Gi suilon, and welcome to As you are, I am. We'll head along to the overview after I give you some warnings.
WARNINGS:There are a sere few of them.
Yaoi: Couples combined: Legolas and Aragorn.
Mpreg: People...look it up. If you don't know what that is for the love of God look it up so you're not surprised. Though it won't happen until the relationship is firmly established and consummated, it's there.
Sex: When I do sex scenes I don't skim. That being said: there is no non-consensual sex (aka RAPE) in this fic. Though descriptive, I do my best to have eloquent tangency in love scenes. They are honest but delicate.
Disclaimer: I, arnediadglândúath, do not own any of the places, settings or characters herein. They are owned by the Saul Zaentz Company which licenses them through Tolkien Enterprises. (correct me if I have botched that a tad. But in any case, they are not mine.)
Overview: This is a narrative biography-partial and an Edhellen meleth trenarn. It will be extensive, detailed, and chronologically accurate. This is a commitment, it will take time and patience to peruse. There are not 'fast love' passages or hurried confessions. Out of respect for J.R.R. Tolkien, I leave the plot pertaining to the journeys of the Fellowship AND Thorin and Company unchanged. Embellished, perhaps, but never altered. The plot will follow as a brief beginning window focusing on the life of Legolas.
My father raised me to listen more than speak, look no further than the gates of Amon Lanc, and to think of a dwarf like an orc with slightly more brains. It is within my humility to admit I failed him in the majority of these things. The degradation of Amon Lanc to Dul Gudur I could hardly help, I was little more than a child at the time. But I fear I have always spoken more than common elf royalty. As heir to the Woodland Realm; merriment was supposed to somehow be beyond me. As for dwarves, you know that story.
Despite many overworked and delirious theories-(like the speculation I simply popped into a silver cradle near Emyn-nu-Fuin with a bow in my arms)-I did have a mother. She died young, for an elf, and I do not think my father ever recovered. Though a good man in his own respects, Thranduil of the Woodland realm was oft blinded by memory of the world as it had been, and possessed little vision for change. Though stirred from the confines of his kingdom by the actions of Thorin and company, I do believe he would have allowed our people to sink into the stuff of Legend if it had not been for the cruelties of Annatar.
But I stray off the true aim of my story.
I spent my childhood under and in the shimmering boughs of Amon Lanc, I watched as the gloriousness of my home was reduced to naught more than the lair of a Witch, and I have found that from the best can come worst...and from the least can come most.
When I was asked to play the part of Emissary to Rivendell in 2951, I had no idea my world was about to be pulled up by the roots. As the say; "step over a stream to find a waterfall." My name is Legolas, King of the Woodland Realm and Prince consort of Minas Tirith. This is my story.
Lasta a gar-gul.
Notes on the Text:
My knowledge of the Elven tongue doesn't go very deep. To keep things simple-(for me, and you)-I'm using a normalized form of Sindarin from and my own meager knowledge.
Translations:
Heria-begin
Lasta-listen(!)
a-roughly; 'and'
gar-to hold, "have" in thi case-I needed an "order" form but couldn't find one.
gul-knowledge
Author's Note: Because I'm trying to keep things as accurate as possible, it must be noted that Legolas was at least "middle aged" when his part in LOTR began. Some critics say he was 5000 years old which "places his birthdate in the latter part of the Second Age." It must be noted that eleves celebrate the day of their conception, not birth, and gestation is commonly an entire year, so elf age can be a tad misconstrued. Before we get too deeply into this, I want to reassure you that Legolas will have no sexual feelings for the 'young' Estel. Elf maturity and Human maturity vastly differs (due to their wildly differing lifespans.) In no way am I making this any kind of 'gateway' into immature smut. In Aragorn's childhood, Legolas plays the part of caring mentor, and no more.
It may seem like I'm going over the top. This is non a one-shot, or a ten-shot. It is a romance. It will be slow but worth it.