This is an original fiction piece set in JRR Tolkienland – with characters
he owns. Any original characters are mine and the history is NOT to any
canon but mine. No slash, just romance. How graphic is still to be decided
– right now it's rated G. Story takes place many years before the ring war
and will end after the ring war, where it may or may not fit with canon – I
haven't decided yet. This is only the beginning – the end is far away.
Constructive reviews very appreciated. Serious work was put into NOT having
this be a Mary Sue.
A Rose in Winter
Chapter 1 – Beginning of the End
Hearing two soft voices filter in through the open terrace, Lord Elrond looked into the garden. There, heads close together, sat Meidh and Legolas. They were enraptured with a golden butterfly that had settled on her hand. Legolas spoke to it in the elven tongue and smiled, as it seemed to answer back. How different they appeared, one from the other. Legolas, Prince of Mirkwood, was fair, lovely, ethereal – breathtaking in his beauty. In contrast, Meidh, while beautiful, had beauty of a different kind. She was darker with unusual coloring for an elf, though there was no mistaking her heritage. Her eyes and hair were both a soft, muted brown. Indeed, he had always thought of a young fawn playing in the woodlands when he saw her. Not ethereally beautiful like Legolas and the fair silvan elves, she appeared a child of the wood – looking more native there than he.
Elrond still had concern for her. Her physical wounds had healed, but what about those deeper. Granted, she slept soundly now and talked and laughed with her adopted family – but she still shunned any physical contact save the occasional closeness of a moment like he was witnessing or the sisterly touch of Arwen. She was so young, so innocent, and yet, had enough mistreatment at the hands of that animal (his body trembled with anger when he thought of it) that she may live ages before she is free of its scars. Elrond thought to himself that it was a good thing Aragorn and Legolas got there first. He surely would have torn that warlord limb from limb with his bare hands. Still, having grown up as much a child of Elrond as if he'd borne him, Aragorn had a love for the tiny ward that inflamed him into fury at the sight of her pain. He did a sufficient job in making the warlord pay for his brutality with his life while Legolas set her free.
Elrond sighed and left the two playmates to their folly. At least it was smiles and not tears he saw. Eru knows it took the four of them the better part of a year to get her that far.
Another pair of eyes watched the two, enjoying the gentle exchange. Aragorn had been away for only a short time, but he'd missed his family. Though he was prone to wander off and partake in adventures at a moments notice, this was home and where his heart remained. Rivendell was his refuge and the home of the one who was the keeper of his heart. The thought of Arwen made him smile, but soft giggles brought his attention back to the present and he made his presence known.
"Well, don't you two look happily occupied?"
"Aragorn!" Meidh squealed. She jumped up to greet him with one of her special smiles. "I have missed you, my brother."
Aragorn greeted her by taking her hands in his and kissing her cheek lightly. He knew better than to try to draw her into an embrace - she was just not ready. He then turned and greeted Legolas with a warrior's welcome and a smile.
Hearing footsteps approaching, he turned to see Lord Elrond approaching, accompanied by the lovely Arwen. Aragorn greeted Elrond, but then turned his attention to the Lord's side. The sight of her was as water to a thirsty man. He pulled her to him and held her tightly - his face buried in the softly scented silky hair. As he pulled back and brushed a soft kiss upon her lips, Elrond's voice broke the moment by announcing luncheon. They gathered and set off to enjoy a family meal.
Luncheon was a happy, noisy affair. Aragorn shared stories of his latest adventure and then eagerly listened to Meidh as she told him of the passing of the days since he'd last seen her. She and Legolas, though neither of them still children, were acting much like two elven playmates. It was good for her – the light was coming back into her eyes, slowly. She happily shared stories of swimming and stargazing and talking to butterflies, stopping now and then to flash a special smile at Legolas as she told of shared adventures. It gladdened the hearts of the four here to hear her laugh and see her smile. It had been a long winter and she'd very nearly not survived it.
Elrond found himself lost in his own thoughts. He had had to mend fences with Thranduil, King of Mirkwood, to get Legolas here. She had begged for him and Elrond could deny her nothing. It was no small feat getting the prince here for an indefinite period of time. He was, after all, a prince of a kingdom (though thankfully the youngest, not the eldest) and would have family responsibilities. Still, this was a special case and he swallowed every ounce of pride he had and journeyed to Mirkwood personally to ask for the Kings assistance. No price was too high to make her whole again. Watching the family, he smiled to himself. It had been worth it.
A Rose in Winter
Chapter 1 – Beginning of the End
Hearing two soft voices filter in through the open terrace, Lord Elrond looked into the garden. There, heads close together, sat Meidh and Legolas. They were enraptured with a golden butterfly that had settled on her hand. Legolas spoke to it in the elven tongue and smiled, as it seemed to answer back. How different they appeared, one from the other. Legolas, Prince of Mirkwood, was fair, lovely, ethereal – breathtaking in his beauty. In contrast, Meidh, while beautiful, had beauty of a different kind. She was darker with unusual coloring for an elf, though there was no mistaking her heritage. Her eyes and hair were both a soft, muted brown. Indeed, he had always thought of a young fawn playing in the woodlands when he saw her. Not ethereally beautiful like Legolas and the fair silvan elves, she appeared a child of the wood – looking more native there than he.
Elrond still had concern for her. Her physical wounds had healed, but what about those deeper. Granted, she slept soundly now and talked and laughed with her adopted family – but she still shunned any physical contact save the occasional closeness of a moment like he was witnessing or the sisterly touch of Arwen. She was so young, so innocent, and yet, had enough mistreatment at the hands of that animal (his body trembled with anger when he thought of it) that she may live ages before she is free of its scars. Elrond thought to himself that it was a good thing Aragorn and Legolas got there first. He surely would have torn that warlord limb from limb with his bare hands. Still, having grown up as much a child of Elrond as if he'd borne him, Aragorn had a love for the tiny ward that inflamed him into fury at the sight of her pain. He did a sufficient job in making the warlord pay for his brutality with his life while Legolas set her free.
Elrond sighed and left the two playmates to their folly. At least it was smiles and not tears he saw. Eru knows it took the four of them the better part of a year to get her that far.
Another pair of eyes watched the two, enjoying the gentle exchange. Aragorn had been away for only a short time, but he'd missed his family. Though he was prone to wander off and partake in adventures at a moments notice, this was home and where his heart remained. Rivendell was his refuge and the home of the one who was the keeper of his heart. The thought of Arwen made him smile, but soft giggles brought his attention back to the present and he made his presence known.
"Well, don't you two look happily occupied?"
"Aragorn!" Meidh squealed. She jumped up to greet him with one of her special smiles. "I have missed you, my brother."
Aragorn greeted her by taking her hands in his and kissing her cheek lightly. He knew better than to try to draw her into an embrace - she was just not ready. He then turned and greeted Legolas with a warrior's welcome and a smile.
Hearing footsteps approaching, he turned to see Lord Elrond approaching, accompanied by the lovely Arwen. Aragorn greeted Elrond, but then turned his attention to the Lord's side. The sight of her was as water to a thirsty man. He pulled her to him and held her tightly - his face buried in the softly scented silky hair. As he pulled back and brushed a soft kiss upon her lips, Elrond's voice broke the moment by announcing luncheon. They gathered and set off to enjoy a family meal.
Luncheon was a happy, noisy affair. Aragorn shared stories of his latest adventure and then eagerly listened to Meidh as she told him of the passing of the days since he'd last seen her. She and Legolas, though neither of them still children, were acting much like two elven playmates. It was good for her – the light was coming back into her eyes, slowly. She happily shared stories of swimming and stargazing and talking to butterflies, stopping now and then to flash a special smile at Legolas as she told of shared adventures. It gladdened the hearts of the four here to hear her laugh and see her smile. It had been a long winter and she'd very nearly not survived it.
Elrond found himself lost in his own thoughts. He had had to mend fences with Thranduil, King of Mirkwood, to get Legolas here. She had begged for him and Elrond could deny her nothing. It was no small feat getting the prince here for an indefinite period of time. He was, after all, a prince of a kingdom (though thankfully the youngest, not the eldest) and would have family responsibilities. Still, this was a special case and he swallowed every ounce of pride he had and journeyed to Mirkwood personally to ask for the Kings assistance. No price was too high to make her whole again. Watching the family, he smiled to himself. It had been worth it.