Disclaimer: J.R.R. Tolkien owns all of the Lord of the Rings characters in
this, not me. J. K. Rowling owns all of the Harry Potter characters in
this. I, on the other hand, own Lunoria, who is, well, me. Sorry if some of
the people are out of character, it's just how I'm feeling at the time.
Hope you like it. If not, oh well. Either you do or you don't.
Lunoria couldn't believe her luck when she found out that she had been chosen by Thranduil, king of the Mirkwood, to go with some other elf to Rivendell to see Elrond. She was to set off tomorrow, but wanted to find out whom she was supposed to be going with. But at the moment, she was enjoying the sunset up in a tree. She was so wrapped up in her thoughts that she didn't hear the elf sneak up the tree behind her. Actually, he wasn't really sneaking up on her, she just wasn't paying attention. So you can't really blame her when she screamed at the top of her lungs when she was tapped on the shoulder. It took her a second to compose herself as she turned around.
"I'm sorry, I wasn't..," she trailed off as she focused on the incredibly hot elf who crouched on the branch in front of her, trying to recover his hearing, which had been horribly damaged by the shriek. Please let him be coming to Rivendell with me, please!! she thought. She sat there and stared at him, but quickly averted her eyes as he turned to her. She still had a dazed grin on her face though. But she really needn't have bothered with averting her eyes, since he was staring right back at her. Wow, she's beautiful! I wonder if she's that Lunoria Moonwatcher that I was looking for. If she is, then this might be more fun than I thought, he thought. But as he also realized he was staring, he quickly redirected his gaze. He was the first one to recover from the shock of seeing the other, and so spoke first.
"Um, are you Lunoria Moonwatcher?" he asked expectantly. He flashed a hopeful smile at her. This was just too much for Lunoria. She all of a sudden lost her balance, and train of thought, and toppled out of the tree. Or began to anyway. Just as she was going off the branch, her ankle was grabbed. But that didn't do very much, since he wasn't holding on to anything. They both went flying out of the tree, and landed in a huge, tangled heap at the bottom. As they untangled themselves, they decided to get to the point of all of this.
"As I was saying, are you Lunoria Moonwatcher?" the hot (no, I can think of a better adjective) the *intensely gorgeous* elf asked. "Yeah, who are you?" she asked dreamily.
"I'm Legolas Greenleaf, prince of the Mirkwood, and I'm going with you tomorrow to Rivendell. I thought that maybe I'd find out who you were before we left tomorrow," he said. Lunoria, realizing her mouth was open, snapped it closed.
"I'm, uh, sorry I fell out of the tree, and pulled you out with me. It's just that." she tried to explain. She could feel herself blushing a deep shade of crimson, but she couldn't bring herself to telling him that he was just too cute when he smiled at her for her to keep control of herself, so she fell out of a tree. It just didn't seem very, well, graceful. Luckily, he basically got her point, and saved her further explanation. There was an awkward silence. After about 6 or 7 minutes, Lunoria decided to break that silence.
"Um, it's getting kind of late. Maybe we should get some rest?" she offered. Legolas quickly got up, and turned to leave. As he was going, he stopped and turned around.
"Namarie. I'll see you in the morning," he called.
"Namarie." Then they went to their respective places of rest.
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As Lunoria was replaying the last 20 minutes or so over in her head, for quite some time, she didn't actually get to sleep, or the elven equivalent of it, for some time. Oh, he's just perfect! He has to be the best looking elf I've seen! She thought. With his long, light blonde hair, dagger pointed ears, dark eyes.... And he seems really nice, too! Her thoughts trailed off into dreams. Little did she know, but she wasn't the only one creating and recreating mental pictures.
As Legolas sat in his chamber of the cave, he thought about the strikingly memorable elf he had just seen. She had had waist-length light golden blonde hair, bright emerald green eyes, pale skin, highly arching eyebrows, a nice figure, and the fairest face he had seen. He especially liked her eyes, since emerald wasn't a very common color for eyes. He smiled to himself at the thought as he wandered into dreams.
AN: the point of this odd little bit is to give you an idea of what the two main characters, so far, look like. I know I was off on my description of Legolas, but he's hard to describe. And yes, I'm allowed to make myself sound better than I really look. And Alaeli, don't you dare make fun of me! I'm allowed to write whatever horrid lies I want to!
Lunoria couldn't believe her luck when she found out that she had been chosen by Thranduil, king of the Mirkwood, to go with some other elf to Rivendell to see Elrond. She was to set off tomorrow, but wanted to find out whom she was supposed to be going with. But at the moment, she was enjoying the sunset up in a tree. She was so wrapped up in her thoughts that she didn't hear the elf sneak up the tree behind her. Actually, he wasn't really sneaking up on her, she just wasn't paying attention. So you can't really blame her when she screamed at the top of her lungs when she was tapped on the shoulder. It took her a second to compose herself as she turned around.
"I'm sorry, I wasn't..," she trailed off as she focused on the incredibly hot elf who crouched on the branch in front of her, trying to recover his hearing, which had been horribly damaged by the shriek. Please let him be coming to Rivendell with me, please!! she thought. She sat there and stared at him, but quickly averted her eyes as he turned to her. She still had a dazed grin on her face though. But she really needn't have bothered with averting her eyes, since he was staring right back at her. Wow, she's beautiful! I wonder if she's that Lunoria Moonwatcher that I was looking for. If she is, then this might be more fun than I thought, he thought. But as he also realized he was staring, he quickly redirected his gaze. He was the first one to recover from the shock of seeing the other, and so spoke first.
"Um, are you Lunoria Moonwatcher?" he asked expectantly. He flashed a hopeful smile at her. This was just too much for Lunoria. She all of a sudden lost her balance, and train of thought, and toppled out of the tree. Or began to anyway. Just as she was going off the branch, her ankle was grabbed. But that didn't do very much, since he wasn't holding on to anything. They both went flying out of the tree, and landed in a huge, tangled heap at the bottom. As they untangled themselves, they decided to get to the point of all of this.
"As I was saying, are you Lunoria Moonwatcher?" the hot (no, I can think of a better adjective) the *intensely gorgeous* elf asked. "Yeah, who are you?" she asked dreamily.
"I'm Legolas Greenleaf, prince of the Mirkwood, and I'm going with you tomorrow to Rivendell. I thought that maybe I'd find out who you were before we left tomorrow," he said. Lunoria, realizing her mouth was open, snapped it closed.
"I'm, uh, sorry I fell out of the tree, and pulled you out with me. It's just that." she tried to explain. She could feel herself blushing a deep shade of crimson, but she couldn't bring herself to telling him that he was just too cute when he smiled at her for her to keep control of herself, so she fell out of a tree. It just didn't seem very, well, graceful. Luckily, he basically got her point, and saved her further explanation. There was an awkward silence. After about 6 or 7 minutes, Lunoria decided to break that silence.
"Um, it's getting kind of late. Maybe we should get some rest?" she offered. Legolas quickly got up, and turned to leave. As he was going, he stopped and turned around.
"Namarie. I'll see you in the morning," he called.
"Namarie." Then they went to their respective places of rest.
~~~~~ * ~~~~~ * ~~~~~ * ~~~~~
As Lunoria was replaying the last 20 minutes or so over in her head, for quite some time, she didn't actually get to sleep, or the elven equivalent of it, for some time. Oh, he's just perfect! He has to be the best looking elf I've seen! She thought. With his long, light blonde hair, dagger pointed ears, dark eyes.... And he seems really nice, too! Her thoughts trailed off into dreams. Little did she know, but she wasn't the only one creating and recreating mental pictures.
As Legolas sat in his chamber of the cave, he thought about the strikingly memorable elf he had just seen. She had had waist-length light golden blonde hair, bright emerald green eyes, pale skin, highly arching eyebrows, a nice figure, and the fairest face he had seen. He especially liked her eyes, since emerald wasn't a very common color for eyes. He smiled to himself at the thought as he wandered into dreams.
AN: the point of this odd little bit is to give you an idea of what the two main characters, so far, look like. I know I was off on my description of Legolas, but he's hard to describe. And yes, I'm allowed to make myself sound better than I really look. And Alaeli, don't you dare make fun of me! I'm allowed to write whatever horrid lies I want to!