Disclaimer: Is a disclaimer really necessary? I mean, let's face it, if I could write stories and make money with it, I most certainly would not be here. I'd be out in the real world, making a living. Alas, it is not to be. Well, here goes. I mean no infringement and take no money or credit for these characters, place names..etc..except the ones that I made up. Of course, really, I mean no infringement and take no money or credit for the ones I HAVE made up so, basically, it's all the same. As I never read these disclaimers, I'm not sure why I'm bothering. I'm sure many other don't bother reading them. But, at the end of the day, I'm American, and in America, there are lawyers..and loads of people that want to make an easy buck, so I am covering my ass. The end.
And now for the Author's Note: I rarely read these either, so again, I don't know why I'm bothering. Ok, because I'm lazy and do not want to keep consulting my dog-eared copy of the Silmarillion, The Hobbit, and the Lord of the Rings, I'm going to say now that things may be slightly (or completely) different to how things were actually written by, the psuedo-Valar, Tolkien. Sorry, perhaps someday, when I want to have the challenge of constricting my creative ability to a few books, I will try writing strictly book canon *head starts aching at the very thought*. Er....where was I? Oh yes, "our" Legolas (Oi! come back! I know there are a million and one Legolas stories out there) at the beginning of this story is young. And since I'm not sure who Elves grow, I'm gonna make up my own idea. Ok, Legolas looks and has (approximately) the same mentality as an everyday, mortal, 8 or 9 year old. I'm not sure how quick it takes for an Elf to become a *ahem* physically mature, but I'm gonna say it takes longer than everyday mortals such as you and I (well you, *smiles slyly to herself). Um, I think I'll leave everything at that.
One more note, for good show: This is just a comment on the so-called "Mary-Sue" type stories. I take no liability if this turns out to be a "Mary-Sue". Anyway.I'll admit, it does get a bit tiring reading story after story about a girl sent to M.E. to save the day and...um...her hair being the color..of...er..a field full of ripe bananas, or whatever but truthfully, who am I to complain? If writing these sickeningly over the top sweet, angsty romance type thingies- you know, the ones that are like the Harlequin romance novels that probably make someone loads of money- (or reading them as I sometimes do) makes you happy then more power to you. Oh and that goes for Slash writers too. May everyone write what they wish and not get too many flames. (Will admit that many Mary-Sues are actually VERY good and they should not all be classified as crap. Of course, maybe if they're NOT crap, they AREN'T Mary-Sues....how ponderous...)
PS: I am not entirely sure of the exact definition of a Mary-Sue. Hopefully someone will inform me of the precise "art" that is Mary-Sue writing. Probably won't be as fun as when I found out what "Slash" was though
And now, on with the show:
My Story That Does Not Yet Have A Name As I Don't
Know Where I'm Going With It
I'll Let You Know When I Figure It Out Myself
King Thranduil looked out his window to the dense wood that was his home. Harvest season it was and the sight of the brilliantly colored leaves warmed his heart. Peacefully, he drew in several long breaths, smelling the sweet scent of Autumn. It was going to be a wonderful day to travel. A light westerly breeze was blowing and the sky, though the sun was barely visible over the eastern horizon, was cloudless. There was a chill in the air that told the tale of the forthcoming winter but it had yet to become too cold. Yes it was going to be a wonderful day to travel.
Thranduil gathered himself from his thoughts and made his way into the chamber hall. There was gathered a host of Woodland Elves, awaiting his orders as to when he planned to set out. All the supplies, gifts as it were, for the Men of Lake Town had already been packed. All they needed was the go ahead of the King.
"Right, we are all prepared for the journey to Lake Town then?" He asked chief his advisor.
"Yes, my lord, all is ready." Replied the Elf.
"Wonderful!" The king answered, eager to get on his way," Well, off we go....wait."
As the king searched the faces, his eyes became serious, and finally full of anger. He knew his day had started too peacefully. He turned to his chief advisor once more.
"Where is my son?"
Thranduil's chief advisor, Galenel, was a stern, detached Elf whom very rarely let his feelings show through. He was of course, one of the king's advisors and oldest, closest friends to boot. He was given the position for his ability to give cool, calm, wise advice at times of heightened stress.
"He..he was j- just here a second ago." Galenel's voice faultered. Thranduil gave a great sigh.
"Valar, give me the strength to resist throwing my son to the mercy of the Orcs."
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Legolas was fast. Not only fast but small. By the time you realized he was there crouching behind you, toy bow in hand, he'd shot his dull arrow at your backside, and made off with the last bit of lembas that sat on your plate. Yes, Galenel had seen him just a second ago. But it only takes a second more to dart behind one of the great pillars in the hall, and out the door. From where he stood now, he could see an evil and cunning Orc. To anyone else, it would appear to be his father's advisor, but Legolas knew better. After all, he was Legolas Greenleaf, warrior and hero to all elves. And he took no prisoners.
"Back to the abyss with thee, foul creature!" He said pulling out a dull toy arrow and fixing it on his bow. There was a low twang and his faithful weapon had done its job. Legolas smiled with pride seeing his father's advisor jump like an elf-maiden. His daydream continued. He was now receiving riches from all the Elf Lords, Kings of Men and Dwarves. They gave him diamonds, rubies, and one Dwarf presented him with a bedspread made of mithril. He could here them chanting his name. Legolas, Legolas, Legolas...
"LEGOLAS! Pay attention to me when I speak to you!" His father bellowed tearing the young elf from his thoughts.
"Yes father?" He answered in his most innocent, sheepish voice. He forlornly walked over to his father. He looked up at him staring deep into eyes that mirrored his. He looked for some time, knowing how to play the game. He pushed his lower lip out slightly and cocked his head to one side. He waited. Thranduil sighed and shook his head.
"Legolas, love, please, try to stay out of trouble." He said calmly patting the young elf on the head and smiling with fatherly pride at the sight of his beautiful son. He then turned around and addressed the gathering, leaving Legolas behind him.
Legolas smirked. He had won. He ALWAYS won. He drew out another toy arrow and placed it on his bow, when he was sure his father and Galenel were not looking. He aimed it at the Thranduil shaped Balrog that stood in front of him breathing flames onto the gathering of Elves in front of it.
"I am Legolas Greenleaf, warrior and hero to all elves. And I take no prisoners." He said quietly, smirking again.
*twang*
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Right then, this is my first chapter. Not much to it really. I'm not sure where I'm going with this story, so...as of now, it's kinda vague. Anyway, out with it, REVIEWS...and what not..flames will be appreciated too, as they will be used to re-forge "The One Ring" and dress my balrogs. Can I just say that my html-y thing won't let me indent and it makes the space between my paragraphs far too big :(