A/N Hello all! This is just a fun little idea I had. Hope you enjoy!
I had been born twice. The first was when I came into Middle Earth in the forests of Lothlorien, nearly 1300 years ago, a crying newborn to a singer and a weaponsmith. The second was the moment that I first saw Legolas of the Woodland Realm.
Rewind to what seemed like years ago but in reality had been a few mere weeks, before we had fought in the greatest battle Minas Tirith had ever seen.
"Who is that?" I murmured to my friend, Orophin.
Orophin was really probably the last person in the world that I should be asking that question. He preferred books over conversation, other Eldar, and even me at times.
He shrugged, without even bothering to look up from his book. "Probably the party that Lord Elrond informed us would be arriving in the coming months."
I could see the whole company from our perch high among the branches of the mallorn. He came among a company of men, a dwarf, and these short creatures called hobbits. He stood among them as the moon illuminates the dark, brilliant, and dazzling.
From that moment on, I kept an eye out for him. I vehemently deny that I stalked him, though he jokingly accuses me of it now. I saw him as he wept for Gandalf the grey, or Olorin as our people called him. I watched as he befriended the dwarf Gimli, a general enemy of the elves. He was kind, he was strong, and luckily enough for me, he was a frequent visitor to the libraries.
It was there through repeated run-ins, that we began to grow to be acquaintances. You see, I am a Tactician. I am not a renowned fighter, though I can hold my own against most elves, and can almost certainly defeat slower creatures such as orcs and humans with relative ease. However, my gifting has always been in books and strategy as opposed to practical arms.
Through hours of counsel, discussion, and planning, he, Aragorn, and I grew to be friends. Then from friends, we became fellow travellers. With an unfortunate open spot in the Fellowship, and my knowledge of war, I became the very inadequate replacement for Gandalf.
I don't know if it was driven by my fascination with Legolas from the beginning, the hardships of our journey, or even the fact that we were the only elves for miles around, but we turned the final corner in our relationship from travelling companions to romantic partners. In fact-
"Eldalótë!"
I raised my head, immediately recognizing the voice that called out.
"Yes?" I called back, snapping the book in front of me shut.
Legolas's head peered from around the corner, a smile lighting up his face as his eyes fell upon me.
I felt my heart give a little jump. No matter how many times he looked at me, that feeling of butterflies still fluttered in my stomach when our eyes met.
"The elves who are coming for the wedding of Aragorn and Arwen have arrived. We should go and greet them." He said as he strode into the room.
His eyes fell on the book in front of me.
"What have you been up to?" He asked, reaching for the book.
I quickly slammed my hand on top of his, closing the cover.
"Nothing! Just...chronicling our adventures." I admitted sheepishly. "A little light writing."
He turned to look at me, his smile growing. To my relief, he retracted his arm from the book and instead used both arms to encircle my neck from behind, leaning down as I had not stood up yet.
"That's a wonderful idea! Did you get the idea from Frodo?"
"No, I just…" I paused, considering for a moment. "I just wanted to reflect on everything that has happened. So much has changed."
I met his eyes and then leaned back against his firm chest, his arms still encircling me.
"Mmm, and even more may." He murmured, as we savored the small moment in one another's company.
Quite suddenly, he spun me around, his hands now on my shoulders.
"What do you say of travelling to Mirkwood? I know that you have never traveled that far North and East, but my father has been requesting my return for some time now. And I would love to introduce you to my home land."
The enthusiasm in his face kept me from screwing up my face. I did not particularly like how he had mentioned his father and then quickly switched topics to introducing me to his "home land", not necessarily his father.
"That, could be interesting." I managed to squeak out with as much enthusiasm as I could muster.
He cocked his head in concern. "What is it that you are not saying?"
I tried to simultaneously to not shrink away or melt at his gaze. When his eyes became tender like a storm over the sea, it was difficult for me to keep my thoughts straight.
"I'm, I'm just nervous that's all."
He gave a reassuring smile and knelt down in front of me, taking my hand. "Meleth nin [my love]. I know you to be brave," he stroked my hand with his thumb, "clever," he moved forward to brush my hair behind my ear, "good," he leaned forward slowly, his breath just prickling the skin of my face, "and beautiful." He ended with his lips nearly on my ear. I fought a shiver.
"They will love you as I do." He finished after landing a peck on my flushed cheek.
I nodded numbly, either totally convinced, or too dazed to be able to refute anything he said. Blinking a few times as he took my hand, I would definitely say the latter.
He lead me out of the room, a triumphant grin on his face, no doubt already making plans in his head.
Trailing after him, my mind clearing, I could only hope that he was right.
This was just the prologue, but I hope you enjoyed it. Other chapters will be longer. Also a note, if you find this story lacking in gravity, depth, or character development, I cover that in my other story "Rewrite the Stars". I'm approaching that one much more as a novel, while this is some fun ideas to blow off some steam (: