Title: Dreaming of you
Author: Lomadia
Rating: PG-13
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<p>Chapter seven</p>
<p>The company rode on in silence. Lomadia kept her eyes fixed on the ground. Her mind was a mess of 
thoughts and riddles. Last nights dream kept coming back to haunt her. She couldn’t understand it. It didn’t 
make any sense. She kept thinking about what her mother had told her:</p>
<p><I>“…Spirits have been entering your dreams, but it is nothing to be afraid of. They are indeed trying 
to tell you something…”</I></p>
<p>But what were they trying to tell her? They confused her, if anything. Her thoughts then turned to 
Legolas. Why was he acting so strangely? Had she done something wrong? Had <b>he</b> done 
something wrong? Lomadia looked at up at the elf riding beside her. His eyes starred at the road. He could 
sense her eyes on him, but he wouldn’t return her gaze.</p> 
<p>It was Aniond who broke the silence.</p>
<p>“It is midday. We should have a rest and something to eat.” 
Legolas looked over at his companion and nodded. “Where should we stop? Not on the road, we could be 
seen.”</p>
<p>Lomadia perked up at the idea of stopping for a rest. It wasn’t because she was tired, but because she 
might be able to speak to Legolas alone. “Come, I know a place where we can rest undetected.” She turned 
Tathiel from the road and broke into a smooth canter. The elves followed her through the tall trees.</p> 
<p>Lomadia led them to a small-secluded clearing where the warmth of the sun beat down on the grass. 
Here she dismounted and looked around. Everything was still and calm. Lomadia signalled to the elves, 
who then dismounted and let their horses wander in search of fresh grass. Isorfir reached inside a small 
saddlebag.</p>
<p>“We are running low on food. There is only enough to last us another week. That will not be enough to 
take us to Eloith.” His face was concerned. Lomadia was puzzled.</p>
<p>“Eloith?” she questioned.</p>
<p>“My brother.” Legolas’s reply was short and his voice was flat. Lomadia starred at him. She frowned 
slightly. Surely she hadn’t done anything to upset him. She had to talk to him, but this was practically 
impossible, as Aniond and Isorfir stood but a few yards away.</p> 
<p>“If food is a problem,” Lomadia begun, “There are many berries and fruit growing inside the forest. 
And we will also be able to hunt for squirrels or birds.”</p>
<p>Aniond, despite his dislike for Lomadia, agreed without hesitation. “Yes. Once we get out of the 
woods, food will be scarce. We should restock while we still can.”</p>
<p>They left the clearing and went in search of food. Aniond and Isorfir went hunting together; they 
wanted to discuss the matter of their prince’s new found love. This gave Lomadia the perfect opportunity to 
catch Legolas on his own. She found him standing beside a tall. He held his bow, fitted with an arrow, 
ready to fire at a raven perched on one of the lower boughs of an opposing tree. Lomadia, although she was 
no elf, was light of foot and was able to creep close to Legolas without being heard. He lowered his bow 
and turned his head to face her. She approached him, but he wouldn’t move. It reminded her of her dream 
and she shuddered at the thought of it. Lomadia looked into his clear blue eyes. They were troubled.</p>
<p>“Legolas, I need to speak with you.”</p>
<p>Legolas lowered his eyes to the floor and then looked back at her again. He didn’t say a word.</p>
<p>“May I ask why you have been avoiding me?”</p>
<p>“I have not been avoiding you. I just do not wish speak with you for moment.” He arched his bowed 
again and aimed at the bird.</p>
<p>Lomadia frowned at his reply. He spoke as if she were in the wrong, a bad grape, so to speak.</p> 
<p>“Why? What have I done to upset you? I cannot think of anything, perhaps it is you who have done 
something to upset me?”</p>
<p>Legolas lowered his bow again and looked at Lomadia. His face was troubled yet angered as well, but 
Lomadia was going to back away. She had learnt long ago not to give in to an argument or a fight. She was 
strong both physically and mentally. She stood tall in front of Legolas her arms folded across her 
chest.</p> 
<p>“You think I have something to offend you? No. No, I have done nothing.”</p>
<p>“The why do you ignore me? Do you think it was a mistake?” Lomadia’s voice quietened down. She 
hoped with all her heart that his answer would be ‘no’. Legolas knew exactly what Lomadia was referring 
to. The kiss they had shared only last night. He knew not how to answer her question. I did not want it to be 
a mistake. He loved her and never wanted to be without her, but he had had feeling, that same night, that 
what they were doing was wrong. That it would led to no good. A fear lingered in his heart and now when 
he looked upon her, he was afraid. It wasn’t her who stood in the wrong, it wasn’t her fault, but it just 
wasn’t meant to be. He paused, searching Lomadia’s eyes. He wanted more than anything to take her in his 
arms and comfort her, but he was being pulled back against his own will. He knew what he had to do.</p> 
<p>“Yes…yes, it was a mistake.” It pained him to say such a thing and he couldn’t speak to her face. He 
turned his head away from her and looked into the trees. Lomadia could feel tears swelling up in her eyes. 
How could he say such a thing? She was strong. She never let anything upset her, but now she felt her heart 
crumble inside of her. Like her soul had been stolen from her. She shook her head violently.</p>
<p>“You’re lying! You’re lying!” she screamed at him, cascades of tears ran down her cheeks. Legolas 
didn’t look at her, but shook his head. He closed his eyes, fighting the tears. Lomadia wept beside him, but 
he couldn’t look at her. He wouldn’t allow it.</p>
<p>Lomadia calmed herself and took in deep breaths. Wiping the tears from her eyes, she looked at 
Legolas again. She <b>was</b> strong. And she wouldn’t cry over a <b>fool</b> like him. It was his 
fault. He wanted to hurt her, he wanted to see her cry. Well, she would give him no such satisfaction. She 
would give <b>no</b> man that satisfaction of watching her cry. She slowed her breathing and wore a 
stern face.</p>
<p>“You are shameful to treat a woman like you did.” She sighed. “And I am shameful for letting you fool 
me. I have nothing more to say to you.” Lomadia left the elf to wallow in his sorrow. Legolas breathed 
long, deep breaths as a silent tear fell from his eye. He was a fool. A shameful fool. But he did what he had 
to do.</p>
<p>Soon after, the company regrouped. Aniond and Isorfir had had a successful hunt; they brought back 
many different fruits and some meat. Legolas and Lomadia, on the other hand, brought back little food, 
which aroused suspicions between their companions. But Isorfir noticed something different. Something 
that out his troubled heart to rest. Legolas seemed quiet, almost mournful, and although it upset Isorfir to 
see his prince suffer such feelings, all thoughts of him and Lomadia together were cleared from his mind. 
Lomadia too was silent. Rather than question their odd behaviour, Aniond and Isorfir attached the bags 
containing the food on their horses' saddles and made ready to leave.</p>
<p>"Legolas, Lomadia, come we still ahead long journey ahead of us." Aniond called back to the two. 
Isorfir and Aniond had already mounted, and stood waiting patiently for their comrades. Much to their 
surprise and slight relief, Legolas and Lomadia mounted their horses without speaking or even glancing at 
one another. Aniond began to believe that his prince had taken into account their discussion about 
Lomadia.</p> 
<p>"Come. I will show you out of the clearing." Lomadia said flatly, although the elves could detect a hint 
of anger in her voice. This only made Legolas feel even more uncomfortable. He could not stop thinking 
about Lomadia and what they had shared. There was only one thing worse than not having the one you 
love, and that was having them, but then losing them through your own acts of stupidity.</p> 
<p>Lomadia led the company out of the trees and back onto the road and they continued their journey, but 
they were not alone. The company moved down the road, their going was slow, too slow. There was 
something in the air, Legolas could sense it. He brought his horse to a halt and sat listening to his 
surroundings, his pointed ears strained to pick up every sound. Looking from side to side, he could hear the 
many noises of the forest: the sweet song of the birds, the rustling of leaves in the wind, the distant sound 
of the Airabeth River flowing through its bed…and the sound of human voices calling to one another, over 
the sound of pounding hooves. Legolas could feel his heart beat wildly in his chest. He only had one 
thought in his mind now, <I>RUN!</I></p>
<p>"Go, now! GO!" his fair voice rose above all other noises and alerted his companions, but he was too 
late. Looking back he could already see the scouts of Anbrethil charging up to meet them full force. They 
held spears, bows and swords and they had every intention of using them. Feeling fear overcome him, he 
urged his horse to ride on. He galloped to catch up with his companions, who had begun to quicken their 
pace. Tathiel whinnied in frustration and reared high into the air, causing Lomadia to fall. She landed hard 
on the ground and gasped for air. The elves looked down at her and Isorfir turned to help her up. But she 
frowned at him and commanded him to ride on.</p>
<p>"Go! Ride on! Do not wait for me! I will be safe; it is you they want. Go! NOW!" she lifted herself up 
onto her elbows and glanced behind her. The scouts were gaining on them. Legolas wasn't far behind 
either. She looked up at him and followed him with her eyes as he rode past. Then she watched as the three 
elves made their escape. The cries of the men behind rang loud in her ears. She could hear Meruth calling 
out commands: "Don't let them get away! Shot them down if you must!"</p>
<p>Lomadia jumped up to her feet and grabbed hold of Tathiel. At that moment she wasn't particularly 
fond of the elves, but she wasn't going to let them meet their doom. She wasn't like that. Lomadia thought 
hard before pulling Tathiel into the middle of the road, blocking the way of the scouts. She then threw 
herself to the floor; it would be easy to fool the scouts into believing she had a lame ankle.</p> 
<p>"My lady!" Meruth called as he dismounted his horse and crouched down at Lomadia's side. "Are you 
hurt, did they hurt you?" he was joined by a few more scouts, who attempted to move Tathiel from the 
middle of the road, but she wouldn't leave her mistresses side.</p>
<p>"No, I am fine. My ankle is hurt that is all. I just wish to go home." she looked up at Meruth with 
longing eyes. Meruth looked at her for a while. After a short while he helped her to her feet and called to 
the other scouts.</p> 
<p>"Go and bring the elves back to the palace, I want them alive!"</p> 
<p>"No!" Lomadia snapped harshly, but soon calmed her voice. "No, there is no point in pursuing them, 
they will already be miles ahead, their horses are swift. You should not waste your energy."</p> 
<p>Meruth looked surprised at Lomadia's reaction. His face was full of concern and confusion.</p>
<p>"My lady, we should follow them. I have received orders from your father to retrieve them. But you 
should not let them trouble you any more, for now you are in much need of rest." Meruth lifted Lomadia 
onto his horse and then sat behind her.</p> 
<p>"No. I do not want you to follow them. No good will come of it. I will speak with my father once we 
are safely back inside the palace walls, but until then I must ask you to go against your orders and leave the 
elves be."</p>
<p>"But, my lady, I…"</p>
<p>"No, Meruth! Leave them be!" Lomadia's voice was stern and determined and Meruth dared not arouse 
her anger further.</p>
<p>"Yes, My lady, I understand."</p>
<p>With a wave of his hand, Meruth signalled for the other scouts to mount the horses. The company of 
Anbrethil began their journey home. No one spoke a word during their travels, but much was to be said 
when they returned.</p> 

p>Chapter eight</p>
<p>The sky was darkening and the stars had begun to shine their light when the scouts reached the city of 
Anbrethil again. The scouts were greeted by the astonished faces of children and the smiles of men and 
women. Many of the scouts retreated to their chambers, but Meruth was summoned to join the Lord 
Athnamion in the great hall. Lomadia accompanied him. When the pair entered the hall, Lord Athnamion 
rose from his throne and greeted his daughter with open arms.</p> 
<p>"My child! Thank the heavens you are safe!" he wore a warm smile and Lomadia returned his 
embrace.</p> 
<p>"I have missed you father. I have missed you greatly." She closed her eyes. She knew this moment 
would not last, Meruth still had to explain why he had not retrieved their escaped prisoners and she would 
have to confess.</p> 
<p>Breaking away from his daughter, Athnamion turned to Meruth and his smile faded. He had already 
heard that the elves hadn't been brought back to him.</p>
<p>"You have disappointed me greatly, Meruth. I gave you direct orders!" his voice rose and made Meruth 
tremble. "You dare defy me! I will have great pleasure in punishing you. How dare you call off the 
search!"</p>
<p>Lomadia watched as Meruth quaked in his boots. She had always liked Meruth and hated to see him 
suffer. It wasn't his fault, it was hers. He shouldn't have to suffer because of her foolishness; he shouldn't 
have to shoulder the blame. She wouldn't allow it. Lomadia didn't lie, she was honest. Taking in a deep 
breath, she stepped forward.</p>
<p>"Father, I cannot allow you to punish Meruth, for he did not call of the search…I did." She was afraid 
of her father's reactions, but she wouldn't let it show in her voice. She stood tall and her noble face was 
emotionless. Her father starred back at her blankly. His daughter, his own daughter had disobeyed his 
commands. He had raised her to be good, to do as she was told to do, but now she was rebellious and 
bringing dishonour on the family name.</p>
<p>"Meruth, you may leave now." Athnamion's voice was flat and he didn't take his eyes off Lomadia. 
Meruth bowed low and hastily left the hall. There was an awkward silence for an uncomfortably long time. 
It was Athnamion who spoke first.</p>
<p>"You. My own daughter whom I have raised so well, disobeyed me and dishonoured me." Lomadia's 
eyes fell to the floor as her father continued to speak. "May I ask if you have any part in their escape as 
well?" </p>
<p>Lomadia was silent for a while; she could feel her father's eyes on her. They were cold, harsh and full 
of anger just waiting to explode. She nodded slowly. </p>
<p>"Yes."</p>
<p>Her father stepped closer and towered above her, his face was written with malice.</p>
<p>"You knew who they were. Did you not think how much danger you could have inflicted on yourself?" 
her father shouted.</p>
<p>"They're not dangerous!" Lomadia jumped to the elves defence, earning her a hard slap across her 
smooth cheek.</p>
<p>"You foolish girl! Do you realise what you have done? The whole of Mirkwood will claim war on our 
city! You stupid child! You are not fit to govern a kingdom and you never will be! How could you jump 
blindly into such matters! They are elves! They cannot be trusted! They will weave an evil web of lies and 
deceit around you; they are not your friends and they never will be!"</p>
<p>Lomadia couldn't contain herself. Her knees gave way and she collapsed on the floor in a flood of tears. 
She could not win this fight.</p>
<p>"I have shamed you, father." She whispered in between tears. "I was a fool to let them trick me like 
they did. I know now that I was wrong. I have been victim to their cruel ways and I have suffered. Forgive 
me."</p>
<p>Her father knelt be her side and wrapped his arm around her shoulders. His anger had melted into 
sympathy. His daughter was still young and still had much to learn. She had been punished enough 
already.</p>
<p>"Do not worry yourself, my child. You are not to blame. It is the elves. Those cruel creatures. They will 
be taken care of all in due time, do not trouble yourself. You have been through much already, go now and 
rest." He took her hand and helped her to her feet. Lomadia wiped her eyes and rested her head on her 
father's shoulder. He stroked her hair and accompanied her to the door. A maiden was waiting outside.</p>
<p>"Take my daughter to her chamber." He said calmly. The maiden nodded and put her hand on 
Lomadia's shoulder. </p>
<p>Lomadia knew her father had believed little of what she had said, but she dared not argue with him any 
longer. All she knew now was that the elves were in a greater peril than before and without her help they 
would surely meet their doom. Whether or not they deserved her aid she couldn't decide. They could make 
do on their own for the time being. She did not want to meet with them again; instead she'd rather they stay 
away from her as much as possible. Especially Legolas.</p>
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The elves did not stop running until they were sure that they were no longer being followed. They brought 
their horses to the side of the road and halted. The three stallions gasped for breath, their muscles aching. 
The elves, too, were out of breath. Legolas could still feel his heart pounding inside of him. He couldn't 
help but think of Lomadia. How he had wronged her and still she helped them. He knew she was out of 
harms way but still he feared for her safety. She puzzled him in so many ways it baffled him. He would do 
him no good to carry on thinking of her. He had to do his best to push her from his memory. He would 
think of her no more. 
Aniond looked worriedly at his friend.
"Legolas?" he questioned between pants. Legolas looked over at Aniond. He knew what he was thinking. It 
was clear in his eyes. His thoughts were of Lomadia. Did Legolas still feel for her, or had that moment 
passed? Legolas's eyes were troubled like never before, it was obvious, no matter how hard he tried to hide 
it. Such sorrow, such confusion clouded his perfect eyes. Aniond couldn't understand what had overcome 
his prince. Legolas would not hold Aniond's gaze and turned away. 
"Let us rest here for a short while." Isorfir suggested hastily. "I can't hear the scouts of Anbrethil anymore, 
they have given up the chase."
Legolas looked up at his friend and nodded quickly. He wanted to avoid talking about Lomadia of 
Anbrethil as much as possible. Aniond, on the other hand, had other ideas. He was determined to discover 
Legolas's true feeling for the lady of Anbrethil and he would do anything to find out. The elves rested until 
nightfall. It would be easier for them to travel under darkness for they would be easily hunted down in 
daylight. It was only when Isorfir had left to gather the horses together that Aniond attempted to talk with 
his prince. 
"Legolas?" his voice was quiet. He didn't want to offend him like he had done so before. Legolas wouldn't 
face Aniond, but kept his eyes on the floor. "I wish to speak with you. About Lomadia, do you still feel for 
her?"
There was an awkward silence for a short while before Legolas replied. "You were right Aniond. I cannot 
love her. I do not love her." he turned and faced Aniond. "You tried to warn me but I wouldn't listen. I hope 
you can forgive me."
A warm smile spread across Aniond's face and he bowed his head. "Everyone makes mistakes. You are 
entitled to your own. Although my words were harsh and I am truly sorry if I caused any offence."
Legolas simply returned Aniond's smile and nodded. Isorfir returned with their stallions and the three elves 
mounted silently. 
The dim light from the new moon and stars lit the path that led to the border of the woods of Anbrethil. The 
distant sound of the Airabeth River gurgling merrily in its bed could still be heard faintly. As the elves 
continued down the path the air grew thin and cold. A strange feeling creep into the weary hearts of the 
travellers and the stallions became shifty and afraid. The elves wrapped their cloaks around their shoulders 
for warmth and covered their heads with their hoods. The horses snorted and grunted and their strides 
quickened. All the while Legolas could feel cold eyes watching him. He jerked around and glanced behind 
them expecting to see a lone scout or creature of the wood, but the path was bare. Aniond and Isorfir felt 
uncomfortable as well hesitantly looked from side to side. They couldn't see anyone but they knew that 
someone could see them and that feeling unnerved them. At that moment and gentle yet chilling breeze 
flew from behind the elves and sent shivers down their spines. And then they heard it. Whispers. Husky 
menacing voices floating in the breeze whispering to them warnings, threats.
"Run…now."
"Leave this place."
"Go…you must go."
It was too much for the stallions. They reared uncontrollably and bolted down the path taking their riders 
with them. Their legs moved faster than ever before, a new speed born out of a new fear. The cold voices 
didn't follow them. They hovered in the air calling after the frightened intruders. Still the stallions rode on, 
refusing to stop. Their legs screamed out at them and their throats felt like ice but they would not slow their 
pace. Even after the voices had disappeared into the night, the company could see feel the icy glare of cruel 
eyes watching them. Something wanted them out of the woods and it would do anything in its power to do 
so.