Warning: Despite what it may seem, this a LEGOLAS fan fiction. If you do not like fan fiction about Legolas, do not read this story.
Disclaimer: J.R.R. Tolkien owns all of the characters, with the exception of Vardahir (my own character) and the plot (again made up by me).
Rated: PG-13 just to be safe, I guess.
Author's Note: I am well aware that Elrond only had one daughter, Arwen, and two sons, Elrohir and Elladan. In my story, Elrond has a second daughter who is younger than Arwen, my fictional character, Vardahir.
This story begins in present times, and is told from Vardahir's point of view. The majority of the story as well as the pertinent information is provided in the form of the flashbacks Vardahir has.
Immortal
By: FlamingPhoenix09
The Lord of the Rings: this is a story known well by all. Nine men, all of different races, brought together for a single purpose. An evil power destroyed by the most innocent of all creatures. A man least suspected becomes king and weds a beautiful Elven maiden. The remaining days are lived out in peace and happiness until death's hand does strike. A mortal life: simple, days numbered. Little time spent on Middle Earth before death. Live to see little of harm caused by horrible mistakes. Those mistakes made will affect not, for who shall be alive to see them come? Who cares what happens, for no one shall be affected, right?
WRONG.
What of the elves, both blessed and cursed with the gift of immortality. Doomed to live forever upon the face of this wretched world. Forced to live among the mistakes made, and the changing times there after. The escape from this horrid world, a promise of eternal peace and happiness, is found in the land of Valinor. Valinor, what an accursed place. Forever live in peace and happiness, this is life, not some childish fairy tale. All I speak comes from experience for I, in my naïveté, believed that life truly does end happily like those fairy tales I once was told.
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Gandalf the White stood with Elrond, his lady, Celebrain, the King of Mirkwood, and the Lord and Lady of Lorien in a bright and sunny room in the Undying Lands. The atmosphere, however, was anything but joyous. The youngest daughter of the Lord of Rivendell and his lady, Vardahir, lay pale and motionless upon her bed. The Elven healer unhappily announced to those in the room that she had no notion as to what ailed the lady. Elrond too, a famous healer himself, was clueless as to the cause of his daughter's perilous condition. With a despondent look upon his face, Elrond turned and left the room, supporting his weeping lady. As though cued, the others turned and filed out of the room until only Gandalf remained, looking sadly down at the pitiful elven child who had virtually wasted away to nothing.
"Vardahir, my child, what has happened to cause such an immense change?" Gandalf asked to no one in particular. "Where has the happy child I once knew departed to?"
He received no answer, nor had he expected to.
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Well, that's the end of chapter 1. Good? Bad? Wonderful? Terrible? Love it? Hate it? Let me know what you think. If you tell me it's good, then another chapter will be added within the week, hopefully! Please review, even if you think that this is a bad story. If you think it's good, then... Hooray for me! Thanks lots!