Disclaimer: I am sooo sorry if anyone has written something like this, I'm
just re-using the idea of Legolas and Gimli's sail to the undying lands.
Note: LOTR is unfortunately not mine. sniff nor is the Silmarillion, etc. This applies to all the chapters afterwards as well as this one. Only Arglin is mine right now.
Last Thoughts
Legolas gazed out to sea, clad in a black robe with the hood pulled over his head. His eyes traveled longingly over the sparkling, clear-as-diamond water. His ears took in the never-ending, heart-wrenching cry of the gulls. He stooped and touched the water, feeling its cooling comfort under his hand. He began to hear voices...
"Come, my son, join me in Eressea." It was Thranduil, his father.
"Legolas! Our father awaits you. Come!" Elladan and Elrohir could clearly be heard above the crashing of the waves.
"Prince of Mirkwood, come hither to the undying lands." It was Galadriel this time; her voice echoed in his ears.
"Legolas, come and join me!" The tired voice of Frodo resounded again and again. Legolas covered his ears and turned away from the sea; his cheeks were wet and a single tear rolled down his face.
"Your highness, the ship is ready." Arglin, Legolas' page, bowed and swept a hand towards the ship.
It was a beautiful vassal. It was named Alqua-fea, the Swan Spirit, and its hull curved upwards like a rainbow arc that would never end. Its prow was in the likeness of a swan's head, and along the side of the Alqua-fea was carved many falling leaves, symbolising that the last Elves of Mirkwood were about to sail. Legolas gazed entranced upon it and wondered what Gimli would say. If only he had agreed to sail with him! That stubborn dwarf, he even got angry when Legolas had brought it up...
"Tol Eressea or whatever it is called is not my destiny! Why must you leave Middle Earth? You elves are all the same! 'The cry of the gulls disturbs me; the undying lands call for me!' Why should you listen to the noisy gulls and why should their cawing upset you? For the final time, I say NO! I am not going with you to the undying lands!"
Stupid dwarf! What would he know about the tugging of one's heartstrings when gazing out towards the smooth, undulating sea? He was just one of the Naugrim, who knew not of the matters of the Firstborn. Legolas thought resentfully, tossing his head as he gazed back to the sea.
I can't believe that I actually wrote a letter begging the Dwarf to follow me to Valinor! Legolas thought angrily, furious with himself. Valinor is such a sacred place, it's not fit for a 'stunted person' to walk upon!
"Your highness...?" Arglin's voice was trembling. Legolas snapped out of his reverie and glanced at Arglin. He was surprised to see that Arglin's eyes were full of tears. Then it struck him. He was the only one who regretted leaving Middle Earth. Arglin had wanted to sail ever since his family had; but because of his unfailing loyalty to Legolas, he had stayed behind. Arglin was now unable to control the tears that stung his eyes.
Legolas gazed against his will towards the path leading towards the sandy beach, hoping against hope and against himself that Gimli would emerge. He suddenly felt like slapping himself.
Why had he even considered asking that dwarf to sail with him? It was obvious that the Valar would never permit a Naugrim to set foot on Eressea. He gazed at Arglin's tears trickling down his face and scolded himself: How could he let his own faithful servant suffer like this just for his own welfare?
Legolas turned abruptly towards Arglin. "Let the order be sounded." He said sharply. "We shall sail right away!" Arglin nodded excitedly and ran off to tell the other elves to prepare for the voyage.
Legolas sighed heavily and adjusted his hood. Unknowingly, his eyes filled with tears and he fingered his bow and arrows, thinking miserably of the day Gimli had gruffly complimented him on his bowmanship.
He was interrupted acutely by Arglin's return, no doubt there to attend to him again. Arglin skipped joyfully towards him and stopped short when he saw the tears rolling down his lord's face.
Okay! So this first chapter is finished! I'll write more in the next chapter. Estimated no. of chapters: 3 to 5. I'm soo sorry if I offended any Legolas and/or Gimli fans by my writings. Just don't condemn me to Mordor.
Note: LOTR is unfortunately not mine. sniff nor is the Silmarillion, etc. This applies to all the chapters afterwards as well as this one. Only Arglin is mine right now.
Last Thoughts
Legolas gazed out to sea, clad in a black robe with the hood pulled over his head. His eyes traveled longingly over the sparkling, clear-as-diamond water. His ears took in the never-ending, heart-wrenching cry of the gulls. He stooped and touched the water, feeling its cooling comfort under his hand. He began to hear voices...
"Come, my son, join me in Eressea." It was Thranduil, his father.
"Legolas! Our father awaits you. Come!" Elladan and Elrohir could clearly be heard above the crashing of the waves.
"Prince of Mirkwood, come hither to the undying lands." It was Galadriel this time; her voice echoed in his ears.
"Legolas, come and join me!" The tired voice of Frodo resounded again and again. Legolas covered his ears and turned away from the sea; his cheeks were wet and a single tear rolled down his face.
"Your highness, the ship is ready." Arglin, Legolas' page, bowed and swept a hand towards the ship.
It was a beautiful vassal. It was named Alqua-fea, the Swan Spirit, and its hull curved upwards like a rainbow arc that would never end. Its prow was in the likeness of a swan's head, and along the side of the Alqua-fea was carved many falling leaves, symbolising that the last Elves of Mirkwood were about to sail. Legolas gazed entranced upon it and wondered what Gimli would say. If only he had agreed to sail with him! That stubborn dwarf, he even got angry when Legolas had brought it up...
"Tol Eressea or whatever it is called is not my destiny! Why must you leave Middle Earth? You elves are all the same! 'The cry of the gulls disturbs me; the undying lands call for me!' Why should you listen to the noisy gulls and why should their cawing upset you? For the final time, I say NO! I am not going with you to the undying lands!"
Stupid dwarf! What would he know about the tugging of one's heartstrings when gazing out towards the smooth, undulating sea? He was just one of the Naugrim, who knew not of the matters of the Firstborn. Legolas thought resentfully, tossing his head as he gazed back to the sea.
I can't believe that I actually wrote a letter begging the Dwarf to follow me to Valinor! Legolas thought angrily, furious with himself. Valinor is such a sacred place, it's not fit for a 'stunted person' to walk upon!
"Your highness...?" Arglin's voice was trembling. Legolas snapped out of his reverie and glanced at Arglin. He was surprised to see that Arglin's eyes were full of tears. Then it struck him. He was the only one who regretted leaving Middle Earth. Arglin had wanted to sail ever since his family had; but because of his unfailing loyalty to Legolas, he had stayed behind. Arglin was now unable to control the tears that stung his eyes.
Legolas gazed against his will towards the path leading towards the sandy beach, hoping against hope and against himself that Gimli would emerge. He suddenly felt like slapping himself.
Why had he even considered asking that dwarf to sail with him? It was obvious that the Valar would never permit a Naugrim to set foot on Eressea. He gazed at Arglin's tears trickling down his face and scolded himself: How could he let his own faithful servant suffer like this just for his own welfare?
Legolas turned abruptly towards Arglin. "Let the order be sounded." He said sharply. "We shall sail right away!" Arglin nodded excitedly and ran off to tell the other elves to prepare for the voyage.
Legolas sighed heavily and adjusted his hood. Unknowingly, his eyes filled with tears and he fingered his bow and arrows, thinking miserably of the day Gimli had gruffly complimented him on his bowmanship.
He was interrupted acutely by Arglin's return, no doubt there to attend to him again. Arglin skipped joyfully towards him and stopped short when he saw the tears rolling down his lord's face.
Okay! So this first chapter is finished! I'll write more in the next chapter. Estimated no. of chapters: 3 to 5. I'm soo sorry if I offended any Legolas and/or Gimli fans by my writings. Just don't condemn me to Mordor.