Disclaimer: I don't own Lord of the Rings though Legolas is currently tied
up in my closet. Yes, I'm yet another one of those hopeless females who
have fallen for those simply adorable ears and his archery skills isn't
that bad either.
A/N: Hello. This is my first LOTR fan fiction so its only appropriate that its Legolas/OC even though it is really cliché and over done. Hopefully I'll be able to throw in a few new twists. My other fics are HP so if you like them go over and check them out!
Title: Gift of Eternity
Author: Under the Moon's Influence or my Elfish name Brillómwen
Summary: A young thief woman is caught red-handed stealing from a band of Elves in Mirkwood. She is taken to stand in front of the Royal Family and is sentenced to go on a quest with the prince of Mirkwood to retrieve and ancient bow from an island way out to sea near the Undying lands. On the way, she is thrown into a greater and more dangerous quest where she must trust the Elf prince who accompanies her and he must trust her. This is their voyage and their quest. can it be done?
Rating: PG: 13 ½ cause Rory (full name is Roralenda) has a bad habit of swearing and talking about very gross things and there is fighting and maybe a tinge.ok a lot of romance but I won't do any smutty stuff.
" " ~ Dialogue as usual ' ' ~ Rory's thoughts * * ~ Freaky unexplainable voices in the authors head.
Chapter Title: Black Willow
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~ Gray eyes flash through the forest mist watching the green clad elves silently. Unaware of the small human female that squatted only feet away they unhooked their belts and laid down their bows. Ahh, their bows, so strong and sturdy yet delicate and easy for a skilled archer to handle, indeed she was going to get one tonight when the little fairy boys fell asleep and dreamt of the undying lands or what ever that place was where they had came from thousands of years ago, she had heard the story when she was younger. Curse that Orc that crushed her father's bow in ambush a week ago. And a hood cloke was on her list. She knew that Elf clokes could hide the bearer from many dangers and were warm and her fingers itched as the blonde elf removed his and threw it aside landing inches from the thicket of bushes she was hiding in. Not now though Rory, she thought. She could not mess this one up and these where no common travelers these were elves, tall, strong and keen of senses. It amazed her actually that they had not sensed her already but they were tired and not expecting a thief in this part of the forest. Go to sleep dear elves. I will not hurt you. I only need a few things and I will be on my way. go to sleep beautiful fairies. Rory will protect you. The mist swirled into the clearing as she slipped away for a time. ~
"I command you young one give us a name!" a tall elf with fair hair and strong face peered down at Rory with piercing eyes.
"And what will you do with it Thranduil King of Wood elves? Spell it out in blocks for the young elves? You have no need for my name. No, you only want it to establish power and I will not grace your pointy ears with it." Her black hair was damp and hung about her dirty face, she looked worn but her gray eyes flashed with fury and life that burnt fiercely.
" You have a choice young human. You either give a name and the reason you were in the forest of Mirkwood or you shall be subjectated to pain and punishment and after that you shall give us your name." Thranduil raised himself to his full and impressive height and stepped down off his platform. He beckoned two strong looking elves that held ropes and swords and other terrible things towards her. She wasn't stupid enough to take on two elves such as these with only her little knife that still to her relief hid under her sleeve.
"Well since you've given me such a choice King Elf, I will give you the name Trilla. Not that it's my true name but it is one that use. Now will you let me on my way? I will not trespass your forest again. I can assure you I had no fun or profit with the folk here." She retained her sharp tongue and fiery gray eyes but she wanted out of this place.
"What was your business here human?" his queen spoke from the platform. She was beautiful and fair. Rory for a moment was awe struck by her musical voice. She had never seen a more beautiful woman except her mother. Her words were soft and kind, Rory for the first time and many years felt safe with that voice.
"I'm a thief Queen Elf. I was merely cutting through the forest to avoid a small band of Orcs. They have been following me for some days now and I have always had a natural talent to move as quick and quiet as the shadows in the familiar surroundings of a forest even if they are not my own. Being that I was detoured I ran into some problems because the Orcs when we first had met, crushed my fathers bow that I carried with me for many ahh run-in's with Orcs and those who do not consider me friend." Rory's voice was quick as if she didn't want to speak but the ladies voice made her. It was laced with magic. She realized that too late but what could she do? She was not versed in the ways of magic much less Elf magic.
"Where were you going young Human?" it was the Elf who had caught her the night before. He seemed to be a prince or some type of royalty. (A/N This is not Legolas) His long blonde hair hung down his back and on his brow was a crown of gold and many jewels. This particular Elf's name was Brillôas and in Rory's opinion not fit for the crown he wore. If he was to rule the elves in years to come she prayed to her ancestors that she'd be long dead before that happened.
"It concerns you not Princely Elf Brillôas. It is, as my name, nothing of which will help you." Acid spiked the words as she spit them at the elf.
"You almost killed me women! I command you tell me what your business is. I believe I am only being fair. And if you do not tell me I'll. I'll do something horrible and bad.." He ran out of words and quieted.
"Horrible and bad? For lack of a better word, I take it. I have receive many death threats in my short day but none quite so pathetic as that!" Rory chortled. " You are ancient compared to me, my Princely Elf and yet you stomp around now as Prince Brat who has just been denied his new sword or toy. Do me a favor and shut your mouth. I believe your parents can handle me and there is no need for one such as you here to sting ours ears with your whining. Moreover, almost kill you? I should have but you blood was not my quarry it was only the bow and the cloak."
"Yes, Brillôas, you can go now and inform Legolas of the Ritual Dinner tonight. Tell him to wear his best silk and his crown for once in his life. And dear also notify your younger brother that he is to leave his bow and arrow in his room." The Elf Queen spoke again softly smiling at her son. ' Momma's boy if I ever saw one and damn there another Prince? Mirkwood brats with bows and arrows blackening the sport of archery.'
" And for you Trilla, I bid that you can stay here the night and rest since Brillôas dragged you through forest, gale and river last night but I must ask you not to steal again from the Elves in Mirkwood or I have no other choice but to punish you." The mighty King Elf stepped down to her level on the floor but still towered over her. He looked stern but kind all the same.
"Yes King Elf. I thank you for understanding and I beg you, forgive me for my mordant words." She might as well suck up all the way, if she was going to stay the night here a free human. Maybe if she was good they might give her a cloak and a bow.
"Rallop, take Trilla to a room by the north garden. I believe she might enjoy some of the more fragrant flowers, show her the baths, and give her a new set of cloths." The queen spoke this time motioning a young elf, merely a child in Rory's eyes forward.
"Thank you Queen Elf, you are most kind." Rory nodded her head and followed the young elf.
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Rory sat in the window of the small but beautiful room that was given to her for the night. Exotic vines of western dwarf cherries hung about the window, there spicy scent filled her senses but she knew that if was only the mask of death. If eaten an unspeakable and painful death would come quickly. Once she had been alone in the room, she had filled a small bag three quarters full of the berries for arrow poisoning.
The bath had been lavish and the soap the richest she had ever used. The tub was at least 4 feet deep in the center and set into the floor. In the ring shaped tub, Rory felt cleaner then she every had, almost as soft as an angel she thought as she leaned her head on the window frame. Her hand clutched a pendant that hung around her neck, the other hung loosely to her side. 'This night may be the only chance I have to steal a bow and run. They have not given me one as I had hoped and I have no need to stay here any longer. Pleasant as the elves might be I do not belong here and I must go. What is that in the large room on the other side of the garden? Elves of course but hundreds of them? They all wear white tunics or gowns and ahhh now there singing. beautiful music. I grow tired and weary suddenly. Maybe an hour or two of sleep. I have had a long few days." and with that Rory fell asleep with the sounds of elf singing penetrating every fiber of her body.
While she slept late into the night, an elf spotted her in her window sound asleep. As he watched her his eyes filled with a strange gentleness when he spotted the quiver that sat in her lap. He wished he could be shooting now instead of taking part in this wretched dinner for his father. The Dinner of Fecundity in common tongue or in his terms a dinner for he and his brother to find a pretty elf lady and produce his own little elves in years to come. He couldn't give up his free spirited life yet. He had too many things yet he wanted to do and he couldn't run off with a wife and children. He glanced back up at the sleeping figure in the window. He felt that adventures awaited her when she would leave Mrikwood but he did not know how or why he knew this. He whispered a prayer to the Lady of the Stars and touched a clenched fist to his heart, dropped it and turned back to the ceremonial dinner.
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A/N: Is that alright for a beginning. No this is not a Love/hate story. this is more of a love/ really bad things happen so they're separated or torn apart story . Next chapter Rory meets Legolas and she sets off back to her mission but runs into trouble again with the elves and is this time punished.. Stay tuned and review! Mmm Kay?
A/N: Hello. This is my first LOTR fan fiction so its only appropriate that its Legolas/OC even though it is really cliché and over done. Hopefully I'll be able to throw in a few new twists. My other fics are HP so if you like them go over and check them out!
Title: Gift of Eternity
Author: Under the Moon's Influence or my Elfish name Brillómwen
Summary: A young thief woman is caught red-handed stealing from a band of Elves in Mirkwood. She is taken to stand in front of the Royal Family and is sentenced to go on a quest with the prince of Mirkwood to retrieve and ancient bow from an island way out to sea near the Undying lands. On the way, she is thrown into a greater and more dangerous quest where she must trust the Elf prince who accompanies her and he must trust her. This is their voyage and their quest. can it be done?
Rating: PG: 13 ½ cause Rory (full name is Roralenda) has a bad habit of swearing and talking about very gross things and there is fighting and maybe a tinge.ok a lot of romance but I won't do any smutty stuff.
" " ~ Dialogue as usual ' ' ~ Rory's thoughts * * ~ Freaky unexplainable voices in the authors head.
Chapter Title: Black Willow
~*~*~*~*~*~*~**~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~**~**~*~~*~*~*~*~*~**~*~**~
~ Gray eyes flash through the forest mist watching the green clad elves silently. Unaware of the small human female that squatted only feet away they unhooked their belts and laid down their bows. Ahh, their bows, so strong and sturdy yet delicate and easy for a skilled archer to handle, indeed she was going to get one tonight when the little fairy boys fell asleep and dreamt of the undying lands or what ever that place was where they had came from thousands of years ago, she had heard the story when she was younger. Curse that Orc that crushed her father's bow in ambush a week ago. And a hood cloke was on her list. She knew that Elf clokes could hide the bearer from many dangers and were warm and her fingers itched as the blonde elf removed his and threw it aside landing inches from the thicket of bushes she was hiding in. Not now though Rory, she thought. She could not mess this one up and these where no common travelers these were elves, tall, strong and keen of senses. It amazed her actually that they had not sensed her already but they were tired and not expecting a thief in this part of the forest. Go to sleep dear elves. I will not hurt you. I only need a few things and I will be on my way. go to sleep beautiful fairies. Rory will protect you. The mist swirled into the clearing as she slipped away for a time. ~
"I command you young one give us a name!" a tall elf with fair hair and strong face peered down at Rory with piercing eyes.
"And what will you do with it Thranduil King of Wood elves? Spell it out in blocks for the young elves? You have no need for my name. No, you only want it to establish power and I will not grace your pointy ears with it." Her black hair was damp and hung about her dirty face, she looked worn but her gray eyes flashed with fury and life that burnt fiercely.
" You have a choice young human. You either give a name and the reason you were in the forest of Mirkwood or you shall be subjectated to pain and punishment and after that you shall give us your name." Thranduil raised himself to his full and impressive height and stepped down off his platform. He beckoned two strong looking elves that held ropes and swords and other terrible things towards her. She wasn't stupid enough to take on two elves such as these with only her little knife that still to her relief hid under her sleeve.
"Well since you've given me such a choice King Elf, I will give you the name Trilla. Not that it's my true name but it is one that use. Now will you let me on my way? I will not trespass your forest again. I can assure you I had no fun or profit with the folk here." She retained her sharp tongue and fiery gray eyes but she wanted out of this place.
"What was your business here human?" his queen spoke from the platform. She was beautiful and fair. Rory for a moment was awe struck by her musical voice. She had never seen a more beautiful woman except her mother. Her words were soft and kind, Rory for the first time and many years felt safe with that voice.
"I'm a thief Queen Elf. I was merely cutting through the forest to avoid a small band of Orcs. They have been following me for some days now and I have always had a natural talent to move as quick and quiet as the shadows in the familiar surroundings of a forest even if they are not my own. Being that I was detoured I ran into some problems because the Orcs when we first had met, crushed my fathers bow that I carried with me for many ahh run-in's with Orcs and those who do not consider me friend." Rory's voice was quick as if she didn't want to speak but the ladies voice made her. It was laced with magic. She realized that too late but what could she do? She was not versed in the ways of magic much less Elf magic.
"Where were you going young Human?" it was the Elf who had caught her the night before. He seemed to be a prince or some type of royalty. (A/N This is not Legolas) His long blonde hair hung down his back and on his brow was a crown of gold and many jewels. This particular Elf's name was Brillôas and in Rory's opinion not fit for the crown he wore. If he was to rule the elves in years to come she prayed to her ancestors that she'd be long dead before that happened.
"It concerns you not Princely Elf Brillôas. It is, as my name, nothing of which will help you." Acid spiked the words as she spit them at the elf.
"You almost killed me women! I command you tell me what your business is. I believe I am only being fair. And if you do not tell me I'll. I'll do something horrible and bad.." He ran out of words and quieted.
"Horrible and bad? For lack of a better word, I take it. I have receive many death threats in my short day but none quite so pathetic as that!" Rory chortled. " You are ancient compared to me, my Princely Elf and yet you stomp around now as Prince Brat who has just been denied his new sword or toy. Do me a favor and shut your mouth. I believe your parents can handle me and there is no need for one such as you here to sting ours ears with your whining. Moreover, almost kill you? I should have but you blood was not my quarry it was only the bow and the cloak."
"Yes, Brillôas, you can go now and inform Legolas of the Ritual Dinner tonight. Tell him to wear his best silk and his crown for once in his life. And dear also notify your younger brother that he is to leave his bow and arrow in his room." The Elf Queen spoke again softly smiling at her son. ' Momma's boy if I ever saw one and damn there another Prince? Mirkwood brats with bows and arrows blackening the sport of archery.'
" And for you Trilla, I bid that you can stay here the night and rest since Brillôas dragged you through forest, gale and river last night but I must ask you not to steal again from the Elves in Mirkwood or I have no other choice but to punish you." The mighty King Elf stepped down to her level on the floor but still towered over her. He looked stern but kind all the same.
"Yes King Elf. I thank you for understanding and I beg you, forgive me for my mordant words." She might as well suck up all the way, if she was going to stay the night here a free human. Maybe if she was good they might give her a cloak and a bow.
"Rallop, take Trilla to a room by the north garden. I believe she might enjoy some of the more fragrant flowers, show her the baths, and give her a new set of cloths." The queen spoke this time motioning a young elf, merely a child in Rory's eyes forward.
"Thank you Queen Elf, you are most kind." Rory nodded her head and followed the young elf.
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Rory sat in the window of the small but beautiful room that was given to her for the night. Exotic vines of western dwarf cherries hung about the window, there spicy scent filled her senses but she knew that if was only the mask of death. If eaten an unspeakable and painful death would come quickly. Once she had been alone in the room, she had filled a small bag three quarters full of the berries for arrow poisoning.
The bath had been lavish and the soap the richest she had ever used. The tub was at least 4 feet deep in the center and set into the floor. In the ring shaped tub, Rory felt cleaner then she every had, almost as soft as an angel she thought as she leaned her head on the window frame. Her hand clutched a pendant that hung around her neck, the other hung loosely to her side. 'This night may be the only chance I have to steal a bow and run. They have not given me one as I had hoped and I have no need to stay here any longer. Pleasant as the elves might be I do not belong here and I must go. What is that in the large room on the other side of the garden? Elves of course but hundreds of them? They all wear white tunics or gowns and ahhh now there singing. beautiful music. I grow tired and weary suddenly. Maybe an hour or two of sleep. I have had a long few days." and with that Rory fell asleep with the sounds of elf singing penetrating every fiber of her body.
While she slept late into the night, an elf spotted her in her window sound asleep. As he watched her his eyes filled with a strange gentleness when he spotted the quiver that sat in her lap. He wished he could be shooting now instead of taking part in this wretched dinner for his father. The Dinner of Fecundity in common tongue or in his terms a dinner for he and his brother to find a pretty elf lady and produce his own little elves in years to come. He couldn't give up his free spirited life yet. He had too many things yet he wanted to do and he couldn't run off with a wife and children. He glanced back up at the sleeping figure in the window. He felt that adventures awaited her when she would leave Mrikwood but he did not know how or why he knew this. He whispered a prayer to the Lady of the Stars and touched a clenched fist to his heart, dropped it and turned back to the ceremonial dinner.
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A/N: Is that alright for a beginning. No this is not a Love/hate story. this is more of a love/ really bad things happen so they're separated or torn apart story . Next chapter Rory meets Legolas and she sets off back to her mission but runs into trouble again with the elves and is this time punished.. Stay tuned and review! Mmm Kay?