Disclaimer:
Explanations and background for Lostiathwen's Quest
"Lostiathwen's Quest" is a fanfiction that occurs in-between the events of "The Fellowship of the Ring" and "The Two Towers". The character of Princess Lostiathwen is my own, but all the other characters and the setting of Middle Earth is the property of J.R.R. Tolkien. This was all written in good fun, so please do not attempt to sue me for manipulating other people's stories and characters. (Besides, I'm a poor college student, so sueing me would not benefit your bank account.)
I realize that many of the events in my story are impossible, and that I have added to family trees. Please do not write reviews explaining how none of this could have happened. I already know this. Part of the fun of being a writer is being able to make whatever you want happen. Legolas could not have come back to Lothlorien during his quest to find Merry and Pippin, having already gone too far. I have also tampered with Elrond's and Arwen's activities during this time. Also, Galadriel did not give her ring of power to any of her descendants, at least to my knowledge. I added this for plot purposes.
Finally, I know that many avid fanfiction readers are disgusted with the amount of Legolas fanfiction on the web. Therefore, I feel compelled to warn you that this story contains Legolas romance (although it's not the whole plot). You do not have to read it. I'd like to think that my story is unique, but no doubt some readers will say it's a tired old Legolas fanfic plot. You are entitled to your own opinion. That said, please enjoy the story, and let me know what you think! I'm always open to feedback or plot ideas! (Hugs readers) By the way this is the first thing I've posted on here, so be nice to me! Hehe.
Prologue:
The Voice in the Dream
"Lostiathwen..."
The voice came as a tender whisper; the elven princess stirred in her sleep but did not awaken. Ever since the Council of Elrond had decided the fate of the One Ring, her dreams had been haunted by Legolas Greenleaf, the handsome elf prince of Mirkwood. He had come to Rivendell to attend the council as a messenger from his father. Lostiathwen had been strolling outside as she often did when the prince arrived. He had ridden by her on a swift, graceful white horse, and the princess had stared, mesmerized.
Legolas was tall and slender, with flowing blond hair done in intricate fishbone braids behind his pointed ears. He had high cheekbones and blue eyes that seemed to take in everything around him. He was exquisitely handsome, even for an elf, for elves possess an ethereal beauty that makes them seem as if they glow to those of other races. He had glanced down at the young woman (young by elven standards, at least, at 2,710) and smiled distractedly at her. The princess was instantly smitten; Legolas had been all she could think about since that day. Uncle Elrond and Arwen-her family, since her father had become a ranger to avenge her mother's being taken by orcs-had noticed the change in the normally grounded Lostiathwen. She knew that Arwen suspected the reason for her distraction, but Arwen was too occupied with her romance with the mortal Aragorn to be too concerned.
"Lostiathwen?" This time, the voice seemed more real than ever, and she sat up in bed. She blinked, feeling disoriented, and was disappointed to find herself alone in her dim chamber. She had almost believed that Legolas was there with her. Lostiathwen knew that she could not be able to sleep any longer, even though the first light of dawn had yet to show through the window. She stood and stretched, uncoiling her body in a leisurely, cat- like way. The princess was slim, and her every move possessed a natural grace seldom seen in humans. She had golden hair that flowed straight down her back and green eyes, a feature rarely seen in the blue-eyed race of elves. She went out onto the balcony that adjoined to her chamber and stood holding the waist-high railing, breathing deeply of the chill night air. The sweet river air brought her out of her reverie. She stared over Rivendell, wondering where Legolas was sleeping that night. Her heart ached with longing to see him again.
It had been Lostiathwen's hope that Legolas would remain in Rivendell long enough for her to become acquainted with him. But the wood elf had offered his protection to the Ringbearer and had departed with the Fellowship as quickly as he'd come. She knew this because she had cleverly hidden herself in order to see the secret council. She had not been the only one; the hobbits Pippin, Merry, and Sam had all been hiding behind pillars as well. The hobbits, no doubt, would have found it strange that she watched the entire long council just to glimpse Legolas. But hobbits cannot understand the lack of common sense of an enamored elf. "Why is Legolas calling to me in my dreams?" She whispered to herself. Elves believe that nothing in a dream occurs by chance; everything has some meaning. "Does he need me?" Her delicate brow furrowed with worry.
She could do nothing but wait for another sign. She wished to ask Uncle Elrond what her dreams could mean. However, Elrond had much on his mind and was not to be bothered. His people were leaving Rivendell to sail for the Undying Lands. Rivendell was no longer a safe haven now that orcs, Ringwraiths, and other evil roamed the land. The time of the elves was ending. Lostiathwen shuddered and tried not to think such dark thoughts. She leaned against the railing, singing softly to herself. While humans are inclined to brood over their troubles, elves sing to attain inner peace. The ancient Elvish song had been a favorite of her mother's and had always been a comfort to her.
Lostiathwen just stood singing until dawn, when Elrond found her greeting the new day in a slightly meloncholy fashion. He stood for a moment in her chamber, unnoticed due to his elven quiet of movement. Her alto voice was lovely to hear; most elf women were reedy sopranos. His niece had always been different, and not just because of her emerald eyes and singing voice. She was mature beyond her years and seemed perfectly content to pass her days reading and writing poetry in her room or in a secluded spot by the river. Lostiathwen had none of Arwen's rebellious streak, which pleased Elrond. He had been reluctant to raise his niece, but she had never caused him any strife. This made it all the more strange that she had been acting so distant and scatterbrained lately. She was almost acting like...Elrond grimaced. Like Arwen since she had met Aragorn. Surely Lostiathwen had a logical explanation for this. She was not the type to fall deeply in love. And even if she had, he trusted that she would make a wiser choice than his daughter and settle down with a respected Rivendell elf. The nerve of Arwen, giving her heart to a human man!
Elrond had to remind himself that he was dealing with Lostiathwen now. His daughter's choice was her own. He cleared his throat softly to alert the woman of his presence and walked out onto his niece's balcony.
Explanations and background for Lostiathwen's Quest
"Lostiathwen's Quest" is a fanfiction that occurs in-between the events of "The Fellowship of the Ring" and "The Two Towers". The character of Princess Lostiathwen is my own, but all the other characters and the setting of Middle Earth is the property of J.R.R. Tolkien. This was all written in good fun, so please do not attempt to sue me for manipulating other people's stories and characters. (Besides, I'm a poor college student, so sueing me would not benefit your bank account.)
I realize that many of the events in my story are impossible, and that I have added to family trees. Please do not write reviews explaining how none of this could have happened. I already know this. Part of the fun of being a writer is being able to make whatever you want happen. Legolas could not have come back to Lothlorien during his quest to find Merry and Pippin, having already gone too far. I have also tampered with Elrond's and Arwen's activities during this time. Also, Galadriel did not give her ring of power to any of her descendants, at least to my knowledge. I added this for plot purposes.
Finally, I know that many avid fanfiction readers are disgusted with the amount of Legolas fanfiction on the web. Therefore, I feel compelled to warn you that this story contains Legolas romance (although it's not the whole plot). You do not have to read it. I'd like to think that my story is unique, but no doubt some readers will say it's a tired old Legolas fanfic plot. You are entitled to your own opinion. That said, please enjoy the story, and let me know what you think! I'm always open to feedback or plot ideas! (Hugs readers) By the way this is the first thing I've posted on here, so be nice to me! Hehe.
Prologue:
The Voice in the Dream
"Lostiathwen..."
The voice came as a tender whisper; the elven princess stirred in her sleep but did not awaken. Ever since the Council of Elrond had decided the fate of the One Ring, her dreams had been haunted by Legolas Greenleaf, the handsome elf prince of Mirkwood. He had come to Rivendell to attend the council as a messenger from his father. Lostiathwen had been strolling outside as she often did when the prince arrived. He had ridden by her on a swift, graceful white horse, and the princess had stared, mesmerized.
Legolas was tall and slender, with flowing blond hair done in intricate fishbone braids behind his pointed ears. He had high cheekbones and blue eyes that seemed to take in everything around him. He was exquisitely handsome, even for an elf, for elves possess an ethereal beauty that makes them seem as if they glow to those of other races. He had glanced down at the young woman (young by elven standards, at least, at 2,710) and smiled distractedly at her. The princess was instantly smitten; Legolas had been all she could think about since that day. Uncle Elrond and Arwen-her family, since her father had become a ranger to avenge her mother's being taken by orcs-had noticed the change in the normally grounded Lostiathwen. She knew that Arwen suspected the reason for her distraction, but Arwen was too occupied with her romance with the mortal Aragorn to be too concerned.
"Lostiathwen?" This time, the voice seemed more real than ever, and she sat up in bed. She blinked, feeling disoriented, and was disappointed to find herself alone in her dim chamber. She had almost believed that Legolas was there with her. Lostiathwen knew that she could not be able to sleep any longer, even though the first light of dawn had yet to show through the window. She stood and stretched, uncoiling her body in a leisurely, cat- like way. The princess was slim, and her every move possessed a natural grace seldom seen in humans. She had golden hair that flowed straight down her back and green eyes, a feature rarely seen in the blue-eyed race of elves. She went out onto the balcony that adjoined to her chamber and stood holding the waist-high railing, breathing deeply of the chill night air. The sweet river air brought her out of her reverie. She stared over Rivendell, wondering where Legolas was sleeping that night. Her heart ached with longing to see him again.
It had been Lostiathwen's hope that Legolas would remain in Rivendell long enough for her to become acquainted with him. But the wood elf had offered his protection to the Ringbearer and had departed with the Fellowship as quickly as he'd come. She knew this because she had cleverly hidden herself in order to see the secret council. She had not been the only one; the hobbits Pippin, Merry, and Sam had all been hiding behind pillars as well. The hobbits, no doubt, would have found it strange that she watched the entire long council just to glimpse Legolas. But hobbits cannot understand the lack of common sense of an enamored elf. "Why is Legolas calling to me in my dreams?" She whispered to herself. Elves believe that nothing in a dream occurs by chance; everything has some meaning. "Does he need me?" Her delicate brow furrowed with worry.
She could do nothing but wait for another sign. She wished to ask Uncle Elrond what her dreams could mean. However, Elrond had much on his mind and was not to be bothered. His people were leaving Rivendell to sail for the Undying Lands. Rivendell was no longer a safe haven now that orcs, Ringwraiths, and other evil roamed the land. The time of the elves was ending. Lostiathwen shuddered and tried not to think such dark thoughts. She leaned against the railing, singing softly to herself. While humans are inclined to brood over their troubles, elves sing to attain inner peace. The ancient Elvish song had been a favorite of her mother's and had always been a comfort to her.
Lostiathwen just stood singing until dawn, when Elrond found her greeting the new day in a slightly meloncholy fashion. He stood for a moment in her chamber, unnoticed due to his elven quiet of movement. Her alto voice was lovely to hear; most elf women were reedy sopranos. His niece had always been different, and not just because of her emerald eyes and singing voice. She was mature beyond her years and seemed perfectly content to pass her days reading and writing poetry in her room or in a secluded spot by the river. Lostiathwen had none of Arwen's rebellious streak, which pleased Elrond. He had been reluctant to raise his niece, but she had never caused him any strife. This made it all the more strange that she had been acting so distant and scatterbrained lately. She was almost acting like...Elrond grimaced. Like Arwen since she had met Aragorn. Surely Lostiathwen had a logical explanation for this. She was not the type to fall deeply in love. And even if she had, he trusted that she would make a wiser choice than his daughter and settle down with a respected Rivendell elf. The nerve of Arwen, giving her heart to a human man!
Elrond had to remind himself that he was dealing with Lostiathwen now. His daughter's choice was her own. He cleared his throat softly to alert the woman of his presence and walked out onto his niece's balcony.