Authors Notes: Ok, I've probably messed up with all the years, seeing as
most likely Legolas and Aragorn have never before met.. But, Oh well. This
is just a fan-fiction of a strange girl, so.. Whatever, right? Helpful
reviews and flames are welcome.. Even emails. If you email, I'll try and
get back to you as soon as my schedule allows.
If you don't like more description then dialogue, this story will not appeal to you very much. If you don't like the idea of any Lord of the Ring's Characters liking the same gender, please leave. Press the back button.
All unfamiliar characters/places/words are mine; the rest belong to Tolkien.
This story.. Um, well, so far, this chapter is set in Rivendell, before Frodo acquired the One Ring. I mean much before, and some during the War of the Ring.
For now, I shall rate this story 'PG', for it's pretty straight out, but it does contain some things that maybe some parents aren't willing to explain to their Children. ________________________________________________________________________
- Rivendell -
The breeze flows through my unruly brown hair, and into my chocolate coloured eyes. Those same eyes of mine follow the Elf like some beast on the hunt.
He walked so gracefully, his step continuously light, soundless and seemingly carefree. And as I watch his feet, I know he leaves no footsteps in the still damp ground from last nights' furious rainstorm.
His golden locks reflected the early morning sun, making the glow that radiated from his hair look somewhat ethereal. He keeps his eyes forward; not noticing me, those sapphire blue orbs that entranced me looked happy and content, even though his face was almost void from emotion.
I had always thought it strange, since I first had learned it that Royalty was taught to not show any or much emotion in public. This elf was a prince; he was in fact, the youngest prince of Northern Mirkwood, son of the King Thranduil.
I looked up at the sky, tearing my eyes from this entrancing creature that had now stopped to talk with another golden-haired elf. Grey ominous looking storm clouds were now matting about in the sky. It was going to be another rainstorm. I hoped it didn't put a damper on this evening's festivities.
((Next chapter being worked on.))
If you don't like more description then dialogue, this story will not appeal to you very much. If you don't like the idea of any Lord of the Ring's Characters liking the same gender, please leave. Press the back button.
All unfamiliar characters/places/words are mine; the rest belong to Tolkien.
This story.. Um, well, so far, this chapter is set in Rivendell, before Frodo acquired the One Ring. I mean much before, and some during the War of the Ring.
For now, I shall rate this story 'PG', for it's pretty straight out, but it does contain some things that maybe some parents aren't willing to explain to their Children. ________________________________________________________________________
- Rivendell -
The breeze flows through my unruly brown hair, and into my chocolate coloured eyes. Those same eyes of mine follow the Elf like some beast on the hunt.
He walked so gracefully, his step continuously light, soundless and seemingly carefree. And as I watch his feet, I know he leaves no footsteps in the still damp ground from last nights' furious rainstorm.
His golden locks reflected the early morning sun, making the glow that radiated from his hair look somewhat ethereal. He keeps his eyes forward; not noticing me, those sapphire blue orbs that entranced me looked happy and content, even though his face was almost void from emotion.
I had always thought it strange, since I first had learned it that Royalty was taught to not show any or much emotion in public. This elf was a prince; he was in fact, the youngest prince of Northern Mirkwood, son of the King Thranduil.
I looked up at the sky, tearing my eyes from this entrancing creature that had now stopped to talk with another golden-haired elf. Grey ominous looking storm clouds were now matting about in the sky. It was going to be another rainstorm. I hoped it didn't put a damper on this evening's festivities.
((Next chapter being worked on.))