Disclaimer: I do not own Lord of the Rings, its characters, or anything
affiliated with it. This is just for my personal pleasure.
Summary: This is the story of two young warriors, Haldir and Silanenya, who meet and fall in love. These stories will chronicle what happens after they fall in love, and the adventures the brave along with another warrior, Legolas.
Author's Note: This is the rewritten Heart and Soul; I have not finished it, however, and, considering that I have a lot of homework and am working on several other stories, one of them a Jack Sparrow fanfiction, the updates will be both sporadic and few and far between. I expect this series to be a long-term project, lasting a couple of years if it must. Also, this first chapter was actually written quite a while back, so my writing has improved. Please bear with me on this one; subsequent chapters will be much, much better. Well then, I've rambled on long enough; on to the story(.
Heart and Soul
"Well, my lord, I shall venture to say that the wrath of my father shall never be matched in like, but for the joy of my brother."
Haldir laughed nervously and ran his hand lightly across the etchings on his longbow, trying not to think on the impending meeting. He looked up as the elf riding next to him spoke up again.
"My lord, although I do not hesitate to proclaim your ability to annihilate orcs with that weapon, I fear that it will prove ineffective at dispatching my father's ire." Silanenya laughed when Haldir earned even more pale than before. "Come, I shall race you to the next spiderweb!' She rode away swiftly, rapidly outdistancing the surprised elf.
~*~*~
Legolas reached back for another arrow, then grimaced as he realized he did not have any left.
"Eru help me," he murmured as he took out his knives, did a double take at the orcs rushing at him, and ran. His sharp ears caught the sound of elvish laughing, and he hurried in that direction, desperately hoping he had stumbled onto a scouting party.
~*~*~
Haldir helped Silanenya onto their newly-made flet, laughing as her hair got tangled in his fingers.
"Silya, you-"whatever he was going to say was cut off as Silanenya raised her hand.
"Another elf runs this way." She paused as the sound of yelling reached their ears. "Orc!" Her body tensed as she reached for her bow, only to realize that Haldir had already retrieved them from the corner of the flet. Silya shook her head in disbelief. Haldir was, even for an elf, quick. She found herself comparing his speed with her brother's, then shook her head again. She would deal with her family when the time came; at this moment, she could not deserve to think about them-she had a battle to fight. She quickly nocked her bow and crept forward to the edge of the flet.
"Do you see anything?" asked Haldir. Although his eyesight would exceed hers under normal circumstances, these woods were Silanenya's home, and it would be easier to sense when something was amiss; the trees would recognize her better.
"The elf has topped running. Come," she said as she leaped off the flet, "we must go aid him."
~*~*~
Legolas sighed as he deprived another or of his ability to see, smell, taste and hear simultaneously-he beheaded it with a gentle sweep of his pearl-handed knives. The young elf prince had been cut off from the elf encampment when ten orcs split from the main group and attacked him from the right. Now, although the ground around him was littered with orc- bodies, he was backed up against a tree and starting to tire. He knew that it was only a matter of time until the orcs found a weakness in his defenses and killed him. His only hope was that an elf might hear the noise and come to give him aid, although he had to admit that it was a slim hope at best. Well, he thought as an orc blade forcefully separated one of his knives from his hand, that's all I have. He grinned as an orc loomed up in front of him. At least he'd killed many of them. This week's count was already close to twenty, not counting all he'd killed today.
"Kill him!" yelled, in the background, the leader of the orc troop. "Kill the-"
Grizhnep looked up as he was cut off by two distinctive "whirr-thunk" sounds. The last thing he ever wondered was where the two arrows had come from.
~*~*~
Silanenya and Haldir broke through the brush behind a large orc who was obviously the leader. Almost absentmindedly they simultaneously fired arrows into his neck Haldir spotted the lone elf as he was engaged by three orcs; fortunately he had managed to find his other knife. As the Marchwarden of Lothlorien cleaved an orc in two, however, he saw something much more important to him-
"Silya!" he yelled, "Behind you!'
Silanenya reflexively twirled around and thrust her knives into whatever was standing behind her; fortunately for her, it was an orc.
Silya was now a machine, a mindless organism with only one thing in mind: thrust, parry, duck, slash. Thrust, parry, duck, slash. Before she knew it, there were no orcs standing. She turned and walked over to where Haldir was ministering to the other elf's wounds, his expression jovial. She could not tell who the other elf was as of yet; his back was towards her as Haldir tended a slight wound in his side.
"How is he?" asked Silya.
"He is all right, he just has a few cuts. I gave him a sleeping herb, however; I did not want him to feel me clean this one. . .I fear the orc had poison on his blade." Haldir straightened up slightly, signaling that he was ready to leave. "He shall heal well, though." He looked around and grabbed the unconscious elf's shoulders lightly. "Silya, would you do me the favor of carrying my bow, please?"
"Certainly." She replied, then gave a slight gasp. As Haldir had picked up the other elf to carry him to their camp, his features were revealed. Surrounded by a halo of long blond hair, with a small, bloody cut on his forehead, was the face of Prince Legolas Thranduillion. Her brother.
Summary: This is the story of two young warriors, Haldir and Silanenya, who meet and fall in love. These stories will chronicle what happens after they fall in love, and the adventures the brave along with another warrior, Legolas.
Author's Note: This is the rewritten Heart and Soul; I have not finished it, however, and, considering that I have a lot of homework and am working on several other stories, one of them a Jack Sparrow fanfiction, the updates will be both sporadic and few and far between. I expect this series to be a long-term project, lasting a couple of years if it must. Also, this first chapter was actually written quite a while back, so my writing has improved. Please bear with me on this one; subsequent chapters will be much, much better. Well then, I've rambled on long enough; on to the story(.
Heart and Soul
"Well, my lord, I shall venture to say that the wrath of my father shall never be matched in like, but for the joy of my brother."
Haldir laughed nervously and ran his hand lightly across the etchings on his longbow, trying not to think on the impending meeting. He looked up as the elf riding next to him spoke up again.
"My lord, although I do not hesitate to proclaim your ability to annihilate orcs with that weapon, I fear that it will prove ineffective at dispatching my father's ire." Silanenya laughed when Haldir earned even more pale than before. "Come, I shall race you to the next spiderweb!' She rode away swiftly, rapidly outdistancing the surprised elf.
~*~*~
Legolas reached back for another arrow, then grimaced as he realized he did not have any left.
"Eru help me," he murmured as he took out his knives, did a double take at the orcs rushing at him, and ran. His sharp ears caught the sound of elvish laughing, and he hurried in that direction, desperately hoping he had stumbled onto a scouting party.
~*~*~
Haldir helped Silanenya onto their newly-made flet, laughing as her hair got tangled in his fingers.
"Silya, you-"whatever he was going to say was cut off as Silanenya raised her hand.
"Another elf runs this way." She paused as the sound of yelling reached their ears. "Orc!" Her body tensed as she reached for her bow, only to realize that Haldir had already retrieved them from the corner of the flet. Silya shook her head in disbelief. Haldir was, even for an elf, quick. She found herself comparing his speed with her brother's, then shook her head again. She would deal with her family when the time came; at this moment, she could not deserve to think about them-she had a battle to fight. She quickly nocked her bow and crept forward to the edge of the flet.
"Do you see anything?" asked Haldir. Although his eyesight would exceed hers under normal circumstances, these woods were Silanenya's home, and it would be easier to sense when something was amiss; the trees would recognize her better.
"The elf has topped running. Come," she said as she leaped off the flet, "we must go aid him."
~*~*~
Legolas sighed as he deprived another or of his ability to see, smell, taste and hear simultaneously-he beheaded it with a gentle sweep of his pearl-handed knives. The young elf prince had been cut off from the elf encampment when ten orcs split from the main group and attacked him from the right. Now, although the ground around him was littered with orc- bodies, he was backed up against a tree and starting to tire. He knew that it was only a matter of time until the orcs found a weakness in his defenses and killed him. His only hope was that an elf might hear the noise and come to give him aid, although he had to admit that it was a slim hope at best. Well, he thought as an orc blade forcefully separated one of his knives from his hand, that's all I have. He grinned as an orc loomed up in front of him. At least he'd killed many of them. This week's count was already close to twenty, not counting all he'd killed today.
"Kill him!" yelled, in the background, the leader of the orc troop. "Kill the-"
Grizhnep looked up as he was cut off by two distinctive "whirr-thunk" sounds. The last thing he ever wondered was where the two arrows had come from.
~*~*~
Silanenya and Haldir broke through the brush behind a large orc who was obviously the leader. Almost absentmindedly they simultaneously fired arrows into his neck Haldir spotted the lone elf as he was engaged by three orcs; fortunately he had managed to find his other knife. As the Marchwarden of Lothlorien cleaved an orc in two, however, he saw something much more important to him-
"Silya!" he yelled, "Behind you!'
Silanenya reflexively twirled around and thrust her knives into whatever was standing behind her; fortunately for her, it was an orc.
Silya was now a machine, a mindless organism with only one thing in mind: thrust, parry, duck, slash. Thrust, parry, duck, slash. Before she knew it, there were no orcs standing. She turned and walked over to where Haldir was ministering to the other elf's wounds, his expression jovial. She could not tell who the other elf was as of yet; his back was towards her as Haldir tended a slight wound in his side.
"How is he?" asked Silya.
"He is all right, he just has a few cuts. I gave him a sleeping herb, however; I did not want him to feel me clean this one. . .I fear the orc had poison on his blade." Haldir straightened up slightly, signaling that he was ready to leave. "He shall heal well, though." He looked around and grabbed the unconscious elf's shoulders lightly. "Silya, would you do me the favor of carrying my bow, please?"
"Certainly." She replied, then gave a slight gasp. As Haldir had picked up the other elf to carry him to their camp, his features were revealed. Surrounded by a halo of long blond hair, with a small, bloody cut on his forehead, was the face of Prince Legolas Thranduillion. Her brother.