Disclaimer: Don't own The "L.O.T.R."! Nor do I own any of the characters except for Lwyn. (Pronounced: Luh-win)
Note: Also I haven't read all the books cover-to-cover, but I've read bits and pieces of each, and saw the Fellowship of the Ring movie. So if I got some info wrong, or a character's backround wrong, no flames please! Maybe a gentle correction if it's REALLY necessary. :) Okay? Don't hurt me! And I know about the elves beginning to leave Middle Earth, so if it doesn't make sense with the story that Legolas is back in Mirkwood, you can say so, but this will be an "if the elves were not leaving Middle Earth" story. Okay? Okay. Now, on with the story! ALLRRRIGHT!!! (*does a little Tiger Woods score impression*):) :) :)
Legolas sat in the gardens of his home in Mirkwood. He gazed at the roses. One was in full bloom and had beads of dew sitting upon it's velvety red petals. The elven prince watched as some of the beads of dew slipped off the rose and became obsorbed in the soil. He smiled and sighed, contented.
The War of the Ring had been over for almost two months. Legolas had been home for almost two weeks.
Gimli was still enjoying the hospitality of the elves of Mirkwood. The elven girls made a fuss over him. They were not used to beings like Gimli. Elven men were usually calm and composed, but Gimli the dwarf, he had an attitude that was larger than life! Shouting greetings, telling stories of the adventures of the fellowship, and always lingering on the parts about himself. Legolas smiled. He had grown fond of the dwarf. Imagine that! An elf fond of a dwarf! Legolas didn't have any trouble, though, bringing Gimli to Mirkwood. His people accepted Gimli whole-heartedly, because he had been part of the fellowship. Those elven girls sure went crazy over him.
Legolas' mind had turned to a relating thought as he gazed at the rose bushes.
"I have never been in love before," he murmured to himself, and sighed. He really never thought of love before, and now that he was thinking about it, he found himself craving it.
Suddenly his heightened senses detected the sound of light footsteps coming toward the corridor that led to the courtyard.
"Your highness?" He heard a voice call.
Legolas looked up to find that the voice belonged to Lwyn, one of the palace servants. She gave a small courtesy and Legolas acknowledged her with a nod of his head.
Lwyn had a subtle fairness about her that, if you looked at her for the first time, your gaze would not linger long. But, the second and third time around you would start to notice little hidden things of beauty about her. Her eyes had traces of green, gold, and brown in them and she had long golden brown hair. Two strands hung in front of both her small, pointed, elven ears.
"What is it, Lwyn?" Legolas asked.
"The dwarf, Gimli, wishes to speak with you."
"Thank-you, Lwyn." Legolas stood up and courteously motioned for Lwyn to step into the corridor first.
"May I take you to him?" Lwyn asked.
"Yes, please," Legolas answered.
Lwyn led Legolas to one of the many sitting rooms of the Mirkwood palace. There was Gimli, with his arms encircled around an elven maiden.
"I wanted to ask for your blessing first, Legolas, my friend, Mirawn and I wish to be married. Do you think the King and Queen might allow it?"
"That is great news!" Legolas cried. Joyfully, "but, I'm not sure about my father and mother . ."
Mirawn and Gimli looked so down hearted that Legolas soon agreed to talk to his parents about it.
"After the banquet tonight, I promise, I'll speak to them about it."
"Thank-ye, lad, thank-ye!" Gimli said wrapping the elf in a gigantic bear hug and ending the embrace with a hearty slap on the back, which sent Legolas stumbling forward a bit. A titter was heard from behind him at this, and Legolas turned around to find that Lwyn was still there.
With a smirk, he stepped away from the scene. He gazed at the two happy lovers and let out a sigh of longing.
"Is something the matter, your highness?" Lwyn asked.
"Huh? - oh! No, nothing is the matter, I- I had better get ready for the banquet."
Note: Also I haven't read all the books cover-to-cover, but I've read bits and pieces of each, and saw the Fellowship of the Ring movie. So if I got some info wrong, or a character's backround wrong, no flames please! Maybe a gentle correction if it's REALLY necessary. :) Okay? Don't hurt me! And I know about the elves beginning to leave Middle Earth, so if it doesn't make sense with the story that Legolas is back in Mirkwood, you can say so, but this will be an "if the elves were not leaving Middle Earth" story. Okay? Okay. Now, on with the story! ALLRRRIGHT!!! (*does a little Tiger Woods score impression*):) :) :)
Legolas sat in the gardens of his home in Mirkwood. He gazed at the roses. One was in full bloom and had beads of dew sitting upon it's velvety red petals. The elven prince watched as some of the beads of dew slipped off the rose and became obsorbed in the soil. He smiled and sighed, contented.
The War of the Ring had been over for almost two months. Legolas had been home for almost two weeks.
Gimli was still enjoying the hospitality of the elves of Mirkwood. The elven girls made a fuss over him. They were not used to beings like Gimli. Elven men were usually calm and composed, but Gimli the dwarf, he had an attitude that was larger than life! Shouting greetings, telling stories of the adventures of the fellowship, and always lingering on the parts about himself. Legolas smiled. He had grown fond of the dwarf. Imagine that! An elf fond of a dwarf! Legolas didn't have any trouble, though, bringing Gimli to Mirkwood. His people accepted Gimli whole-heartedly, because he had been part of the fellowship. Those elven girls sure went crazy over him.
Legolas' mind had turned to a relating thought as he gazed at the rose bushes.
"I have never been in love before," he murmured to himself, and sighed. He really never thought of love before, and now that he was thinking about it, he found himself craving it.
Suddenly his heightened senses detected the sound of light footsteps coming toward the corridor that led to the courtyard.
"Your highness?" He heard a voice call.
Legolas looked up to find that the voice belonged to Lwyn, one of the palace servants. She gave a small courtesy and Legolas acknowledged her with a nod of his head.
Lwyn had a subtle fairness about her that, if you looked at her for the first time, your gaze would not linger long. But, the second and third time around you would start to notice little hidden things of beauty about her. Her eyes had traces of green, gold, and brown in them and she had long golden brown hair. Two strands hung in front of both her small, pointed, elven ears.
"What is it, Lwyn?" Legolas asked.
"The dwarf, Gimli, wishes to speak with you."
"Thank-you, Lwyn." Legolas stood up and courteously motioned for Lwyn to step into the corridor first.
"May I take you to him?" Lwyn asked.
"Yes, please," Legolas answered.
Lwyn led Legolas to one of the many sitting rooms of the Mirkwood palace. There was Gimli, with his arms encircled around an elven maiden.
"I wanted to ask for your blessing first, Legolas, my friend, Mirawn and I wish to be married. Do you think the King and Queen might allow it?"
"That is great news!" Legolas cried. Joyfully, "but, I'm not sure about my father and mother . ."
Mirawn and Gimli looked so down hearted that Legolas soon agreed to talk to his parents about it.
"After the banquet tonight, I promise, I'll speak to them about it."
"Thank-ye, lad, thank-ye!" Gimli said wrapping the elf in a gigantic bear hug and ending the embrace with a hearty slap on the back, which sent Legolas stumbling forward a bit. A titter was heard from behind him at this, and Legolas turned around to find that Lwyn was still there.
With a smirk, he stepped away from the scene. He gazed at the two happy lovers and let out a sigh of longing.
"Is something the matter, your highness?" Lwyn asked.
"Huh? - oh! No, nothing is the matter, I- I had better get ready for the banquet."