Hi everyone! I have to admit, I am only halfway through reading the Fellowship of the Ring so I'm unsure as to the events in the book and can only go by the movie. I'm sorry to all you hardcore fans who have read the book if I get anything wrong. Forgive me. But, for the select few out there who haven't read the book, then you may be interested in this. Please, if you know of anything different then what I have read, tell me and I will happily change it. My story will chronicle the Fellowship of the Ring and be from Legolas' point of view, later with some humor hopefully.
P.S. My Elvish is a little rusty.
P.S.S I'm hoping to make this more funny as the story goes on. I've read a few fan fictions and they all make Legolas very prissy. I'll make him prissy but not to much so, just general comments and there will be no slash!
Thanx.
In the Active Mind of a Quiet Elf….
Chapter One: Arrival in Rivendell
Legolas Greenleaf, son of King Thranduil and Prince of Mirkwood, raced through the forest, his mind blank and tall ancient trees whipped past and ruins crumbled around him. His father had sent him on a mission to Rivendell with news of the creature Gollum and he was not going to disappoint his father…again.
Images floated to his mind, unimportant most, but all jumbled up and broken in places. He tried to block it all out but his mind forbid him from doing so and small things crept in. His father was very unhappy about that tiny incident with the she-elf that brought them breakfast in the morning…
Legolas shook his head and glanced to his left. One of his riding companions, more like a prison guard, had finally caught up to him and unconsciously he was disappointed. Obviously he'd need a faster horse. The other was no where to be seen. Smiling slightly, Legolas spurred his horse faster, jumping him over a broken log. Directly in his path was a large boulder. He shifted his weight to the left and passed it by mere inches.
Ahead, the scouts of Rivendell stood guard on platforms high above the forest floor. Legolas wouldn't have noticed them had he not been so watchful of his surroundings but they made no move to stop the three riders as they thundered past and mounted a hill, horses jumping under them as they strained to keep their pace.
Rivendell stood peaceful and alighted by the afternoon sun in a valley, cascading waterfalls filling a river that ran through her, threatening to overflow tranquil banks of pebbles and grass. Legolas's horse was the first to hit the steep, rocky path to the city and he leaned back until the quiver of arrows on his back threatened to spill their load.
As the bottom of the path evened out, he leaned forward and clicked twice sending his horse at full tilt across the short road and through an old stone archway. With his weight, he signaled the horse to slow and dismounted, pulling his horse to a full stop (for he was still moving). Behind him, his companions caught up and also dismounted but he ignored them. The city was more beautiful then he had ever imagined with high white towers, intricately carved statues, bell shaped roofs and gardens spanning as far as the eye could see. His elven eyes followed the lines of buildings, taking in the beauty all around him. This was as far from Mirkwood as it could get.
One of his companions came to his elbow and waited patiently as the Prince had a good look around before taking the reins from him. "I do not know how long until the meeting." He said simply, taking stride alongside Legolas who desperately wished the elf would let him take his own horse.
"Neither do I." Legolas answered. A well dressed young elf was coming towards them up the path, behind him walked three others. The young elf greeted them with a bow of his head and a small smile.
"I am Earendur, son of Taurnil." He said, "We'll take your horses and stable them, have no worry." The three elves behind him took the horses, Legolas' companions following behind. Legolas stayed where he was. As impressive as the stables were sure to be, he had more interest in the rest of Rivendell. "Aragorn wishes to see you."
Legolas' mind was brought back sharply and he stared at Earendur as if not hearing him properly. Aragorn? He was here? Legolas smiled to himself. He hadn't seen Aragorn in years; it was fast approaching the time for another meeting.
"Lead me to him." Legolas instructed. Earendur bowed his head and swept off gracefully, following a stony path towards a larger house with towering pillars that cracked in a few places and vines snaked down from the slanted roof to its base.
Legolas took in the sights and sounds all around him. After days of traveling from Mirkwood, it felt good to finally stop for a while…without his guards tailing him. Glancing behind him, he sighed in relief to find them still absent and turned his attention back to the hall with which he had been led.
There was an open balcony to the far end where he could have a better view of the valley. Two elves stood there with their backs to him and neither turned as he passed. They were deep in conversation and he was able to pick up a few parts but generally ignored them. They were talking about Dwarves and Legolas had never had an interest in the small, annoying, gruff creatures. Anything that preferred to spend it's time underground and dig for gold, in his opinion, should stay there. They had no business in the elven world.
Earendur led him down a hall and into an open courtyard with a sweeping stone floor and overhanging trees. Earendur stopped and gestured for Legolas to continue. "Just across there." Earendur said simply. Legolas bowed his head in thanks and took the stairs down two at a time, crossing the courtyard soundlessly.
There was another, shorter hallway with open, glassless floor to ceiling windows. Tree branches floated in and hung high over the hallway floor. Legolas stopped at the end of the hallway and watched them for a moment, mentally noting the small spider who was dangling in his path. Stepping forward, he reached out and grabbed it gently, placing it on the wall. He really didn't want it in his hair.
There was a wooden door with ancient runes around the top at the end of the hallway and Legolas guessed that was where Aragorn was. Stepping up to the door, he swept his light purple/gray cloak out of his way and knocked softly on the door. There was silence inside for a few seconds and then footsteps, booted footsteps, walking swiftly across the floor.
Aragorn's face appeared in the doorway, expressionless for a moment before a smile spilled across his face and he pulled the door open wider, laughing as he looked Legolas up and down.
"Vendui." (Greetings) Legolas said, smiling back. Aragorn placed a hand on his shoulder and Legolas returned the gesture. "Cormamin lindua ele lle." (My heart sings to see thee).
"Nae saian luume." (It has been to long) Aragorn answered. Legolas laughed and let his hand drop. 'Only for you.' He said in his mind as his friend stepped aside and let him into the room. It was like the rest of Rivendell, slightly rustic but with an indescribable beauty. There was a bed in the far corner, next to an open window. Legolas could see they were on a rise and the window opened up to a sheer drop above the forest floor. The bedspread was of yellow/gold silk and the pillows were silver. An intricately carved table stood beside the bed, a silver candle sitting on top. There was also a black leather bound book and a cup of untouched water. Turning, he found Aragorn watching him.
"Lle ume quel." (You look good) Legolas said, unsnapping his cloak and laying it across the bed. Aragorn was silent for a while and then came closer, shaking his head. "Sut naalle umien?" (How are you doing).
"Lle auta yeste'." (You go first) Aragorn answered. Legolas laughed lightly and looked around. It was not as nice as a guest would have received in his kingdom.
"Manka lle merna." (If you wish) Legolas answered, and then proceeded to tell Aragorn small portions of his journey, starting with the river where one of his guards lost a few leaf wrapped packs of bread. They he explained the goblins they saw on the pass and, lastly, the race to Rivendell. He told Aragorn of his father's disappointment (but not why) and the reason he was to see Elrond.
Aragorn shook his head and sat down on the bed. "Mankoi naa lle sinome?" (Why are you here) Legolas asked. Aragorn explained all about a little hobbit named Frodo and a ring. He told Legolas about black riders and how Frodo was injured. Legolas listened intently and didn't speak until Aragorn was finished.
"Ed' i'ear ar' elenea!" (By the sea and stars) Legolas exclaimed under his breath. "Iire naa I'omentien?" (When is the meeting).
"Tul're." (Tomorrow). Aragorn answered. He looked suddenly old and tired. Legolas felt a twinge in his heart, knowing he would live so much longer then his friend.
Getting up and descending, though it was more out of duty then want, to find his companions, Legolas grabbed his cloak and made for the door. Before he managed to open it, Aragorn was holding it open for him. "Tenna' tul're san." (Until tomorrow then) Legolas answered, making his way down the hallway and into the small courtyard. This looked like a far more interesting trip then he had first planned on.