A/N: This is an AU type fic, be warned. Eonen is my own creation, as will
be Valoryn, and Ria, but the rest of the characters belong to Tolkien.
Needless to say, if you want this for something, email me, and you can have
it. R/R at the end, please.
Legolas strode into the room, impatient to get back to his lesson. He was a young Elf, resembling a human of 16 years, but as an Elf, he could be nigh on a thousand.
He was learning the Ranger's ways, and his father's imperious summons had annoyed him. However, rigid training over many years had instilled in him a conduct that was impeccable, in the King's eyes.
"Mae govannen, father," Legolas greeted Thranduiel. Thranduiel turned from a stranger who was standing behind him, and smiled at his son. Legolas tried to return it.
"Mae Govannen indeed, my son. " He stepped aside, and revealed the visitor. The Elf looked about Legolas's age, and had the same pale blond hair, braided for tidiness. Legolas stared at the Elf, then his father.
The stranger bowed to him with insolent grace.
"Mae govannen, Legolas," he said, with a glint in his eye.
"Who are you to address me?" Legolas demanded. The stranger's eyes glinted gold in the depths of the moss green colour, and flicked to where Thranduiel stood, hesitantly waiting.
"well, father?" Legolas asked.
"This is Eonen, your.. half brother." Dumbfounded, the Prince of Mirkwood stared at the stranger Eonen, noting the resemblance to himself dazedly.
:Flashback:
"Father, why do I have no siblings, like the others?" Legolas asked innocently. Silvya had been speaking to him of her sisters, and he wished for one.
"You are our son and heir, that is enough," his father replied, patting him on the head.
:End flashback:
Eonen looked apraisingly at his brother. A pampered childhood, and the gift of his birth had led to the confident Elf before him. He had not been banished with his mother to the outskirts of Mirkwood, and been brought up a peredihil. He had not suffered among children where he was believed to be human, and was teased for the physical evidence he was Elfin by birth.
Sure enough, the tall figure was built up with muscle, and the hair gleamed with health, and the eyes, dark, and foreboding spake of power.
"Suilad, brother," he said mockingly, and kissed his hand. Legolas seemed not to register, and walked away.
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The maiden who had shown him in showed him to a chamber. Eonen flung himself onto the bed, and then noticed a shelf of thick books in the corner. Gettting up, he opened one, and found it full of a language he did not understand. It looked like a form of Elvish, but more complicated.
He flipped to the title page. 'A study of the Rites of Ceremony in Eldamar'. Yeah, *that* was the reason he couldn't read it! Could his brother, though? Eonen took the book over to his bed, and began trying to translate in earnest. He might be the bastard son of the King, but he was going to be better in every way than the real heir of Mirkwood.
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What do you guys think as an opening? If it stinks, tell me, but this is an AU type fic, FOTR is in the future, and basis of friendships for everyone! Lol! I'm writing this too late at night.
BTW, I have no idea about some of this stuff, so I made it up! If I got something vital wrong, I apologise!
Legolas strode into the room, impatient to get back to his lesson. He was a young Elf, resembling a human of 16 years, but as an Elf, he could be nigh on a thousand.
He was learning the Ranger's ways, and his father's imperious summons had annoyed him. However, rigid training over many years had instilled in him a conduct that was impeccable, in the King's eyes.
"Mae govannen, father," Legolas greeted Thranduiel. Thranduiel turned from a stranger who was standing behind him, and smiled at his son. Legolas tried to return it.
"Mae Govannen indeed, my son. " He stepped aside, and revealed the visitor. The Elf looked about Legolas's age, and had the same pale blond hair, braided for tidiness. Legolas stared at the Elf, then his father.
The stranger bowed to him with insolent grace.
"Mae govannen, Legolas," he said, with a glint in his eye.
"Who are you to address me?" Legolas demanded. The stranger's eyes glinted gold in the depths of the moss green colour, and flicked to where Thranduiel stood, hesitantly waiting.
"well, father?" Legolas asked.
"This is Eonen, your.. half brother." Dumbfounded, the Prince of Mirkwood stared at the stranger Eonen, noting the resemblance to himself dazedly.
:Flashback:
"Father, why do I have no siblings, like the others?" Legolas asked innocently. Silvya had been speaking to him of her sisters, and he wished for one.
"You are our son and heir, that is enough," his father replied, patting him on the head.
:End flashback:
Eonen looked apraisingly at his brother. A pampered childhood, and the gift of his birth had led to the confident Elf before him. He had not been banished with his mother to the outskirts of Mirkwood, and been brought up a peredihil. He had not suffered among children where he was believed to be human, and was teased for the physical evidence he was Elfin by birth.
Sure enough, the tall figure was built up with muscle, and the hair gleamed with health, and the eyes, dark, and foreboding spake of power.
"Suilad, brother," he said mockingly, and kissed his hand. Legolas seemed not to register, and walked away.
&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&
The maiden who had shown him in showed him to a chamber. Eonen flung himself onto the bed, and then noticed a shelf of thick books in the corner. Gettting up, he opened one, and found it full of a language he did not understand. It looked like a form of Elvish, but more complicated.
He flipped to the title page. 'A study of the Rites of Ceremony in Eldamar'. Yeah, *that* was the reason he couldn't read it! Could his brother, though? Eonen took the book over to his bed, and began trying to translate in earnest. He might be the bastard son of the King, but he was going to be better in every way than the real heir of Mirkwood.
*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*
What do you guys think as an opening? If it stinks, tell me, but this is an AU type fic, FOTR is in the future, and basis of friendships for everyone! Lol! I'm writing this too late at night.
BTW, I have no idea about some of this stuff, so I made it up! If I got something vital wrong, I apologise!