Hellooooooooooo everyone. Welcome to my new story. I remember asking my mom when I was little, "Mum, why don't any of the girls like Legolas?" And she'd just laugh and say, "Because they love Aragorn".
Poor Legolas. So here we are, my new Legolas/OC fic.
Her name is Celanel, pronounced "Kell-ah-nell"
Disclaimer: I don't own Legolas, though I really want to!
"All This time?"
"Always."
-J.K Rowling
The young Prince Legolas bounded through the trees, his heart racing and his footsteps quick. He had to see her before she left, he just had to. He couldn't believe she had to leave, now of all times. Before her birthday, his father could have thrown her a magnificent party with dancing and food and lots of guests – but Legolas assumed she wanted to spend it with her own people. As he got closer, he could see her horse making its way slowly down the path, her blonde head weaving as she said goodbye to the forest around her.
He jumped onto the path in front of her. "Celanel!"
She'd heard the young prince's footsteps, and smiled warmly, pulling her horse to a stop in front of the small elfling. "Legolas? You should be in bed, little Prince. It is early, too early for one as young as you to be wandering in the forest."
Legolas scoffed, placing his arms on his hips in an arrogant manner. "I am not young. I hate that you treat me like a baby." Now his angelic face was scowling at her, and she held in a giggle. Like it or not, she was rather fond of Prince Legolas and he was fascinated by her. He followed her everywhere she went when she visited his home in Mirkwood.
She simply looked at his with caring eyes. "My mistake, little prince. Of course you are not a child – I hear your father's looking for a suitable wife for you already!" This was not true of course, Legolas was much too young for Thranduil to be looking into that, but Celanel reminded herself that it'd only be a matter of time before Legolas had to choose a bride. He was the only Prince of Mirkwood after all – an heir was expected.
Then, Legolas laughed and Celanel couldn't help but laugh with him. His laugh didn't sound like that of a child's, it was rich and rolling and sounded of a merry man who had everything he'd ever hoped for. "Why would I need a wife? I'm going to marry you!"
She reached down and tousled his baby soft hair, "Of course, we'll have a grand wedding – there will be dancing and music-''
"And sweets! Chewing sweets and sweet drinks and sweet pudding!" he interrupted and waved his arms around in gestures of large amounts of sweets. She laughed again, throwing her long pale blonde hair down her back.
"Yes, Legolas. My stomach is fluttering with excitement, my heart thundering as the clouds in a rainstorm. When I return from the Northern Kingdoms, we shall marry," She said, smoothing a lock behind the child-Prince's pointed ear. He gazed as warmly as a child so young can, and with a few more sweet words of parting, the Prince watched the she-elf disappear among the trees with her party and waved until his keen ears could no longer hear the slightest sound of her movement.
Short, I know, but what'd you think?