Okay, I have gotten your complaints and I thank you dearly for telling me.
(chuckles to herself) I am really a lost and confused writer. I have never
read the Lord of the Rings books and can only follow the crazy things that
I find on the net. thank you for setting me straight and I am fully aware
that my beloved drows do not inhabit the world of middle earth and heck,
did I say that the story was on middle earth?! I am also sorry that I
spelled both RivenDell and that other city in this fic wrong. Right this
moment I don't have book to correct them all. Don't worry, I have recently
acquired the Monstrous Manual and I plan to put out some original or at
least some good, hardy, correct stuff to read. I truly thank the people who
corrected my wrong ideas. and one more thing about the drows. they may not
live in middle earth, but my computer and creative writing teachers don't
know that! And besides, I'm the writer, if I wanted purple cows with green
snot to fly down on the white house, then I could have purple cows with
green snot fly down on the white house, but I'm not talking about the white
house. This is a fan fiction. I'm not going to say that everything I write
is based on fact. if that was the case, do you think that I would have even
posted the thing?! I like it, my normally sarcastic friends like it and I
just got an A for writing it so that's all that matters. I haven't played
D&D and I have only watched Lord of the Rings and yes, I will admit that
nowhere does it say that Legolas is a prince. well like I said before. I
like it and that's all that matters. you reviews just tell me what I need
to do. (looks up at the sky and begs god for mercy) anyway, thanks for your
time!
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Legolas ran out the room with more than just going for a stroll through Rivendale on his schedule. He had a certain ranger on the mind, a ranger by the name of Lenna deValseen. It had been nearly two days since she had punished the young prince for such a petty crime as kissing her soft lips. Oh how he wished to see her beautiful, dark ebon face again. To touch her satin skin and to feel her long white hair. that's what he wanted, that's what he longed for. His love for her was beyond what words of any lavish language could translate.
Yes, he knew that he shouldn't be concerned with what goes on in her life and knew that he had other business that required his full attention at the council. He also knew the consequences to come if his father were to find out about his son's love for a drow elf. Being the first borne prince of the light elves had it's drawbacks.
Ridding through the forests, he got lost in thought as he absently wandered away form his home. He had lived for about three millennia and had found attraction in many women before, but never before had he felt the desire that he now felt for any of those women. He cursed himself for his people because of their rules. He was more than willing to give his immortal life up for his love. Unfortunately, he was the prince and future king. Unlike his sister, Arwen, who gave her life for Strider, her one true love, a mer mortal man, he did not have a choice. Out of the blue, he heard a feint noise. Instinctively, he reached for his bow and took aim.
"I command you, in the name of the elves of Mirkwood, show yourselves!"
"Huh, ye command me, young elf? When does the prince of the light elves command the prince of the first family de Valseen, house of the head matron of the Menzobanranian drows?" Pleased to hear a familiar voice, Legolas eased his bow.
"Well then I am mistaken, forgive me Scalon and my our peaceful friendship continue to flourish." He turned around on his saddle and looked around to try and spot his dark friend.
With a smile uncommon to his kin, Scalon stepped out of the shadows of the trees.
"Ye are forgiven and our friendship as strong as ever, but that is unless ye are truly as blind as ye seem to be. What is on your mind young elf?" he asked as he casually jumped onto the horse and rested his elbow on Legolas' shoulder. "Is it a pretty female?" his lavender eyes sparkled with mischief and the evening sun. Turning to face the drow, Legolas smiled.
"Shouldn't you be in your kingdom under the earth?"
"And shouldn't you be worrying about other matters than my ranger cousin?" He laughed and jumped off the horse with skill to rival the most graceful of the light elves. "We shall meet again young Legolas, prince of light, we shall meet again!" with that, he melted back into the shadows.
His spirit having being uplifted, the young prince returned home.
The evening meal was superb. It was the night of the red moon and the whole countryside was alive with music and cheer. Though the atmosphere inside the palace wasn't as grand.
"This has gone on far too long! It is time that we show those filthy rats that we will not stand for their petty games!" Legolas pondered the reasons for his father's anger as he listened intently at the raving monarch. Suddenly, guards burst into the room with a small drow child.
"Your highness, we have found this child wondering the stables. What do we do with it." Angered by being called a child and an it, the young youth pulled himself loose from the hold of the two guards and stared at the prince in distaste as he wiped the warm blood from his lips.
"Who are you? What reason do you have on the surface young drow?" the prince tried to keep calm yet stern in the presence of his father.
"I am Aston Vie Asoonde, second boy of the house of Asoonde, third house of Menzobanran. I was only looking for my sister. Ye have no reason to keep me here. Let me go and find her, or my matron mother will be angry at both our loses." His dark brown eyes stared deeply into the prince's pale blue, searching for a weakness of some sort.
"Let him go." The guards stood in amazement as the drow walked proudly out the door with his head held high.
Later that night, the first glimpses of dawn were fast approaching the little hills and homes of the residents of Middle Earth. Legolas was once again out riding in the woods. Only this time, he was searching for Lenna.
"Come on Lenna, where are you? Valor knows that you sense me as I sense you." He felt a quiet breeze flow through his hair. "Come on Lenna, I know you're here! The trees whisper of your name!" his words echoed for a ways and faded. His heart sank as he waited for nothing. He then felt a smooth hand on his neck sending chills down his spine.
"Ye call for me young prince of the surface? Why?" Legolas could feel her warm breath on his neck; her words dripped in the most erotic venom that one could imagine, making up for her broken elvish.
"Your people are facing war on their doorstep, my father found a boy named Aston from the third house. That for some reason put him over his limits." He tired to keep his voice calm despite the knots in his stomach.
"That is not the only reason why ye called me, is it Legolas?" the sound of his voice sent a sensation down to the very tips of his fingers. Her black head and white hair rested on his shoulder, her hand on his dagger in hidden in the front of his tunic. All through their conversation, Legolas had still been driving the horse deeper into the woods. Lenna looked up ahead, her inferred vision telling her that no one was around and jumped off the horse.
"No,"
"Ne?"
"No, that's not the only reason I called to you. I wanted to say that I am sorry for being such a fool a few days ago. I never should have-
She stopped him from speaking with her hand on his lips.
"Ye have no reasons to pity yourself, I now understand your intentions and owe ye the apologies Legolas." She stopped the horse and held her hand to the befuddled prince. "To go against your every instinct and believe your heart is a very bold move among my people, if I were not able to control my feelings, I would be dead now and not know your soft touch. She took his hand and pulled him off the bat stallion with ease. "If it weren't for ye, I wouldn't know the feelings of being a mother." At that, Legolas stood in shock. He went through the memories in his head and found the one moment that had been tucked away for three days and started to unravel it's protective bindings.
"But how could that-
Before he could finish his thought, Scalon came rushing through the thick thorny shrub. Lenna looked at him for a moment with a curious spark in her bright green eyes.
"The elves are making their way to the city Lenna and ye sit here doing Lolth knows what! Come and lead our people! All the other houses are fighting without a leader to claim them, come to your people!" he eyed Legolas with a keen stare. "And as for ye prince, be gone and fight with your people so that we may see who's the better race." He left as quickly as he came.
"See, I told you Lenna, my father is angry over nothing. I can't stop him."
"Then go with whom ye truly belongs elf. Fallow your heart and do what ye think is right." She then disappeared into the darkness leaving the prince to ponder her words.
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Legolas ran out the room with more than just going for a stroll through Rivendale on his schedule. He had a certain ranger on the mind, a ranger by the name of Lenna deValseen. It had been nearly two days since she had punished the young prince for such a petty crime as kissing her soft lips. Oh how he wished to see her beautiful, dark ebon face again. To touch her satin skin and to feel her long white hair. that's what he wanted, that's what he longed for. His love for her was beyond what words of any lavish language could translate.
Yes, he knew that he shouldn't be concerned with what goes on in her life and knew that he had other business that required his full attention at the council. He also knew the consequences to come if his father were to find out about his son's love for a drow elf. Being the first borne prince of the light elves had it's drawbacks.
Ridding through the forests, he got lost in thought as he absently wandered away form his home. He had lived for about three millennia and had found attraction in many women before, but never before had he felt the desire that he now felt for any of those women. He cursed himself for his people because of their rules. He was more than willing to give his immortal life up for his love. Unfortunately, he was the prince and future king. Unlike his sister, Arwen, who gave her life for Strider, her one true love, a mer mortal man, he did not have a choice. Out of the blue, he heard a feint noise. Instinctively, he reached for his bow and took aim.
"I command you, in the name of the elves of Mirkwood, show yourselves!"
"Huh, ye command me, young elf? When does the prince of the light elves command the prince of the first family de Valseen, house of the head matron of the Menzobanranian drows?" Pleased to hear a familiar voice, Legolas eased his bow.
"Well then I am mistaken, forgive me Scalon and my our peaceful friendship continue to flourish." He turned around on his saddle and looked around to try and spot his dark friend.
With a smile uncommon to his kin, Scalon stepped out of the shadows of the trees.
"Ye are forgiven and our friendship as strong as ever, but that is unless ye are truly as blind as ye seem to be. What is on your mind young elf?" he asked as he casually jumped onto the horse and rested his elbow on Legolas' shoulder. "Is it a pretty female?" his lavender eyes sparkled with mischief and the evening sun. Turning to face the drow, Legolas smiled.
"Shouldn't you be in your kingdom under the earth?"
"And shouldn't you be worrying about other matters than my ranger cousin?" He laughed and jumped off the horse with skill to rival the most graceful of the light elves. "We shall meet again young Legolas, prince of light, we shall meet again!" with that, he melted back into the shadows.
His spirit having being uplifted, the young prince returned home.
The evening meal was superb. It was the night of the red moon and the whole countryside was alive with music and cheer. Though the atmosphere inside the palace wasn't as grand.
"This has gone on far too long! It is time that we show those filthy rats that we will not stand for their petty games!" Legolas pondered the reasons for his father's anger as he listened intently at the raving monarch. Suddenly, guards burst into the room with a small drow child.
"Your highness, we have found this child wondering the stables. What do we do with it." Angered by being called a child and an it, the young youth pulled himself loose from the hold of the two guards and stared at the prince in distaste as he wiped the warm blood from his lips.
"Who are you? What reason do you have on the surface young drow?" the prince tried to keep calm yet stern in the presence of his father.
"I am Aston Vie Asoonde, second boy of the house of Asoonde, third house of Menzobanran. I was only looking for my sister. Ye have no reason to keep me here. Let me go and find her, or my matron mother will be angry at both our loses." His dark brown eyes stared deeply into the prince's pale blue, searching for a weakness of some sort.
"Let him go." The guards stood in amazement as the drow walked proudly out the door with his head held high.
Later that night, the first glimpses of dawn were fast approaching the little hills and homes of the residents of Middle Earth. Legolas was once again out riding in the woods. Only this time, he was searching for Lenna.
"Come on Lenna, where are you? Valor knows that you sense me as I sense you." He felt a quiet breeze flow through his hair. "Come on Lenna, I know you're here! The trees whisper of your name!" his words echoed for a ways and faded. His heart sank as he waited for nothing. He then felt a smooth hand on his neck sending chills down his spine.
"Ye call for me young prince of the surface? Why?" Legolas could feel her warm breath on his neck; her words dripped in the most erotic venom that one could imagine, making up for her broken elvish.
"Your people are facing war on their doorstep, my father found a boy named Aston from the third house. That for some reason put him over his limits." He tired to keep his voice calm despite the knots in his stomach.
"That is not the only reason why ye called me, is it Legolas?" the sound of his voice sent a sensation down to the very tips of his fingers. Her black head and white hair rested on his shoulder, her hand on his dagger in hidden in the front of his tunic. All through their conversation, Legolas had still been driving the horse deeper into the woods. Lenna looked up ahead, her inferred vision telling her that no one was around and jumped off the horse.
"No,"
"Ne?"
"No, that's not the only reason I called to you. I wanted to say that I am sorry for being such a fool a few days ago. I never should have-
She stopped him from speaking with her hand on his lips.
"Ye have no reasons to pity yourself, I now understand your intentions and owe ye the apologies Legolas." She stopped the horse and held her hand to the befuddled prince. "To go against your every instinct and believe your heart is a very bold move among my people, if I were not able to control my feelings, I would be dead now and not know your soft touch. She took his hand and pulled him off the bat stallion with ease. "If it weren't for ye, I wouldn't know the feelings of being a mother." At that, Legolas stood in shock. He went through the memories in his head and found the one moment that had been tucked away for three days and started to unravel it's protective bindings.
"But how could that-
Before he could finish his thought, Scalon came rushing through the thick thorny shrub. Lenna looked at him for a moment with a curious spark in her bright green eyes.
"The elves are making their way to the city Lenna and ye sit here doing Lolth knows what! Come and lead our people! All the other houses are fighting without a leader to claim them, come to your people!" he eyed Legolas with a keen stare. "And as for ye prince, be gone and fight with your people so that we may see who's the better race." He left as quickly as he came.
"See, I told you Lenna, my father is angry over nothing. I can't stop him."
"Then go with whom ye truly belongs elf. Fallow your heart and do what ye think is right." She then disappeared into the darkness leaving the prince to ponder her words.
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