Unfinished Sympathy

In a surprise attack from the enemies of the Moon, the Negaverse, the Kingdom was destroyed. Queen Selenity sacrificed herself to send Princess Serenity and her court to safety in the future.
They lived normal lives until they were called to do their duty of fighting against the Darkness as Sailor Soldiers. However, at the age of 16, Princess Serenity knew things would never be the same.
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“I don’t understand,” said Ami.
“Me neither,” replied Serena, “I’m very confused actually. How could the contract still be valid?”
“Because although the Moon Kingdom was destroyed over a thousand years ago, it was in a dimension different than the one we live in now. There, you would only just be old enough to fulfill the contract,” replied Luna hesitantly.
“And what does that entail, exactly?” Raye asked dubiously.
“The only memory that you did not recover, Serena, was the memory of your betrothed. In order to form a more solid alliance with the Earthlings, Queen Selenity betrothed you to a Prince,”
“But who? I don’t remember meeting anyone at all.”
“You wouldn’t. You and Prince Legolas met only when you were too small to remember. The contract was signed when you were but three years old and he going on twelve.”
“But, why him?” Serena asked,
“Because you were all betrothed to Princes, but they were princes of different places. There was no Prince of Earth, and thus your mother picked the most influential prince she could marry you to. Legolas is currently the Prince of the Greenwood, and will eventually be King. You were affianced to him because, like yourself, he is an immortal being. Your Queen Mother did not want you to suffer from heartbreak, as she did by marrying a mortal. That and when he visited, you took quite the liking to him.”
“And so, now, you’re telling me that I must leave the only home I have known for the past sixteen years to marry this Prince I have never met?” Serena asked near tears.
“Yes,” said Artemis guiltily, “Things should have been different. You would have grown up together, and you would know him far better. You would be ready to marry him.”
Mina looked Serena in the eyes, “You know that I will come with you.”
“But-” Serena began.
“We will all come with you,” said Raye, “Every one of us. Because that is where we are meant to be.”
“Where you go, we go as well,” said Amara, “You are our Princess.”
“It’s settled then,” said Ami.
“I guess we should start packing then,” said Mina cheerfully, “Do you think they had video games back then?”
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The Council had ended days before. Legolas Greenleaf was preparing to go on the most dangerous mission he had ever encountered. Frodo, a Halfling, would need his and a few others’ assistance to bring the One Ring to Mordor, and throw it in the fiery depths of lava within Mount Doom.
He did not know if he would survive to see the time of peace come.
“Legolas, father wishes to speak with you,” said his friend, Lady Arwen.
He followed her across the grounds, and encountered none other than Lord Elrond, the ruler of Rivendell, home of the Half-Elven, and allies and friends to the Woodland elves.
“She is come. I see it in the stars. She is come.”
Legolas looked up and locked eyes with the one who spoke and with hesitation, immediately knowing whom she was.
“She cannot-” he began.
“Father is never wrong,” the brunette woman sighed, “She is come.”
“This is a time of darkness. She cannot come.”
“But she must. You must marry before the end of her sixteenth year.”
“Lord Elrond, it has been a thousand years, surely she-”
“It has been a thousand years for you, a mere sixteen for her. She is come. In the darkest hour, she shall appear, like a shooting star from the flame within the soul.”
As if sensing it, Legolas looked up, and watched as the full moon became fully visible in the night sky, and the light seemed to shine onto his face.
“She is come,” he whispered.
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Elrond had to be wrong, Legolas surmised, as he ran from the darkness of the mines of Moria. She was not coming. She was probably dead, like the rest of her kinsmen, who had been slaughtered many years prior. But as his eyes saw the light of above, he knew he was wrong. There was something in the air. Something strong, and pure. Something.
Aragorn seemed to sense it as well. He was suddenly alert, while the others succumbed to their tears after the loss they had felt. Legolas took a weary step back as the air seemed to crackle.
No sound came, only a ray of unearthly white light around a round pocket that seemed to show the stars.
A woman stepped out, tall and elegant with jet black hair and sharp, angled features. One by one, beautiful, agile women stepped out and surrounded the portal as though no one was watching them. A tall woman with short, blonde hair reached out a hand and helped another woman out, and the portal disappeared.
The woman in question was ethereal in presence. Her skin was as pale as milk, her hair as fair as snow, with eyes that looked like molten pools of silver, and lips that were full, and almost blood red in color. But her most striking feature was the pair of stark white wings that folded out from her back.
“Is that an angel?” whispered Pippin stupidly to Sam who promptly elbowed him in the chest.
“Must be,” breathed Frodo, all sorrow forgotten, “She’s beautiful.”
“In the darkest hour, she shall appear,” whispered Legolas. Then he used a tongue he had not used in a millennia, “Princess Serenity?”
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At Aragorn’s instance, the company trekked through the woods towards Lothlorien as Legolas and Serenity quietly conversed.
“I did not know,” said Legolas in High Lunarian, “That you would appear in the way that you did.”
Serenity smiled, “I follow my Queen’s Guard’s orders when it comes to traveling. They prefer security.”
“That is the duty of the Queen’s Guard,” agreed Legolas.
“Where are we, exactly?” asked Serenity as she looked at the tall trees and thick vines.
“Lorien. We must seek refuge with Lady Galadriel and Lord Celeborn.”
“I was quite surprised that we arrived at the side of a mountain. I was rather ill prepared.” She shivered slightly but tried to hide it.
Legolas pulled off his cloak and wrapped it around her tightly. After a moment’s thought he pulled the hood above her head.
“You glow a bit too brightly in the night, my love.”
Serenity’s heart stuttered a beat and she quietly thanked him for the cloak.
Seconds later Gimli began shouting angrily at Haldir, “Speak in a language we can all understand!”
“What is he saying?” asked Serenity in Lunarian.
Legolas hesitated, “He’s upset that my brethren and Aragorn speak only in Sindarin, rather than the Common Tongue.”
“Common Tongue?” Serenity questioned.
“Westron,” Legolas said, “There is no exact translation in Lunarian, as far as I know.”
“Oh,” Serenity replied, “Can you teach it to me? I know only what I was taught by my Governess.”
The commotion ended and Legolas and Serenity continued towards the main city of Lothlorien. He could sense she was getting tired.
“I’m sorry that I’m slowing you down,” she said, “These shoes and gown aren’t for walking. We thought we would appear in the Greenwood.”
Legolas bent down and pulled Serenity onto his back before she could protest, “It’s no problem at all. You’re light as a feather.”
Just then, one of the hobbits slowed his pace to fall into line with the pair.
“Excuse me, My Lady?”
“She is a Princess,” corrected Legolas, “You will speak to her as such.”
The blonde looked guiltly at his feet and then continued, “Your Highness?”
Serenity stared at him and then looked back at Legolas. “What is he saying?”
“Pippin, do you know any Sindarin? Princess Serenity does not speak the Common Tongue.”
“Oh,” Pippin said. He ran off and returned with Frodo.
The moment he got close, Serenity hissed and jerked away, nearly causing Legolas to drop her. Venus was at her side in an instance before she jerked away too.
“Who are you?” she demanded in angry Sindarin. “What darkness is this?”
“It’s not what you think,” Legolas tried to explain, as Aragorn stepped between the angry Soldier of Love and the Hobbit.
“Please,” Serenity begged of Venus, “Don’t yell at him.”
“Your safety is compromised,” Venus replied in Lunarian. She spoke next to Legolas, “Prince Legolas, I am the leader of the Queen’s Guard and you can trust I take threats to the crown very seriously. There had better be an explanation for this.”
“Can we wait until we get to Lothlorien? Everyone is tired, and hungry. It is a long story, but it can be told.”
Venus narrowed her eyes, but nodded tightly.
She kept Serenity away from him for the rest of the journey.
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