Disclaimer :- I do not own 'The Lord of the rings' (Tolkein does), or this virsion of 'Robin Hood' (Disney does)
Okay so we all know the story of Robin Hood and Maid Marion, well it, along with the story of Aragorn and Arwen, just happens to be my favourite. I was five years old the first time I saw the Disney version and instantly knew that was the kind of man I wanted. Most little girls grow up dreaming of Prince Charming coming to save them, well I always thought he was a woss who sat on his throne all day playing with woman's shoes.
So I decided to put the two stories together and this is what I came up with.
The two greatest love stories ever told
Chapter 1
The greatest thing you will ever learn
Aragorn sat in the middle of Mirkwood forest, alone in his thoughts. His mind, it seemed, was a hundred miles away; one guess where.
Legolas watched his friend from the safety of a near by tree, he was desperately trying to hold on to his Elf composure and not walk up to the man and hit him. Legolas had met Aragorn nearly twenty years ago, and since the day of their first meeting all he had heard about was the Lady Arwen. Legolas had meet the beautiful Elf princess many a time, in their long lives. Legolas was the prince of Mirkwood, and their families had always been united in a common cause.
Aragorn's mind was still in Rivendell, along with his heart. It had been nearly thirty years since he took leave of his love and everyday seemed harder then the last. He had had to leave, she was of a lineage greater then his. She deserved more then a King in exile. He had done the right thing, he was sure of it; but then why did doing the right thing seem so wrong?
Aragorn first saw Legolas swing down to stand before him. "Legolas, what are you doi-" an Orc arrow narrowly missed his head, as his companion knocked him to the ground. In a flash as quick as lightning, Legolas retaliated. His trusty bow in his hand, he charged at the predators; Aragorn quick behind him, sword at the ready. One, two, three. The Orcs were no challenge for the unbeatable duo. Legolas, no man, Elf or Dwarf was a better archer. As for Aragorn, he used his sword as though his life depended on it; which quite often it did.
The Orcs laying slain around them, the breathless two took refuge in a near by tree. Legolas's usually immaculate temper was fraying. "Aragorn your head has been in the clouds now for far too long. If I had not have been there that arrow would have pierced your skull!"
"Oh Legolas, never have I known an Elf to be such a drama Queen! I live for that kind of action. That was just a bit of a lark that's all" Aragorn was smiling, grateful for a distraction, any distraction.
"Oh yes? Pretty hard to laugh with an arrow through your head!"
"You know for an Elf, you are extremely uptight!" One of Aragorn's favourite games was the one he liked to call 'See how far we can wind the Elf up before he snaps' if his face was anything to go by, it wouldn't take very long today.
Later that day, Aragorn and Legolas were making their way back to the house of Thranduil, when they were passed by a carriage. A carriage of pure gold, the poor horses could barely pull it. Legolas heard their neighs, meaning more to him then most. His face scowled at the sweat pouring from the beasts. "Who puts a creature through such torment in the land of the Elves?" He cried out to the owner of the golden carriage. Instantly it stopped, and the horses started breathing heavily. A tall, stout man walked out, followed quickly by a frail looking man with an ill favour.
It was the frail man that spoke, "I am Corneal, Duke of Lebennin" Aragorn's eyes shot up at hearing of a place in his own land of Gondor. "Who dares shout after me?" the man eyed Aragorn and Legolas, wearily.
"It was I, Legolas, son of Thranduil. Prince of Mirkwood" He sounded proud of his heritage, Aragorn thought, for the first time since they had met.
"Ahh, it is with your father I have come to speak." His gleam was threatening, but for some reason permanently fixed on Aragorn.
"My father? What of?" Legolas had not been informed that they were to expect mortal visitors.
"That is between he and I!" He once more scowled at Aragorn, noting how like his father, Arathon, he was. So this must be the heir to Gondor's throne. We shall see about that!
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Time passed, and together the man and the Elf fought side by side. They had returned from the perils on the dark confines of Mordor, where Sauron now once again dwelt. The two were weary and longed for the safe haven of Legolas's home. A place they both felt comfortable.
Aragorn had decided to journey back to Mirkwood, and remain Legolas's companion a while longer. The alternative was Rivendell, the place where love dwelt. He could not face her and be sure he would again be able to do the right thing again. He knew that one more look upon her face would make him a weak man.
They had stopped for the night and Aragorn was busy cooking dinner. Stew, again; they seemed to be living off the stuff, but neither cared, so long as it did its job.
Legolas was tightening his bow, it had been weakened by all the use it had been put to.
"Aragorn how is the food coming?" When he received no answer he turned to eye his friend. Aragorn sat stirring the stew, his chin rested on his hand, his eyes staring out in to space. Legolas groaned as he caught the love sick look on Aragorn's face. "Aragorn! ARAGORN!"
"What? Hmm, what did you say?"
"Oh forget it, your mind is clearly not on food" He put down his bow and hung it on to the side of his breaches. "Let me guess. You are thinking of an Elf maiden with eyes like stars, and hair like silk. Yes, yes, I have heard it before Aragorn." Aragorn ignored Legolas and continued to dream.
"You are clearly not here. You are in Rivendell. Touching her soft face and smelling her sweet scent." Legolas, mockingly sighed and took and in a deep smell. He instantly started chocking. This brought Aragorn back to earth.
"Your burning the food!" Legolas ran to the pot and lifted it off of the stove; the heat no challenge for him. Aragorn mealy stood there and watched, a look of guilt on his face.
"Oh wonderful, just wonderful. We haven't had burnt slop in such a long time."
Aragorn walked closer to his friend. "You know I think I am a bad influence on you. You were never so sarcastic before befriending a man." Legolas scowled at Aragorn, more worried about wherever or not he could salvage the meal. Aragorn sat back down and sighed aloud. "I am sorry mellon nin. I guess I was thinking about Arwen again. I cant help it Legolas. I love her!"
Legolas felt like crying from pure frustration. It seemed they had been over this so many times before, he was starting to think that there were three of them in this mess. "Then why do you not go back? Tell her how you feel, tell her you wish to marry her."
Aragorn laughed in hopelessness. "Marry her! I walked away and have not been back in near on thirty years. You cant just walk up to a woman and say "Hey remember me? I told you I loved you then left without telling you. Will you marry me?" It just doesn't work like that im afraid."
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"We have walked day and night now for nine days." Aragorn, who's breathing was a little heavy, eyed the Elf with a jealous favour. Legolas, who could walk twice that without sleep, smiled down at the man who had flung himself on to the floor for added effect. "Oh Aragorn, never have I known a man to be such a drama Queen!"
Aragorn scowled at the Elf, proud of his remark. "I am in no mood for play" Aragorn stood and walked slowly in front of Legolas. In a low voice he muttered under his breath, "Pointy eared bow twanger!" Legolas's pointy ears were very keen, and could not help but smile as his friend continued to scowl and stomp.
Suddenly Legolas stopped still. His senses alert and ready. "If I am not mistaken, and I very rarely am, this is the land of Lothlorien. Home of the Lady Galadriel!"
As soon as the words were out, a host of fair Elves sprung upon them; bows in hand. "What business does a man and an Elf have in the home of the Lady?" An Elf, with hair and features very like Legolas, asked. "I am Legolas of the Mirkwood realm, a kin of yours from afar. This good man is Aragorn, son of Arathorn."
The Elf's eyes flew to Aragorn's face, who stood uncomfortably under the watchful gaze.
"I am Haldir. I believe the Lady grants you admittance."
Haldir walked off, followed by the two strangers.
Well? what did you think? Dont keep it to yourself, let me know! *Kisses and cuddles*
Okay so we all know the story of Robin Hood and Maid Marion, well it, along with the story of Aragorn and Arwen, just happens to be my favourite. I was five years old the first time I saw the Disney version and instantly knew that was the kind of man I wanted. Most little girls grow up dreaming of Prince Charming coming to save them, well I always thought he was a woss who sat on his throne all day playing with woman's shoes.
So I decided to put the two stories together and this is what I came up with.
The two greatest love stories ever told
Chapter 1
The greatest thing you will ever learn
Aragorn sat in the middle of Mirkwood forest, alone in his thoughts. His mind, it seemed, was a hundred miles away; one guess where.
Legolas watched his friend from the safety of a near by tree, he was desperately trying to hold on to his Elf composure and not walk up to the man and hit him. Legolas had met Aragorn nearly twenty years ago, and since the day of their first meeting all he had heard about was the Lady Arwen. Legolas had meet the beautiful Elf princess many a time, in their long lives. Legolas was the prince of Mirkwood, and their families had always been united in a common cause.
Aragorn's mind was still in Rivendell, along with his heart. It had been nearly thirty years since he took leave of his love and everyday seemed harder then the last. He had had to leave, she was of a lineage greater then his. She deserved more then a King in exile. He had done the right thing, he was sure of it; but then why did doing the right thing seem so wrong?
Aragorn first saw Legolas swing down to stand before him. "Legolas, what are you doi-" an Orc arrow narrowly missed his head, as his companion knocked him to the ground. In a flash as quick as lightning, Legolas retaliated. His trusty bow in his hand, he charged at the predators; Aragorn quick behind him, sword at the ready. One, two, three. The Orcs were no challenge for the unbeatable duo. Legolas, no man, Elf or Dwarf was a better archer. As for Aragorn, he used his sword as though his life depended on it; which quite often it did.
The Orcs laying slain around them, the breathless two took refuge in a near by tree. Legolas's usually immaculate temper was fraying. "Aragorn your head has been in the clouds now for far too long. If I had not have been there that arrow would have pierced your skull!"
"Oh Legolas, never have I known an Elf to be such a drama Queen! I live for that kind of action. That was just a bit of a lark that's all" Aragorn was smiling, grateful for a distraction, any distraction.
"Oh yes? Pretty hard to laugh with an arrow through your head!"
"You know for an Elf, you are extremely uptight!" One of Aragorn's favourite games was the one he liked to call 'See how far we can wind the Elf up before he snaps' if his face was anything to go by, it wouldn't take very long today.
Later that day, Aragorn and Legolas were making their way back to the house of Thranduil, when they were passed by a carriage. A carriage of pure gold, the poor horses could barely pull it. Legolas heard their neighs, meaning more to him then most. His face scowled at the sweat pouring from the beasts. "Who puts a creature through such torment in the land of the Elves?" He cried out to the owner of the golden carriage. Instantly it stopped, and the horses started breathing heavily. A tall, stout man walked out, followed quickly by a frail looking man with an ill favour.
It was the frail man that spoke, "I am Corneal, Duke of Lebennin" Aragorn's eyes shot up at hearing of a place in his own land of Gondor. "Who dares shout after me?" the man eyed Aragorn and Legolas, wearily.
"It was I, Legolas, son of Thranduil. Prince of Mirkwood" He sounded proud of his heritage, Aragorn thought, for the first time since they had met.
"Ahh, it is with your father I have come to speak." His gleam was threatening, but for some reason permanently fixed on Aragorn.
"My father? What of?" Legolas had not been informed that they were to expect mortal visitors.
"That is between he and I!" He once more scowled at Aragorn, noting how like his father, Arathon, he was. So this must be the heir to Gondor's throne. We shall see about that!
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Time passed, and together the man and the Elf fought side by side. They had returned from the perils on the dark confines of Mordor, where Sauron now once again dwelt. The two were weary and longed for the safe haven of Legolas's home. A place they both felt comfortable.
Aragorn had decided to journey back to Mirkwood, and remain Legolas's companion a while longer. The alternative was Rivendell, the place where love dwelt. He could not face her and be sure he would again be able to do the right thing again. He knew that one more look upon her face would make him a weak man.
They had stopped for the night and Aragorn was busy cooking dinner. Stew, again; they seemed to be living off the stuff, but neither cared, so long as it did its job.
Legolas was tightening his bow, it had been weakened by all the use it had been put to.
"Aragorn how is the food coming?" When he received no answer he turned to eye his friend. Aragorn sat stirring the stew, his chin rested on his hand, his eyes staring out in to space. Legolas groaned as he caught the love sick look on Aragorn's face. "Aragorn! ARAGORN!"
"What? Hmm, what did you say?"
"Oh forget it, your mind is clearly not on food" He put down his bow and hung it on to the side of his breaches. "Let me guess. You are thinking of an Elf maiden with eyes like stars, and hair like silk. Yes, yes, I have heard it before Aragorn." Aragorn ignored Legolas and continued to dream.
"You are clearly not here. You are in Rivendell. Touching her soft face and smelling her sweet scent." Legolas, mockingly sighed and took and in a deep smell. He instantly started chocking. This brought Aragorn back to earth.
"Your burning the food!" Legolas ran to the pot and lifted it off of the stove; the heat no challenge for him. Aragorn mealy stood there and watched, a look of guilt on his face.
"Oh wonderful, just wonderful. We haven't had burnt slop in such a long time."
Aragorn walked closer to his friend. "You know I think I am a bad influence on you. You were never so sarcastic before befriending a man." Legolas scowled at Aragorn, more worried about wherever or not he could salvage the meal. Aragorn sat back down and sighed aloud. "I am sorry mellon nin. I guess I was thinking about Arwen again. I cant help it Legolas. I love her!"
Legolas felt like crying from pure frustration. It seemed they had been over this so many times before, he was starting to think that there were three of them in this mess. "Then why do you not go back? Tell her how you feel, tell her you wish to marry her."
Aragorn laughed in hopelessness. "Marry her! I walked away and have not been back in near on thirty years. You cant just walk up to a woman and say "Hey remember me? I told you I loved you then left without telling you. Will you marry me?" It just doesn't work like that im afraid."
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"We have walked day and night now for nine days." Aragorn, who's breathing was a little heavy, eyed the Elf with a jealous favour. Legolas, who could walk twice that without sleep, smiled down at the man who had flung himself on to the floor for added effect. "Oh Aragorn, never have I known a man to be such a drama Queen!"
Aragorn scowled at the Elf, proud of his remark. "I am in no mood for play" Aragorn stood and walked slowly in front of Legolas. In a low voice he muttered under his breath, "Pointy eared bow twanger!" Legolas's pointy ears were very keen, and could not help but smile as his friend continued to scowl and stomp.
Suddenly Legolas stopped still. His senses alert and ready. "If I am not mistaken, and I very rarely am, this is the land of Lothlorien. Home of the Lady Galadriel!"
As soon as the words were out, a host of fair Elves sprung upon them; bows in hand. "What business does a man and an Elf have in the home of the Lady?" An Elf, with hair and features very like Legolas, asked. "I am Legolas of the Mirkwood realm, a kin of yours from afar. This good man is Aragorn, son of Arathorn."
The Elf's eyes flew to Aragorn's face, who stood uncomfortably under the watchful gaze.
"I am Haldir. I believe the Lady grants you admittance."
Haldir walked off, followed by the two strangers.
Well? what did you think? Dont keep it to yourself, let me know! *Kisses and cuddles*
