon as well. "If I had better foreseen this part of our daughter's future, many a things would not play out in this manor. Life is a twisted and tricking thing, however, and I believe it would be your soul to blame for such an incident." My husband stayed quiet in respect and healthy fear. My daughter was gone and people were going to pay. So I had to hope a group of orcs will pass my path in the near future. Otherwise there might- I exhaled and calmed the raging thoughts in my mind. "Should you not have forced her into this deal with Welion, we would not be in this position."

"My Lady of Light, but that is not true. We both know that a fea will always find it's lost or forgotten other half. It was only a matter of time before they met."

"That is reasonable, except that by creating a forced marriage was giving her no time to do so."

"I gave her ten years. She traveled all of middle earth, and did not connect. How was I to know that her other half to her fea was prince of the only place she forbid herself to set foot in? How can I be the victim? I gave her all the time I could, for we were to sail soon. I love our daughter, even if we are not fea partners, she turned out beautiful. And that was when it had struck me." Celeborn maintained a steady and calm voice the whole time. "Since she had not been created from a complete fea, she could not take a half of our whole. She was fea-less. (A/N a fea is your soul that yearns for love.) Yet thankfully I was wrong, however, that put up in a complicated situation with Welion. And I hated him. I still do. The prince of Lillylight is untruthful and wicked, thinking only of himself. But what was there to do? I could not go against my word! I had to be stubborn and it went way further than needed. Thranduil should not have power in this land. He will no longer be respected as one of the ring bearer. It needs to be removed."

I sighed and looked at the ground. All his reasoning was as sound as ever. I did not have an argument. Except I did not know how it was possible to remove the ring of power from Thranduil's mighty hand. He had an army at his command and each warrior of his was ten fold stronger than mine. But he was not filled with magic. I could not start a war over my own kin. United we stand, divided we fall. I could not make my city weak and let some dwarves attack.

I looked into the Rays of the moon. I had never loved the light of the moon. It was cold and distant. But Ginerva had always said it was memory and peace and prosperity. It was dependent, loving, romantic, and caring. All of these thing my daughter swore by. I could not see. I was born at the face of the sun, and she was a child of starlight. She flourished in the night like the Nymphaea Red Flare flower that opened its pedals to the moon. My little girl.

Jenny's POV

I woke not feeling well. But I was filled with so much joy, I could care less. Actually, puking is pretty awful. Like: REALLY HORRIBLE. But today was Christmas Eve. It had kinda snuck up on us, to be honest. We were so caught up with the whole, your in a new place, you tripped a girl, you should fit in, using magic, and now that I am pregnant thing, that we didn't have time to pay attention to what day it was. As elves we seldom do anyways.

Leril says that Christmas is a really big holiday here. It celebrates the birth of Jesus. But she said it has evolved into just a Santa thing. And I don't think I like Santa very much. Leril had music playing and it spoke of this 'Santa'.

"He sees you when your sleeping, He knows when you're awake!"

And I lock Lolas and I's door now before bed. Cause that is pretty much one of the creepiest things I have ever heard. Then there was a song that was talking about Santa and his elves, so I assumed he had good relations with the Elven-kind that magically got transported here as well. After asking Leril about it, I believe I will be scared forever. Apparently, he has elves work and sing for him. And when she said we were getting Santa pics, Santa saw Legolas and I's ears and tried to touch them. He said something like, "You guys wanna come work in my workshop? I'll give you cookies!!" Then he wiggled his eye brows. I just know there was some dirty meaning in there. Santa is just... something else.