Disclaimer: I probably don't need to mention this but Legolas sadly *sighs*
is not mine, he belongs to JRR Tolkien. None of the other 'middle earth'
characters are mine either, I don't own the original story of 'Sleeping
Beauty' or the theme park 'Camelot' (which does actually exist by the way
although it's not exactly the best theme park around) either. You think if
I owned any of these things that I'd be sat here in front of a computer
writing fan-fiction? I'd be in the Caribbean or somewhere spending all my
vast amounts of money :)
Author's Note: A bit of silliness that I just HAD to write, you know when you get an idea into your head and you just HAVE to carry it out…well this is the result of it. It's kinda based on 'Sleeping Beauty' but kinda not. This is a two part story although I suppose it could go on longer if I get desperate with my other fic and need something else to write to fill my time! lol Great so…sleeping beauty but not, two parter although could be longer...hmm this note isn't really helping huh? Yeah I thought not…I'll just let you get on with the story then :)
Sleeping Elven Beauty.
By Lasbelin.
Once upon a time in the forest of Mirkwood, King Thranduil and his wife gave birth to a beautiful baby boy. They were so proud of their new son and decided to throw a party to celebrate his birth. They sent out invitations to all their friends but somehow they forgot to invite three of the prettiest elves in all of Middle Earth. These three elves lived together in the forest of Lothlorien and when they found out about the party and the fact that they weren't invited they were not happy, in fact they were furious.
"Well fancy not inviting us" Arwen said angrily, "we never get over looked for parties, we're like A-list Elvish celebrities!"
"Maybe our invitations got lost in the post" Galadriel said quietly, she was always the voice of reason between the three friends.
"Ha right" Minuial spat back at her friend, "let's just face facts, we're not wanted"
"But it's like the biggest party since…well ever" Arwen whined, "I want to go", she was the youngest of the three friends and could act quite the child when she felt like it.
"And you shall my dear" Minuial replied with a sly smile, "we're gonna crash!"
When they arrived at the party the three elves spotted the king and queen peering into the young prince's crib and smiling down at their son with pride so they walked over to join them.
"Galadriel, Arwen" the queen enthused, "how lovely to see you both, we weren't expecting you" she then turned to the third elf, "Minuial 'tis good to see you too" she added through clenched teeth. The queen remembered the last party that she had invited Minuial to; the other elf had got very drunk on cherry wine and made quite a scene. The queen had purposely not invited Minuial to this party for fear that the same might happen again. It was well known that when the queen of Mirkwood had a grudge it could last for centuries.
"So this is your son?" Arwen asked peering into the crib
"Aye" Thranduil replied, "this is my son Legolas"
"He is filled with beauty and good will" Galadriel said softly with a far off gaze in her eyes, "he may well have a part to play in the future of this fair land"
"Yeah whatever Glads" Arwen said with a giggle as she smiled down at the baby, "I think she means he's cute and he definitely is. Oh such a sweetie"
"Just looks like a little brat to me" Minuial stated rudely without giving the prince a second glance, she then turned on her heel and walked off to mingle with the other guests. Galadriel and Arwen followed their friend further into the throng of people and began to catch up with old friends and take advantage of the free wine and nibbles. They soon forgot all about not being invited to the party and began to enjoy themselves. Minuial however was not appeased by lembas cakes and she was still thoroughly upset about being over looked for the party.
It was soon time to give the young prince their blessing and the three elves returned to the crib.
"I bless this boy with impeccable fashion sense," Arwen said then she lowered her voice and whispered so that only the baby prince could hear "you're gonna have maidens falling all over you little kid, mark my words" and she winked at Legolas.
"My blessing is of strength" Galadriel said waving her hand over the baby's crib dramatically, "when the time comes to fight for the fate of our land prince Legolas will have the strength and courage to be of great help. No one in all of Middle Earth will be swifter with a bow and arrow"
"Is it my turn now?" asked a slightly inebriated Minuial. The queen stepped infront of her son's crib protectively,
"I don't think you need to bother blessing him Minuial" she said sternly, "you should probably just go home now"
"Oh budge out of my way blondie" Minuial said rudely pushing the queen out of her way. "Now where was I? Oh yeah gotta bless the brat". The whole crowd fell silent waiting to see what the annoyed elf would bless the baby prince with.
"You know" Minuial said thoughtfully, "I don't really feel like blessing anything today, in fact I feel a curse coming on" the crowd gasped. "Ok well I bless…curse…whatever, the prince with this…when he turns 1,000 he will prick his finger on an arrow and drop down dead". The crowd laughed nervously thinking that Minuial was just joking.
"Hey it's not a joke" the angry elf shouted, "The brat is dead at 1,000 and for your insolence so is everyone else is this kingdom" and she stormed out of the palace.
"Well that was kinda rude" Arwen stated the obvious. "I am so sorry about that, she's kinda touchy and obviously still a little rattled about not being invited here in the first place" she told the queen who had turned even whiter than usual at the announcement of her son's death. "It's ok" Arwen reassured her, "Glads will know what to do, she always does"
"Is there something that you can do Galadriel?" asked the king, "is there any way to stop the curse?" he glanced down as his beautiful son who was sucking his thumb, blissfully unaware of what was going on.
"I'm afraid I can't do anything to stop Minuial's prophecy from coming true" Galadriel said sadly, "I can however change a few details"
The king looked up from the crib, "go on"
"Well how about the whole kingdom, including your son of course, doesn't die when Prince Legolas reaches 1,000 and pricks his finger. Everyone will just go into a deep sleep instead, a sleep without waking"
"Umm…isn't that death then?" Arwen asked sceptically, "I mean sleeping without waking up is just like being dead anyway"
"Let me finish" Galadriel said annoyed at Arwen's interruption, "The kingdom will wake when someone comes and kisses the sleeping prince, how's that?"
"But if the whole kingdom's asleep then there won't be anyone left to ki…I mean that's great Glads" Arwen said smiling, "Or you could just keep him away from bows and arrows until his thousandth year has passed. Then he wouldn't be able to prick his finger, right?"
King Thranduil's face lit up and he shouted, "That's it! Snap all the bows in the kingdom, burn all the arrows. It is an order from your king and it must be carried out tonight!"
There was a lot of hustle and bustle in the courtyard and soon nothing could be heard over the snapping of bows and the crackle of the huge bonfire that the elves had lit to burn the pieces. The fire grew as the pieces of wood were consigned to the flame until there was not a single bow or arrow left in the whole of Mirkwood. For the first time in his young life Prince Legolas cried.
~~~~~~time passes~~~~~~
Prince Legolas circled behind the man once more, swiftly he moved yet it seemed not swiftly enough. He should easily have been able to out pace the man with his elven agility but his heavy sword was weighing him down and he was not able to move as freely as he would have liked. He lunged at the man with as much strength as he could manage but the man easily brought his own sword up to defend himself before knocking Legolas's sword out of his hand. The elf admitted defeat,
"'Tis no good, this just does not feel right" he said grumpily, "why can I not fight with this sword?"
The man laughed, "a sword is no weapon for an elf young prince" he admitted, "it is too clumsy for your kind, you need something slight and quick to use"
"My father has promised me a mithril sword for my next birthday" Legolas said, "alas I don't think it will make an difference. I have tried every single weapon in the kingdom and I can not fight well with any of them. Is there no other kind of weapon that I can use?"
"Well…" the man said pretending to be deep in thought, "the elves of Mirkwood were always fine archers, you could try a bow and arrow"
"A bow?" Legolas repeated the word thoughtfully, it sounded right, "where can I get one of these bows?" he asked
The man grinned evilly, this was even easier than he had imagined, Minuial was going to be impressed.
"I do actually happen to have a bow in my bag" the man said, "why don't we go and find a suitable clearing and you will be able to try it out?" Prince Legolas nodded eagerly and followed the man deeper into the forest.
As soon as he had found a clearing large enough for some target practice the man stopped, pulled a bow out of his bag and handed it to Legolas,
"What do you think of that young prince?" he asked. Legolas ran his fingers over the polished golden wood and admired the gold detailing on the ends of the bow.
"It is beautiful" he said, "but how do I fight with this?"
"Allow me to show you," said the man taking the bow from the elf and retrieving an arrow from his bag. "You see that darker mark at the centre of that tree" he said pointing to a tree on the other side of the clearing.
"Aye" Legolas replied
"I will use that as my target" the man said before notching the arrow to the bow, taking aim and releasing the string. The arrow was released with a satisfying pinging noise and struck the tree just where the man said it would. Legolas stood and stared in awe.
"May I have a go?" he asked eagerly
"Of course" said the man smiling, his plan was working. He retrieved another arrow from his bag and helped Legolas to set it correctly on the bowstring. The prince released the string and watched happily as the arrow floated effortlessly through the air to join its brother in the tree trunk.
"Good shot" said the man obviously impressed, "it is not an easy weapon to learn to use Prince Legolas but you seem to have a natural talent for it"
"Thank you" Legolas smiled, "may I try again?" the man nodded and handed the prince another arrow. This time Legolas tried to set the arrow onto the bow properly himself but only succeeded in pricking his finger on the sharp arrowhead.
"Ai!" he exclaimed in pain and as the first drops of blood began to fall he collapsed onto the soft forest floor and fell into a deep slumber.
TBC.
Author's Note: A bit of silliness that I just HAD to write, you know when you get an idea into your head and you just HAVE to carry it out…well this is the result of it. It's kinda based on 'Sleeping Beauty' but kinda not. This is a two part story although I suppose it could go on longer if I get desperate with my other fic and need something else to write to fill my time! lol Great so…sleeping beauty but not, two parter although could be longer...hmm this note isn't really helping huh? Yeah I thought not…I'll just let you get on with the story then :)
Sleeping Elven Beauty.
By Lasbelin.
Once upon a time in the forest of Mirkwood, King Thranduil and his wife gave birth to a beautiful baby boy. They were so proud of their new son and decided to throw a party to celebrate his birth. They sent out invitations to all their friends but somehow they forgot to invite three of the prettiest elves in all of Middle Earth. These three elves lived together in the forest of Lothlorien and when they found out about the party and the fact that they weren't invited they were not happy, in fact they were furious.
"Well fancy not inviting us" Arwen said angrily, "we never get over looked for parties, we're like A-list Elvish celebrities!"
"Maybe our invitations got lost in the post" Galadriel said quietly, she was always the voice of reason between the three friends.
"Ha right" Minuial spat back at her friend, "let's just face facts, we're not wanted"
"But it's like the biggest party since…well ever" Arwen whined, "I want to go", she was the youngest of the three friends and could act quite the child when she felt like it.
"And you shall my dear" Minuial replied with a sly smile, "we're gonna crash!"
When they arrived at the party the three elves spotted the king and queen peering into the young prince's crib and smiling down at their son with pride so they walked over to join them.
"Galadriel, Arwen" the queen enthused, "how lovely to see you both, we weren't expecting you" she then turned to the third elf, "Minuial 'tis good to see you too" she added through clenched teeth. The queen remembered the last party that she had invited Minuial to; the other elf had got very drunk on cherry wine and made quite a scene. The queen had purposely not invited Minuial to this party for fear that the same might happen again. It was well known that when the queen of Mirkwood had a grudge it could last for centuries.
"So this is your son?" Arwen asked peering into the crib
"Aye" Thranduil replied, "this is my son Legolas"
"He is filled with beauty and good will" Galadriel said softly with a far off gaze in her eyes, "he may well have a part to play in the future of this fair land"
"Yeah whatever Glads" Arwen said with a giggle as she smiled down at the baby, "I think she means he's cute and he definitely is. Oh such a sweetie"
"Just looks like a little brat to me" Minuial stated rudely without giving the prince a second glance, she then turned on her heel and walked off to mingle with the other guests. Galadriel and Arwen followed their friend further into the throng of people and began to catch up with old friends and take advantage of the free wine and nibbles. They soon forgot all about not being invited to the party and began to enjoy themselves. Minuial however was not appeased by lembas cakes and she was still thoroughly upset about being over looked for the party.
It was soon time to give the young prince their blessing and the three elves returned to the crib.
"I bless this boy with impeccable fashion sense," Arwen said then she lowered her voice and whispered so that only the baby prince could hear "you're gonna have maidens falling all over you little kid, mark my words" and she winked at Legolas.
"My blessing is of strength" Galadriel said waving her hand over the baby's crib dramatically, "when the time comes to fight for the fate of our land prince Legolas will have the strength and courage to be of great help. No one in all of Middle Earth will be swifter with a bow and arrow"
"Is it my turn now?" asked a slightly inebriated Minuial. The queen stepped infront of her son's crib protectively,
"I don't think you need to bother blessing him Minuial" she said sternly, "you should probably just go home now"
"Oh budge out of my way blondie" Minuial said rudely pushing the queen out of her way. "Now where was I? Oh yeah gotta bless the brat". The whole crowd fell silent waiting to see what the annoyed elf would bless the baby prince with.
"You know" Minuial said thoughtfully, "I don't really feel like blessing anything today, in fact I feel a curse coming on" the crowd gasped. "Ok well I bless…curse…whatever, the prince with this…when he turns 1,000 he will prick his finger on an arrow and drop down dead". The crowd laughed nervously thinking that Minuial was just joking.
"Hey it's not a joke" the angry elf shouted, "The brat is dead at 1,000 and for your insolence so is everyone else is this kingdom" and she stormed out of the palace.
"Well that was kinda rude" Arwen stated the obvious. "I am so sorry about that, she's kinda touchy and obviously still a little rattled about not being invited here in the first place" she told the queen who had turned even whiter than usual at the announcement of her son's death. "It's ok" Arwen reassured her, "Glads will know what to do, she always does"
"Is there something that you can do Galadriel?" asked the king, "is there any way to stop the curse?" he glanced down as his beautiful son who was sucking his thumb, blissfully unaware of what was going on.
"I'm afraid I can't do anything to stop Minuial's prophecy from coming true" Galadriel said sadly, "I can however change a few details"
The king looked up from the crib, "go on"
"Well how about the whole kingdom, including your son of course, doesn't die when Prince Legolas reaches 1,000 and pricks his finger. Everyone will just go into a deep sleep instead, a sleep without waking"
"Umm…isn't that death then?" Arwen asked sceptically, "I mean sleeping without waking up is just like being dead anyway"
"Let me finish" Galadriel said annoyed at Arwen's interruption, "The kingdom will wake when someone comes and kisses the sleeping prince, how's that?"
"But if the whole kingdom's asleep then there won't be anyone left to ki…I mean that's great Glads" Arwen said smiling, "Or you could just keep him away from bows and arrows until his thousandth year has passed. Then he wouldn't be able to prick his finger, right?"
King Thranduil's face lit up and he shouted, "That's it! Snap all the bows in the kingdom, burn all the arrows. It is an order from your king and it must be carried out tonight!"
There was a lot of hustle and bustle in the courtyard and soon nothing could be heard over the snapping of bows and the crackle of the huge bonfire that the elves had lit to burn the pieces. The fire grew as the pieces of wood were consigned to the flame until there was not a single bow or arrow left in the whole of Mirkwood. For the first time in his young life Prince Legolas cried.
~~~~~~time passes~~~~~~
Prince Legolas circled behind the man once more, swiftly he moved yet it seemed not swiftly enough. He should easily have been able to out pace the man with his elven agility but his heavy sword was weighing him down and he was not able to move as freely as he would have liked. He lunged at the man with as much strength as he could manage but the man easily brought his own sword up to defend himself before knocking Legolas's sword out of his hand. The elf admitted defeat,
"'Tis no good, this just does not feel right" he said grumpily, "why can I not fight with this sword?"
The man laughed, "a sword is no weapon for an elf young prince" he admitted, "it is too clumsy for your kind, you need something slight and quick to use"
"My father has promised me a mithril sword for my next birthday" Legolas said, "alas I don't think it will make an difference. I have tried every single weapon in the kingdom and I can not fight well with any of them. Is there no other kind of weapon that I can use?"
"Well…" the man said pretending to be deep in thought, "the elves of Mirkwood were always fine archers, you could try a bow and arrow"
"A bow?" Legolas repeated the word thoughtfully, it sounded right, "where can I get one of these bows?" he asked
The man grinned evilly, this was even easier than he had imagined, Minuial was going to be impressed.
"I do actually happen to have a bow in my bag" the man said, "why don't we go and find a suitable clearing and you will be able to try it out?" Prince Legolas nodded eagerly and followed the man deeper into the forest.
As soon as he had found a clearing large enough for some target practice the man stopped, pulled a bow out of his bag and handed it to Legolas,
"What do you think of that young prince?" he asked. Legolas ran his fingers over the polished golden wood and admired the gold detailing on the ends of the bow.
"It is beautiful" he said, "but how do I fight with this?"
"Allow me to show you," said the man taking the bow from the elf and retrieving an arrow from his bag. "You see that darker mark at the centre of that tree" he said pointing to a tree on the other side of the clearing.
"Aye" Legolas replied
"I will use that as my target" the man said before notching the arrow to the bow, taking aim and releasing the string. The arrow was released with a satisfying pinging noise and struck the tree just where the man said it would. Legolas stood and stared in awe.
"May I have a go?" he asked eagerly
"Of course" said the man smiling, his plan was working. He retrieved another arrow from his bag and helped Legolas to set it correctly on the bowstring. The prince released the string and watched happily as the arrow floated effortlessly through the air to join its brother in the tree trunk.
"Good shot" said the man obviously impressed, "it is not an easy weapon to learn to use Prince Legolas but you seem to have a natural talent for it"
"Thank you" Legolas smiled, "may I try again?" the man nodded and handed the prince another arrow. This time Legolas tried to set the arrow onto the bow properly himself but only succeeded in pricking his finger on the sharp arrowhead.
"Ai!" he exclaimed in pain and as the first drops of blood began to fall he collapsed onto the soft forest floor and fell into a deep slumber.
TBC.