Legolas and Kelly
By
* Aurora Wyvern*
Started Writing: Tuesday, December 25, 2001
Finished Writing: Thursday, January 03, 2002
AN: This is not a full story, but will be soon by 3 chapters. When I was absent for two weeks, I was writing this story for one of my friends who has a crush on Orlando Bloom, (Legolas). First of all, I'd like to thank the following people.
Ashley Patterson for giving me the 4 books last year, my mom for driving me to the movie and making December 19th, Wednesday, 2001, a blessed day. And Peter Jackson for creating the movie. Thanks also to Kelly who gave me this idea to write a story. Didn't plan on making myself in the story, but it happened. Oh, don't forget to R/R and looks like my first attempt at writing elfish has failed.
One cool night when the stars were shining far away in the woods of Mirkwood in the long ago history of Middle Earth, music could be heard for miles around. It isn't the first time that the King decided to have a feast, nor was it the last time. With the King was his only son Legolas, sitting beside his father and being bored as usual. He knew that lately his father has been pushing him to get married, but Legolas did not desire to get married. For as long as he could remember, Legolas attended the feasts and parties that his father and his father's friends gave. At first he liked them, but not anymore and he grew easily bored at them. Maybe its because Legolas' mother died when he was three years old that his father wanted his presence at all times and to make sure that his line will survive. People around said that he looked like his mother rather than his father. With his long sun kissed hair and oval shaped brown eyes he reminded them of a gentle elfin prince in the likeness of his mother. All of a sudden, he heard someone ask him to dance. He looked up and fell in love. It was an elfin maiden of old with light brown hair and hard piercing light blue eyes.
"Would you like to dance with me?" the elfin maiden asked once again.
"Sure," he replied hesitantly as he stood up and extended his hand forward to clasp her fingers tightly to his.
"You may not remember me, but I am Kelly, Princess of Ladros, daughter of Haldir." Kelly introduced herself to him. Unlike other elfin maidens, Kelly stared straight into his eyes as if challenging him to a duel.
"Legolas, Prince of Mirkwood, son of Thranduil." He murmured. He didn't say to Kelly whenever or not he recalled her from other parties that both attended. They came out on the dance floor and began dancing together as if they were one person rather than two people.
Neither of them made small talk, but rather they noticed each other better. With his hand around her small and slender waist he guided her around the dance floor. On her light brown hair Kelly had a wreath of fresh green holly leaves mixed with the flowers called elanors, tiny gold star shaped flowers that gave her an airy and pleasant fragrance as if you were in a flower field. Legolas also wore a wreath of holly, but not flowers were adorned in it. Rather Legolas bound a diamond in the shape of a star on his brow, just like kings of old that he remembered. Kelly also was in love with him. To her he looked very youthful and handsome with his looks.
The music stopped and Legolas led Kelly away from the dance floor. "I am wanting a drink," Kelly told him. "Do you not also want one?" Legolas shrugged in response and led her to the river near his home where they strayed away from the party. The night was peaceful and far away the lanterns filled with Chinese light, glowed strong bright like the stars. For the first time, Legolas was missing his father's party. And what's even more, he wasn't regretting it!
"Thank you," he said to Kelly as he sat down and smiled up at her. Kelly sat beside him and startlingly put her hand on his leg.
"Whatever for?" she asked him. "I didn't do anything important." Legolas found himself chuckling at her words. She removed her hand from his leg.
"For me you did do something important. I'm missing my father's party." He put his hands behind his head and lay down while looking at the stars, which reminded him of white filtered gems that shone like candles in the darkness.
To his surprise, Kelly's eyes became wider. "Oh dear!" she cried out. She looked at him. "Legolas let us go back, my parents are probably searching for us!" Uneasily, Legolas stood up and looked at her wisely yet with cool rage that had hidden itself in him.
"Very well," he told her as they stood up. He took her gently by the elbow and led her away to the celebration of his father's many parties.
When they got back to the party, Kelly's parents looked worried and frightened. The party has stopped and already the elves were planning on which way to go to find them. "There you are!" Kelly's mother shouted. She came up to Kelly and hugged her. "Your father and I were worried about you!"
"Oh mother, you should know that nothing bad should happen to me." Kelly's mother looked sick at the words.
"Oh Kelly, when will you stop worrying your father and me?" she murmured. She untangled herself from her daughter, hooked her arm with her husband and they left Mirkwood, followed by the sullen Kelly who was too happy to stay here, not go back home.
Meanwhile this conversation was going on, Legolas was standing and was looking very subdued. Soon other guests left. Only Legolas and his father remained.
Rarely did the King of Mirkwood get angry at his only child, but this was an exception. "Legolas Greenleaf, son of Thranduil, Prince of Mirkwood, where in this land were you?" His father demanded. Usually when angry, his father used Legolas' full name that everyone knew him by.
"I was at the castle, father." Legolas replied.
"At the castle? At the castle? What was your purpose at the castle when you know well that your presence is at the parties that I am giving?"
"Father, I met a girl. She was thirsty and needed some water. Can I deny her the pure essence of his liquid?"
"Who is this girl that you met?" The King asked him suspiciously.
"Princess Kelly," Legolas replied. "Her name is Kelly."
"Kelly eh? That is her name?" King Thranduil asked. He was quite pale and looked to be very shaken. "Did she say she was the Princess of Ladros?"
"Yes" Legolas solemnly replied. "As a matter of fact she did." King Thranduil chuckled.
"You my son are looking for a very hard love."
"What?"
"Princess Kelly has been known to be pursued by many suitors. She is older than you are. She is as old as the Lady of the White Woods."
"But that cannot be possible," Legolas replied. "How come Ages had but little effect on her while on others they had a greater effect?"
"Her parents always shelter her from life Legolas. Many elves that are in the history books wanted her. Feanor, Fingolfin, Turgon themselves wanted her for her beauty, even if they were married."
"Will she ever fall in love?"" Legolas demanded, stunned by the information that his father seemed to know about her.
"Perhaps with a right guy," the King replied. "But her heart is told that it is as cold as the winter's snow. She doesn't seem to have any emotions at all."
"How come you know so much information about her, father?" Legolas slowly asked. The King only chuckled.
"I was one of her unlucky rejects Legolas. If it weren't' for her then I would never be able to meet your mother and you'd never would've been born."
Legolas bowed down his head solemnly as if recalling a far away memory of his dear mother. Then he raised it up. "Father," he began.
"Legolas as you know, I have to make you my messenger as your leaving the party. But I'm listening."
"Father," Legolas began again. "May I have your permission to court Kelly?" His father looked at him, stunned.
"Very well Legolas. You have my blessing to become Kelly's suitor. May you be the first to win her heart? But to her you are but a tree sprout Legolas," his father warned him. "Beware and remember to keep your distance from her. Never in her long life has Kelly wed an elf, man, dwarf or anyone, although she has been pursued by them."
"I will father. I will use your advice to help me win Kelly's heart." With that said, Legolas bowed yet again, stood up and along with his father, he went to the castle.
Never in her whole life has Kelly been so embarrassed. She understood why her father didn't want her to be married to Feanor, although later on they became lovers and she bore him a son and Feanor himself, who was consumed by his desire to get the Silmarills never knew about it she even knew why Finrod Felagund was a bad choice, even if it's a different situation.
But back then these have been false loves, but with Legolas Kelly felt as if she finally found someone to care about and to be with. Even if they barely spoke at the party, Kelly recognized the feeling.
"Kelly, Legolas isn't worth moping over. I can foresee that in years to come his future shall become dark, and he may be lost to darkness. And just like with Feanor and Finrod Felagund, you'll have children to raise."
Kelly as usual was angry at her mother's vision. "How do you know that this is going to happen?" she demanded. "Maybe I'll marry him and we're going to live happily ever after."
"Kelly, Legolas has extreme trials to go over with in the future. And what if he doesn't like you?"
"If he doesn't' then I'll move on. But I think that he is descended from Finrod's only son."
"So you want to marry your own descendant? Kelly, are you mad?"
"Not mad, but look. His has been mingled with different humans and elves. And on second thought, I didn't sense in him any of mine blood." Her mother sat down, still trying to come up with ways to persuade her daughter not to pursue this foolish dream.
"But he is only two thousand or less than two thousand years old. You are old, he is but a sapling tree."
"Mom. Elves marry young and old but I feel like he is my soul-mate, my one time love."
"Kelly. What if he's already courting someone?"
"What?"
"Seeing someone. What are you going to do if he's engaged, or even married?'
Kelly became irritated by her mother's questions. "He's not. I asked King Thranduil before dancing with him. He says that Legolas is somewhat of a wall flower." Kelly took off her wreath and clothes. "Good night mother and I think it would be of excellent idea if all of us went to sleep. And discussed this later." Her mother left.
Kelly lay down on the bed. Usually she could fall asleep very fast but this time she couldn't' because on her mind was certain handsome Prince named Legolas.
The very next week, Svetlana, Kelly's best friend came over. She, too, was at the party but didn't ask Legolas to the dance. Rather she asked Elrohir, her long time sweetheart to come, but he was busy. "Hey Kel," she greeted her friend. Svetlana sat down. "Who was the hot elf that I saw you dancing with?" Not wanting to hurt her friend Kelly changed the subject.
"Where was Elrohir?" Svetlana shrugged.
"Elrohir was doing an errand for Elrond you understand. Sometimes why the heck I'm going out with him." Kelly shrugged sympathetically.
"Svetlana," she began. "He's Elrond's son and Elrond, just like Galadriel, is very important to us."
"You know Kel, I just realized something. Elrohir will never want to marry me. What am I but just a girl to him who'll only stick around?"
Svetlana was only 2010 years old, younger than Kelly yet older than Legolas. "Don't worry Svet, Elrohir does want to stay around."
"I think that the only reason he's dating me is because Elrond forced him to do so because of my family."
"Think positive," Kelly ordered her friend. "At least he's tolerating you." Kelly knew that she had said a wrong thing.
"You mean I can't be tolerated?" Svetlana shouted. She stands up and looks at Kelly with smoldering anger in her eyes. Instantly she sat down. Kelly, noticing her friend's distress came up to the girl.
"My poor, poor Svet. Why do you not go home? I know that you desire to do so."
"Home? Yes, yes, perhaps I'm just tried Kel, I'm sick and tired of this life, perhaps." She stood up and left.
Legolas, meanwhile, was running his father's errands for him. Never had he known that there was so much to do for his father in his whole life until he became the messenger.
Lately, however, his father ordered him to guard several dwarfs that were caught trespassing while his father's servants and people were merrymaking. Legolas, one time went away from one dwarf whose name was either Oin or Gloin. But he was sure it was Oin. According to his father, 13 dwarfs disturbed one of the feasts his father was throwing. Legolas was very busy with errands to attend this feast.
One faithful day, when the dwarfs disappeared, Legolas stumbled across his old friend and servant, Galion. Back in childhood days, the two of them were an inseparable pair. "Hey Lego," Galion greeted him. Lego was Legolas' old nickname. "You going to your father's feast tonight?"
"NO. I have an errand to do tonight Galion."
"Pity." Galion looked at him and smiled. "C'mon Lego. Tonight I stole your father's wine. One that he never lets anyone drink it. The best from the River-Town. He was going to use it tonight for the feast."
Legolas knew which wine Galion was talking about. One time he asked his father for a drink, but his father had forbidden him to even touch it. Somehow the temptation was too great for him to resist this unexpected opportunity. "Very well, Galion. But I'll come dressed as a butler." Galion began laughing very hard.
"A Prince of Mirkwood in the clothes of a butler? Very good Legolas Greenleaf." He wiped a tear from his eye. "Never thought I'd see you in our station or dressed like it." He told his longtime friend.
"Quiet and help me find the replacement so father can be fooled." Galion smiled widely. He already had the replacement ready.
"What about Gamfer?" Gamfer, despite his station, had Legolas' classic looks. "He looks like you." Legolas nodded his head and silently agreed.
Precisely at mid-night, Legolas, in the clothes of a butler, crept downstairs to the cellar along with Galion. Both were carrying the heady scent of wine in the barrel that his father had gotten for tonight's feast. "You look very undistinguishable Your Highness," Galion told his friend. Legolas, instead of his warm immaculate blonde hair, had messy black hair and was wearing clothes that were too large for him. Galion helped Legolas color his hair and change the royal elfish clothes that he wore to these simple peasant ones.
"Why thank you. Where is this wine that you promised me?" He demanded. Galion shrugged and handed him a glass filled with it, for they already broke the barrel and got the glasses out.
In one gulp, the glass that Legolas was holding became empty. Legolas found the wine satisfying and tasty at the same time. Soon, the two of them began drinking the wine as if they were going to lose it in any minute. Then they were both knocked unconscious as more servants arrived and woke them up with their talk. They had errands to do and just came back from the feast. Each of them, included Legolas, picked up the barrel. "Aw man!" Gerquille complained as he tossed the barrel out onto a river. "The King is unfair. I mean, he doesn't' let us have anything and gives us all the work."
"Aw what are you complaining about? At least your family is safe and sound." Galion pointed out. "Not like other elf's families who sleep outside." He also tossed what looked like a heavy barrel out onto a river would've fallen into a river if it hadn't been for Legolas who grabbed onto his arm and held on.
"Are you all right?" He asked his friend with worry. However, no one could disguise Legolas' angelical musical voice, sounding like a gentle spring wind.
"Your Highness!" Maudring, an elf servant shouted. "What are you doing in the cellar?"
Legolas only smiled. "I'm visiting Galion. He's my friend you know." The elves knew that the two of them were the best of friends. When younger they teased Galion mercilessly about him becoming an heir to the Prince and that soon he was going to become the next King.
"Of course, of course," Maudring said. "We can talk while we throw the barrels." Legolas, who had the fairest voice in the group, began singing a song while the others joined in. Their voices were blended like the rainbow of colors shining over a waterfall.
Some of the barrels that they threw were very heavy; others were light, but they didn't' ponder the mystery on why some were heavy; others weren't for they were too drunk to care.
When the last barrel was thrown on the river, Legolas felt something slam into him, knock him off his feet, and splash into the river. He lay face down into eh cellar on the floor. Galion, concerned about his friend, came up to him. "Are you all right Lego?" He reached for Legolas' hand and helped him stand up on his feet.
"Yes." Legolas frowned. "I felt something slamming into me and nearly knocking the air from me."
"Don't worry old friend, maybe its one of the barrels, you know?"
"I know but it didn't felt like a barrel. It felt like feet." Galion, along with the rest of the elves were too drunk on King Thraunduil's wine, stood up bent backwards, then f forward to stretch their backs, and along with Legolas they went upstairs to guard the prisoners, only to discover that the 13 dwarfs they guarded weren't there. They were amazed for no one could escape an elfish jail.
"We should go to your father Lego and tell him that something has happened to the prisoners."
"Wait. Let me become myself again and then you can go." Galion agreed on this plan for he didn't want his friend to get in trouble."