*~*Newly revised version 2.0*~ This is something very new for me. I have never written a LotR fic before. Hell, I haven't had the drive to finish uploading my Harry Potter one. Sorry! I have only seen the first movie and read the first and second book. And this was only recently. *Gasp!* Yes, it's true. But I have an idea of what's going on so I'm not going in completely blind here! Oh well. This idea has been floating in my head for awhile, well a couple of days, and I want to test drive it. I don't know if I will even continue it. We'll just see how it goes. Don't expect elvish or anything in here b/c I don't know it. I don't own anything except things or people you recognize. If something seems amiss in your perfect little eyes, get over it! It's my story! It focuses on Legolas b/c he was the only reason I watched the movie. I'm sure ya'll understand. ;-)
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Legolas Greenleaf, prince of Mirkwood, sat tall on his steed. His thick blond hair spilled down his back as a light breeze played with it as he rode along. This was his homecoming. After being gone for so long on a perilous journey to destoy the one ring, he has returned.
Aragorn, the new king of Gondor, rode beside him as the rest of the fellowship rode closely behind them.
People of the city flocked to the scene. Their valiant prince had returned! Confettie and banners filled the air like dust. Ladies swooned at the sight of the royals that galloped past them on thier way to the palace. Men whooped and nodded their heads as if they knew all would be well when the king sent his only son on a deadly journey.
Legolas' blue eyes scanned the crowd. They were now near the steps of his childhood home. He met the eyes of his elvin friends near the steps and nodded their way. All of his friends were present; except one. Legolas furrowned his eyebrows at the absent sight of this. Shouldn't the one that was missing be the happiest of all now that he is home and well?
The fellowship stepped up the alabastor marble steps and kneeled before the king, Legloas' father, Thurdail. When they rose Legolas stepped and embraced his father. "Welcome home son." Thurdail whispered in his ear. "Well done." Legolas thanked him and they were all escorted out into the private gardens out back.
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About an hour later after everyone was refreshed and socializing with each other, Legolas slipped behind one of the garden walls. He made sure that Arwen preoccupied Aragorn and Gandalf held the attention of his father and Gimli. They might not want to witness where he was going.
He slipped past the guards by means of climbing one of the many trees that flanked the lavish palace and scaling the rest of the wall that protected the home. He dropped with elvish grace and ease onto the dirt ground below.
He procedded to brush any dust that made its way onto his clothing and made for a shabby, run down pub at the end of the road behind a seamstress shop. This was not exactly a place his father believed the future king of Mirkwood should be seen at. He lowered his head and brushed past the double doors. The pub was dimly lit as the only sources of light came from the burned candles on each of the few tables. His feet made a familiar trek on the packed dirt floor to the back table in the farthest corner of the building.
"Well if it isn't the pride of Mirkwood!" A loud voice beckoned from the back table Legolas was consequently headed for. "Every mothers dream!" Another voiced. "Come on and sit down and tell us all about it." The first mysterious voice demanded as Legolas made himself comfortable. "And what is it you would like to know about it Xavier?" "All of it!" Xavier replied.
Xavier was one of Legolas' oldest friends. Their mothers had been friends and while Legolas' mother was alive, they saw much of each other. Even after her departure from this world, their bond remained strong. Xavier was clearly a Mirkwood elf as he had the blond hair, fair skin, and blue eyes like Legolas. However, he had a much more rugged voice compared to his regal friend and was slightly shorter.
"Well, mainly the parts about any and all lovely women involved!" The second voice laughed. This voice belonged to Jatiln. Jatlin was another friend of Legolas by parental connections. Jatlin's father was an ambassador for the Pondski clan up north. Jatlin had brown hair and eyes and was broader and more muscular compared to his leaner accomplices. Jatlin was also at the stage where the only thing on his mind was the opposite sex.
Legolas laughed at his friend's comment as a glass of ale was set in front of him. "Well Jatlin, believe me when I say this, but there were no women involved. Not one." "What?" Jatlin breathed as he stared at his friend. "Not a single lady?" Legolas shook his head. "Not even a human or a hobbit or, hell, a dwarf lady?" Legolas shook his head yet again. "You poor thing! Not a lay in forever!"
"I think what Jatlin means is,...." "Wait. Before I even start on my journey, why weren't
they there?" "Wh...W..Why wasn't who there?" Xavier stammered. "You know who." "I know who? You know who Jatlin?" "No. I know no who. I know you who but not you know who?"
A new voice erupted behind them. "I don't know. Why don't you ask you know who herself!" "Or you could do that." Xavier muttered. "Don't know if that would be smart." Jatlin added. Legolas turned in his seat to face the one person he had been waiting on. "Where were you Zara?" Legolas asked softly to the madien elf that stood before him.
Zara was his oldest and best friend. Their fathers had been best friends growing up and made no haste as to make them nothing but when they were born. In traditional Mirkwood fashion Zara had the blonde hair but hers was a few shades darker than everyone elses. Several precocious strands were always present in front of her left eye, refusing to go anywhere else, much to her dislike. He skin was fair like the rest but had a tiny strawberry shaped birthmark on her right temple, marring the smooth canvas. Her eyes were a greyish blue and were her favorite feature. In height, she was rather short. She only came a good three inches below Legolas' chin. However, height did not matter when Zara was upset like she was now.
"How does it feel?" She asked as if his question were a trivial as the weather. "How does what feel?" Legolas answered confused by her question. "How does it feel to expect someone there with all your heart and come to find, they are not there and had no intention of being there?" With every syllable, her voice grew louder and shriller.
"What are you talking about Zara?" Legolas asked his voice now raised. "I'm talking about the glen your highness." Legolas visibly flinched at the mention and sarcastic tone of 'your highness.'
He sat quiet for a moment and thought about what she said. It finally dawned on him what she was talking about. The day of his departure he had asked her to meet him in the glen, a favorite spot of theirs. He was unable to because he was urgently and surprisingly sent to Rivendell to attend a council. A council on the ring that sent him on his journey. He had forgotten to meet with her, or to at least, tell Zara that he couldn't meet her.
Zara saw the look of realization on his face. "Remember now? Payback hurts doesn't it?" She whispered as she spun on her heel and ran out the door. Legolas sat in his seat unmoved.
"Pretty low Legolas." Xavier muttered. "It was not my fault." Legolas snapped back. "You could have sent a message to her at least." Jatlin pointed out. Xavier and Jatlin loved Zara like a younger sister and was not going to let someone hurt her, even it was another friend. "It. Wasn't. My. Fault." Legolas stressed.
The group sat quiet for a moment. Legolas stood after several uncomfortable moments. "I have to get back before they realize I'm gone." And left the pub without another word spoken.
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~*Lady Knight19: Thank you for your review. It was the only one this chapter and what was strange was that I deleted it before your review was sent to me. Weird. Anyway, I revised this chapter and might have another added soon. Thanks again.*~
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Well there ya have it. Review if you want more if not, oh well.
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Legolas Greenleaf, prince of Mirkwood, sat tall on his steed. His thick blond hair spilled down his back as a light breeze played with it as he rode along. This was his homecoming. After being gone for so long on a perilous journey to destoy the one ring, he has returned.
Aragorn, the new king of Gondor, rode beside him as the rest of the fellowship rode closely behind them.
People of the city flocked to the scene. Their valiant prince had returned! Confettie and banners filled the air like dust. Ladies swooned at the sight of the royals that galloped past them on thier way to the palace. Men whooped and nodded their heads as if they knew all would be well when the king sent his only son on a deadly journey.
Legolas' blue eyes scanned the crowd. They were now near the steps of his childhood home. He met the eyes of his elvin friends near the steps and nodded their way. All of his friends were present; except one. Legolas furrowned his eyebrows at the absent sight of this. Shouldn't the one that was missing be the happiest of all now that he is home and well?
The fellowship stepped up the alabastor marble steps and kneeled before the king, Legloas' father, Thurdail. When they rose Legolas stepped and embraced his father. "Welcome home son." Thurdail whispered in his ear. "Well done." Legolas thanked him and they were all escorted out into the private gardens out back.
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About an hour later after everyone was refreshed and socializing with each other, Legolas slipped behind one of the garden walls. He made sure that Arwen preoccupied Aragorn and Gandalf held the attention of his father and Gimli. They might not want to witness where he was going.
He slipped past the guards by means of climbing one of the many trees that flanked the lavish palace and scaling the rest of the wall that protected the home. He dropped with elvish grace and ease onto the dirt ground below.
He procedded to brush any dust that made its way onto his clothing and made for a shabby, run down pub at the end of the road behind a seamstress shop. This was not exactly a place his father believed the future king of Mirkwood should be seen at. He lowered his head and brushed past the double doors. The pub was dimly lit as the only sources of light came from the burned candles on each of the few tables. His feet made a familiar trek on the packed dirt floor to the back table in the farthest corner of the building.
"Well if it isn't the pride of Mirkwood!" A loud voice beckoned from the back table Legolas was consequently headed for. "Every mothers dream!" Another voiced. "Come on and sit down and tell us all about it." The first mysterious voice demanded as Legolas made himself comfortable. "And what is it you would like to know about it Xavier?" "All of it!" Xavier replied.
Xavier was one of Legolas' oldest friends. Their mothers had been friends and while Legolas' mother was alive, they saw much of each other. Even after her departure from this world, their bond remained strong. Xavier was clearly a Mirkwood elf as he had the blond hair, fair skin, and blue eyes like Legolas. However, he had a much more rugged voice compared to his regal friend and was slightly shorter.
"Well, mainly the parts about any and all lovely women involved!" The second voice laughed. This voice belonged to Jatiln. Jatlin was another friend of Legolas by parental connections. Jatlin's father was an ambassador for the Pondski clan up north. Jatlin had brown hair and eyes and was broader and more muscular compared to his leaner accomplices. Jatlin was also at the stage where the only thing on his mind was the opposite sex.
Legolas laughed at his friend's comment as a glass of ale was set in front of him. "Well Jatlin, believe me when I say this, but there were no women involved. Not one." "What?" Jatlin breathed as he stared at his friend. "Not a single lady?" Legolas shook his head. "Not even a human or a hobbit or, hell, a dwarf lady?" Legolas shook his head yet again. "You poor thing! Not a lay in forever!"
"I think what Jatlin means is,...." "Wait. Before I even start on my journey, why weren't
they there?" "Wh...W..Why wasn't who there?" Xavier stammered. "You know who." "I know who? You know who Jatlin?" "No. I know no who. I know you who but not you know who?"
A new voice erupted behind them. "I don't know. Why don't you ask you know who herself!" "Or you could do that." Xavier muttered. "Don't know if that would be smart." Jatlin added. Legolas turned in his seat to face the one person he had been waiting on. "Where were you Zara?" Legolas asked softly to the madien elf that stood before him.
Zara was his oldest and best friend. Their fathers had been best friends growing up and made no haste as to make them nothing but when they were born. In traditional Mirkwood fashion Zara had the blonde hair but hers was a few shades darker than everyone elses. Several precocious strands were always present in front of her left eye, refusing to go anywhere else, much to her dislike. He skin was fair like the rest but had a tiny strawberry shaped birthmark on her right temple, marring the smooth canvas. Her eyes were a greyish blue and were her favorite feature. In height, she was rather short. She only came a good three inches below Legolas' chin. However, height did not matter when Zara was upset like she was now.
"How does it feel?" She asked as if his question were a trivial as the weather. "How does what feel?" Legolas answered confused by her question. "How does it feel to expect someone there with all your heart and come to find, they are not there and had no intention of being there?" With every syllable, her voice grew louder and shriller.
"What are you talking about Zara?" Legolas asked his voice now raised. "I'm talking about the glen your highness." Legolas visibly flinched at the mention and sarcastic tone of 'your highness.'
He sat quiet for a moment and thought about what she said. It finally dawned on him what she was talking about. The day of his departure he had asked her to meet him in the glen, a favorite spot of theirs. He was unable to because he was urgently and surprisingly sent to Rivendell to attend a council. A council on the ring that sent him on his journey. He had forgotten to meet with her, or to at least, tell Zara that he couldn't meet her.
Zara saw the look of realization on his face. "Remember now? Payback hurts doesn't it?" She whispered as she spun on her heel and ran out the door. Legolas sat in his seat unmoved.
"Pretty low Legolas." Xavier muttered. "It was not my fault." Legolas snapped back. "You could have sent a message to her at least." Jatlin pointed out. Xavier and Jatlin loved Zara like a younger sister and was not going to let someone hurt her, even it was another friend. "It. Wasn't. My. Fault." Legolas stressed.
The group sat quiet for a moment. Legolas stood after several uncomfortable moments. "I have to get back before they realize I'm gone." And left the pub without another word spoken.
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~*Lady Knight19: Thank you for your review. It was the only one this chapter and what was strange was that I deleted it before your review was sent to me. Weird. Anyway, I revised this chapter and might have another added soon. Thanks again.*~
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Well there ya have it. Review if you want more if not, oh well.