Mortal Love
*IMPORTANT NOTICE, PLEASE READ*
The plot has changed. The first two chapters have remained the same, but the rest of the story is now totally different from what I originally put in this intro. The rating has been changed to PG-13 because this fic no longer contains Haldir/Glorfindel, and I don't think Elwen and Legolas's relationship will merit R. This is due to reading The Silmarillion, which gave me a great idea for a plot and also for an ending. Yes it's true! Cuwen the Disorganised had no idea how her first fic was going to end, or even what was going to happen when she started writing! If there's demand for it then I will put the rest of the original half-plot in another fic. Please don't kill me, I'm very indecisive by nature.
Thank you. Hope you like! ;-)
This is my first fanfic so I don't know how good it is. Reviews would be much appreciated, coz if no one tells me to stop I will keep putting crap stuff on. If you don't think its very good then can you say what you don't like and why, so I can change & improve my work. I will try to include as many points as I am physically capable of doing. Flamers are allowed (grudgingly), but I feel bound to inform you that they will be read, their criticisms politely ignored, and their contents used to keep me warm on cold nights. This applies to any fanfic that I may write and not just this one. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!
By the way can you just review to say you've read it, my self-confidence needs a boost now and then and it would be good if I knew people read what I've spent weeks (slight exaggeration) writing!
Disclaimer: this fanfic came entirely out of my own head and any similarity to anyone else's story, characters, life or person is entirely accidental. I don't own The Lord Of The Rings or any of the characters. The only one that is mine is Elwen, please don't take her away from me! This text is copyrighted by Cúwen Eledhdil © 2002. This story is dedicated to Darkangel-mysticat, who first introduced me to fanfition.net. Many thanks!
Note: the term "where in Mordor" is the Middle-earth equivalent of "where the hell"
This is set some years before the Fellowship, not sure exactly when.
Chapter 1
Legolas stood at the balcony in his room, gazing out over the gardens of Elrond's house. Anyone looking would have seen nothing untoward, he was just leaning up against a pillar, apparently relaxed. However, inside he was as taut as a bowstring. From his lofty vantage point he could see the one on whom his thoughts had been bent for the last month, ever since he had arrived at Elrond's house.
'Tinuviel' he whispered, for she walked in her likeness, and he did not know her name. 'Tinuviel, aniron le...' (Tinuviel, I desire you...).
She was beautiful; tall and slender, she moved with a grace equal to any Elf. Her dark hair, rare amongst the Eldar, fell in a shining cascade down to her hips, hair that Legolas longed to touch and kiss... his Tinuviel. He sighed and turned to change for the feast later that evening, he had never seen her clearly, maybe tonight he would finally get his wish.
As he sat down at the High Table Legolas couldn't believe his luck, not only was he at the same table as his beloved, but was actually sitting right next to her! He turned to talk to her, but as he did so she tucked the side part of her hair behind her ear, enabling Legolas to see her face clearly for the first time. He gasped in shock and horror so loudly that everyone round the table turned to look at him. Legolas felt his face redden, and he hurriedly left the table, muttering that he didn't feel well and needed a lie-down. He nearly ran from the hall, the tension in him finally breaking, tears streaming down his face. How could he have been so stupid? How could he have given her his heart, not knowing who she was? Legolas fled out into the garden, an internal battleground as his feelings warred with his commonsense, his heart with his head.
He ran up the valley until he collapsed with exhaustion and lay panting on the ground, trying not to think of what people would say when they found out who he had pledged his soul to. 'Legolas Thranduillon (Thranduil's son) you are the most blockheaded Elf ever to have walked under the trees.' he berated himself silently, 'Pull yourself together you nancy excuse for a warrior, you!'. It was no good, Legolas knew it was no good, he would never be able to recover his heart, and so he gave himself up to grief.
He was still sobbing brokenly two hours later, when Aragorn the Ranger finally found him after much painstaking tracking, as Elves don't leave much of a trail even when running blind.
'Ah, Legolas, I have found you at last!' he exclaimed, 'the whole Valley is searching for you, where in Mordor have you been you fool?' Legolas said nothing, but Aragorn was not going to be put off so easily. 'What's the matter? I know that something's wrong. I have lived amongst the Eldar all my life, and when an Elf complains about being ill then they are really stuck for an excuse to leave the room! What was it? Come Legolas, we've been friends for long enough for you to tell me, please Legolas, what is wrong?' Legolas made no response but to curl up into an even tighter ball of misery, there was no way the Man would, or could, understand how he felt. Exasperated, Aragorn finally burst out, 'All right, all right, never mind! At least come out of the bush so's I can get back to the House, it's colder than Sauron's heart out here.' Even though Legolas felt like staying in the bush for the rest of eternity he consented, and as he stood muttered a lame excuse for a joke to try and lighten the mood.
'Sauron doesn't have a heart Aragorn.' The Man grinned,
'Maybe not, but it's still damn cold.' His smile faded as he took in the Elf-prince's appearance, 'Sweet Elbereth preserve us! What have you been doing to yourself?' Aragorn looked Legolas up and down, taking in the details. His face was streaked by tears, his eyes red from crying, and his nose was beginning to run. His soft golden hair, normally so perfect, resembled a furze bush, and his usually flawless clothes were torn by branches and twigs, spattered with mud and leaves. Worst of all, as Legolas had run through the rosebeds he had not bothered to avoid the thorns; his face and hands were covered in cuts where innumerable spikes had ripped his skin, leaving trails of blood that combined with tears as he wept, not feeling the stinging pain as salt mixed into his wounds while the blood clotted and dried.
'Morgoth's balls Legolas! Why?' then realising Legolas wasn't going to tell him, 'No, on second thoughts don't bother. Come on, let's get you back quickly, I don't want anyone else to see the proud Heir of Mirkwood in this state. I just hope no one will notice us if we sneak in the back way that's all. Here, take this.' So saying, Aragorn wrapped Legolas in his Ranger's travel-worn cloak, pulling the hood down so no one could see Legolas's blood- and tear-stained face. Hastily the two companions made their way back to the Last Homely House, trying hard not to be seen by any of the other members of the search party.
When they finally arrived, Aragorn swiftly led Legolas to one of the secluded parlours near the rear of the premises. Having sat down on a stool Legolas hung his head in his hands, fighting back a fresh wave of tears that threatened to engulf him. Aragorn stood over him, shaking his head,
'I'll find someone to take care of you and then I'll go call off the search, Elrond'll be nearly frantic by now. Please Legolas, don't cry, it breaks my heart to see you like this.' Aragorn left, trying not to feel too worried by his friend's behaviour, but Elves could die of such grief.
Legolas heard the barely audible sound of an Elf's step outside the door, presumably the 'someone' to look after him. They knocked and came in, and through a mist of tears he could see they were carrying what looked like a bowl of water. Suddenly a voice, sweet and low said,
'Legolas, telin le thaed.' (Legolas, I come to help you)
He blinked, and as his sight cleared he saw the last person he expected would come to him; Elrond's daughter, Arwen Undomiel.
Well what do you think? If you liked then please review, it will prompt me to write a second chapter! Input, please! *begs*. Apologies for the cliff-hanger, I couldn't resist!! Hehehehehe *evil laugh*.
*IMPORTANT NOTICE, PLEASE READ*
The plot has changed. The first two chapters have remained the same, but the rest of the story is now totally different from what I originally put in this intro. The rating has been changed to PG-13 because this fic no longer contains Haldir/Glorfindel, and I don't think Elwen and Legolas's relationship will merit R. This is due to reading The Silmarillion, which gave me a great idea for a plot and also for an ending. Yes it's true! Cuwen the Disorganised had no idea how her first fic was going to end, or even what was going to happen when she started writing! If there's demand for it then I will put the rest of the original half-plot in another fic. Please don't kill me, I'm very indecisive by nature.
Thank you. Hope you like! ;-)
This is my first fanfic so I don't know how good it is. Reviews would be much appreciated, coz if no one tells me to stop I will keep putting crap stuff on. If you don't think its very good then can you say what you don't like and why, so I can change & improve my work. I will try to include as many points as I am physically capable of doing. Flamers are allowed (grudgingly), but I feel bound to inform you that they will be read, their criticisms politely ignored, and their contents used to keep me warm on cold nights. This applies to any fanfic that I may write and not just this one. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!
By the way can you just review to say you've read it, my self-confidence needs a boost now and then and it would be good if I knew people read what I've spent weeks (slight exaggeration) writing!
Disclaimer: this fanfic came entirely out of my own head and any similarity to anyone else's story, characters, life or person is entirely accidental. I don't own The Lord Of The Rings or any of the characters. The only one that is mine is Elwen, please don't take her away from me! This text is copyrighted by Cúwen Eledhdil © 2002. This story is dedicated to Darkangel-mysticat, who first introduced me to fanfition.net. Many thanks!
Note: the term "where in Mordor" is the Middle-earth equivalent of "where the hell"
This is set some years before the Fellowship, not sure exactly when.
Chapter 1
Legolas stood at the balcony in his room, gazing out over the gardens of Elrond's house. Anyone looking would have seen nothing untoward, he was just leaning up against a pillar, apparently relaxed. However, inside he was as taut as a bowstring. From his lofty vantage point he could see the one on whom his thoughts had been bent for the last month, ever since he had arrived at Elrond's house.
'Tinuviel' he whispered, for she walked in her likeness, and he did not know her name. 'Tinuviel, aniron le...' (Tinuviel, I desire you...).
She was beautiful; tall and slender, she moved with a grace equal to any Elf. Her dark hair, rare amongst the Eldar, fell in a shining cascade down to her hips, hair that Legolas longed to touch and kiss... his Tinuviel. He sighed and turned to change for the feast later that evening, he had never seen her clearly, maybe tonight he would finally get his wish.
As he sat down at the High Table Legolas couldn't believe his luck, not only was he at the same table as his beloved, but was actually sitting right next to her! He turned to talk to her, but as he did so she tucked the side part of her hair behind her ear, enabling Legolas to see her face clearly for the first time. He gasped in shock and horror so loudly that everyone round the table turned to look at him. Legolas felt his face redden, and he hurriedly left the table, muttering that he didn't feel well and needed a lie-down. He nearly ran from the hall, the tension in him finally breaking, tears streaming down his face. How could he have been so stupid? How could he have given her his heart, not knowing who she was? Legolas fled out into the garden, an internal battleground as his feelings warred with his commonsense, his heart with his head.
He ran up the valley until he collapsed with exhaustion and lay panting on the ground, trying not to think of what people would say when they found out who he had pledged his soul to. 'Legolas Thranduillon (Thranduil's son) you are the most blockheaded Elf ever to have walked under the trees.' he berated himself silently, 'Pull yourself together you nancy excuse for a warrior, you!'. It was no good, Legolas knew it was no good, he would never be able to recover his heart, and so he gave himself up to grief.
He was still sobbing brokenly two hours later, when Aragorn the Ranger finally found him after much painstaking tracking, as Elves don't leave much of a trail even when running blind.
'Ah, Legolas, I have found you at last!' he exclaimed, 'the whole Valley is searching for you, where in Mordor have you been you fool?' Legolas said nothing, but Aragorn was not going to be put off so easily. 'What's the matter? I know that something's wrong. I have lived amongst the Eldar all my life, and when an Elf complains about being ill then they are really stuck for an excuse to leave the room! What was it? Come Legolas, we've been friends for long enough for you to tell me, please Legolas, what is wrong?' Legolas made no response but to curl up into an even tighter ball of misery, there was no way the Man would, or could, understand how he felt. Exasperated, Aragorn finally burst out, 'All right, all right, never mind! At least come out of the bush so's I can get back to the House, it's colder than Sauron's heart out here.' Even though Legolas felt like staying in the bush for the rest of eternity he consented, and as he stood muttered a lame excuse for a joke to try and lighten the mood.
'Sauron doesn't have a heart Aragorn.' The Man grinned,
'Maybe not, but it's still damn cold.' His smile faded as he took in the Elf-prince's appearance, 'Sweet Elbereth preserve us! What have you been doing to yourself?' Aragorn looked Legolas up and down, taking in the details. His face was streaked by tears, his eyes red from crying, and his nose was beginning to run. His soft golden hair, normally so perfect, resembled a furze bush, and his usually flawless clothes were torn by branches and twigs, spattered with mud and leaves. Worst of all, as Legolas had run through the rosebeds he had not bothered to avoid the thorns; his face and hands were covered in cuts where innumerable spikes had ripped his skin, leaving trails of blood that combined with tears as he wept, not feeling the stinging pain as salt mixed into his wounds while the blood clotted and dried.
'Morgoth's balls Legolas! Why?' then realising Legolas wasn't going to tell him, 'No, on second thoughts don't bother. Come on, let's get you back quickly, I don't want anyone else to see the proud Heir of Mirkwood in this state. I just hope no one will notice us if we sneak in the back way that's all. Here, take this.' So saying, Aragorn wrapped Legolas in his Ranger's travel-worn cloak, pulling the hood down so no one could see Legolas's blood- and tear-stained face. Hastily the two companions made their way back to the Last Homely House, trying hard not to be seen by any of the other members of the search party.
When they finally arrived, Aragorn swiftly led Legolas to one of the secluded parlours near the rear of the premises. Having sat down on a stool Legolas hung his head in his hands, fighting back a fresh wave of tears that threatened to engulf him. Aragorn stood over him, shaking his head,
'I'll find someone to take care of you and then I'll go call off the search, Elrond'll be nearly frantic by now. Please Legolas, don't cry, it breaks my heart to see you like this.' Aragorn left, trying not to feel too worried by his friend's behaviour, but Elves could die of such grief.
Legolas heard the barely audible sound of an Elf's step outside the door, presumably the 'someone' to look after him. They knocked and came in, and through a mist of tears he could see they were carrying what looked like a bowl of water. Suddenly a voice, sweet and low said,
'Legolas, telin le thaed.' (Legolas, I come to help you)
He blinked, and as his sight cleared he saw the last person he expected would come to him; Elrond's daughter, Arwen Undomiel.
Well what do you think? If you liked then please review, it will prompt me to write a second chapter! Input, please! *begs*. Apologies for the cliff-hanger, I couldn't resist!! Hehehehehe *evil laugh*.