Chap. 1
The blonde elf looked around his surroundings. The trees swayed and every once and a while blinked. All was quiet, too quiet. Legolas decided too leave the foreboding forest and get to Rivendell before the council meeting. Evil things come out at night. Evil from Mordor.
He followed his elvish instincts to come to the mouth of the forest.
"Legolas! Join me in a walk to the council?" The voice belonged to a ruggedly handsome, dark haired man on a gorgeous, black horse.
"Of course, Strider. I was going myself." Was the hunky elf's reply.
"Sooo……" There was a nervous silence. "Are you going to choose an Elvin maiden to become your bride?"
"I'm going to have some adventures, before settling down and having a family."
They entered the gates of Rivendell. The guards saluted Legolas and semi-glared at Aragorn. He chose the wisely decision and ignored them.
Other than Lotherian, Rivendell was the most beautiful place Legolas had ever set his eyes on. He loved it here. It was so…. Peaceful.
"Come; sit down, Legolas, Aragorn." The voice was deep and Aragorn recognized it as Gandalf the Gray, the infamous wizard. "The council shall begin now."
"Strangers from distant lands," began Lord Elrond, "friends of old. You've been summoned here by threat of Mordor. Middle Earth stands upon the brink of destruction. None can escape it. You will unite or you will fall. Each race is bound to this fate, this one doom. Bring forth the ring, Frodo."
Frodo encircled the ring in the palm of his hand and slowly walked to the stand where the ring was to rest. As he got there he swallowed the lump in his throat and set down the ring. All races stared at the ring. Some with greed, some with fear. A light like no other surrounded the ring and sprang to the heavens. A form began to appear, enveloped in the light. It flickered then, faded. The now recognizable figure of a female dropped from the pillar where the ring still sat. The woman laid still and quiet. Legolas recovered the quickest. He ran to her, scooped her up and ran to the palace beside the balcony where the council perched. Gandalf soon followed. All the rest sat in disbelief. The ring lay forgotten.
