Disclaimer: I don't own Legolas, Thranduil, Elrond, Mirkwood or Rivendell.
I own Rhyline, Jocasta, Gilreon and Anaron. I wanna own Legolas though. Do
you think Tolkien would let me?
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Legolas had one last good-bye to say before he left Mirkwood. He stopped at the door and knocked loudly. He could hear loud noises through the door, and a couple things being knocked over. The door quickly opened, and a beautiful Elven woman appeared in the doorway.
"Hello, Legolas. Come in.", she said coolly.
"Thank you, Jocasta.", and he stepped inside. "Where is she?"
"In her room", Jocasta gestured in the direction.
Legolas thought back. 15 years ago, Jocasta would have been in his arms. They had thought they loved each other a lot. It had turned out just to be an illusion. They had really loved the sneaking around they had to do, for Jocasta was engaged to be married at the time.
He walked to the small room in the back of the house and knocked.
"Yes?", a muffled voice responded.
"Can I come in, Ryline?"
He heard a force slam against the door, and just as quickly it opened.
"Father!", the teenaged girl shouted, and she jumped into his arms.
Legolas laughed at his daughter. "You're really getting to big to do that."
Ryline pulled back and crossed her arms. "Or maybe you're just getting too old."
That remark caused Legolas to laugh again. His daughter had a sense of humor that wasn't with most Elves, especially ones of the court. King Thranduil would like her too, if she was given a chance. But being that she was an illegitimate child, she was not allowed within the palace walls. Legolas had to come out to see her, which he did at least every week.
Since she was a small child, Legolas had taught her archery. Now, 12 years later, she could rival even the finest Elven archers. Legolas held her out to look at her, for he would not be seeing her for a long time. He was being sent to Rivendell, to speak with Lord Elrond Half-Elven.
She was tall for her age, and it seemed to him that she would still grow some. Ryline looked a lot like her father, with the blond hair and most of his features. The one thing that wasn't anything like her father was her startling green eyes- a rarity among the Mirkwood elves.
He was brought back from his thoughts by her voice. "What are you doing here? You came only two days ago."
Legolas feigned innocence. "What? I can't come to visit my daughter whenever I want?"
Ryline crossed her arms again. Her father was not being open with her, she could tell. "You know Mother and Anaron don't like you to be over here too much."
Legolas looked her in the eyes. "Is that supposed to stop me?"
Now Ryline had lost all her patience. "Cut to the chase. Now."
Her father sighed. That child could be so stubborn. But he had known when her started that he could not fool her. "I'm going to Rivendell today. Gollum has escaped, so I'm bringing news to Lord Elrond. Also, I have a feeling that something's going on, and I might be there for a while.", he shrugged his shoulders. "That's it."
Legolas could tell that she still wasn't completely convinced, but he wasn't sure what he was going to do. He hugged her, and kissed her forehead. "I love you."
" "Love you too." Legolas left, and Ryline returned to her room.
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About an hour or two later, there was another knock on her door, but this time the person let himself right in.
"I didn't invite you in.", she remarked without looking up.
"Too bad. Mother and Father want you to come out and eat.", shot back her younger half-brother, Gilreon.
"You can get out of my room and tell me that."
"No, I'll stay right here till you come out."
"You're not allowed in my room!", she yelled at Gilreon.
"Too bad!", he yelled back.
Rhyline leapt from her bed and charged at the 12 year-old boy. He raced out before she got to him, and she chased him all the way to the kitchen.
"What's going on?", thundered an Elvish voice.(A/N: Well, as much as an Elvish voice can thunder).
Rhyline felt her arm get grabbed by a man's strong hand as she was chasing her brother around the table. She turned and saw that the hand belonged to her stepfather, Anaron.
"He was in my room!", yelled Rhyline, shooting a glare at the younger boy.
"Mother told me to go get her.", Gilreon protested.
"Both of you, sit down at the table. Now.", ordered Anaron.
Gilreon plopped down at his seat. Rhyline pulled her arm away and glared at Anaron before she sat down. Her mother quickly served the dinner, and it was quiet for a while.
It was Anaron who interrupted the silence. "So, you mother tells me that Legolas was here today."
"Yes. What does that have to do with anything", she retorted, not looking at him. Her arm still hurt from his harsh grip.
"He was here two days ago. Why was he here again?"
"He was going to Rivendell, alright? He just wanted to say good- bye!", she said, a little louder than she meant to. But it was too late for that. Jocasta and Anaron's eyes had already flashed in anger. Once again, she hadn't kept her mouth in check. That had been happening a lot lately.
"Rhyline. Apologize to your father now.", her mother said.
"He's NOT my father.", she tried to look angry as she gave herself a mental slap. She had done it again. Maybe if she was lucky she'd just be sent to her room, instead of all hell breaking loose. Anaron's anger could rival the Dark Lord's. Luckily, she was just sent to her room. Again. The third time that day.
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Rhyline was lying down on her bed when she heard the yelling voices. With Elves' hearing, it was probable that all the neighbors heard as well.
"That girl's got to learn to control her temper!", Anaron shouted.
"She's only 15! What do you expect from her, Anaron?", Jocasta yelled back.
Great. They were fighting about her. Again. As time went on, these kinds of fights got more frequent. Now every night they were yelling about her. They never yelled about Gilreon, and he wasn't perfect either. It was always her. Anaron didn't try to hide the fact that he despised Legolas, and didn't care for his daughter much either. Even to him, she was just second-rate. He always loved Gilreon, and taught him well. The only one to teach her was her father, and Anaron only allowed him to visit about once a week. He was still angry about Legolas's affair with his fiancé.
The shouts quickly grew louder, and Rhyline covered her sensitive Elven ears. She wished she were out in the wilderness with her father. She bolted up. That was it! She'd go follow her father. He should have been about halfway to Rivendell by now, and by the time she'd reach it, he wouldn't be able to send her home. At least, not for a while. She bolted out of her bed and put on traveling clothes. She grabbed her bow and scythe, and clipped her knife to her belt and put on the light Elven shoes. Then she climbed out the window and made a dangerous mistake. She was prepared for the danger of Mirkwood in the day, but was not prepared for the evil of the night.
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Okay. That wasn't bad. The idea popped into my head- like so many before- and wouldn't get out, so I had to write it. Turned out better than i thought it would. Please review and tell me what you think. Oh, and it's pronounced Rye-lyne.
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Legolas had one last good-bye to say before he left Mirkwood. He stopped at the door and knocked loudly. He could hear loud noises through the door, and a couple things being knocked over. The door quickly opened, and a beautiful Elven woman appeared in the doorway.
"Hello, Legolas. Come in.", she said coolly.
"Thank you, Jocasta.", and he stepped inside. "Where is she?"
"In her room", Jocasta gestured in the direction.
Legolas thought back. 15 years ago, Jocasta would have been in his arms. They had thought they loved each other a lot. It had turned out just to be an illusion. They had really loved the sneaking around they had to do, for Jocasta was engaged to be married at the time.
He walked to the small room in the back of the house and knocked.
"Yes?", a muffled voice responded.
"Can I come in, Ryline?"
He heard a force slam against the door, and just as quickly it opened.
"Father!", the teenaged girl shouted, and she jumped into his arms.
Legolas laughed at his daughter. "You're really getting to big to do that."
Ryline pulled back and crossed her arms. "Or maybe you're just getting too old."
That remark caused Legolas to laugh again. His daughter had a sense of humor that wasn't with most Elves, especially ones of the court. King Thranduil would like her too, if she was given a chance. But being that she was an illegitimate child, she was not allowed within the palace walls. Legolas had to come out to see her, which he did at least every week.
Since she was a small child, Legolas had taught her archery. Now, 12 years later, she could rival even the finest Elven archers. Legolas held her out to look at her, for he would not be seeing her for a long time. He was being sent to Rivendell, to speak with Lord Elrond Half-Elven.
She was tall for her age, and it seemed to him that she would still grow some. Ryline looked a lot like her father, with the blond hair and most of his features. The one thing that wasn't anything like her father was her startling green eyes- a rarity among the Mirkwood elves.
He was brought back from his thoughts by her voice. "What are you doing here? You came only two days ago."
Legolas feigned innocence. "What? I can't come to visit my daughter whenever I want?"
Ryline crossed her arms again. Her father was not being open with her, she could tell. "You know Mother and Anaron don't like you to be over here too much."
Legolas looked her in the eyes. "Is that supposed to stop me?"
Now Ryline had lost all her patience. "Cut to the chase. Now."
Her father sighed. That child could be so stubborn. But he had known when her started that he could not fool her. "I'm going to Rivendell today. Gollum has escaped, so I'm bringing news to Lord Elrond. Also, I have a feeling that something's going on, and I might be there for a while.", he shrugged his shoulders. "That's it."
Legolas could tell that she still wasn't completely convinced, but he wasn't sure what he was going to do. He hugged her, and kissed her forehead. "I love you."
" "Love you too." Legolas left, and Ryline returned to her room.
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About an hour or two later, there was another knock on her door, but this time the person let himself right in.
"I didn't invite you in.", she remarked without looking up.
"Too bad. Mother and Father want you to come out and eat.", shot back her younger half-brother, Gilreon.
"You can get out of my room and tell me that."
"No, I'll stay right here till you come out."
"You're not allowed in my room!", she yelled at Gilreon.
"Too bad!", he yelled back.
Rhyline leapt from her bed and charged at the 12 year-old boy. He raced out before she got to him, and she chased him all the way to the kitchen.
"What's going on?", thundered an Elvish voice.(A/N: Well, as much as an Elvish voice can thunder).
Rhyline felt her arm get grabbed by a man's strong hand as she was chasing her brother around the table. She turned and saw that the hand belonged to her stepfather, Anaron.
"He was in my room!", yelled Rhyline, shooting a glare at the younger boy.
"Mother told me to go get her.", Gilreon protested.
"Both of you, sit down at the table. Now.", ordered Anaron.
Gilreon plopped down at his seat. Rhyline pulled her arm away and glared at Anaron before she sat down. Her mother quickly served the dinner, and it was quiet for a while.
It was Anaron who interrupted the silence. "So, you mother tells me that Legolas was here today."
"Yes. What does that have to do with anything", she retorted, not looking at him. Her arm still hurt from his harsh grip.
"He was here two days ago. Why was he here again?"
"He was going to Rivendell, alright? He just wanted to say good- bye!", she said, a little louder than she meant to. But it was too late for that. Jocasta and Anaron's eyes had already flashed in anger. Once again, she hadn't kept her mouth in check. That had been happening a lot lately.
"Rhyline. Apologize to your father now.", her mother said.
"He's NOT my father.", she tried to look angry as she gave herself a mental slap. She had done it again. Maybe if she was lucky she'd just be sent to her room, instead of all hell breaking loose. Anaron's anger could rival the Dark Lord's. Luckily, she was just sent to her room. Again. The third time that day.
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Rhyline was lying down on her bed when she heard the yelling voices. With Elves' hearing, it was probable that all the neighbors heard as well.
"That girl's got to learn to control her temper!", Anaron shouted.
"She's only 15! What do you expect from her, Anaron?", Jocasta yelled back.
Great. They were fighting about her. Again. As time went on, these kinds of fights got more frequent. Now every night they were yelling about her. They never yelled about Gilreon, and he wasn't perfect either. It was always her. Anaron didn't try to hide the fact that he despised Legolas, and didn't care for his daughter much either. Even to him, she was just second-rate. He always loved Gilreon, and taught him well. The only one to teach her was her father, and Anaron only allowed him to visit about once a week. He was still angry about Legolas's affair with his fiancé.
The shouts quickly grew louder, and Rhyline covered her sensitive Elven ears. She wished she were out in the wilderness with her father. She bolted up. That was it! She'd go follow her father. He should have been about halfway to Rivendell by now, and by the time she'd reach it, he wouldn't be able to send her home. At least, not for a while. She bolted out of her bed and put on traveling clothes. She grabbed her bow and scythe, and clipped her knife to her belt and put on the light Elven shoes. Then she climbed out the window and made a dangerous mistake. She was prepared for the danger of Mirkwood in the day, but was not prepared for the evil of the night.
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Okay. That wasn't bad. The idea popped into my head- like so many before- and wouldn't get out, so I had to write it. Turned out better than i thought it would. Please review and tell me what you think. Oh, and it's pronounced Rye-lyne.