Title: A Fairytale Author: Anjuli Rating: PG-13 (just to be save) Paring:
Legolas/Aragorn Summary: When Legolas first leaves his home to explore the
world of men, he saves the live of a young king (guess who). For Legolas
it's love at first sight, but Aragorn doesn't even know his saviour. He is
just about to marry the lovely Lady Arwen.Feedback: I would be honoured
Disclaimer: All recognisable characters belong to Tolkien/New Line, the
storyline belongs to H.- Chr. Andersen, I just mixed them together.
Warning: AU, meaning no Ring and therefore no fellowship; probably also
OOC, character death in later chapter. Oh.and most likely lots of mistakes,
although I tried my best. English is not my first language.
A fairytale
Chapter 1
Far away from the dwellings of men, there once was a forest, greener than any other. The trees filtered so much of the sunlight, that the paths below them were always covered with shadows; the little sunlight that reached the ground was not enough to fully enlighten them. Therefore, the forest was called Mirkwood. In the heart in the forest lay the castle of king Thranduil of Mirkwood. It was more beautiful than any human could ever imagine; its walls were made of gleaming white stone, the roof of dark wood that was artfully decorated with golden paintings of ancient heroes. So white was the castle that travellers could see it shining in the sunlight long before they actually reached Thranduil's palace. It had been many centuries since anyone else than the elves living in Mirkwood had seen the shining castles. Once, there had been trading with the people from Rohan and Gondor, but as many envied Mirkwood's beauty, the elves had more and more kept to themselves and finally every link to the outside world was broken. Since those times, a powerful spell cast by king Thranduil protected the kingdom from any intruders and only very old humans had ever heard of Mirkwood the Great, believing it to be nothing more than a fairytale.
The king had lost his wife a long time ago and therefore was both, father and mother for his three sons, of which the youngest was the most beautiful. This son, Legolas, had waist-long blond hair that shone bright in the sunlight, and a slim, muscular body. But the most enchanting thing was his eyes, which were as blue as the deepest lake.
Legolas was a strange elfling; everyone living in Mirkwood could confirm that. In contrast to his brothers, who were said to be the liveliest children that ever existed, Legolas loved to walk through the forests with no other company than the birds. He could spend a whole day just sitting somewhere deep in the woods and listening to the songs of the birds. They told him tales of people and countries far away and Legolas wished nothing more than to be able to turn into a bird and just fly away. He longed to see the cities of men, of which he only knew from tales. Never had he seen a human.
Therefore it was no surprise that Legolas was impatient like no other for his 100th birthday to come, because then he would reach his majority and finally be able to leave Mirkwood and explore the outside world.
Lothion and Faelon, Legolas' brothers, were curious about the world outside the forest as well, although they were not as crazy about it as Legolas. Every evening they would sit in the library listening to their father who told tales of long forgotten heroes of men and long fallen kingdoms. This only added to the restlessness Legolas felt in his heart.
Finally the day had come when Faelon had reached his majority. Early in the morning he left for the outside world. When Faelon returned, he told his brothers everything he had seen, just as he had promised. Faelon had dared to go very close to a human farm, where he had watched the bringing in of crops and the following feast. Legolas' eyes never left his brother, and his endless flow of questions was only stopped when Thranduil finally sent him to bed.
Every brother was 5 years older than the other, which meant that Legolas had to wait another ten years before he could finally explore the wonders of the world for himself. Ten years might be nothing to other elves, for Legolas it was an eternity.
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A fairytale
Chapter 1
Far away from the dwellings of men, there once was a forest, greener than any other. The trees filtered so much of the sunlight, that the paths below them were always covered with shadows; the little sunlight that reached the ground was not enough to fully enlighten them. Therefore, the forest was called Mirkwood. In the heart in the forest lay the castle of king Thranduil of Mirkwood. It was more beautiful than any human could ever imagine; its walls were made of gleaming white stone, the roof of dark wood that was artfully decorated with golden paintings of ancient heroes. So white was the castle that travellers could see it shining in the sunlight long before they actually reached Thranduil's palace. It had been many centuries since anyone else than the elves living in Mirkwood had seen the shining castles. Once, there had been trading with the people from Rohan and Gondor, but as many envied Mirkwood's beauty, the elves had more and more kept to themselves and finally every link to the outside world was broken. Since those times, a powerful spell cast by king Thranduil protected the kingdom from any intruders and only very old humans had ever heard of Mirkwood the Great, believing it to be nothing more than a fairytale.
The king had lost his wife a long time ago and therefore was both, father and mother for his three sons, of which the youngest was the most beautiful. This son, Legolas, had waist-long blond hair that shone bright in the sunlight, and a slim, muscular body. But the most enchanting thing was his eyes, which were as blue as the deepest lake.
Legolas was a strange elfling; everyone living in Mirkwood could confirm that. In contrast to his brothers, who were said to be the liveliest children that ever existed, Legolas loved to walk through the forests with no other company than the birds. He could spend a whole day just sitting somewhere deep in the woods and listening to the songs of the birds. They told him tales of people and countries far away and Legolas wished nothing more than to be able to turn into a bird and just fly away. He longed to see the cities of men, of which he only knew from tales. Never had he seen a human.
Therefore it was no surprise that Legolas was impatient like no other for his 100th birthday to come, because then he would reach his majority and finally be able to leave Mirkwood and explore the outside world.
Lothion and Faelon, Legolas' brothers, were curious about the world outside the forest as well, although they were not as crazy about it as Legolas. Every evening they would sit in the library listening to their father who told tales of long forgotten heroes of men and long fallen kingdoms. This only added to the restlessness Legolas felt in his heart.
Finally the day had come when Faelon had reached his majority. Early in the morning he left for the outside world. When Faelon returned, he told his brothers everything he had seen, just as he had promised. Faelon had dared to go very close to a human farm, where he had watched the bringing in of crops and the following feast. Legolas' eyes never left his brother, and his endless flow of questions was only stopped when Thranduil finally sent him to bed.
Every brother was 5 years older than the other, which meant that Legolas had to wait another ten years before he could finally explore the wonders of the world for himself. Ten years might be nothing to other elves, for Legolas it was an eternity.
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