Author's Note:

First of all I would like to announce that this BEGINS a Legomance, with a few unexpected twists, and will turn out NOT to be a Legomance at all, so don't run away!

Even though I hate to admit it, I don't own LotR! *cries*

Second, I would like to say something before a heap of flames start flooding in. Even though this story is parody it is not always humor, because while it satirizes Finlos' passing most of it is meant to be quite serious. Please don't flame me saying that this story isn't funny, unless you want to be mentally unhealthy just like me and do so anyway :)

YES, THAT'S RIGHT PEOPLE! LEGOLAS' LOVER IN THIS STORY IS NOT MODELED ON MYSELF!!! I AM AN INDIVIDUAL WHO IS NOT A MANIAC OF THE FELLOW ELF [even though we all love him dearly ~_~], UNLIKE MY EXTREMELY LOVESICK FRIEND FINLOS!!!

Enjoy ^_^

With love, Fëaruin

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The Secret Tale of Finlos

Prologue

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Account of findings from the well-known tales of Finlos Kallesilya

Year 3019, S.R. 1419

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I… have… discovered… something… very… astonishing.

It is well known, from the accounts of the Elven Prince Legolas of Mirkwood, the tales of love that occurred between him and Finlos Kallesilya. It was a perilous and grievous infatuation that ultimately ended in tragedy. Writings and the Elven Prince himself tell the tale of Finlos' great secret in identity… the endless tears of the heartbroken Mirkwood Prince at the loss of the love of his soul… the life of his fair and remarkable lover, the adventures and sufferings and hardships she'd faced. Would you like to hear it?

…Wherefore do I write this as though I am speaking to someone? Be that as it may…

Finlos Kallesilya. Few knew her, although many recognized the sad tale. She was the beautiful daughter of Lossë, younger sister of Lord Celeborn of Lothlórien, and Bungo Oldbuck, an even-tempered Hobbit who one day long past had saved her and won her hand. The result was a blossoming daughter whose beauty was extraordinary; her hair was white, radiant like the light that emanated from Telperion, from the legends of the Elder Days… her eyes were a stunning blue, like the sky, and she inherited her father's gentle nature, and her mother's exquisite beauty.

She was innocent, but often playfully stubborn, and very, very tireless. Her naïvety was what brought the tale to its anguished end- for she once petted a silver wolf, which snapped at her; the wound of the bite metamorphosed the Half-Hobbit-Elf into a werewolf, which no-one else knew, not even the unknown Elf that she was soon to love.

A century later Finlos had been grieved at the death of her half-sister Sinta, the Hobbit-daughter of Oldbuck; wandering in the forests she met the most charming Elf that she had ever seen, and dazed by her love, they grew affectionately closer. Legolas, the Crown Prince of the Elven Kingdom of Mirkwood was he, and he exceedingly loved the headstrong yet innocent Finlos. They spent all their time together, and it greatly pleased them both.

However Finlos' silence of her true identity led to her departure; for misguided attempts to save Finlos occurred, and Legolas, not knowing that a werewolf Finlos was…

Finlos rests at last in the West, and in his grief Prince Legolas recorded these tales in an account that was known by many, who mourned for him. But after long years without suspicion I, Fëaruin Urulókë of Mordor (a reformed Nazgûl of my former master Sauron, believe it or not… hmm), ultimately gathered these tales, being dominated by monotony, and discovered something horribly wrong. In Legolas' accounts, there was a very strange mystery, and very subtle flaw.

Legolas now yet reclines on the grass outside, surrendering to the wild, playful fashion of his two children. However, Finlos did not mother fair Raniell and Laurelothril, for she had already passed into the Halls of Mandos long before their birth. A searing suspicion arose; for even though the Mirkwood Elf had claimed to have wept long during the night while wounded Finlos bled to death in his arms, a blemish in the tales almost yelled that something was not right. Suppressing an urge to batter my head on the table that I did not see it before, even though the fact that he had fathered two children who were not Finlos' was so terribly obvious, I marched out to the Elf, and demanded to know the hidden truth behind the accounts.

I had a right to choke him [or at least I hoped]; besides, his youngest sister Avardelothien was my brother's wife (and for another point, I seem to remember one occasion a millennia before when he had done something that made me very very angry and completely destroyed our friendship)*. That worked considerably, for after numerous accounts of strangling him, the flaws were revealed. He had intentionally excluded most of the truth in the knowledge that many were to read his "sad" tale; and thus faithlessly he revealed what he had ever hidden from his accounts: The Secret Tale of Finlos.

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* Read The Tale of Fëagurth, also written by me

[Author's Note:

Sorry so short, but you like? Should I continue?

This actually is my first LotR fic and I am inexperienced in the ways of… LotR fic-writing!

Be kind-hearted, and click that blue button down there and leave me a review!

Luv, Fëaruin]