A/N: Hey! This is, yet again, a Legomance (I know, I know, I'm so so sorry!
I'm afraid I'll never learn how to write a story that's not romantic!!
lol.) Those who have read my other stories know that I tend to write short
short short short MINISCULE prologues before actually writing a chapter...
lucky for you I'm too hyped to do that! Now, it's just short, not
miniscule! Lol.
Summary: Legolas, a little before the War of the Ring, meets this... peculiar girl that fascinates him more then anything imaginable ... but then she leaves.... with no explanation at all... right when he's starting to think he loves her. Now, fast forward hundreds of thousands of years later, to meet the now bitter, secluded Legolas, who lost his one opportunity at love.
Girl in the Gardens Chapter One- Memories of Her
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Year 2989 of the Third Age
He stared at her, thoughts racing through his mind at unimaginable speed. She was no elf, he didn't need to ask someone to know that, but she seemed to have a grace all her own... Walking in the gardens with large caramel colored eyes darting here and there seeming to want to soak in everything they saw.
"Who is she?" he asked to himself, forgetting that he was not alone.
"Who?" asked Elrohir, annoyed that his friend's attention had diverted from their conversation on the growing dangers of Mirkwood. Legolas continued staring at the girl who was walking aimlessly around the gardens of Rivendell. "Her? Oh... one of the riders found her yesterday, wandering the forest alone. She is staying here as a guest until she remembers how to get home," he sighed wanting to get back to the conversation from earlier.
Legolas nodded mutely, soaking in this information. "She does not know where she hails from?" he questioned. It was strange to him that someone could simply forget how they got to one place... Or where they were from to begin with.
"We do not know. She speaks no language we know, and we know none of the languages she knows," Elrohir added, impatience evident in his voice. The blond prince turned quickly and looked at the other elf.
"You have tried all languages? Even Westron?" he muttered disbelieving. *How can someone appear in Middle-Earth, seemingly out of no where, and not know the most common language?* Before Elrohir could answer his question, Legolas stood briskly, and walked to the small path leading to where the girl was.
"Where are you going, Legolas? Legolas! I told you! She knows none of the languages!" yelled Elrohir, very un-elf like. The Prince of Mirkwood ignored his friend's words and continued to walk to the girl in the gardens.
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Year 2004 of the Modern Age (Present day)
Legolas sat straight up in his bed, trying to recollect his thoughts. Was he in the guest chambers of Rivendell during the Third Age? Or was he simply dreaming? Finally, he sorted through his thoughts, and remembered that he was in Portugal and it was 2004... Where Middle-Earth was simply a world in a child fantasy book.
*It has been centuries since I've dreamed of her...* he thought, closing his eyes, remembering the way her wide eyes had looked around the gardens as if it were the most magnificent place in the world. Oh, how he wished he had gotten to know her better...
"It's in the past now..." he growled, shaking his head trying to erase her image from his mind's eye. "She died millennia ago. Forget her..." That night, Legolas twisted and turned, remembering the girl in the gardens.
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I should have Ch. 2 up soon... depending on how long it takes to finish writing it and how long it takes for it to be beta-ed (BTW, gotta thank my beta, Anessa...THANK YOU!) If it werent for her, I'd have horrible HORRIBLE typos in the story (most of them simple spelling errors! I'm a bad typist lol). ANYways read her story "I Never Knew" (her pen name is Requiem Euphoria) its really REALLY good (I'm beta-ing it lol) AND REVIEW!! Muahaha! lol
Summary: Legolas, a little before the War of the Ring, meets this... peculiar girl that fascinates him more then anything imaginable ... but then she leaves.... with no explanation at all... right when he's starting to think he loves her. Now, fast forward hundreds of thousands of years later, to meet the now bitter, secluded Legolas, who lost his one opportunity at love.
Girl in the Gardens Chapter One- Memories of Her
~*~
Year 2989 of the Third Age
He stared at her, thoughts racing through his mind at unimaginable speed. She was no elf, he didn't need to ask someone to know that, but she seemed to have a grace all her own... Walking in the gardens with large caramel colored eyes darting here and there seeming to want to soak in everything they saw.
"Who is she?" he asked to himself, forgetting that he was not alone.
"Who?" asked Elrohir, annoyed that his friend's attention had diverted from their conversation on the growing dangers of Mirkwood. Legolas continued staring at the girl who was walking aimlessly around the gardens of Rivendell. "Her? Oh... one of the riders found her yesterday, wandering the forest alone. She is staying here as a guest until she remembers how to get home," he sighed wanting to get back to the conversation from earlier.
Legolas nodded mutely, soaking in this information. "She does not know where she hails from?" he questioned. It was strange to him that someone could simply forget how they got to one place... Or where they were from to begin with.
"We do not know. She speaks no language we know, and we know none of the languages she knows," Elrohir added, impatience evident in his voice. The blond prince turned quickly and looked at the other elf.
"You have tried all languages? Even Westron?" he muttered disbelieving. *How can someone appear in Middle-Earth, seemingly out of no where, and not know the most common language?* Before Elrohir could answer his question, Legolas stood briskly, and walked to the small path leading to where the girl was.
"Where are you going, Legolas? Legolas! I told you! She knows none of the languages!" yelled Elrohir, very un-elf like. The Prince of Mirkwood ignored his friend's words and continued to walk to the girl in the gardens.
~*~
Year 2004 of the Modern Age (Present day)
Legolas sat straight up in his bed, trying to recollect his thoughts. Was he in the guest chambers of Rivendell during the Third Age? Or was he simply dreaming? Finally, he sorted through his thoughts, and remembered that he was in Portugal and it was 2004... Where Middle-Earth was simply a world in a child fantasy book.
*It has been centuries since I've dreamed of her...* he thought, closing his eyes, remembering the way her wide eyes had looked around the gardens as if it were the most magnificent place in the world. Oh, how he wished he had gotten to know her better...
"It's in the past now..." he growled, shaking his head trying to erase her image from his mind's eye. "She died millennia ago. Forget her..." That night, Legolas twisted and turned, remembering the girl in the gardens.
***
I should have Ch. 2 up soon... depending on how long it takes to finish writing it and how long it takes for it to be beta-ed (BTW, gotta thank my beta, Anessa...THANK YOU!) If it werent for her, I'd have horrible HORRIBLE typos in the story (most of them simple spelling errors! I'm a bad typist lol). ANYways read her story "I Never Knew" (her pen name is Requiem Euphoria) its really REALLY good (I'm beta-ing it lol) AND REVIEW!! Muahaha! lol
