Title: A Search for Peace
Author: Helaku
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Legolas/OFC, Aragorn/Boromir
Disclaimer: I don't own LOTR and I own none of the characters in this fanfic except for Helaku, Helaku's mother and her sisters. So I beg you not to sue me plz!
Author's Note: Thanks, A, for the new title. I love your creativity. This fanfic will include some slash - not much but some, and it is defiantly a non-canonical Mary-Sue. Please read and review so I know what you thought. Constructive criticism is welcome as long as you don't tear my work to shreds. I hope you like it.
Chapter 1: Meeting Helaku
It was a beautiful morning in Rivendell when Helaku decided it was time to say her final goodbye.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
"Okay, I'll be back in an hour or so." I told my uncle as I mounted my horse.
"I'll depend on the 'or so' considering you're never back on time," my uncle replied placing a hand on the reins so I couldn't ride off, "Just make sure you are back on time to greet the council members."
"Okay, I'll be back in time, but you know me. I just."
"Get caught up in things," he finished, "I know you're a free spirit, Helaku, just like your mother."
"I know; you tell me everyday. I'll see you later.
As I rode over the beautiful landscape of Middle-Earth, enjoying the feel of the wind Sifting through my hair and beating against my face, I thought about my mother. She died a while ago-like 100 years ago, but then again to an Elf that isn't that long-, and I haven't been able to move on, I mean come on, who am I kidding, my mom was killed in the dungeons of Barad-Dur, why should I have an easy time moving on?
I rode for what seemed to be hours on end, and I finally entered the place I was going- my mother's memorial. I got down from my horse and knelt respectively in front of the statue of my mother. I let my head fall and cried silent tears hidden by my long blonde hair. I whispered the first prayer she taught me sending her my blessing. I can't let go of her memory I just can't.
I knelt there for two hours saying Elvish prayers and reciting ancient chants that I thought were beautiful.
"Helaku," a gentle voice said behind me, "it's been one-hundred years. You must move on, she'd want you to be happy."
"It's not easy, Marianna," I answered turning to face my sister, "We were so close I can't possibly let her memory go."
"Then don't let it go, just stop letting it effect you so much.
"Well, Uncle Elrond sent me to come get you. The council members are arriving soon and it's important to him that we are there."
"Why? When?"
"Um, because we're his family and soon."
"How soon?"
"Ummmm, judging by the sun, half-hour soon."
"Damn! We won't make it back in time; we're an hour away from Rivendell."
"If we leave now, we should reach Imladris before the council members."
"I'll race you back." I challenged already heading towards my horse.
"Wait, you're starting an unfair race."
"Oh, deal with it, Marianna!" I shouted mounting my horse and started racing my sister to the House of Elrond.
As we neared the river that marked the border of Rivendell, I noticed a group of people who were just a little bit ahead of us.
"What do you wanna bet that they are the ones we are supposed to be greeting," I yelled gesturing to the group.
"Elrond will kill us if they get there before us," Marianna replied, her face slowly losing its natural glow.
"I'll take care of it just ride past me really fast and don't stop. I'll catch up with you," I shouted nudging my horse to go faster.
When I passed the group, thankfully before they crossed the river, I got far enough ahead to turn back and block their path.
"Move out of the way you foolish, little girl," one of the men ordered as they came to a stop. None of them looked too happy.
Hey! No one tells me what to do. Well, except for Elrond but that's
a totally different story. I have NO choices when it comes to Elrond.
"Where are you heading?" I asked deciding to ignore the rude request.
A rather attractive elf answers my question. "Imladris."
My heartbeat sped up hearing those words. "Don't hurry. There's no Reason to." I turned around and sped off home.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Just as I entered the gait, a little boy ran over to take care of my horse because I had other things to tend to.
Elrond saw me heading over /and since we are the only two people greeting these visitors he has keen eyesight for my missing presence/ and whispered softly in my ear, "Le ab-dollen, Helaku."
"I know but they aren't here, yet."
Just as I finished my sentence, the group I had distracted rode in looking a little confused and very pissed off.
"Welcome to Rivendell, my friends." Elrond greeted cheerfully, as always.
They dismounted their horses and greeted Elrond in the same manner. It was then that Elrond turned to me. Oh no. I don't want to meet MORE people.
"Helaku, come and meet the council members."
I groaned softly in protest and walked over as gracefully As I can, which isn't too graceful. Elrond is looking at me as if he expects me to recognize someone. I can see it in his eyes.
So I carefully scan the crowd, and I recognize an elderly man.
"Gandalf!" I scream glomping the poor guy. "Oh, its so good to see you again."
"Likewise," he answers backing up slightly to get a good look at me. "My, how you've grown. Where is the little elfling, I used to entertain?" he teased. "Not funny," I tell him and blush lightly.
Elrond stepped forward and put his hands on my shoulders with a light squeeze, meaning act your age.
His hand gestures to that attractive elf and says, "Helaku, this is Legolas of Mirkwood, son of Thranduil. Legolas, this is my niece Helaku, daughter of Lyanne."
"It's a pleasure," he replies lightly kissing the back of my hand. Damn, he's hot.
"No, the pleasure is all mine."
"If you don't mind me asking, are you the."
"Legolas," Elrond cut in, "let's not bring that up." He then turned to a gruff looking man who is desperate need of a Bath, in my opinion. "This is Estél, maybe you remember him as a child?"
"Hello," he says lightly bowing.
"Hello. Oh, I remember you."
I met the rest of the group, um, three hobbits; Boromir, son of Denethor; some dwarves; and more elves.
"Sorry, I called you a little girl, for you are not," Boromir tells me. He's looking me with a weird look on his face, and his eyes have this sparkle that is somewhat frightening, for I have no interest in mortal men.
"Well, that's ok," I replied politely, "Let me show you to the Dining Hall where we are holding the party."
Author: Helaku
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Legolas/OFC, Aragorn/Boromir
Disclaimer: I don't own LOTR and I own none of the characters in this fanfic except for Helaku, Helaku's mother and her sisters. So I beg you not to sue me plz!
Author's Note: Thanks, A, for the new title. I love your creativity. This fanfic will include some slash - not much but some, and it is defiantly a non-canonical Mary-Sue. Please read and review so I know what you thought. Constructive criticism is welcome as long as you don't tear my work to shreds. I hope you like it.
Chapter 1: Meeting Helaku
It was a beautiful morning in Rivendell when Helaku decided it was time to say her final goodbye.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
"Okay, I'll be back in an hour or so." I told my uncle as I mounted my horse.
"I'll depend on the 'or so' considering you're never back on time," my uncle replied placing a hand on the reins so I couldn't ride off, "Just make sure you are back on time to greet the council members."
"Okay, I'll be back in time, but you know me. I just."
"Get caught up in things," he finished, "I know you're a free spirit, Helaku, just like your mother."
"I know; you tell me everyday. I'll see you later.
As I rode over the beautiful landscape of Middle-Earth, enjoying the feel of the wind Sifting through my hair and beating against my face, I thought about my mother. She died a while ago-like 100 years ago, but then again to an Elf that isn't that long-, and I haven't been able to move on, I mean come on, who am I kidding, my mom was killed in the dungeons of Barad-Dur, why should I have an easy time moving on?
I rode for what seemed to be hours on end, and I finally entered the place I was going- my mother's memorial. I got down from my horse and knelt respectively in front of the statue of my mother. I let my head fall and cried silent tears hidden by my long blonde hair. I whispered the first prayer she taught me sending her my blessing. I can't let go of her memory I just can't.
I knelt there for two hours saying Elvish prayers and reciting ancient chants that I thought were beautiful.
"Helaku," a gentle voice said behind me, "it's been one-hundred years. You must move on, she'd want you to be happy."
"It's not easy, Marianna," I answered turning to face my sister, "We were so close I can't possibly let her memory go."
"Then don't let it go, just stop letting it effect you so much.
"Well, Uncle Elrond sent me to come get you. The council members are arriving soon and it's important to him that we are there."
"Why? When?"
"Um, because we're his family and soon."
"How soon?"
"Ummmm, judging by the sun, half-hour soon."
"Damn! We won't make it back in time; we're an hour away from Rivendell."
"If we leave now, we should reach Imladris before the council members."
"I'll race you back." I challenged already heading towards my horse.
"Wait, you're starting an unfair race."
"Oh, deal with it, Marianna!" I shouted mounting my horse and started racing my sister to the House of Elrond.
As we neared the river that marked the border of Rivendell, I noticed a group of people who were just a little bit ahead of us.
"What do you wanna bet that they are the ones we are supposed to be greeting," I yelled gesturing to the group.
"Elrond will kill us if they get there before us," Marianna replied, her face slowly losing its natural glow.
"I'll take care of it just ride past me really fast and don't stop. I'll catch up with you," I shouted nudging my horse to go faster.
When I passed the group, thankfully before they crossed the river, I got far enough ahead to turn back and block their path.
"Move out of the way you foolish, little girl," one of the men ordered as they came to a stop. None of them looked too happy.
Hey! No one tells me what to do. Well, except for Elrond but that's
a totally different story. I have NO choices when it comes to Elrond.
"Where are you heading?" I asked deciding to ignore the rude request.
A rather attractive elf answers my question. "Imladris."
My heartbeat sped up hearing those words. "Don't hurry. There's no Reason to." I turned around and sped off home.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Just as I entered the gait, a little boy ran over to take care of my horse because I had other things to tend to.
Elrond saw me heading over /and since we are the only two people greeting these visitors he has keen eyesight for my missing presence/ and whispered softly in my ear, "Le ab-dollen, Helaku."
"I know but they aren't here, yet."
Just as I finished my sentence, the group I had distracted rode in looking a little confused and very pissed off.
"Welcome to Rivendell, my friends." Elrond greeted cheerfully, as always.
They dismounted their horses and greeted Elrond in the same manner. It was then that Elrond turned to me. Oh no. I don't want to meet MORE people.
"Helaku, come and meet the council members."
I groaned softly in protest and walked over as gracefully As I can, which isn't too graceful. Elrond is looking at me as if he expects me to recognize someone. I can see it in his eyes.
So I carefully scan the crowd, and I recognize an elderly man.
"Gandalf!" I scream glomping the poor guy. "Oh, its so good to see you again."
"Likewise," he answers backing up slightly to get a good look at me. "My, how you've grown. Where is the little elfling, I used to entertain?" he teased. "Not funny," I tell him and blush lightly.
Elrond stepped forward and put his hands on my shoulders with a light squeeze, meaning act your age.
His hand gestures to that attractive elf and says, "Helaku, this is Legolas of Mirkwood, son of Thranduil. Legolas, this is my niece Helaku, daughter of Lyanne."
"It's a pleasure," he replies lightly kissing the back of my hand. Damn, he's hot.
"No, the pleasure is all mine."
"If you don't mind me asking, are you the."
"Legolas," Elrond cut in, "let's not bring that up." He then turned to a gruff looking man who is desperate need of a Bath, in my opinion. "This is Estél, maybe you remember him as a child?"
"Hello," he says lightly bowing.
"Hello. Oh, I remember you."
I met the rest of the group, um, three hobbits; Boromir, son of Denethor; some dwarves; and more elves.
"Sorry, I called you a little girl, for you are not," Boromir tells me. He's looking me with a weird look on his face, and his eyes have this sparkle that is somewhat frightening, for I have no interest in mortal men.
"Well, that's ok," I replied politely, "Let me show you to the Dining Hall where we are holding the party."