Title: Believe in the Stars
Summery: Mirkwood is under threat from the dark forces of Sauron, and several other creatures in Middle Earth that have been persuaded to join him in his quest for power. A web of lies, deceit, love, hate and trust wraps itself around the Halls of Thranduil, ensnaring one unlucky prince in the creeping darkness. ( A bit AU, but pretty much true to Tolkien - or at least I think so )
Category: Romance and Angst. ( Yes, everyone, this *is* a Romance. You've been properly warned, but I promise you, this is not your gushy 'ohmygod ohmygod I'm so beautiful, everyone wants to marry me, Legolas dies of grief because I don't love him' romance...this is your basic Middle Earthen Romance full of treachery, deceit, and of course, stars. :)
Rating: Currently PG-13, but rating could go up.
Author: SteLLa
Disclaimer: Middle Earth and all it's devices and creations belong to J.R. Tolkien, not me. The plot is mine and some of the original characters, but everything else belongs to J.R. Tolkien, so don't sue me. :)
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Bright blue eyes peered out from the foliage, searching the surrounding trees with a practiced gaze. Sharp eyes listened intently for any hint of his prey, and a heart pounded beneath finely toned chest. Tightly clenched hands slowly reached behind a halo of golden locks to finger a beautifully made bow, and his eyes narrowed intently.
Legolas Greenleaf was on the hunt.
Not for deer, as he was want to do, or for Orc even, as sometimes the foul creatures would wander into the quickly darkening forest of Mirkwood, his home, and he would go on patrol to ensure they met a timely demise. However, this time he was hunting something much worse, much more despicable, much more disgusting...much more foul.
A spy.
How an elf could ever turn against it's own kin, it's own kind was a concept completely foreign to the elven prince. Raised as Prince Royal in the renowned courts of his father, Thranduil King of Mirkwood, loyalty, duty and honor were household words, drilled into the young Prince's head since he was a young elfling. How anyone could betray their people to support Sauron was so...vile that it brought a bitter taste to his mouth.
But despite the misgivings and disgust of the Royal Family on the subject of backstabbers and spies, it was not an uncommon thing. Sauron's power was returning - anyone who wished to deny this was a fool. The Dark Lord's power to encourage treachery and deceit was great, and far too many tiny elven communities had fallen into Sauron's hands.
For the most disturbing piece of news that came with Sauron's return was it's primary location. In the forests of Mirkwood, in its most Southern depths, shadows took form and claimed lives, and evil began to flourish. Mirkwood had become a breeding ground of malevolence.
Hints that spies would soon be placed in Mirkwood's courts were given by Elrond, Lord of Rivendell. It appeared that the gift of foresight had once again blessed the Half Elf, and he had willingly shared his knowledge.
Sauron had decided to seize all of Mirkwood and was using his well-placed spies to draw the noose tighter around the palace's throat.
But Legolas was determined to stop it. Which was why he was paused now, his hands almost invisible to the untrained eye as he notched his bow. Any minute now...
Suddenly, he felt his sense go on high alert. Something was coming.
He closed his eyes softly, and let his soul fly up to the trees, that he may learn their secrets and see what they saw. Listening to their whispering song, they warned him..
'Beware of the treachery of strangers...beware of the lies of evil...traitors approach...'
Being of elven kind, he had the ability to converse with trees and now he thanked them feverently for their warning and opened one eye and aimed.
A second later, a cloaked mystery stepped into the clearing.
Legolas took a deep breath, steadied his hand, acting in the name of Mirkwood and his father, and let his arrow fly.
Summery: Mirkwood is under threat from the dark forces of Sauron, and several other creatures in Middle Earth that have been persuaded to join him in his quest for power. A web of lies, deceit, love, hate and trust wraps itself around the Halls of Thranduil, ensnaring one unlucky prince in the creeping darkness. ( A bit AU, but pretty much true to Tolkien - or at least I think so )
Category: Romance and Angst. ( Yes, everyone, this *is* a Romance. You've been properly warned, but I promise you, this is not your gushy 'ohmygod ohmygod I'm so beautiful, everyone wants to marry me, Legolas dies of grief because I don't love him' romance...this is your basic Middle Earthen Romance full of treachery, deceit, and of course, stars. :)
Rating: Currently PG-13, but rating could go up.
Author: SteLLa
Disclaimer: Middle Earth and all it's devices and creations belong to J.R. Tolkien, not me. The plot is mine and some of the original characters, but everything else belongs to J.R. Tolkien, so don't sue me. :)
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Bright blue eyes peered out from the foliage, searching the surrounding trees with a practiced gaze. Sharp eyes listened intently for any hint of his prey, and a heart pounded beneath finely toned chest. Tightly clenched hands slowly reached behind a halo of golden locks to finger a beautifully made bow, and his eyes narrowed intently.
Legolas Greenleaf was on the hunt.
Not for deer, as he was want to do, or for Orc even, as sometimes the foul creatures would wander into the quickly darkening forest of Mirkwood, his home, and he would go on patrol to ensure they met a timely demise. However, this time he was hunting something much worse, much more despicable, much more disgusting...much more foul.
A spy.
How an elf could ever turn against it's own kin, it's own kind was a concept completely foreign to the elven prince. Raised as Prince Royal in the renowned courts of his father, Thranduil King of Mirkwood, loyalty, duty and honor were household words, drilled into the young Prince's head since he was a young elfling. How anyone could betray their people to support Sauron was so...vile that it brought a bitter taste to his mouth.
But despite the misgivings and disgust of the Royal Family on the subject of backstabbers and spies, it was not an uncommon thing. Sauron's power was returning - anyone who wished to deny this was a fool. The Dark Lord's power to encourage treachery and deceit was great, and far too many tiny elven communities had fallen into Sauron's hands.
For the most disturbing piece of news that came with Sauron's return was it's primary location. In the forests of Mirkwood, in its most Southern depths, shadows took form and claimed lives, and evil began to flourish. Mirkwood had become a breeding ground of malevolence.
Hints that spies would soon be placed in Mirkwood's courts were given by Elrond, Lord of Rivendell. It appeared that the gift of foresight had once again blessed the Half Elf, and he had willingly shared his knowledge.
Sauron had decided to seize all of Mirkwood and was using his well-placed spies to draw the noose tighter around the palace's throat.
But Legolas was determined to stop it. Which was why he was paused now, his hands almost invisible to the untrained eye as he notched his bow. Any minute now...
Suddenly, he felt his sense go on high alert. Something was coming.
He closed his eyes softly, and let his soul fly up to the trees, that he may learn their secrets and see what they saw. Listening to their whispering song, they warned him..
'Beware of the treachery of strangers...beware of the lies of evil...traitors approach...'
Being of elven kind, he had the ability to converse with trees and now he thanked them feverently for their warning and opened one eye and aimed.
A second later, a cloaked mystery stepped into the clearing.
Legolas took a deep breath, steadied his hand, acting in the name of Mirkwood and his father, and let his arrow fly.