~*~Author's Note~*~ As I said in the summary, this is a commissioned work.
It's for my dear friend Baranalcarien, who loves Legolas to bits. It's
complete Self-Insertion, but funny as hell. I couldn't let Baranalcarien
have an EASY time hooking her man-I inserted myself too . . . I plan to be
the biggest aid and largest roadblock on Baranalcarien's "Road to Legolas"
* evil laugh * Brownie points to the first person to guess which character
I am. I also want to tell you that I tried something different in this fic-
I tried to write in a different style for each character. When we're with
Legolas, I tried to write as "Tolkienish" as I could, considering the
circumstances. With Baranalcarien, I was a little more colloquial. So yeah.
Now you know. Enough of my rambling-on to the story!
His majesty Legolas had just ascended to the throne after his father's death. During his wanderings through, it struck Legolas to venture to Rivendell. He had no reason; the idea simply struck him. Perhaps he was thinking of his long adventure with the ring, and perhaps he simply wanted to see Rivendell again. Whatever the reason, he informed his advisors of his journey, and left that very day accompanied by a group of his closest companions. After a journey of about a week, the small band arrived without incident in Rivendell. Upon their arrival, King Elrond was there to meet him (as word had reached him that Legolas was returning to Rivendell), along with his daughter Arwen, and her husband Aragorn (who were in Rivendell visiting, at the wish of the Lady Arwen).
"Greetings, King Legolas." Elrond said warmly.
"Greetings, Lord Elrond. It is an honor to return to your fair land." Legolas replied, in his typical courteous manner.
"It is good to see you again, my friend." Aragorn said, embracing Legolas in a friendly hug.
"And you, my leader." Legolas said, returning the embrace. Arwen smiled, surrounded by a small group of handmaidens.
"It is good of you to return to my fathers land. Much talk has circulated of your fathers fate-I express my condolences." Arwen said quietly.
"I thank you for your concern, Lady Arwen of Gondor. What is done, however, is done. There is no changing the past." Legolas said, his voice quieted.
"Come, let our hearts be light upon this occasion, for tonight we will have a feast honoring the new King of Mirkwood-Legolas." Said Lord Elrond, sensing Legolas' discomfort. Arwen and Aragorn smiled slightly, holding each other close.
"Aragorn, my love," Arwen said softly "I will depart now. I will see all of you at dinner. Baranalcarien, Firlosswen, Imahaiel, Carotheil-come." All of Arwen's handmaidens bowed, one of which who seemed to bow more to Legolas than her mistress. She smiled slightly at him as she departed quickly behind Arwen.
"I saw the way you were looking at him, Baranalcarien." Imahaiel said, back in their chambers. The four handmaidens were preparing themselves for the feast that night-some more thoroughly than others. Baranalcarien was brushing her long, blonde hair to what seemed like oblivion, Imahaiel was trying to get her hair to stay in place, while Firlosswen and Carotheil were already ready, and watching the other two amusedly.
"It's just that he's so HANDSOME!" Baranalcarien said, beaming brightly.
"Good grief." Imahaiel said, giving up on her hair (Which in the others opinion was fine-still, Imahaiel hated her hair. "It never stays where I want it!" She often complained).
"You know, Baranalcarien," Carotheil began "You could always strike up a conversation with him tonight at the feats."
"Or after." Imahaiel said mischievously. Firlosswen then proceeded to throw a pillow at Imahaiel, who quickly ducked out of its way.
"Hey! Watch the hair!" Imahaiel said, slightly annoyed.
"You and your hair." Firlosswen sighed. "And Baranalcarien, why not try observing him for a little while? Learn about him. Then you'll be better able to converse with him. When you get around to it, that is." Baranalcarien mused over this option as she ran her brush through her hair a couple more times.
"That's always an option." She responded, amused by the thought.
"Great. Now look what you've done, Firlosswen! You've gotten the idea of stalking His Majesty Legolas in her head now!" Imahaiel giggled.
"Hey-if it works." Baranalcarien grinned, setting her brush down. (Finally)
"It's time to go girls." Carotheil stated, standing up. With a sigh, the rest all followed Carotheil's lead.
"YAY! Now we get to go watch Baranalcarien drool over the King of Mirkwood!" Imahaiel said, taking a last glance in the mirror.
"Hey-you have to admit that he IS very handsome." Baranalcarien retorted. Firlosswen and Carotheil nodded, but Imahaiel simply smirked.
"Hey, I'm attached." She responded, thoughts of her beloved Manquelle running through her head.
"But if you weren't?" Baranalcarien asked.
"Then you'd have to fight me for him." She said, grinning.
"A fight you would loose." Firlosswen said. "Now, let's get out of here." With that, (and a quick giggle from Imahaiel), they left the room to go meet with Lady Arwen, and escort her down to the feast.
His majesty Legolas had just ascended to the throne after his father's death. During his wanderings through, it struck Legolas to venture to Rivendell. He had no reason; the idea simply struck him. Perhaps he was thinking of his long adventure with the ring, and perhaps he simply wanted to see Rivendell again. Whatever the reason, he informed his advisors of his journey, and left that very day accompanied by a group of his closest companions. After a journey of about a week, the small band arrived without incident in Rivendell. Upon their arrival, King Elrond was there to meet him (as word had reached him that Legolas was returning to Rivendell), along with his daughter Arwen, and her husband Aragorn (who were in Rivendell visiting, at the wish of the Lady Arwen).
"Greetings, King Legolas." Elrond said warmly.
"Greetings, Lord Elrond. It is an honor to return to your fair land." Legolas replied, in his typical courteous manner.
"It is good to see you again, my friend." Aragorn said, embracing Legolas in a friendly hug.
"And you, my leader." Legolas said, returning the embrace. Arwen smiled, surrounded by a small group of handmaidens.
"It is good of you to return to my fathers land. Much talk has circulated of your fathers fate-I express my condolences." Arwen said quietly.
"I thank you for your concern, Lady Arwen of Gondor. What is done, however, is done. There is no changing the past." Legolas said, his voice quieted.
"Come, let our hearts be light upon this occasion, for tonight we will have a feast honoring the new King of Mirkwood-Legolas." Said Lord Elrond, sensing Legolas' discomfort. Arwen and Aragorn smiled slightly, holding each other close.
"Aragorn, my love," Arwen said softly "I will depart now. I will see all of you at dinner. Baranalcarien, Firlosswen, Imahaiel, Carotheil-come." All of Arwen's handmaidens bowed, one of which who seemed to bow more to Legolas than her mistress. She smiled slightly at him as she departed quickly behind Arwen.
"I saw the way you were looking at him, Baranalcarien." Imahaiel said, back in their chambers. The four handmaidens were preparing themselves for the feast that night-some more thoroughly than others. Baranalcarien was brushing her long, blonde hair to what seemed like oblivion, Imahaiel was trying to get her hair to stay in place, while Firlosswen and Carotheil were already ready, and watching the other two amusedly.
"It's just that he's so HANDSOME!" Baranalcarien said, beaming brightly.
"Good grief." Imahaiel said, giving up on her hair (Which in the others opinion was fine-still, Imahaiel hated her hair. "It never stays where I want it!" She often complained).
"You know, Baranalcarien," Carotheil began "You could always strike up a conversation with him tonight at the feats."
"Or after." Imahaiel said mischievously. Firlosswen then proceeded to throw a pillow at Imahaiel, who quickly ducked out of its way.
"Hey! Watch the hair!" Imahaiel said, slightly annoyed.
"You and your hair." Firlosswen sighed. "And Baranalcarien, why not try observing him for a little while? Learn about him. Then you'll be better able to converse with him. When you get around to it, that is." Baranalcarien mused over this option as she ran her brush through her hair a couple more times.
"That's always an option." She responded, amused by the thought.
"Great. Now look what you've done, Firlosswen! You've gotten the idea of stalking His Majesty Legolas in her head now!" Imahaiel giggled.
"Hey-if it works." Baranalcarien grinned, setting her brush down. (Finally)
"It's time to go girls." Carotheil stated, standing up. With a sigh, the rest all followed Carotheil's lead.
"YAY! Now we get to go watch Baranalcarien drool over the King of Mirkwood!" Imahaiel said, taking a last glance in the mirror.
"Hey-you have to admit that he IS very handsome." Baranalcarien retorted. Firlosswen and Carotheil nodded, but Imahaiel simply smirked.
"Hey, I'm attached." She responded, thoughts of her beloved Manquelle running through her head.
"But if you weren't?" Baranalcarien asked.
"Then you'd have to fight me for him." She said, grinning.
"A fight you would loose." Firlosswen said. "Now, let's get out of here." With that, (and a quick giggle from Imahaiel), they left the room to go meet with Lady Arwen, and escort her down to the feast.