ONE DAY----------------------------
(A.N. I've been getting tired when Legolas meets a girl, falls instantly in love, she dies, (And/or) They kiss like crazy. This is different.)
*Starts off in The Fellowship of the Rings:
The whole fellowship was bedded down for the night. While a fire was too dangerous, the group huddled around each other like there was one anyway. Somehow it made the chill nights easier to deal with.
"But are you sure?" Sam asked quietly.
"Of course I'm sure." Boromir said nonchalantly. "All you have to do is tell the girl and she'll like you."
"I don't know." Sam said sadly. "Rosie is very smart. She'd probably think I'm an idiot."
"Oh come on Sam!" Pippen said brightly. "Have some faith in yourself!"
Sam rolled his eyes. "Well, have YOU ever fallen in love Pip!"
"Of course." Pippen said, then played at being dreamy-eyed. "It was frosted in icing and tasted so sweet!"
Frodo laughed. "You're talking about karat cake."
"Well he asked me if I ever fell in love!" Pippen said defensively.
"I'm not so sure I should be asking you about it anyway." Sam said to Boromir. "Have YOU ever had a girlfriend?"
"Of course." Boromir said.
"How many?" Merry asked.
Boromir paused, and it was a pity the rest of the fellowship couldn't see him trying to remember the exact number. But it was dark after all. "Eight." He paused again. "I think. Maybe ten."
Frodo laughed. "TEN girlfriends!"
"What can I say?" Boromir answered.
"What about you?" Frodo asked Aragorn.
"Only one." Aragorn replied simply.
At that, there was a strange pause. Everyone knew exactly who that one was, but didn't know if to make light of it, or not. They chose not.
"What about you?" Boromir said, pointing to Legolas. "How many girlfriends did you have Elvish Prince?"
Legolas paused, and everyone waited in anticipation. "One."
Gimli laughed. He was not quite sure if he liked the elf yet, and could find nothing better to kid him a little. "Only one? And you being an Elf prince!"
"Was she an elf too?" Sam asked curiously.
"Of course!" Legolas said, only a little insulted.
"Well." Frodo's voice was laughing again. "What did she look like?"
"Probably as ugly as sin." Gimli mumbled.
"No." Legolas said quietly. "Prettier than the mountains."
There was another pause. Finally, Pippen said what was on everyone's mind. "Go on!"
"Her name was Orian of the house of Silvaar." Legolas said this as if it didn't mean anything at all. "Her great aunt is The Lady of the Light, Galadriel. She had brown hair that went to her ankles, it blonde in it. Dark green eyes."
"What happened?" Aragorn asked quietly.
"Her brother and I rode into battle one fateful day." Legolas paused. "Her brother saved my life, but could not save his own. Her father blamed me for his only son's death. She was banned from speaking to me."
For the first time, Gandalf spoke. "Knowing elves I doubt her father's wishes could keep you apart."
"You're right." Legolas answered. "She didn't obey his wishes." Legolas paused, and all were silent as he wondered if he should go on. "One day I found she was gone. Her father took her away during the night, and nobody knew where they went. I searched for years to find her, but I wasn't able to."
"Perhaps to the undying lands?" Gandalf said quietly.
"Perhaps." Legolas said.
"Such a sad story." Sam whispered. "Maybe you'll run into her some day."
Legolas let go a long, audible sigh. Somehow it was incredibly sad, and the rest of the fellowship felt it, even the dwarf. "Maybe some day."
*****Lothlorien
"He has fallen in the shadow." Galadriel said quietly, if not with more awe then anything else.
Legolas nodded sadly. "He was taken by both Shadow and Flame: a Balrog of Morgoth. For we went needlessly into the net of Moria"
Gimli hangs his head, feeling that it was partially his fault for Gandalf's death.
Galadriel sees Gimli's grief. "Needless were none of the deeds of Gandalf in life. We do not yet know his whole purpose. Do not let the great emptiness of Khazad-dûm fill your heart, Gimli, son of Glóin."
Gimli looks up.
"For the world has grown full of peril. And in all lands, love is now mingled with grief." Galdriel said quietly. She turned to Legolas, and continued to speak, but her words uttered were not what the young elf heard in his mind.
*Legolas,* Galdriel whispered into his mind. *Legolas of the Woodland Relm. She's waiting for you. Who I speak of you know all too well. She is glad that you have finally arrived.*
Legolas looked at her wide-eyed, and then her voice left his head. He glanced around at the rest of the fellowship- and saw that they too had heard the words of the Lady of the Light, but from their reactions, she had spoken differently to them. Boromir was in tears, while Frodo was staring at Galdriel with all the awe a Hobbit could conceive.
"Do not let your hearts be troubled." Galadriel said, comfortingly. "Go now and rest for you are weary with sorrow and much toil. Tonight you will sleep in peace."
***LATER
Frodo could not sleep. As much as he tried he could not close an eyelid. The strange blue lighting was calming, but he could not sleep. The terrible site of the shire burning, and the Eye still was vivid in his mind. He stared up at the endless sky of the great trees. Somehow the Elves always seemed so sad, almost weeping behind their eyes. Even when they smiled. He saw it in Galdriel's eyes, even Legolas. Perhaps they knew how the world was in such a great danger, or perhaps they were sad because they were leaving Middle Earth. Would he one day be so sad?
Suddenly, he heard a voice. It was like cinnamon, if cinnamon had a sound. Slow, and whispered, almost like a lullaby but a calling at the same time. Frodo looked over to where the voice was coming from.
"Verrinth ne." She whispered. *Awake*
Frodo would have gasped if he could have mustered the breath. He saw an elven maiden of such beauty that she could have surpassed Galdriel. Her long brown hair fell across her left shoulder, it graced the ground where it fell and pooled upon. She knelt over Legolas. Her gown was the same spotless white as her great aunt's, and her long slender neck bent low over the archer elf. Frodo was still as the earth he laid, if the elf was just a dream from his weary mind he would not do a thing to make her vanish.
Legolas stirred in his sleep, tossing his head from left to right.
The elven maiden rested a soft hand on his chest. "Merrids le charth Legolas." *Awake Legolas. You dreem.*
Legolas felt the movement on his chest, and his hand snapped up, grabbing her wrist before his eyes had come into focus.
His grip was tight, and her slender wrist was almost crushed in his hand. She yelped quietly from the pain.
When Legolas's eyes did clear, he gazed up at her. "Orian." He gasped.
Orian didn't move, she kept her green eyes staring strait into his. "Recilt lycith shi, yieren." She whispered. *It is only I, my old friend.*
Legolas stared. Part of him refused to believe his eyes; his mind told him that he was being bewitched by a spell of some sort. Finally, he let go of her tiny wrist.
"Evest shi yacsey." Orian said quietly. *It has been many years."
Legolas nodded. He wanted to draw her into a desperate hug, hold her close. But it had been many years. So many years.
Frodo watched as the elves tried to speak, and was surprised that no matter how long you live, or how tall you were, love had the same difficulties. Just as it was for Sam, Legolas struggled to express himself to the one he chose above all. Frodo did know Legolas loved the maiden, because he remembered the sadness he felt when the elf had expressed when he spoke of losing her. But would he lose her again?
-To be continued!
(A.n. I don't know. It's a new idea.)
(A.N. I've been getting tired when Legolas meets a girl, falls instantly in love, she dies, (And/or) They kiss like crazy. This is different.)
*Starts off in The Fellowship of the Rings:
The whole fellowship was bedded down for the night. While a fire was too dangerous, the group huddled around each other like there was one anyway. Somehow it made the chill nights easier to deal with.
"But are you sure?" Sam asked quietly.
"Of course I'm sure." Boromir said nonchalantly. "All you have to do is tell the girl and she'll like you."
"I don't know." Sam said sadly. "Rosie is very smart. She'd probably think I'm an idiot."
"Oh come on Sam!" Pippen said brightly. "Have some faith in yourself!"
Sam rolled his eyes. "Well, have YOU ever fallen in love Pip!"
"Of course." Pippen said, then played at being dreamy-eyed. "It was frosted in icing and tasted so sweet!"
Frodo laughed. "You're talking about karat cake."
"Well he asked me if I ever fell in love!" Pippen said defensively.
"I'm not so sure I should be asking you about it anyway." Sam said to Boromir. "Have YOU ever had a girlfriend?"
"Of course." Boromir said.
"How many?" Merry asked.
Boromir paused, and it was a pity the rest of the fellowship couldn't see him trying to remember the exact number. But it was dark after all. "Eight." He paused again. "I think. Maybe ten."
Frodo laughed. "TEN girlfriends!"
"What can I say?" Boromir answered.
"What about you?" Frodo asked Aragorn.
"Only one." Aragorn replied simply.
At that, there was a strange pause. Everyone knew exactly who that one was, but didn't know if to make light of it, or not. They chose not.
"What about you?" Boromir said, pointing to Legolas. "How many girlfriends did you have Elvish Prince?"
Legolas paused, and everyone waited in anticipation. "One."
Gimli laughed. He was not quite sure if he liked the elf yet, and could find nothing better to kid him a little. "Only one? And you being an Elf prince!"
"Was she an elf too?" Sam asked curiously.
"Of course!" Legolas said, only a little insulted.
"Well." Frodo's voice was laughing again. "What did she look like?"
"Probably as ugly as sin." Gimli mumbled.
"No." Legolas said quietly. "Prettier than the mountains."
There was another pause. Finally, Pippen said what was on everyone's mind. "Go on!"
"Her name was Orian of the house of Silvaar." Legolas said this as if it didn't mean anything at all. "Her great aunt is The Lady of the Light, Galadriel. She had brown hair that went to her ankles, it blonde in it. Dark green eyes."
"What happened?" Aragorn asked quietly.
"Her brother and I rode into battle one fateful day." Legolas paused. "Her brother saved my life, but could not save his own. Her father blamed me for his only son's death. She was banned from speaking to me."
For the first time, Gandalf spoke. "Knowing elves I doubt her father's wishes could keep you apart."
"You're right." Legolas answered. "She didn't obey his wishes." Legolas paused, and all were silent as he wondered if he should go on. "One day I found she was gone. Her father took her away during the night, and nobody knew where they went. I searched for years to find her, but I wasn't able to."
"Perhaps to the undying lands?" Gandalf said quietly.
"Perhaps." Legolas said.
"Such a sad story." Sam whispered. "Maybe you'll run into her some day."
Legolas let go a long, audible sigh. Somehow it was incredibly sad, and the rest of the fellowship felt it, even the dwarf. "Maybe some day."
*****Lothlorien
"He has fallen in the shadow." Galadriel said quietly, if not with more awe then anything else.
Legolas nodded sadly. "He was taken by both Shadow and Flame: a Balrog of Morgoth. For we went needlessly into the net of Moria"
Gimli hangs his head, feeling that it was partially his fault for Gandalf's death.
Galadriel sees Gimli's grief. "Needless were none of the deeds of Gandalf in life. We do not yet know his whole purpose. Do not let the great emptiness of Khazad-dûm fill your heart, Gimli, son of Glóin."
Gimli looks up.
"For the world has grown full of peril. And in all lands, love is now mingled with grief." Galdriel said quietly. She turned to Legolas, and continued to speak, but her words uttered were not what the young elf heard in his mind.
*Legolas,* Galdriel whispered into his mind. *Legolas of the Woodland Relm. She's waiting for you. Who I speak of you know all too well. She is glad that you have finally arrived.*
Legolas looked at her wide-eyed, and then her voice left his head. He glanced around at the rest of the fellowship- and saw that they too had heard the words of the Lady of the Light, but from their reactions, she had spoken differently to them. Boromir was in tears, while Frodo was staring at Galdriel with all the awe a Hobbit could conceive.
"Do not let your hearts be troubled." Galadriel said, comfortingly. "Go now and rest for you are weary with sorrow and much toil. Tonight you will sleep in peace."
***LATER
Frodo could not sleep. As much as he tried he could not close an eyelid. The strange blue lighting was calming, but he could not sleep. The terrible site of the shire burning, and the Eye still was vivid in his mind. He stared up at the endless sky of the great trees. Somehow the Elves always seemed so sad, almost weeping behind their eyes. Even when they smiled. He saw it in Galdriel's eyes, even Legolas. Perhaps they knew how the world was in such a great danger, or perhaps they were sad because they were leaving Middle Earth. Would he one day be so sad?
Suddenly, he heard a voice. It was like cinnamon, if cinnamon had a sound. Slow, and whispered, almost like a lullaby but a calling at the same time. Frodo looked over to where the voice was coming from.
"Verrinth ne." She whispered. *Awake*
Frodo would have gasped if he could have mustered the breath. He saw an elven maiden of such beauty that she could have surpassed Galdriel. Her long brown hair fell across her left shoulder, it graced the ground where it fell and pooled upon. She knelt over Legolas. Her gown was the same spotless white as her great aunt's, and her long slender neck bent low over the archer elf. Frodo was still as the earth he laid, if the elf was just a dream from his weary mind he would not do a thing to make her vanish.
Legolas stirred in his sleep, tossing his head from left to right.
The elven maiden rested a soft hand on his chest. "Merrids le charth Legolas." *Awake Legolas. You dreem.*
Legolas felt the movement on his chest, and his hand snapped up, grabbing her wrist before his eyes had come into focus.
His grip was tight, and her slender wrist was almost crushed in his hand. She yelped quietly from the pain.
When Legolas's eyes did clear, he gazed up at her. "Orian." He gasped.
Orian didn't move, she kept her green eyes staring strait into his. "Recilt lycith shi, yieren." She whispered. *It is only I, my old friend.*
Legolas stared. Part of him refused to believe his eyes; his mind told him that he was being bewitched by a spell of some sort. Finally, he let go of her tiny wrist.
"Evest shi yacsey." Orian said quietly. *It has been many years."
Legolas nodded. He wanted to draw her into a desperate hug, hold her close. But it had been many years. So many years.
Frodo watched as the elves tried to speak, and was surprised that no matter how long you live, or how tall you were, love had the same difficulties. Just as it was for Sam, Legolas struggled to express himself to the one he chose above all. Frodo did know Legolas loved the maiden, because he remembered the sadness he felt when the elf had expressed when he spoke of losing her. But would he lose her again?
-To be continued!
(A.n. I don't know. It's a new idea.)