Dis: Loswen and the words in this order and plot belong to me, the rest to JRR Tolkien. No harm intended.
A/N: I know there's the odd detail that's wrong and needs to be changed, but I keep forgetting the right info, give me time, if people like it I'll change 'em, if they don't then, oh well.
Loswen, wife of Legolas, Prince of Mirkwood, was grieved.
There was no peril, there was no loss, there was only doubt. Doubt that hung over her mind like a...a...shadow. She knew nothing of the Orc attacks that became more frequent at the borders of her Lord's already reduced kingdom. She knew nothing of the shadow that had taken hold in Southern Mirkwood. All she knew was that something troubled those around her. She sat, staring out of her window, wondering at the world that turned around her. No more than 500 years in age the world was still a new place to her, she had never left Mirkwood, she had never seen anyone but elves. She was...sheltered.
She had been but 300 when she met the prince...he had been smitten with her and herself with him. Her life was monotonous, to say the least, but she had been content with it. The shadow plagued her, but no more than a persistent itch, she simply pushed it to the back of her mind. But this fret was to change. With the lifting of the shadow that hung over her mind, a more personal one would replace it, deeper and more painful.
She peered out of the window in the elvenking's hall. A man approached, t'was no elf. He was...strange, short brown hair he bore, hair...on his face? His ears...rounded? And his general appearance was un-kept, aye, this was no elf. None of her kindred, well, at least those who dwelt in Mirkwood, appeared as such. She gasped, what was that with him? It was wretched...it screeched, it clawed at the man who had it bound. A strange world we live in, she thought. The man was being escorted into the halls, for the first time in a century, curiosity peaked in her, she ventured to her door, to make for the halls. The second she opened the door there stood a maid,
"What is wrong? Are you not content, is there something you desire?" The woman questioned, almost nervously. Princess Loswen never went to get something, she never seemed to ask for anything. She didn't seem to like to trouble people. She should not be wandering around with a human in the halls. Loswen did not immediately reply, she seemed to be pondering something.
Loswen sighed, that may very well be the question, was she really content? She had always thought herself free. If she wished to leave and travel around Middle-Earth, she could. Where had that thought come from? Travel around Middle-Earth, how strange. She had never really desired anything, except someone to love and to love her, and the snow. Mirkwood had provided her all of these. Every year she was blessed with beautiful snow and soon she was blessed with someone to love. Perhaps too soon? No, t'was no fault of Legolas, he would give her anything her heart desired, but perhaps her own lack of change and curiosity had caused these seeming restrictions placed upon her. She pushed it to the back of her mind, what good could come of these thoughts?
"Tis nothing," Loswen lied, "I merely thought to see my husband, but the desire has...passed."
The maid seemed satisfied and bowed, leaving Loswen at the door. She pulled the door shut and took her seat at the window. I will feel better, she thought, if I placed this concern with those of the shadow in my mind.
So she did.
A/N: I know there's the odd detail that's wrong and needs to be changed, but I keep forgetting the right info, give me time, if people like it I'll change 'em, if they don't then, oh well.
Loswen, wife of Legolas, Prince of Mirkwood, was grieved.
There was no peril, there was no loss, there was only doubt. Doubt that hung over her mind like a...a...shadow. She knew nothing of the Orc attacks that became more frequent at the borders of her Lord's already reduced kingdom. She knew nothing of the shadow that had taken hold in Southern Mirkwood. All she knew was that something troubled those around her. She sat, staring out of her window, wondering at the world that turned around her. No more than 500 years in age the world was still a new place to her, she had never left Mirkwood, she had never seen anyone but elves. She was...sheltered.
She had been but 300 when she met the prince...he had been smitten with her and herself with him. Her life was monotonous, to say the least, but she had been content with it. The shadow plagued her, but no more than a persistent itch, she simply pushed it to the back of her mind. But this fret was to change. With the lifting of the shadow that hung over her mind, a more personal one would replace it, deeper and more painful.
She peered out of the window in the elvenking's hall. A man approached, t'was no elf. He was...strange, short brown hair he bore, hair...on his face? His ears...rounded? And his general appearance was un-kept, aye, this was no elf. None of her kindred, well, at least those who dwelt in Mirkwood, appeared as such. She gasped, what was that with him? It was wretched...it screeched, it clawed at the man who had it bound. A strange world we live in, she thought. The man was being escorted into the halls, for the first time in a century, curiosity peaked in her, she ventured to her door, to make for the halls. The second she opened the door there stood a maid,
"What is wrong? Are you not content, is there something you desire?" The woman questioned, almost nervously. Princess Loswen never went to get something, she never seemed to ask for anything. She didn't seem to like to trouble people. She should not be wandering around with a human in the halls. Loswen did not immediately reply, she seemed to be pondering something.
Loswen sighed, that may very well be the question, was she really content? She had always thought herself free. If she wished to leave and travel around Middle-Earth, she could. Where had that thought come from? Travel around Middle-Earth, how strange. She had never really desired anything, except someone to love and to love her, and the snow. Mirkwood had provided her all of these. Every year she was blessed with beautiful snow and soon she was blessed with someone to love. Perhaps too soon? No, t'was no fault of Legolas, he would give her anything her heart desired, but perhaps her own lack of change and curiosity had caused these seeming restrictions placed upon her. She pushed it to the back of her mind, what good could come of these thoughts?
"Tis nothing," Loswen lied, "I merely thought to see my husband, but the desire has...passed."
The maid seemed satisfied and bowed, leaving Loswen at the door. She pulled the door shut and took her seat at the window. I will feel better, she thought, if I placed this concern with those of the shadow in my mind.
So she did.