Lyt Guyll Fyr
1. Flashes of the Past
2. Lyt Guyll Fyr
3. He lives! no not leggy, he's dead
G - English - General - Published: 12-17-03
Author:Eldameldo aka Bill the Pony
Rating: uh...I don't have a clue. PG?
Disclaimer: Of Course I own LOTR, that's why I was a fricken' pony!
Summary: a story about an elfling. Um, if you like Legolas(which I do) you might
get mixed feelings on this story. This is an introduction, and this : **** means
new flashback. Is in chronological order.
Chapter One: Flashes of the Past
Stars shone brightly over Mirkwood that night. Brighter that usual. But perhaps
they did because to couple walking under them wished it to be so. The fair
prince walked with his virtuous love, hand in hand. They paused every once in a
while to gaze upward into the heavens. The night was quiet, so the two picked up
the sound of another with ease. The king was approaching.
'Good evening, milord'
The king nodded to his son's lady. 'And to you as well, Rohanna'
The king then turned to his son, who bowed his head slightly at the Elf-king
with a polite 'Father' The king returned the gesture and the two walked on. 'Oi,
Legolas! You watch yourself. As fun as it is to be a rabbit, all those little
ones can add up quickly. Just look at Lord Elrond, of Rivendell. He has three
now, and I pity him greatly! He looks so old! Anywho, I'm not saying you can't,
just that you should be cautious.'
And with that, the Elf-king walked off.
Legolas stood there, blinking, blush slowly spreading across his face as he
thought about the advise. He finally turned to his lady. 'Did Father... did he
just... I can't believe he...Rohanna... I have never heard my Father speak like
that!'
Rohanna clasped Legolas' hand. 'Dearest, are you thinking he was trying to say
something else?'
The prince smiled softly, blush still evident. 'Perhaps'
****
Legolas ran full speed toward his home. His company and returned, briefly, and
them elf was anxious to see his wife. His father met him in the Hall, quietly
reminding him that one *walks* though the palace.
Inside the Elf's room, sat his Rohanna. She smiled upon his return, and
cautiously stood. The bulge in her elfin features told of her predicament.
'Legolas, you ran awfully fast, to get here today! I pray your mount is still
alive, and you did not abandoned the poor thing on you way!'
Legolas embraced her and the two sat down. As they talked, Legolas placed his
ear against the bulge. He jerked upward, holding a hand against the sensitive
skin, exclaiming 'She kicked me!'
'Oh, but sweet Legolas, She kicks much more like a He.'
Thranduil shook his head and left, closing the door behind him, muttering about
lovesick fools, and smiling and he waltzed down the hall. If one where to ask
how he was, he would scoop them into a undignified hug and cry out very
un-soberly, that he was to be a grandfather.
****
'Do you think he will be angry?'
'Nay, Legolas! Why would he have reason to be angry! The Lady has given you a
fine bow! If anything, he will bristle with jealousy.' Rohanna handed the
Lothlorian bow back to her love.
From the floor, a quiet 'Papa?' was heard. The elf in question laughed at the
common word, and the elfling grinned, before climbing up to look over the bow.
'Papa? you will show me how to use it, won't you? when I am bigger?'
'Of course, little one. But this one will stay with me. I will show you on the
bow I made. Well you are old enough, I will look for Haldir, for he still has it
at his home.'
At this the elfling smiled, and went to find his grandfather to annoy.
Rohanna turned, expression serious. 'Do you think that your fellowship can
succeed? With Mithrandir gone, are you sure that you will not fail again?'
The prince sighed 'If we fail, you must promise to leave, and to take our son
with you. Tell father, of course, and flee. Far from these woods, for they will
be the first to be lost. Use you judgment to guild you, but be careful. I know
not where you should go, but if you need to, go to the Havens.'
'Let us pray it will not come to that'
****
Legolas the Prince of Mirkwood stood before the spider. Behind him, his wife and
son fled the woods they had called home.
Angered that it was to loose this meal, the Spider took the warrior on
head-to-head. The warrior won, but not before the spider placed a well aimed,
venomous bite to the Elf. Body wracked in pain, the Elf-warrior could not defend
himself from the last stand of orcs that tried to recall the darkness that fled
the forest. They slayed the elf prince, and continued into the Forrest after the
others.
They easily caught up to the mother and child. The fallen elf mother delayed
them in getting to her child, who fled to the mountain caves, while the orcs
attacked her.
Thranduil and the remains of his army arrived, and obliterated the last of the
orcs left in Middle Earth. Rohanna was rushed to the healers, and all the bodies
of all the dead vanished as the trees mourned the deaths. Perhaps now, the
fighting would pause. And perhaps darkness would remain locked away. For the
time being.
Far off, a elfling fell in the mountain caves. He would not wake on his own, and
his mind found the past to much to remember. When a kindly dwarf roused him, he
could remember nothing.
1. Flashes of the Past
2. Lyt Guyll Fyr
3. He lives! no not leggy, he's dead
G - English - General - Published: 12-17-03
Author:Eldameldo aka Bill the Pony
Rating: uh...I don't have a clue. PG?
Disclaimer: Of Course I own LOTR, that's why I was a fricken' pony!
Summary: a story about an elfling. Um, if you like Legolas(which I do) you might
get mixed feelings on this story. This is an introduction, and this : **** means
new flashback. Is in chronological order.
Chapter One: Flashes of the Past
Stars shone brightly over Mirkwood that night. Brighter that usual. But perhaps
they did because to couple walking under them wished it to be so. The fair
prince walked with his virtuous love, hand in hand. They paused every once in a
while to gaze upward into the heavens. The night was quiet, so the two picked up
the sound of another with ease. The king was approaching.
'Good evening, milord'
The king nodded to his son's lady. 'And to you as well, Rohanna'
The king then turned to his son, who bowed his head slightly at the Elf-king
with a polite 'Father' The king returned the gesture and the two walked on. 'Oi,
Legolas! You watch yourself. As fun as it is to be a rabbit, all those little
ones can add up quickly. Just look at Lord Elrond, of Rivendell. He has three
now, and I pity him greatly! He looks so old! Anywho, I'm not saying you can't,
just that you should be cautious.'
And with that, the Elf-king walked off.
Legolas stood there, blinking, blush slowly spreading across his face as he
thought about the advise. He finally turned to his lady. 'Did Father... did he
just... I can't believe he...Rohanna... I have never heard my Father speak like
that!'
Rohanna clasped Legolas' hand. 'Dearest, are you thinking he was trying to say
something else?'
The prince smiled softly, blush still evident. 'Perhaps'
****
Legolas ran full speed toward his home. His company and returned, briefly, and
them elf was anxious to see his wife. His father met him in the Hall, quietly
reminding him that one *walks* though the palace.
Inside the Elf's room, sat his Rohanna. She smiled upon his return, and
cautiously stood. The bulge in her elfin features told of her predicament.
'Legolas, you ran awfully fast, to get here today! I pray your mount is still
alive, and you did not abandoned the poor thing on you way!'
Legolas embraced her and the two sat down. As they talked, Legolas placed his
ear against the bulge. He jerked upward, holding a hand against the sensitive
skin, exclaiming 'She kicked me!'
'Oh, but sweet Legolas, She kicks much more like a He.'
Thranduil shook his head and left, closing the door behind him, muttering about
lovesick fools, and smiling and he waltzed down the hall. If one where to ask
how he was, he would scoop them into a undignified hug and cry out very
un-soberly, that he was to be a grandfather.
****
'Do you think he will be angry?'
'Nay, Legolas! Why would he have reason to be angry! The Lady has given you a
fine bow! If anything, he will bristle with jealousy.' Rohanna handed the
Lothlorian bow back to her love.
From the floor, a quiet 'Papa?' was heard. The elf in question laughed at the
common word, and the elfling grinned, before climbing up to look over the bow.
'Papa? you will show me how to use it, won't you? when I am bigger?'
'Of course, little one. But this one will stay with me. I will show you on the
bow I made. Well you are old enough, I will look for Haldir, for he still has it
at his home.'
At this the elfling smiled, and went to find his grandfather to annoy.
Rohanna turned, expression serious. 'Do you think that your fellowship can
succeed? With Mithrandir gone, are you sure that you will not fail again?'
The prince sighed 'If we fail, you must promise to leave, and to take our son
with you. Tell father, of course, and flee. Far from these woods, for they will
be the first to be lost. Use you judgment to guild you, but be careful. I know
not where you should go, but if you need to, go to the Havens.'
'Let us pray it will not come to that'
****
Legolas the Prince of Mirkwood stood before the spider. Behind him, his wife and
son fled the woods they had called home.
Angered that it was to loose this meal, the Spider took the warrior on
head-to-head. The warrior won, but not before the spider placed a well aimed,
venomous bite to the Elf. Body wracked in pain, the Elf-warrior could not defend
himself from the last stand of orcs that tried to recall the darkness that fled
the forest. They slayed the elf prince, and continued into the Forrest after the
others.
They easily caught up to the mother and child. The fallen elf mother delayed
them in getting to her child, who fled to the mountain caves, while the orcs
attacked her.
Thranduil and the remains of his army arrived, and obliterated the last of the
orcs left in Middle Earth. Rohanna was rushed to the healers, and all the bodies
of all the dead vanished as the trees mourned the deaths. Perhaps now, the
fighting would pause. And perhaps darkness would remain locked away. For the
time being.
Far off, a elfling fell in the mountain caves. He would not wake on his own, and
his mind found the past to much to remember. When a kindly dwarf roused him, he
could remember nothing.