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belong to Tolkien. Most of this story follows the books.
A/N PLEASE R&R!
A/N- This is based upon ElfSong, but the plot is changed. Credit for this story goes to Lynliss! For all those pple who get hyped up about this stuff, just wait till chapter 8.
His Beloved
Chapter One: The Arrival
Alatariel sat beside a small stream that ran through her temporary home of Lothlorien. She was a student of the Lady of the Wood, Galadriel, and was being trained in the art of healing. Alatariel was originally from Mirkwood, an elven forest far from Lothlorien. She was an extremely beautiful elf maiden with long, brown hair, and piercing blue eyes. Her fair skin seemed to reflect the light that hit it, and this gave her a glowing appearance. Her voice was soft, yet strong, and she had the gift of song. She was also skilled in the art of sword fighting, and was deadly when yielding a longknife.
As she watched the pure water in the stream flow, she was reminded of her family in Mirkwood. "Oh, how I miss them!" she thought. Her parents had sent her to Galadriel for training when she was very young, and they had not been able to see her for centuries. Although she longed to see her family once again, she knew that she was not yet finished with her training. Alatariel closed her eyes, and breathed in deeply. As she did this, she remembered the strange dreams she had been having for weeks. In her dreams, strangers came to Lothlorien to seek assistance from Galadriel. The strangers were on a quest of some sort, and Alatariel joined them. However, she dismissed the dreams, as any elf would.
Suddenly, her keen elf ears picked up the sound of someone moving in the brush behind her. She turned around and stood up in a single fluid motion. She was standing face to face with her good friend, Farawen, a young elf. "Alatariel!" she gasped, noticeably out of breath, "there are strangers in Lothlorien, eight of them, with them is another elf! You must come and see!" Remembering her dream, Alatariel smiled and responded, "You have come a long way! For you are out of breath, dear friend! Go now, and I will see these strangers you tell me about." Satisfied with her reply, Farawen turned around and ran back in the direction she came. "Strange, strange indeed!" thought Alatariel, and she walked in the direction of the Lady's court.
As she drew nearer to her destination, Alatariel began to pick up news about the strangers. She learned they were on a quest to destroy the Ring of Power, an object she had heard about before. When she reached Galadriel's court, she saw the eight strangers. Among them were two humans, four Halflings, an elf, and a dwarf. Upon seeing the dwarf, she scowled.
Alatariel desired to speak to Galadriel, to tell her of her dreams. As she ascended the stairs leading to the court, she saw the eight were on their way out. She passed them as she was going in. She noticed the elf, who was quite handsome, was looking at her. She politely acknowledged his glance, and kept walking.
Legolas Greenleaf, the elven Prince of Mirkwood, and one of the Nine, was weary upon reaching Lothlorien. After the loss of Gandalf the Gray in the Mines of Moria, he had not spoken much and remained deep in thought. He listened as Aragorn, one of his companions, told Galadriel of their Quest. Much to their relief, she had given them permission to spend as much time as they needed in Lothlorien. As the eight were leaving her courts, Legolas noticed an elven maiden coming towards them. She had an expression of concern on her face, but even through that, Legolas saw her true beauty. He thought it odd that a Lorien elf would have dark hair, but even so, he was in awe of her appearance. Her skin glowed like a star, and her eyes were a deep beautiful blue, quite like his own. He nodded to her as she walked by, and she automatically nodded back. After she passed by, he feared that he would see her no more, and tried to dismiss her from his thoughts. Though, for him, it would be hard to do.
A/N PLEASE R&R!
A/N- This is based upon ElfSong, but the plot is changed. Credit for this story goes to Lynliss! For all those pple who get hyped up about this stuff, just wait till chapter 8.
His Beloved
Chapter One: The Arrival
Alatariel sat beside a small stream that ran through her temporary home of Lothlorien. She was a student of the Lady of the Wood, Galadriel, and was being trained in the art of healing. Alatariel was originally from Mirkwood, an elven forest far from Lothlorien. She was an extremely beautiful elf maiden with long, brown hair, and piercing blue eyes. Her fair skin seemed to reflect the light that hit it, and this gave her a glowing appearance. Her voice was soft, yet strong, and she had the gift of song. She was also skilled in the art of sword fighting, and was deadly when yielding a longknife.
As she watched the pure water in the stream flow, she was reminded of her family in Mirkwood. "Oh, how I miss them!" she thought. Her parents had sent her to Galadriel for training when she was very young, and they had not been able to see her for centuries. Although she longed to see her family once again, she knew that she was not yet finished with her training. Alatariel closed her eyes, and breathed in deeply. As she did this, she remembered the strange dreams she had been having for weeks. In her dreams, strangers came to Lothlorien to seek assistance from Galadriel. The strangers were on a quest of some sort, and Alatariel joined them. However, she dismissed the dreams, as any elf would.
Suddenly, her keen elf ears picked up the sound of someone moving in the brush behind her. She turned around and stood up in a single fluid motion. She was standing face to face with her good friend, Farawen, a young elf. "Alatariel!" she gasped, noticeably out of breath, "there are strangers in Lothlorien, eight of them, with them is another elf! You must come and see!" Remembering her dream, Alatariel smiled and responded, "You have come a long way! For you are out of breath, dear friend! Go now, and I will see these strangers you tell me about." Satisfied with her reply, Farawen turned around and ran back in the direction she came. "Strange, strange indeed!" thought Alatariel, and she walked in the direction of the Lady's court.
As she drew nearer to her destination, Alatariel began to pick up news about the strangers. She learned they were on a quest to destroy the Ring of Power, an object she had heard about before. When she reached Galadriel's court, she saw the eight strangers. Among them were two humans, four Halflings, an elf, and a dwarf. Upon seeing the dwarf, she scowled.
Alatariel desired to speak to Galadriel, to tell her of her dreams. As she ascended the stairs leading to the court, she saw the eight were on their way out. She passed them as she was going in. She noticed the elf, who was quite handsome, was looking at her. She politely acknowledged his glance, and kept walking.
Legolas Greenleaf, the elven Prince of Mirkwood, and one of the Nine, was weary upon reaching Lothlorien. After the loss of Gandalf the Gray in the Mines of Moria, he had not spoken much and remained deep in thought. He listened as Aragorn, one of his companions, told Galadriel of their Quest. Much to their relief, she had given them permission to spend as much time as they needed in Lothlorien. As the eight were leaving her courts, Legolas noticed an elven maiden coming towards them. She had an expression of concern on her face, but even through that, Legolas saw her true beauty. He thought it odd that a Lorien elf would have dark hair, but even so, he was in awe of her appearance. Her skin glowed like a star, and her eyes were a deep beautiful blue, quite like his own. He nodded to her as she walked by, and she automatically nodded back. After she passed by, he feared that he would see her no more, and tried to dismiss her from his thoughts. Though, for him, it would be hard to do.