The road to Imladris echoed with horse hooves as leaves swirled in the turbulent wake. A mother rode with her two year old son clinging sleepily to her stomach, forest slowly turning foreign and alien around them. The rode twisted on, through ever growing trees, through trees of silver and gold, through trees who whispered around the travelers.
"Halt!" the loud command echoed through the trees. At the sight of archers now lining the path the horse pulled up abruptly, throwing her riders to the leaf dusted ground. Jolted from sleep, but knocked nearly unconscious by the fall, the little boy caught a glimpse of long blond hair and a pointed ear as he was lifted from the ground before passing out onto a soft shoulder. In his dreams, the green leaves whispered "lofta, winë."
...
Hello Readers! Thank you very much for choosing to read my story. So sorry that this chapter is very short-think of it as a prologue-but they get much longer. I promise plot, and fluff, and character development, and of course some bow-chicka-wow-wow. Each chapter is a glimpse into Aragorn and Legolas's lives and evolving relationship. It starts out well before the events in the Lord of the Rings, but it will follow them though the completion of their quest. Please feel free to review; I LOVE constructive criticism and praise, so please tell me your honest thoughts. If there are long pauses between updates, I apologize in advance. I have a very busy schedule, and I take a long time to write. This is the Legolas/Aragorn headcannon that I've always envisioned, so I hope that this will enjoy reading it.
I claim no right to the characters of Aragorn, Legolas, or anyone else (except for a few original characters). Everything belongs to Tolkien. Duh.