Unseen Love
Chapter 1 - Prologue
Disclaimer: Darn! I don't own Middle-earth or anything in it! J.R.R. Tolkien does! Oh well, I guess my originality in this story will come from my characters that I created just for this story!
A/N: Ok you're probably thinking this is just another love story of Legolas, probably the most popular elf in Middle-earth, right? Well, you may be right to a point, but this story has many twists. This is my second time attempting this idea and I hope you like it!
It was a dim evening as Legolas walked through the woods of Ithilien. After being appointed Lord of this land by Aragorn, King of Gondor, Legolas has journey through these woods countless times. This somehow seemed different though.
The beams of the falling sun shown through the deep green leaves of the old trees, allowing streams of white light to gently touch the forest floor. As a beam fell upon his tender face a look of sadness could be seen in his eyes. He walked slowly, placing one foot reluctantly in front of the other.
Sitting upon a mossy log under a tall tree, and placing his hands over his tired face, he allowed his long blonde hair to fall around them. The sounds of the wood wrapped around him, as the world became a vast oblivion and he became lost in his deep thoughts. Thoughts of a time that was, but no longer seemed to be flooded through his mind.
As he sat there, surrounded by his consuming thoughts, Gimli the Dwarf walked up and placed his hand upon Legolas' shoulder. This suddenly rouses the elf and he jumps up, bow and arrow ready. When he saw his friend the bow was lowered and he sat back upon the log, the startled dwarf sits beside him. They are silent for a few moments, then finally the straining silence of the evening wood is broken.
"Are you all right my friend?" Gimli asked placing his hand upon Legolas' shoulder once more. He had been a good friend to Legolas since their adventure together as the One Ring journeyed to Mordor by way of a young hobbit.
"I do not know what to do, my friend. I feel as if I am caught in the center of a raging storm with no escape in sight. No matter how hard I struggle, it will not let me get back to shore, back to her."
"How can I help?"
"I'm afraid there is nothing you can do, not this time," Legolas said, standing and walking toward his home.
Chapter 1 - Prologue
Disclaimer: Darn! I don't own Middle-earth or anything in it! J.R.R. Tolkien does! Oh well, I guess my originality in this story will come from my characters that I created just for this story!
A/N: Ok you're probably thinking this is just another love story of Legolas, probably the most popular elf in Middle-earth, right? Well, you may be right to a point, but this story has many twists. This is my second time attempting this idea and I hope you like it!
It was a dim evening as Legolas walked through the woods of Ithilien. After being appointed Lord of this land by Aragorn, King of Gondor, Legolas has journey through these woods countless times. This somehow seemed different though.
The beams of the falling sun shown through the deep green leaves of the old trees, allowing streams of white light to gently touch the forest floor. As a beam fell upon his tender face a look of sadness could be seen in his eyes. He walked slowly, placing one foot reluctantly in front of the other.
Sitting upon a mossy log under a tall tree, and placing his hands over his tired face, he allowed his long blonde hair to fall around them. The sounds of the wood wrapped around him, as the world became a vast oblivion and he became lost in his deep thoughts. Thoughts of a time that was, but no longer seemed to be flooded through his mind.
As he sat there, surrounded by his consuming thoughts, Gimli the Dwarf walked up and placed his hand upon Legolas' shoulder. This suddenly rouses the elf and he jumps up, bow and arrow ready. When he saw his friend the bow was lowered and he sat back upon the log, the startled dwarf sits beside him. They are silent for a few moments, then finally the straining silence of the evening wood is broken.
"Are you all right my friend?" Gimli asked placing his hand upon Legolas' shoulder once more. He had been a good friend to Legolas since their adventure together as the One Ring journeyed to Mordor by way of a young hobbit.
"I do not know what to do, my friend. I feel as if I am caught in the center of a raging storm with no escape in sight. No matter how hard I struggle, it will not let me get back to shore, back to her."
"How can I help?"
"I'm afraid there is nothing you can do, not this time," Legolas said, standing and walking toward his home.