This is gonna be a long, episode-after-episode story that I'm not quite
sure I'm gonna finish. Depends if you like it or not (And I'll only know if
you review, wink wink!)
Anyway, the big picture is that Legolas leaves Mirkwood to Rohan and finds out the extreme poverty there. He develops enemies, friends and there will be a LOT of twists and action later on, don't worry, it's not all leggymance and crud, I just wanted to try something new and I don't think it turned out that great... let me know (wink wink!)
So here's book one and let me know if you want to see a book two!
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Chapter 1
A thin cloud of fog appeared in front of Legolas's mouth whenever he had exhaled. He looked up at the great palace through the treetops. The palace was nothing but a great oak tree with long thick branches stretching to the sky with spots of light from the windows. The leaves and twigs acted as thick roofs that not even three feet of snow from the Misty Mountains could penetrate. They stayed there all year round and never fell. The majesty of the palace awed the travelers inside as they would dance and feast to the music of the woodland realm, flutes, strings and laughter could be heard in the courtyard where the elf prince stood in a heavy coat that covered his arms and had pockets he could shove his hands inside. He wore dress trousers that hung over his dancing slippers. He shifted his weight quickly from one foot to the other, trying to stay warm in the cold night.
'I love the night before the first snow.' said a voice behind him. Legolas turned to see an elf standing in a stone archway infested with vines that carried dried blossoms that had dried but still held their magical silver color. The lady's eyes were shaded with a light blue and had bright colored lips. Her hair was tied back in a bun with a curly mane that stretched down to her waist. She smiled as she approached him, her silver slippers poking out from underneath the golden hem of her gown.
'Me too.' said Legolas with a smile as full and beautiful as hers. She wrapped her arms around his neck. Legolas could see goose bumps on her arms. 'Here.' he said. He pulled off his coat and set if over her shoulders. She smiled and kissed him sweetly on the lips. Legolas no longer needed the coat to feel warm.
'So, here I am.' she said, gazing lovingly into his eyes.
'And here I am.' replied Legolas.
'What are we going to do?' Legolas smiled and pecked her on the lips once more.
'How about we head up to me room, I'll grab some food, and we have our own little feast?' she smiled and took one step closer, filling the gap between their bodies.
'Sounds great.' she said. Legolas hugged her around the waist and they kissed passionately for a few moments. She laughed and they started to walk away from the courtyard.
Legolas started when he saw another shape in the archway. He stared in horror and the mangled body that stood before them. Blood was pouring over his hands that clutched his chest. Elenest shrieked with terror and clutched Legolas's arm. The elf squinted at them as though he couldn't see clearly. He grabbed onto the archway for support.
'Help me...' he said quietly before he collapsed. Blood spurted from a gaping hole in his chest that spilled his organs out before them, including his beating heart. Legolas took a step forward, but Elenest pulled him back.
'No, wait!' she cried. 'Don't touch him!'
Another elf appeared in the archway. An older woman who was out of breath and wounded as well. She was clutching her arm that had stopped bleeding but still had a red gloss to it.
'Alamar!' she cried as she knelt beside the body. 'Alamar! Please, don't die! Don't leave me alone!' she shook his shoulders with her good arm. His head rolled, but there was no movement of his chest. The heart on the ground stopped beating. Legolas felt like gagging.
'You!' cried the elf, looking up at him. 'You killed my husband! You took him from me!'
'What?' Legolas asked holding up his hands.
'You killed him! You killed him!'
'I never touched him!'
'You bastard! You killed him! You killed him!' she repeated as she advanced. Elenest stepped in front of Legolas.
'Calm down! We'll take you to the palace and-'
'Out of my way, tramp!' Legolas was stunned. He had never, ever heard an elf utter that obnoxious word before. They always had such cunning ways of compliments and insults, but this woman's madness drove her into the ugly verbal abuse of low placed men. 'You killed him!' she pushed Elenest to the ground and threw herself into Legolas. Legolas was knocked back against the hedge wall.
'I didn't kill any-' he was cut off by the woman slapping him across the face. Stars appeared behind his eyes and numbness ceased his cheek. 'Wait-' another ugly slap. Legolas grabbed the woman's hand and stuck his foot behind hers. He pushed her back and she spun around into the hedge. They had switched places and Legolas held her hand away from him and her other at her side.
'Would you listen to me?' he cried.
'Legolas! What in Valar's name is going on here?' Legolas looked over his shoulder to see the captain of the guard and several recruits standing there, swords drawn and faces fixed on the body on the ground. Legolas opened his mouth to speak but was cut off again by the woman still against the hedge.
'He killed my husband! He murdered him!'
'I never!' snapped Legolas, facing the woman once more.
'Legolas, what happened?' Legolas let go of the woman who immediately darted to her husband's side again.
'He killed him! He killed him!' she cried. Legolas shook his head.
'How could I? Do you see a weapon on me?' one of the guards advanced and began to pat his arms, legs and back. He grabbed something and pulled out a small dagger. There was fresh blood on it.
'Explain this!' he demanded as the woman continued to cry hysterically. Legolas stared. He knew he hadn't dressed with any blade underneath his tunic and was positive he hadn't used one since training that afternoon.
'I've never seen that before!' he cried with his hands up. 'I swear! I didn't kill anybody!'
'He killed him! He killed him!' one of the guards was trying to pull the woman away but she fought. He held her and they disappeared through the archway.
'Seize him!' commanded the captain. Another three guards appeared and stared.
'Sir, Legolas would never have done this!' one insisted.
'He's a prime suspect. He must be questioned!' the captain was throwing them fruitful excuses. The guards had no choice.
'But I was with him the whole time!' cried Elenest. 'I met him here not ten minutes ago!'
'That elf was attacked possibly over thirty minutes ago! You didn't know what he was doing before then, did you?' Elenest glared at the guard.
'Elenest, you can go.' said Legolas as guards put his wrists and ankles in shackles. 'Go home. I'll send a message as soon as I can. Okay?' Elenest just stared at him. 'Elenest?' she looked once more at the guards then gave Legolas a little kiss.
'Don't be too long.' she whispered before she rushed off through the archway. Legolas stared after her with a worried expression.
'C'mon Legolas.' said the captain. 'You're father will want a word with you.' Legolas hesitated and one of the guards gave him a little push. They, too, headed through the arch.
Anyway, the big picture is that Legolas leaves Mirkwood to Rohan and finds out the extreme poverty there. He develops enemies, friends and there will be a LOT of twists and action later on, don't worry, it's not all leggymance and crud, I just wanted to try something new and I don't think it turned out that great... let me know (wink wink!)
So here's book one and let me know if you want to see a book two!
.
Chapter 1
A thin cloud of fog appeared in front of Legolas's mouth whenever he had exhaled. He looked up at the great palace through the treetops. The palace was nothing but a great oak tree with long thick branches stretching to the sky with spots of light from the windows. The leaves and twigs acted as thick roofs that not even three feet of snow from the Misty Mountains could penetrate. They stayed there all year round and never fell. The majesty of the palace awed the travelers inside as they would dance and feast to the music of the woodland realm, flutes, strings and laughter could be heard in the courtyard where the elf prince stood in a heavy coat that covered his arms and had pockets he could shove his hands inside. He wore dress trousers that hung over his dancing slippers. He shifted his weight quickly from one foot to the other, trying to stay warm in the cold night.
'I love the night before the first snow.' said a voice behind him. Legolas turned to see an elf standing in a stone archway infested with vines that carried dried blossoms that had dried but still held their magical silver color. The lady's eyes were shaded with a light blue and had bright colored lips. Her hair was tied back in a bun with a curly mane that stretched down to her waist. She smiled as she approached him, her silver slippers poking out from underneath the golden hem of her gown.
'Me too.' said Legolas with a smile as full and beautiful as hers. She wrapped her arms around his neck. Legolas could see goose bumps on her arms. 'Here.' he said. He pulled off his coat and set if over her shoulders. She smiled and kissed him sweetly on the lips. Legolas no longer needed the coat to feel warm.
'So, here I am.' she said, gazing lovingly into his eyes.
'And here I am.' replied Legolas.
'What are we going to do?' Legolas smiled and pecked her on the lips once more.
'How about we head up to me room, I'll grab some food, and we have our own little feast?' she smiled and took one step closer, filling the gap between their bodies.
'Sounds great.' she said. Legolas hugged her around the waist and they kissed passionately for a few moments. She laughed and they started to walk away from the courtyard.
Legolas started when he saw another shape in the archway. He stared in horror and the mangled body that stood before them. Blood was pouring over his hands that clutched his chest. Elenest shrieked with terror and clutched Legolas's arm. The elf squinted at them as though he couldn't see clearly. He grabbed onto the archway for support.
'Help me...' he said quietly before he collapsed. Blood spurted from a gaping hole in his chest that spilled his organs out before them, including his beating heart. Legolas took a step forward, but Elenest pulled him back.
'No, wait!' she cried. 'Don't touch him!'
Another elf appeared in the archway. An older woman who was out of breath and wounded as well. She was clutching her arm that had stopped bleeding but still had a red gloss to it.
'Alamar!' she cried as she knelt beside the body. 'Alamar! Please, don't die! Don't leave me alone!' she shook his shoulders with her good arm. His head rolled, but there was no movement of his chest. The heart on the ground stopped beating. Legolas felt like gagging.
'You!' cried the elf, looking up at him. 'You killed my husband! You took him from me!'
'What?' Legolas asked holding up his hands.
'You killed him! You killed him!'
'I never touched him!'
'You bastard! You killed him! You killed him!' she repeated as she advanced. Elenest stepped in front of Legolas.
'Calm down! We'll take you to the palace and-'
'Out of my way, tramp!' Legolas was stunned. He had never, ever heard an elf utter that obnoxious word before. They always had such cunning ways of compliments and insults, but this woman's madness drove her into the ugly verbal abuse of low placed men. 'You killed him!' she pushed Elenest to the ground and threw herself into Legolas. Legolas was knocked back against the hedge wall.
'I didn't kill any-' he was cut off by the woman slapping him across the face. Stars appeared behind his eyes and numbness ceased his cheek. 'Wait-' another ugly slap. Legolas grabbed the woman's hand and stuck his foot behind hers. He pushed her back and she spun around into the hedge. They had switched places and Legolas held her hand away from him and her other at her side.
'Would you listen to me?' he cried.
'Legolas! What in Valar's name is going on here?' Legolas looked over his shoulder to see the captain of the guard and several recruits standing there, swords drawn and faces fixed on the body on the ground. Legolas opened his mouth to speak but was cut off again by the woman still against the hedge.
'He killed my husband! He murdered him!'
'I never!' snapped Legolas, facing the woman once more.
'Legolas, what happened?' Legolas let go of the woman who immediately darted to her husband's side again.
'He killed him! He killed him!' she cried. Legolas shook his head.
'How could I? Do you see a weapon on me?' one of the guards advanced and began to pat his arms, legs and back. He grabbed something and pulled out a small dagger. There was fresh blood on it.
'Explain this!' he demanded as the woman continued to cry hysterically. Legolas stared. He knew he hadn't dressed with any blade underneath his tunic and was positive he hadn't used one since training that afternoon.
'I've never seen that before!' he cried with his hands up. 'I swear! I didn't kill anybody!'
'He killed him! He killed him!' one of the guards was trying to pull the woman away but she fought. He held her and they disappeared through the archway.
'Seize him!' commanded the captain. Another three guards appeared and stared.
'Sir, Legolas would never have done this!' one insisted.
'He's a prime suspect. He must be questioned!' the captain was throwing them fruitful excuses. The guards had no choice.
'But I was with him the whole time!' cried Elenest. 'I met him here not ten minutes ago!'
'That elf was attacked possibly over thirty minutes ago! You didn't know what he was doing before then, did you?' Elenest glared at the guard.
'Elenest, you can go.' said Legolas as guards put his wrists and ankles in shackles. 'Go home. I'll send a message as soon as I can. Okay?' Elenest just stared at him. 'Elenest?' she looked once more at the guards then gave Legolas a little kiss.
'Don't be too long.' she whispered before she rushed off through the archway. Legolas stared after her with a worried expression.
'C'mon Legolas.' said the captain. 'You're father will want a word with you.' Legolas hesitated and one of the guards gave him a little push. They, too, headed through the arch.