What Dreams May Come
Part One of Three
Disclaimers: Legolas is being borrowed from the great Tolkien, I promise to return him when the story is finished.
All other characters are mine. Some ideas are borrowed from a few favorite movies as well.
No monies are being made from this story, it is purely for fun and enjoyment.
Please leave a review after your viewing to share how you feel about this storyline.
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Sometimes, life shoves us in another direction so we appreciate better, our own back yard. This story is greatly inspired by: It's a wonderful Life, While you were sleeping, and of course, Lord of the Rings.
Chapter One
It was the turn of the nineteenth century when more people were leaving the British isles and heading for the Americas. Some went to make fortunes from the gold paved streets they had heard about, and others simply went to escape and start new lives away from old memories. He was sitting in what amounted to a bar, holding his head in his hands, ears ringing loudly from the virgin taste of the New World fire water. Legolas was wearing a skull cap as to not raise suspicion or chatter over his pointed ears. People anymore thought Elves were of fairy tales, and for some reason were fancied to be tiny like a leprechaun. During the middle ages, only the men of Gondor were as tall as Legolas since he was over six feet tall himself. But, over the decades, more humans had grown taller, and that actually help him blend in better. The bar keep was eyeing him and shaking his head.
"Won't you tell me about it, son?" said Thomas the bar keep.
Legolas looked up at the man still having one eye closed from the pounding headache. He was not accustomed to humans referring to himself as "son", after all, he was now over five thousand years old. The movement of the ship wasn't helping matters either, making his head and stomach swim in opposite directions, he was sure.
"I'm traveling to the wilds of the new world" he finally answered and belched a little.
"Yea, well I don't think you look happy about it, Sonny" Thomas mused.
"I've just never had this, what did you call it?" he lazily held up his glass.
Thomas smiled at the curious looking young man and patted his arm.
Thomas poured the man a cold glass of juice and handed it to him telling him to sip it slowly.
"I'm gonna make some coffee in a minute, do you think you will want some" Thomas smiled.
Legolas propped his head on his left hand while he sniffed the cold drink offered to him and snorted a little in surprise of the potency of the smell. Still, the freshness of the smell was wonderful to him but he did not recognize it. The taste danced on his tongue and tickled as it slid thickly down his throat. It would be the first time for him to drink the juices of the new world. He did not know it was orange juice, but it was about to become his favorite of all.
The bar keep was forcing him to think about the sadness in his life. It had been centuries since the passing of the last of his friends from middle earth. He grew weary of it all without them, deciding to take the voyage to new places, to lose himself in.
"I'll stick with this orange drink" he answered in a half smile.
"Now, tell me what is so heavy on your mind" Thomas stated as he leaned on the bar between Legolas and himself.
"I doubt you would understand" Legolas answered softly as he savored the juice on his tongue.
"Try me." answered Thomas with a small grin on his face.
Legolas looked into the face of the bar keep and felt a strange tingle as their eyes met. For some reason he was feeling more and more like telling this man what was on his mind. He was beginning to think they guy would just see him as crazy and leave him alone with his new found favorite drink.
"Ok, do you know what it feels like to out live everyone who matters to you?" he asked Thomas. He was expecting Thomas to scoff at the question since Thomas looked at least twice his age. Being an Elf, Legolas looked eternally like a human in their early twenties.
"As a matter fact I do" Thomas simply answered. "I take it, you do as well." he added.
"Yes, and I am tired of it all. I just don't feel the point of going on when there is only death and misery" Legolas said with surprising, simple honesty.
"Oh, you shouldn't say that!" answered Thomas who was now pushing up on his arms. "Life is precious no matter how long, or short it is" he continued.
"I felt like I mattered once, but, not for such a long time now." Legolas answered quietly.
"Perhaps you don't appreciate the tapestry of your life" Thomas answered.
"What?, oh never mind. I am tired and feeling the need to go back to my cabin" said Legolas.
"Be careful walking out there, the sky is drunk and dark tonight. She is tossing this vessel more then usual." warned Thomas
Legolas got up to walk out of the room but was having a problem with balance, not having sea legs. As he rounded the corner, the ship bucked upwards as waves crashed into her haul. He slipped, hitting his head on the wood beam by the side railing. Everything started to spin and twist making him feeling even more dizzy. The darkness overtook his sight as he felt the cold water spray and caress his skin, pulling him further down, down and out.
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The taste of sand on his tongue is what stirred Legolas to open his eyes finally. His head was pounding and his eyes hurt from the direct sunlight beating down on his face. Laying on his stomach, he pushed up with his arms to have a better look around. Where was he? Legolas screamed in his head. He closed and opened his eyes several times as he tried to take in his surroundings. He was laying face down in sand, on a beach, in the middle of the morning, in a terrain he had never, ever seen before.
As he squinted Legolas could see a sign in the distance with words painted on it. The shocking point of that was, it was in the common tongue of middle earth. The sign said, "Welcome to Alvin"
'Alvin? Elf friend? Elf, friend? Say friend, and enter!' went buzzing through his head.
Just then, the strangest little creature he had ever seen came walking sideways up close to inspect him. It had two pinching claws waving in the air, it was on claw like legs, kind of like a spider formation, and two black stalks which were probably eyes, sticking up from the front of it's body. It clicked the claws at him in a defensive motion and then quickly scampered off towards the water.
'This had to be the weirdest dream he had ever had' he thought to himself.
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ALVIN m English
Means "elf friend" from the Old English name ÆÆlfwine, which was formed of the elements æælf "elf" and wine "friend".
LAKSHMI f Hindu Mythology
Means "sign, mark" in Sanskrit. Her symbol is the lotus flower.
LEGOLAS m Literature
Means "green leaf" in Sindarin. In 'The Lord of the Rings' by J. R. R. Tolkien, Legolas is the son of the elf lord Thranduil and a member of the Fellowship of the Ring.
LEIF m Scandinavian Short form of names containing the Old Norse element leifr meaning "descendent, heir".
SELENE f Greek Mythology, Greek, English
Means "moon" in Greek. This was the name of a Greek goddess of the moon, sometimes identified with the goddess Artemis.
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Thank you for reading, please leave a review.
Disclaimers: Legolas is being borrowed from the great Tolkien, I promise to return him when the story is finished.
All other characters are mine. Some ideas are borrowed from a few favorite movies as well.
No monies are being made from this story, it is purely for fun and enjoyment.
Please leave a review after your viewing to share how you feel about this storyline.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Sometimes, life shoves us in another direction so we appreciate better, our own back yard. This story is greatly inspired by: It's a wonderful Life, While you were sleeping, and of course, Lord of the Rings.
Chapter One
It was the turn of the nineteenth century when more people were leaving the British isles and heading for the Americas. Some went to make fortunes from the gold paved streets they had heard about, and others simply went to escape and start new lives away from old memories. He was sitting in what amounted to a bar, holding his head in his hands, ears ringing loudly from the virgin taste of the New World fire water. Legolas was wearing a skull cap as to not raise suspicion or chatter over his pointed ears. People anymore thought Elves were of fairy tales, and for some reason were fancied to be tiny like a leprechaun. During the middle ages, only the men of Gondor were as tall as Legolas since he was over six feet tall himself. But, over the decades, more humans had grown taller, and that actually help him blend in better. The bar keep was eyeing him and shaking his head.
"Won't you tell me about it, son?" said Thomas the bar keep.
Legolas looked up at the man still having one eye closed from the pounding headache. He was not accustomed to humans referring to himself as "son", after all, he was now over five thousand years old. The movement of the ship wasn't helping matters either, making his head and stomach swim in opposite directions, he was sure.
"I'm traveling to the wilds of the new world" he finally answered and belched a little.
"Yea, well I don't think you look happy about it, Sonny" Thomas mused.
"I've just never had this, what did you call it?" he lazily held up his glass.
Thomas smiled at the curious looking young man and patted his arm.
Thomas poured the man a cold glass of juice and handed it to him telling him to sip it slowly.
"I'm gonna make some coffee in a minute, do you think you will want some" Thomas smiled.
Legolas propped his head on his left hand while he sniffed the cold drink offered to him and snorted a little in surprise of the potency of the smell. Still, the freshness of the smell was wonderful to him but he did not recognize it. The taste danced on his tongue and tickled as it slid thickly down his throat. It would be the first time for him to drink the juices of the new world. He did not know it was orange juice, but it was about to become his favorite of all.
The bar keep was forcing him to think about the sadness in his life. It had been centuries since the passing of the last of his friends from middle earth. He grew weary of it all without them, deciding to take the voyage to new places, to lose himself in.
"I'll stick with this orange drink" he answered in a half smile.
"Now, tell me what is so heavy on your mind" Thomas stated as he leaned on the bar between Legolas and himself.
"I doubt you would understand" Legolas answered softly as he savored the juice on his tongue.
"Try me." answered Thomas with a small grin on his face.
Legolas looked into the face of the bar keep and felt a strange tingle as their eyes met. For some reason he was feeling more and more like telling this man what was on his mind. He was beginning to think they guy would just see him as crazy and leave him alone with his new found favorite drink.
"Ok, do you know what it feels like to out live everyone who matters to you?" he asked Thomas. He was expecting Thomas to scoff at the question since Thomas looked at least twice his age. Being an Elf, Legolas looked eternally like a human in their early twenties.
"As a matter fact I do" Thomas simply answered. "I take it, you do as well." he added.
"Yes, and I am tired of it all. I just don't feel the point of going on when there is only death and misery" Legolas said with surprising, simple honesty.
"Oh, you shouldn't say that!" answered Thomas who was now pushing up on his arms. "Life is precious no matter how long, or short it is" he continued.
"I felt like I mattered once, but, not for such a long time now." Legolas answered quietly.
"Perhaps you don't appreciate the tapestry of your life" Thomas answered.
"What?, oh never mind. I am tired and feeling the need to go back to my cabin" said Legolas.
"Be careful walking out there, the sky is drunk and dark tonight. She is tossing this vessel more then usual." warned Thomas
Legolas got up to walk out of the room but was having a problem with balance, not having sea legs. As he rounded the corner, the ship bucked upwards as waves crashed into her haul. He slipped, hitting his head on the wood beam by the side railing. Everything started to spin and twist making him feeling even more dizzy. The darkness overtook his sight as he felt the cold water spray and caress his skin, pulling him further down, down and out.
~*~
The taste of sand on his tongue is what stirred Legolas to open his eyes finally. His head was pounding and his eyes hurt from the direct sunlight beating down on his face. Laying on his stomach, he pushed up with his arms to have a better look around. Where was he? Legolas screamed in his head. He closed and opened his eyes several times as he tried to take in his surroundings. He was laying face down in sand, on a beach, in the middle of the morning, in a terrain he had never, ever seen before.
As he squinted Legolas could see a sign in the distance with words painted on it. The shocking point of that was, it was in the common tongue of middle earth. The sign said, "Welcome to Alvin"
'Alvin? Elf friend? Elf, friend? Say friend, and enter!' went buzzing through his head.
Just then, the strangest little creature he had ever seen came walking sideways up close to inspect him. It had two pinching claws waving in the air, it was on claw like legs, kind of like a spider formation, and two black stalks which were probably eyes, sticking up from the front of it's body. It clicked the claws at him in a defensive motion and then quickly scampered off towards the water.
'This had to be the weirdest dream he had ever had' he thought to himself.
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ALVIN m English
Means "elf friend" from the Old English name ÆÆlfwine, which was formed of the elements æælf "elf" and wine "friend".
LAKSHMI f Hindu Mythology
Means "sign, mark" in Sanskrit. Her symbol is the lotus flower.
LEGOLAS m Literature
Means "green leaf" in Sindarin. In 'The Lord of the Rings' by J. R. R. Tolkien, Legolas is the son of the elf lord Thranduil and a member of the Fellowship of the Ring.
LEIF m Scandinavian Short form of names containing the Old Norse element leifr meaning "descendent, heir".
SELENE f Greek Mythology, Greek, English
Means "moon" in Greek. This was the name of a Greek goddess of the moon, sometimes identified with the goddess Artemis.
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Thank you for reading, please leave a review.