After watching Lord of the Rings: Fellowship of the Ring, I became hopelessly dreamy about Legolas Greenleaf and, in my love for writing, I started writing this. Within a month I finished and I am pretty much proud of my work.
Characters, such as Elrond and Legolas, do not belong to me because I did not create them
What they would do and what their personality is in this story was all based on my imagination
Other characters, including the girl Lilana, were made purely from my imagination. Please do not bite off of my work.
This is the first story that I've ever completed and it wasn't for school, and it is also the first story I've written in a first-person viewpoint.
I hope you enjoy this and, when you finish, please submit a review.
[Personal note: The story is changed into numerous sections, which are, in turn, separated into chapters, each holding a different number of the original sections.]
~Lily's Lone Stranger~
I was off sitting by the fountain when he first appeared, riding his white stallion, galloping into the city. Although my head was filled with muddled thoughts, I still sensed his commanding presence. I looked up at him and his gaze met mine. I lost my breath.
I lost my heart.
It took me forever to find out who he was. By this time it had already been two months past and my name was starting to be dragged through the dirt. I overhead some of my previous friends talking about him:
The Prince of Mirkwood, Legolas Greenleaf.
Although I couldn't remember where I heard that name from I knew that I had met him before, but where? My godfather wouldn't tell me, but then he was too busy planning out the war with the dark side.
Three years had passed before I saw him again, riding the same horse into the same city, except he looked tired and worn out. My heart grieved for him. I knew he was tired and worn down to the bone. He only came back because it was on his way to his own home.
See, all my friends had deserted me because of some pitiful rumors, but the other elves weren't so caring about some stupid gossip. They told me where Legolas was staying and I was available to serve him while everyone else planned a feast for the Prince's return...
~A Meeting~
I opened the door to his room as quietly as I could and saw him on his bed, just lying there. He was exhausted.
I turned around and was ready to leave when his caressing voice intercepted me, "Yes?" he asked. Needless to say, I jumped a good foot into the air and spun around so fast my hair swept over my shoulder.
"Um..." I gulped loud enough for him to hear. He then sat up in one swift, graceful movement. What did I expect? "I didn't know you were in here. I'll come back later." I turned around to go.
"Lily, you knew I was in here." I froze.
"N-no, I didn't." I glanced back at him.
He raised an eyebrow at me and I felt myself blushing. He knew I was lying.
"You know me?" I turned back to him and slowly closed the door.
His expression didn't change. He really didn't even have one. He could've looked mildly curious, but he didn't.
Personally, I was about to jump out of my skin. This was so scary.
"I know you." This guy didn't talk all that much now, did he?
"I have to go," I said. Then I turned and fled before he could say anything else.
~A Secret~
The feast went along well, or so I heard. I didn't attend. The adults had invited me, of course, but I knew if I went that something horrible would occur, so I stayed in the Prince's room, cleaning everything in there. He wasn't a messy keeper, actually just the opposite, but I had to find something to do and I couldn't help but be there and organize and re-organize the whole lot.
I didn't know how long I had been in his room, but it got pretty late before I decided to stop cleaning. By that time the two moons were already in the center of the night sky, one behind the other, symbolizing the middle of the night. I stood up straight and a sharp stab of pain went through my lower back. I should've known that if I stayed bent over for so long that would happen. Obviously it didn't cross my mind until too late. I stood completely still for a few seconds and then flexed the muscles in my back. It didn't hurt that much anymore.
I glanced around once more to assure myself that everything was perfect before I left. It was. I nodded to myself, satisfied, and then turned around. Then I gasped.
The Prince of Mirkwood stood leaning on the closed door, looking as if he'd been there for a long time already. For the second time that day, I gulped in anxiety.
"You don't remember me, do you?" At once his deep voice washed over me and it felt like it penetrated my very soul. I shook my head.
He gazed at me with his very blue, very shimmery eyes. I stood rock still. I couldn't leave, he was blocking the door and jumping out the window was out of the question. What was he going to do?
He motioned for me to sit and, not wanting to disturb the neat bed, I sat on the floor. All that got me was an odd stare from him. I watched him. He came over and sat on the bed, looking down at me.
I gave him an expectant look, although I didn't even know what I was expecting.
"You were very young, about five maybe, and I was eating breakfast. You came up behind me and started braiding my hair." Although I didn't know what to expect from him, I saw his eyes sparkling with amusement.
It took me a few seconds to remember that day and a few more before I quietly replied, "I liked your hair," I paused, "It was pretty...and soft, too." Now where did that come from? I fell silent again.
A corner of his mouth lifted into what looked like a very small grin.
"I-I should go," I didn't want to stay any longer. If I did I wouldn't be able to get up and it wouldn't be because of the fact I was utterly tired.
As soon as he nodded, I jumped up and walked as fast as I could toward the door. The moment I reached it, he said to me, "You needn't be afraid of me."
I knew I couldn't lie to him, so I replied, "But I am," and left.
I slipped into bed an hour later, but I knew I wouldn't be able to sleep. It would take me forever to understand why I was so stupid as to tell him that I was afraid of him. What made me say it? Why couldn't I have just said, "What would make you think that I'm afraid of you?" or maybe "What if I am? What if I'm not?" I just had to say something as stupid as, "But I am." What got into me? Three hours later I fell into an unconscious sleep. I was just too fatigued.
~Different~
My hope was that I wouldn't see him for the next day, but it wasn't to be. My godfather, Elrond, invited me to dine with him for lunch, wearing something other than my usual exploring outfits. I guess that meant hat I'd wear a suitable gown. It was odd because he is usually too busy to have anything to do with me until later at night, but wanting to please him, I adorned one of my best gowns, although not my favorite, and got ready to leave.
But as I glanced into the mirror, I compared myself to one of the actual ladies. My pale blue dress wasn't to latest fashion here at Rivendell, and it was just half an inch or so too short.
Then I looked at myself. I really looked at myself as a young lady rather than the older girl. I wasn't young, nearing sixteen, and so I wasn't old.
My long black hair fell down to my waist and it was rather pretty, soft and shiny no doubt.
Although I didn't have pouty lips, they were full and shapely, with a healthy rosy color.
The light blush on my cheeks was still there, but I had lost my baby face that I still had the last time I looked into the mirror, three years ago, to see what Legolas could have seen.
Now I wasn't as round, nor short. I may not have grown half a foot since three years ago, when I didn't even reach the top of the fountain of five feet. Now I was taller than it by the length of my favorite white lily, four inches.
I winced as I saw my eyes. There were shadows beneath them, and my eyes were darker than usual Have my dreams actually haunted me that badly these days? Of the coming orcs? No, I wouldn't think about that. My lashes weren't long, my eyes weren't round. They were of an odd almond shape, something that isn't usual here.
But the worst part of my features was my ears. I didn't have elfish ears. That was that made me more different than the others. It was something that everyone noticed.
I hurriedly brushed my hair straight down. I didn't have time to do anything with it. I hung my head a bit so that the silken strands covered my ears.
Picking up a silver and shimmery blue bracelet, I left my room and headed for the dining area.
Characters, such as Elrond and Legolas, do not belong to me because I did not create them
What they would do and what their personality is in this story was all based on my imagination
Other characters, including the girl Lilana, were made purely from my imagination. Please do not bite off of my work.
This is the first story that I've ever completed and it wasn't for school, and it is also the first story I've written in a first-person viewpoint.
I hope you enjoy this and, when you finish, please submit a review.
[Personal note: The story is changed into numerous sections, which are, in turn, separated into chapters, each holding a different number of the original sections.]
~Lily's Lone Stranger~
I was off sitting by the fountain when he first appeared, riding his white stallion, galloping into the city. Although my head was filled with muddled thoughts, I still sensed his commanding presence. I looked up at him and his gaze met mine. I lost my breath.
I lost my heart.
It took me forever to find out who he was. By this time it had already been two months past and my name was starting to be dragged through the dirt. I overhead some of my previous friends talking about him:
The Prince of Mirkwood, Legolas Greenleaf.
Although I couldn't remember where I heard that name from I knew that I had met him before, but where? My godfather wouldn't tell me, but then he was too busy planning out the war with the dark side.
Three years had passed before I saw him again, riding the same horse into the same city, except he looked tired and worn out. My heart grieved for him. I knew he was tired and worn down to the bone. He only came back because it was on his way to his own home.
See, all my friends had deserted me because of some pitiful rumors, but the other elves weren't so caring about some stupid gossip. They told me where Legolas was staying and I was available to serve him while everyone else planned a feast for the Prince's return...
~A Meeting~
I opened the door to his room as quietly as I could and saw him on his bed, just lying there. He was exhausted.
I turned around and was ready to leave when his caressing voice intercepted me, "Yes?" he asked. Needless to say, I jumped a good foot into the air and spun around so fast my hair swept over my shoulder.
"Um..." I gulped loud enough for him to hear. He then sat up in one swift, graceful movement. What did I expect? "I didn't know you were in here. I'll come back later." I turned around to go.
"Lily, you knew I was in here." I froze.
"N-no, I didn't." I glanced back at him.
He raised an eyebrow at me and I felt myself blushing. He knew I was lying.
"You know me?" I turned back to him and slowly closed the door.
His expression didn't change. He really didn't even have one. He could've looked mildly curious, but he didn't.
Personally, I was about to jump out of my skin. This was so scary.
"I know you." This guy didn't talk all that much now, did he?
"I have to go," I said. Then I turned and fled before he could say anything else.
~A Secret~
The feast went along well, or so I heard. I didn't attend. The adults had invited me, of course, but I knew if I went that something horrible would occur, so I stayed in the Prince's room, cleaning everything in there. He wasn't a messy keeper, actually just the opposite, but I had to find something to do and I couldn't help but be there and organize and re-organize the whole lot.
I didn't know how long I had been in his room, but it got pretty late before I decided to stop cleaning. By that time the two moons were already in the center of the night sky, one behind the other, symbolizing the middle of the night. I stood up straight and a sharp stab of pain went through my lower back. I should've known that if I stayed bent over for so long that would happen. Obviously it didn't cross my mind until too late. I stood completely still for a few seconds and then flexed the muscles in my back. It didn't hurt that much anymore.
I glanced around once more to assure myself that everything was perfect before I left. It was. I nodded to myself, satisfied, and then turned around. Then I gasped.
The Prince of Mirkwood stood leaning on the closed door, looking as if he'd been there for a long time already. For the second time that day, I gulped in anxiety.
"You don't remember me, do you?" At once his deep voice washed over me and it felt like it penetrated my very soul. I shook my head.
He gazed at me with his very blue, very shimmery eyes. I stood rock still. I couldn't leave, he was blocking the door and jumping out the window was out of the question. What was he going to do?
He motioned for me to sit and, not wanting to disturb the neat bed, I sat on the floor. All that got me was an odd stare from him. I watched him. He came over and sat on the bed, looking down at me.
I gave him an expectant look, although I didn't even know what I was expecting.
"You were very young, about five maybe, and I was eating breakfast. You came up behind me and started braiding my hair." Although I didn't know what to expect from him, I saw his eyes sparkling with amusement.
It took me a few seconds to remember that day and a few more before I quietly replied, "I liked your hair," I paused, "It was pretty...and soft, too." Now where did that come from? I fell silent again.
A corner of his mouth lifted into what looked like a very small grin.
"I-I should go," I didn't want to stay any longer. If I did I wouldn't be able to get up and it wouldn't be because of the fact I was utterly tired.
As soon as he nodded, I jumped up and walked as fast as I could toward the door. The moment I reached it, he said to me, "You needn't be afraid of me."
I knew I couldn't lie to him, so I replied, "But I am," and left.
I slipped into bed an hour later, but I knew I wouldn't be able to sleep. It would take me forever to understand why I was so stupid as to tell him that I was afraid of him. What made me say it? Why couldn't I have just said, "What would make you think that I'm afraid of you?" or maybe "What if I am? What if I'm not?" I just had to say something as stupid as, "But I am." What got into me? Three hours later I fell into an unconscious sleep. I was just too fatigued.
~Different~
My hope was that I wouldn't see him for the next day, but it wasn't to be. My godfather, Elrond, invited me to dine with him for lunch, wearing something other than my usual exploring outfits. I guess that meant hat I'd wear a suitable gown. It was odd because he is usually too busy to have anything to do with me until later at night, but wanting to please him, I adorned one of my best gowns, although not my favorite, and got ready to leave.
But as I glanced into the mirror, I compared myself to one of the actual ladies. My pale blue dress wasn't to latest fashion here at Rivendell, and it was just half an inch or so too short.
Then I looked at myself. I really looked at myself as a young lady rather than the older girl. I wasn't young, nearing sixteen, and so I wasn't old.
My long black hair fell down to my waist and it was rather pretty, soft and shiny no doubt.
Although I didn't have pouty lips, they were full and shapely, with a healthy rosy color.
The light blush on my cheeks was still there, but I had lost my baby face that I still had the last time I looked into the mirror, three years ago, to see what Legolas could have seen.
Now I wasn't as round, nor short. I may not have grown half a foot since three years ago, when I didn't even reach the top of the fountain of five feet. Now I was taller than it by the length of my favorite white lily, four inches.
I winced as I saw my eyes. There were shadows beneath them, and my eyes were darker than usual Have my dreams actually haunted me that badly these days? Of the coming orcs? No, I wouldn't think about that. My lashes weren't long, my eyes weren't round. They were of an odd almond shape, something that isn't usual here.
But the worst part of my features was my ears. I didn't have elfish ears. That was that made me more different than the others. It was something that everyone noticed.
I hurriedly brushed my hair straight down. I didn't have time to do anything with it. I hung my head a bit so that the silken strands covered my ears.
Picking up a silver and shimmery blue bracelet, I left my room and headed for the dining area.