Authors Note: Ok my new story, well sort off. This is before the fellowship; I scrubbed Annabelle because of all the horrid review's I was getting. Anyway this is my NEW story, which is gonna take up most of my time, so I need 10 reviews before I put up the second chapter and so on and so forth. Hope you enjoy, this is a *LEGOLAS Love fic* but at first it is a Thraundil thing because I need to explain some stuff first.
Disclaimer: Ok I do not own any of these people except from Annabelle and her family.
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"Run," cried Thraundil to his wife. The orcs were now forming a tight circle around him; each bared a hungry look upon their face. Thraundil took out his beautiful clean blade and prepared to fight, He glanced over his shoulder, his dark eyes searching for his wife. She was still there watching him.
"Run, Mia" he shouted again, for he would die before letting an orc touch her.
Mia was hesitant to leave; two of the orcs had already spotted her and were making their way swiftly towards her. Mia took one last loving glance at her beautiful husband, then she did what he had told of her to do, and ran. She ran and ran as fast as her elven legs would carry her, eating up the ground quickly. She did not look back for fear of what she may see but she could hear her beloved husband's sword beating down orc upon orc that where in his way.
Thraundil took up his sword as the first orc loped towards him, in an instant it lay on the floor motionless. He would fight more openly now that he knew his wife was nearing the safety of their Kingdom Mirkwood. Soon the earth beneath him was covered in bodies. He was fighting well and had already knocked down most of the army. He drew back his sword again and again as orc after orc fell away unto the hard ground. As he raised his sword again he could feel it, cold against his heaving chest, his immortality necklace.
A wave of tiredness swept through him as he pushed his blade into the gut of a hungry orc. His breath came in sharp wheezes and his legs hardly able to hold him upright. His body and soul were screaming at him to stop fighting. Using the very last of his strength he spun around on his heels and ran back to the safety of Mirkwood, his kingdom. As he ran he felt something-cold slither down his chest and drop onto the ground, not knowing what it was he continued to run. The remaining orcs streamed after him squashing his necklace further into the earth, further and further it went, until it wasn't even visible.
His muscles ached and his head spun round in circles as he ran towards the welcoming sight of his palace in Mirkwood. Mia was waiting aside the great gates of her Kingdom, her wild eyes searching frantically for her husband. Finally she caught a glimpse of him crossing the border, his face dirtied and his clothes blood stained and torn. She ran up to him and embraced him, relief cursing through her veins; his body was damp with sweat and blood. Mia put her head onto his shoulder as tears sprung into her eyes, she could feel he was all weak and tired, holding him up so that he would not fall, she walked by his side back to their palace.
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(4 days later)
Thraundil was feeling empty almost hollow, he lay in bed, as he had been for the past four days, ever since he had returned from his battle against the orcs. Lady Galadriel of the woods and Lord Elrond of Rivendell would be visiting him soon, in a hope that they could help him seek what the problem is.
A knock sounded on the dark door "You may Enter" Thraundil called from the bed.
His wife came through with a look of worry plastered over her fair face; their royal guests closely followed her.
"Welcome my Lady Galadriel and my Lord Elrond, how do you fair?" Thraundil contemplated.
Lady Galadriel spoke first, "we fair well my Lord Thraundil, `tis you that does not, we have come because we have figured out the reason to why you are bound to your bed all night and day." She said in a sorrow filled voice.
"Alas, my Lord Thraundil, `tis your immortality necklace, `tis gone" Lord Elrond said sympathetically. He shook his head and bowed it down low for Thraundil to see his respect.
"I have been fearing this, I could not think of what it was until I saw it hung upon Lady Galadriels fair neck, but hers not alike mine is white, mine it is brown," Thraundil said as a tear spilled down his cheek.
They all shared a moment of silence to take in the loss of an object so pure and beautiful as to an immortality necklace.
"My Lord Thraundil, The Lady Galadriel and I have had an idea, we intend to bless you with the joy of another necklace till you have founded your own again." Lord Elrond held out his hand and Galadriel placed a small necklace onto it, almost identical to his old one.
"This will last you for at least two millennia, until that time you must keep searching for your real necklace, if thou does not find it then thou shall perish." Lady Galadriel said with tears welling up out of her intoxicating eyes as well.
"Thank you. `Tis indeed is a blessing, as is the son my dear wife carries in her womb, he shall be born and named Legolas, I am sure he would help me to find my necklace if it is not found by then." Thraundil said with hope and life flowing back through his body as Mia put his new necklace on around his thick neck.
"I am feeling full again as my strength returns, Thank you again, My Lord Elrond and My Lady Galadriel, you are most welcome to stay for the feast we shall be holding tonight in celebration of my wellness." Thraundil said as he walked out of the room with his wife Mia beaming at his side and his two royal guests following him.
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Ok end of chapter one, Legolas and Annabelle in next chapter, please R+R, constructive criticisms welcomed, but flames are despised ok so no flames, if you haven't got anything nice to say don't say anything AT ALL!!!!!
Thank you Luv Clare.
Disclaimer: Ok I do not own any of these people except from Annabelle and her family.
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"Run," cried Thraundil to his wife. The orcs were now forming a tight circle around him; each bared a hungry look upon their face. Thraundil took out his beautiful clean blade and prepared to fight, He glanced over his shoulder, his dark eyes searching for his wife. She was still there watching him.
"Run, Mia" he shouted again, for he would die before letting an orc touch her.
Mia was hesitant to leave; two of the orcs had already spotted her and were making their way swiftly towards her. Mia took one last loving glance at her beautiful husband, then she did what he had told of her to do, and ran. She ran and ran as fast as her elven legs would carry her, eating up the ground quickly. She did not look back for fear of what she may see but she could hear her beloved husband's sword beating down orc upon orc that where in his way.
Thraundil took up his sword as the first orc loped towards him, in an instant it lay on the floor motionless. He would fight more openly now that he knew his wife was nearing the safety of their Kingdom Mirkwood. Soon the earth beneath him was covered in bodies. He was fighting well and had already knocked down most of the army. He drew back his sword again and again as orc after orc fell away unto the hard ground. As he raised his sword again he could feel it, cold against his heaving chest, his immortality necklace.
A wave of tiredness swept through him as he pushed his blade into the gut of a hungry orc. His breath came in sharp wheezes and his legs hardly able to hold him upright. His body and soul were screaming at him to stop fighting. Using the very last of his strength he spun around on his heels and ran back to the safety of Mirkwood, his kingdom. As he ran he felt something-cold slither down his chest and drop onto the ground, not knowing what it was he continued to run. The remaining orcs streamed after him squashing his necklace further into the earth, further and further it went, until it wasn't even visible.
His muscles ached and his head spun round in circles as he ran towards the welcoming sight of his palace in Mirkwood. Mia was waiting aside the great gates of her Kingdom, her wild eyes searching frantically for her husband. Finally she caught a glimpse of him crossing the border, his face dirtied and his clothes blood stained and torn. She ran up to him and embraced him, relief cursing through her veins; his body was damp with sweat and blood. Mia put her head onto his shoulder as tears sprung into her eyes, she could feel he was all weak and tired, holding him up so that he would not fall, she walked by his side back to their palace.
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(4 days later)
Thraundil was feeling empty almost hollow, he lay in bed, as he had been for the past four days, ever since he had returned from his battle against the orcs. Lady Galadriel of the woods and Lord Elrond of Rivendell would be visiting him soon, in a hope that they could help him seek what the problem is.
A knock sounded on the dark door "You may Enter" Thraundil called from the bed.
His wife came through with a look of worry plastered over her fair face; their royal guests closely followed her.
"Welcome my Lady Galadriel and my Lord Elrond, how do you fair?" Thraundil contemplated.
Lady Galadriel spoke first, "we fair well my Lord Thraundil, `tis you that does not, we have come because we have figured out the reason to why you are bound to your bed all night and day." She said in a sorrow filled voice.
"Alas, my Lord Thraundil, `tis your immortality necklace, `tis gone" Lord Elrond said sympathetically. He shook his head and bowed it down low for Thraundil to see his respect.
"I have been fearing this, I could not think of what it was until I saw it hung upon Lady Galadriels fair neck, but hers not alike mine is white, mine it is brown," Thraundil said as a tear spilled down his cheek.
They all shared a moment of silence to take in the loss of an object so pure and beautiful as to an immortality necklace.
"My Lord Thraundil, The Lady Galadriel and I have had an idea, we intend to bless you with the joy of another necklace till you have founded your own again." Lord Elrond held out his hand and Galadriel placed a small necklace onto it, almost identical to his old one.
"This will last you for at least two millennia, until that time you must keep searching for your real necklace, if thou does not find it then thou shall perish." Lady Galadriel said with tears welling up out of her intoxicating eyes as well.
"Thank you. `Tis indeed is a blessing, as is the son my dear wife carries in her womb, he shall be born and named Legolas, I am sure he would help me to find my necklace if it is not found by then." Thraundil said with hope and life flowing back through his body as Mia put his new necklace on around his thick neck.
"I am feeling full again as my strength returns, Thank you again, My Lord Elrond and My Lady Galadriel, you are most welcome to stay for the feast we shall be holding tonight in celebration of my wellness." Thraundil said as he walked out of the room with his wife Mia beaming at his side and his two royal guests following him.
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Ok end of chapter one, Legolas and Annabelle in next chapter, please R+R, constructive criticisms welcomed, but flames are despised ok so no flames, if you haven't got anything nice to say don't say anything AT ALL!!!!!
Thank you Luv Clare.