I'm taking a little break from The Ten Things We Hate About You to
write this. Probably not my best work, but hey it has some A/L slash, so
I'm happy. The dialogue in the whole entire story is in elvish so you don't
have to look for little signs. (isn't that convenient?) However character's
thoughts are in italics.
None of these people or places belong to me (except Leif) but if I did I would be the happiest girl alive. I might be the second happiest girl alive if you reviewed this story. Hope you enjoy it!
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Legolas flew swiftly through the trees of Mirkwood, near his fathers' castle. His face split into a grin as he watched his best friend, Alana stare up at the branches.
"Legolas come down here now!" she shouted, her green eyes flashing. "If you don't I'll leave without you!"
Sighing, he jumped down, saying, "You know I can't say no to you."
"Damn right," she said smirking. He grinned back. "Now let's go! I'm tired of you making me wait because of your stupid jokes."
"Sorry," said Legolas, picking up his bow and arrows. "But you can't blame me. I'm always forced to act so…"
"Regally?" she finished. "You really don't have a choice. You were born into royalty."
"Yeah, and I hate it," said Legolas, staring at the blue sky that shilouted the emerald green of the leaves. Just looking at his beloved home made him feel better. Alana laughed, watching him. "I can see why you don't want to rule. You're too soft hearted."
"Soft hearted or not I still have a better shot than you," he retorted as they reached the target they had set up the other day.
"Well then prove it," she said laughing.
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In the castle of King Thranduil…
"Father, Lord Elrond has arrived," said Legolas's youngest cousin.
"Thank you Leif," said King Thranduil, not looking up from the document he was reading. "Would you mind finding Legolas for me? There's someone I want him to meet."
"Yes uncle," said Leif. But before he left he said, "Uncle, I saw Legolas go off with that daughter of the captain of the guards…Alana, if that's her name. Even after you told him not to…" To Leif's disappointment, his uncle was distracted when Lord Elrond walked in, his daughter behind him, sulking. Scowling, Leif left to go find his cousin.
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In the forest…
"Nice shot!" commented Legolas as Alana's arrow hit the target a little off center. "Just concentrate harder. Feel the power behind the arrow in your fingertips."
"I can't!" she said exasperatedly. "You'll always be better at archery than me."
"Yeah but you're better than me at so many other things," murmured Legolas, blushing.
"You are too modest, my prince," said Alana, teasing him.
"Yeah right," came a cold voice from the trees. Legolas's cousin walked into the clearing his eyes narrowed. "Your father wants to see you Legolas," His expression told Legolas he was in trouble.
Alana must have seen this to for she brought her face an inch away from Leif's saying, "You can't get him in trouble forever."
"Watch me, underling," spat Leif.
Legolas just looked between his cousin and his best friend noticing how different they were. Alana looked nothing like the other elves of Mirkwood. She was short and had wispy auburn hair, unlike he and Leif who were both tall and graceful with long blonde hair. Her green eyes radiated heat, while Leif's gray ones stared coldly back.
"I'll be there in a moment Leif," said Legolas breaking up their fight. Shooting Alana a look of disgust Leif left.
"Don't let him push you around like that!" cried Alana.
"I don't have a choice. My father isn't happy with my choice of friends…"
"Why should he tell you who you should be friends with?"
"Um, I really should be go and see what he wants," said Legolas nervously.
"You can't always avoid the subject Legolas!" shouted Alana as he sprinted off into the forest.
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In the castle…
Legolas slowly walked across the green tiled throne room, approaching his stone-faced father.
"Ah Legolas, here you are," said the king looking over his son's dirt stained leggings and sweaty face.
"Leif said you wanted to see me?" asked Legolas, feeling uneasy.
"Yes, I wanted you to meet someone."
"Great," thought Legolas. "Probably another girl he wants me to marry…"
The great doors, at the other end of the hall, opened and there stood a girl. But while all the others had seemed so young she looked about his age. (1,923 years, (17 human years) Her face was framed with black hair, unusual for an elf. Blue eyes glared at him, and Legolas could tell she wasn't afraid of anything. But that was a quality he liked in a friend, not a wife.
"Hello," she said forcefully, fidgeting in her long white gown. "My name is Arwen Halfelven."
"Legolas Greenleaf," said Legolas listlessly. Sure she was pretty and seemed to have more personality than any of his other potential brides, but he was going to show his father he wouldn't be won over so easily.
None of these people or places belong to me (except Leif) but if I did I would be the happiest girl alive. I might be the second happiest girl alive if you reviewed this story. Hope you enjoy it!
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Legolas flew swiftly through the trees of Mirkwood, near his fathers' castle. His face split into a grin as he watched his best friend, Alana stare up at the branches.
"Legolas come down here now!" she shouted, her green eyes flashing. "If you don't I'll leave without you!"
Sighing, he jumped down, saying, "You know I can't say no to you."
"Damn right," she said smirking. He grinned back. "Now let's go! I'm tired of you making me wait because of your stupid jokes."
"Sorry," said Legolas, picking up his bow and arrows. "But you can't blame me. I'm always forced to act so…"
"Regally?" she finished. "You really don't have a choice. You were born into royalty."
"Yeah, and I hate it," said Legolas, staring at the blue sky that shilouted the emerald green of the leaves. Just looking at his beloved home made him feel better. Alana laughed, watching him. "I can see why you don't want to rule. You're too soft hearted."
"Soft hearted or not I still have a better shot than you," he retorted as they reached the target they had set up the other day.
"Well then prove it," she said laughing.
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In the castle of King Thranduil…
"Father, Lord Elrond has arrived," said Legolas's youngest cousin.
"Thank you Leif," said King Thranduil, not looking up from the document he was reading. "Would you mind finding Legolas for me? There's someone I want him to meet."
"Yes uncle," said Leif. But before he left he said, "Uncle, I saw Legolas go off with that daughter of the captain of the guards…Alana, if that's her name. Even after you told him not to…" To Leif's disappointment, his uncle was distracted when Lord Elrond walked in, his daughter behind him, sulking. Scowling, Leif left to go find his cousin.
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In the forest…
"Nice shot!" commented Legolas as Alana's arrow hit the target a little off center. "Just concentrate harder. Feel the power behind the arrow in your fingertips."
"I can't!" she said exasperatedly. "You'll always be better at archery than me."
"Yeah but you're better than me at so many other things," murmured Legolas, blushing.
"You are too modest, my prince," said Alana, teasing him.
"Yeah right," came a cold voice from the trees. Legolas's cousin walked into the clearing his eyes narrowed. "Your father wants to see you Legolas," His expression told Legolas he was in trouble.
Alana must have seen this to for she brought her face an inch away from Leif's saying, "You can't get him in trouble forever."
"Watch me, underling," spat Leif.
Legolas just looked between his cousin and his best friend noticing how different they were. Alana looked nothing like the other elves of Mirkwood. She was short and had wispy auburn hair, unlike he and Leif who were both tall and graceful with long blonde hair. Her green eyes radiated heat, while Leif's gray ones stared coldly back.
"I'll be there in a moment Leif," said Legolas breaking up their fight. Shooting Alana a look of disgust Leif left.
"Don't let him push you around like that!" cried Alana.
"I don't have a choice. My father isn't happy with my choice of friends…"
"Why should he tell you who you should be friends with?"
"Um, I really should be go and see what he wants," said Legolas nervously.
"You can't always avoid the subject Legolas!" shouted Alana as he sprinted off into the forest.
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In the castle…
Legolas slowly walked across the green tiled throne room, approaching his stone-faced father.
"Ah Legolas, here you are," said the king looking over his son's dirt stained leggings and sweaty face.
"Leif said you wanted to see me?" asked Legolas, feeling uneasy.
"Yes, I wanted you to meet someone."
"Great," thought Legolas. "Probably another girl he wants me to marry…"
The great doors, at the other end of the hall, opened and there stood a girl. But while all the others had seemed so young she looked about his age. (1,923 years, (17 human years) Her face was framed with black hair, unusual for an elf. Blue eyes glared at him, and Legolas could tell she wasn't afraid of anything. But that was a quality he liked in a friend, not a wife.
"Hello," she said forcefully, fidgeting in her long white gown. "My name is Arwen Halfelven."
"Legolas Greenleaf," said Legolas listlessly. Sure she was pretty and seemed to have more personality than any of his other potential brides, but he was going to show his father he wouldn't be won over so easily.