I don't own Legolas..... Or any of the other LotR characters, but Cassandra belongs to,...... Cassandra, and Laigolas is me..... So.... if you have read my other fics and didn't like it.... Don't review it if you have nothing nice to say. I've had a long day. Oh yeah, and if you have a better title, please do tell...
I tried very hard to translate the Sindarin, so if it's wrong, I'm sorry. I got it from a dictionary off the net.
This story is about my life when I was an elf. Cassandra is my mother (and my best friend who happens to be a year younger than I)
On the Sea
(Working title)
Prologue
"DAMN YOU ELROND HALFELVEN!!!!" shouted a furious elf-maiden, her face red with anger.
Elrond was crouched in his throne, wincing at the elf-maiden's fury.
"WHO ARE YOU TO TELL ME WHO I WILL MARRY!" she screeched.
Elrond opened one eye, hoping not to be punched.
"Er... I uh...." he straightened a little, regaining some of his kingly ness. "You will not marry Legolas Greenleaf, you are not suited for a Prince."
Her face darkened and a vase suddenly exploded.
"I. will. marry. him. if. I. want. to." she said very slowly. "And you will not stop me."
!*! !*! !*!
Cassandra watched land disappear, a smug look on her face.
"Now who's the powerful one." she said, smirking.
"You of course." said Legolas from behind her.
He circled her with his arms and the two of them watched the gray ocean ahead of the boat.
Several days later, land had disappeared long ago, and gray ocean was as far as the eye could sea. Legolas was standing at the bow, watching the water go by. Cassandra was fiddling with her bow and arrows. Suddenly, Legolas spotted something floating in the water.
"Hey! Stop the boat!" he cried.
The Sindarin elf captain slowed the boat enough for Legolas to reach down and scoop the thing out of the water.
"What is it?" Cassandra called from the other side of the boat.
Legolas pulled back one part of the black cloth. Inside was a babe, but twenty-four months old. Legolas feared it was dead. Then it yawned, opening it's eyes and showing bright, glowing, gray-green orbs. It squeaked defiantly, as if upset that Legolas had disturbed his slumber.
"It's a baby!" Legolas called to Cassandra.
"A baby?" she said disbelievingly.
"I said that already."
Cassandra looked at the little bundle of life in her betrothed's arms.
"Why fancy that! An elf babe in the middle of the ocean!" she exclaimed.
"Elf babe?" Legolas said.
"Yes my unobservant one, an elf babe. Look at it's ears." she pulled back the ragged black material to show the baby's pointed ears and fair hair.
"Oh.... I see..." Legolas replied, finally understanding.
Later that evening, Legolas and Cassandra named the baby in a private ceremony.
"Im este-le, nîn ion, Laigolas Geaeronrochon Elevair Calengalenas. (I name you, my son, Laigolas Oceanrider Blue Greenleaf)" said Laigolas solemnly, placing a delicately elvish-wrought silver chain around the babe's neck.
The child plucked at the chain curiously, holding it up and gurgling happily when it shimmered in the starlight.
"My son...." Legolas murmured softly, letting his son squeeze his finger. "You will be a great warrior someday, even if you are not of my blood."
Cassandra put a hand on Legolas' shoulder.
"Come, it grows late." she said soothingly.
Legolas turned and followed his wife to bed.
I tried very hard to translate the Sindarin, so if it's wrong, I'm sorry. I got it from a dictionary off the net.
This story is about my life when I was an elf. Cassandra is my mother (and my best friend who happens to be a year younger than I)
On the Sea
(Working title)
Prologue
"DAMN YOU ELROND HALFELVEN!!!!" shouted a furious elf-maiden, her face red with anger.
Elrond was crouched in his throne, wincing at the elf-maiden's fury.
"WHO ARE YOU TO TELL ME WHO I WILL MARRY!" she screeched.
Elrond opened one eye, hoping not to be punched.
"Er... I uh...." he straightened a little, regaining some of his kingly ness. "You will not marry Legolas Greenleaf, you are not suited for a Prince."
Her face darkened and a vase suddenly exploded.
"I. will. marry. him. if. I. want. to." she said very slowly. "And you will not stop me."
!*! !*! !*!
Cassandra watched land disappear, a smug look on her face.
"Now who's the powerful one." she said, smirking.
"You of course." said Legolas from behind her.
He circled her with his arms and the two of them watched the gray ocean ahead of the boat.
Several days later, land had disappeared long ago, and gray ocean was as far as the eye could sea. Legolas was standing at the bow, watching the water go by. Cassandra was fiddling with her bow and arrows. Suddenly, Legolas spotted something floating in the water.
"Hey! Stop the boat!" he cried.
The Sindarin elf captain slowed the boat enough for Legolas to reach down and scoop the thing out of the water.
"What is it?" Cassandra called from the other side of the boat.
Legolas pulled back one part of the black cloth. Inside was a babe, but twenty-four months old. Legolas feared it was dead. Then it yawned, opening it's eyes and showing bright, glowing, gray-green orbs. It squeaked defiantly, as if upset that Legolas had disturbed his slumber.
"It's a baby!" Legolas called to Cassandra.
"A baby?" she said disbelievingly.
"I said that already."
Cassandra looked at the little bundle of life in her betrothed's arms.
"Why fancy that! An elf babe in the middle of the ocean!" she exclaimed.
"Elf babe?" Legolas said.
"Yes my unobservant one, an elf babe. Look at it's ears." she pulled back the ragged black material to show the baby's pointed ears and fair hair.
"Oh.... I see..." Legolas replied, finally understanding.
Later that evening, Legolas and Cassandra named the baby in a private ceremony.
"Im este-le, nîn ion, Laigolas Geaeronrochon Elevair Calengalenas. (I name you, my son, Laigolas Oceanrider Blue Greenleaf)" said Laigolas solemnly, placing a delicately elvish-wrought silver chain around the babe's neck.
The child plucked at the chain curiously, holding it up and gurgling happily when it shimmered in the starlight.
"My son...." Legolas murmured softly, letting his son squeeze his finger. "You will be a great warrior someday, even if you are not of my blood."
Cassandra put a hand on Legolas' shoulder.
"Come, it grows late." she said soothingly.
Legolas turned and followed his wife to bed.