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Legolas' Loss

By: Spirit_Saviour



The trees musically rustled in the breeze, and the partly cloudy skies added a sense of serenity to the land. Legolas Greenleaf, immortal elven Prince of Mirkwood, sat demurely underneath the leaves of a very old evergreen tree. At the age of 95, Legolas looked- and felt, as young and as vibrant as an energetic youth. His straight light honey hair was pulled back from his face behind his delicate leaf shaped ears, and clear gray eyes were closed with white alabaster skin.

Resting his slender body onto the lush, healthy grass relaxed the prince from his long hard day of training…his bow and quiver of arrows lay forgotten on a boulder. Middle Earth's power-hungry creatures had decayed its beauty, and many small bands of orcs, trolls, and goblins roamed the land, feasting on innocent bystanders, reveling in the fear and destruction they caused. Peace was never going to be an objective for his world.

A gust of cool air rushed passed Legolas' elvish clothing and body, soothing and caressing his soul. His mind soon wandered away from the dark thoughts, and remembered the times when he was just a child and had received his first bow. His father King Thranduil was very proud of Legolas' skills, and many a joyful times were spent in his father's presence.

Smiling to himself, with his eyes still closed, Legolas softly hummed a merry tune, written by his elven friend Salmas. His voice was refreshingly enchanting, and a creature could spend months listening to his melodies.

The clouds turned orange, as the sun slowly slipped from the sky.

Legolas had fallen asleep with a smile on his lips.





Author's Notes: Hello, this is the start of my 3rd fanfic about my favorite elf. I know it's very short, this chapter, but enjoy!