Introduction
Alright, I'm just gonna lay it down straight:
THIS IS A LEGOLAS ROMANCE FIC.
Wait! Where are you going? I'm not finished with you! Come back! DON'T MAKE ME GET THE DUCT TAPE!!
There, now. Good audience. Make yourselves comfortable.
Now, I am going to tell you why you should read this Legolas fic. If you want to read the fic already, you're a spiffy person and you can skip this part. As for the rest of you...(pulls out a list)
1. I have read the books. All three of them. Multiple times.
2. Yes, Orlando Bloom is cute and hot and pretty and any other bubbly adjective you can come up with. However, I have loved Legolas since I was twelve. I remember the good old days when I was the only Legolas groupie I knew. Take THAT, adolescent fangirls! (Nothing personal.) What I'm saying is, I'm not just some random girl who saw a preview, went to see the movie out of curiosity and suddenly developed an obsession with Orli. Oh no, I developed MY obsession when I saw him on the website a year ago.
3. Along with my undying love for Legolas, this story and the character involved were both born when I was twelve. I've toyed with plot bunnies and developed the character for years before I finally started writing it all down. So I, for one, would like to think they're special and unique.
Now, as much as I would like to, I cannot duct tape you to a chair and force you to read my story. All I ask is that you try it. Don't like it, don't have to read it. Reviews will be appreciated, flames will be laughed at. Enjoy!
Now then...
Silver Starlight Upon Green Leaves
Prologue
Elrond Halfelven gazed down into the valley below him. The campfires of the armies were strewn across the valley like jewels of fire across green velvet. Above him were the stars, diamonds strewn across dark blue velvet. He was angry at the night for being so calm, so beautiful. He wondered if the world had any idea that two of its brightest stars had been lost...
An angry, troubled look marred the warrior's smooth elven features. Elrond was young--for an elf, anyway--but he had seen much, and the things he'd seen had aken their toll on him. Like what he'd seen tonight...
Celenen and Tassarë, lying dead, the Orcs still slashing at their bodies. What they may have done to Tassarë--or even to both of them--before killing them, Elrond could not bear to imagine. And, being tossed from one Orc to another like a plaything, a cloth-wrapped bundle that wailed and cried the way Elrond's heart was wailing as he drew his sword and ran forward, blinded by tear and rage--
Elrond shook himself out of the vision, determined to think about that horrible sight as little as possible.
Miraculously, the baby had not been harmed. When he cradled her in his arms, she was terrified and still crying but physically unharmed. And before the Last Alliance continued on their desperate, defiant march towards Mordor, he had to make sure she would stay that way. He had to take her to the one place in Middle-Earth the Shadow could not reach.
"You could not save Celenen or Tassarë?" Galadriel asked as she took the child from Elrond's arms.
"They were dead when I arrived, Lady."
He heard a muffled sob behind him. Celebrian. Galadriel could not weep for her son in public--she would grieve privately, silently--but Celebrian could weep for her brother. Elrond wanted to go to her, but one did not simply turn one's back on the Lady of Lorien.
"The child will be safe here, Elrond." Galadriel told him. "She will be raised among the Galadrim with the love and honor she deserves. She is my granddaughter, after all. Thank you for bringing her to us."
Elrond bowed and started to turn away, but stopped. "May I hold her once more, Lady?"
With a slight smile, Galadriel placed the baby in his arms. She had cried herself to sleep on the journey, but as Elrond kissed her forehead she stirred and gray eyes, the color of a stormy sea, regarded him steadily, curiously. Her small hand curled around the pendant that hung around her neck--a silver star with a diamond set in its center.
"Namarië, Elenien." Elrond whispered. "Farewell, little star maiden."
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Author's Note: So what'd ya think? (Keep in mind that as far as my writing is concerned, I am impervious to criticism. I'm writing this whether you like it or not. Mwahaha.)
And in case you're wondering, Celenen means "silver water", Tassarë means "willow" and Elenien, if you couldn't guess, means "star maiden".
Alright, I'm just gonna lay it down straight:
THIS IS A LEGOLAS ROMANCE FIC.
Wait! Where are you going? I'm not finished with you! Come back! DON'T MAKE ME GET THE DUCT TAPE!!
There, now. Good audience. Make yourselves comfortable.
Now, I am going to tell you why you should read this Legolas fic. If you want to read the fic already, you're a spiffy person and you can skip this part. As for the rest of you...(pulls out a list)
1. I have read the books. All three of them. Multiple times.
2. Yes, Orlando Bloom is cute and hot and pretty and any other bubbly adjective you can come up with. However, I have loved Legolas since I was twelve. I remember the good old days when I was the only Legolas groupie I knew. Take THAT, adolescent fangirls! (Nothing personal.) What I'm saying is, I'm not just some random girl who saw a preview, went to see the movie out of curiosity and suddenly developed an obsession with Orli. Oh no, I developed MY obsession when I saw him on the website a year ago.
3. Along with my undying love for Legolas, this story and the character involved were both born when I was twelve. I've toyed with plot bunnies and developed the character for years before I finally started writing it all down. So I, for one, would like to think they're special and unique.
Now, as much as I would like to, I cannot duct tape you to a chair and force you to read my story. All I ask is that you try it. Don't like it, don't have to read it. Reviews will be appreciated, flames will be laughed at. Enjoy!
Now then...
Silver Starlight Upon Green Leaves
Prologue
Elrond Halfelven gazed down into the valley below him. The campfires of the armies were strewn across the valley like jewels of fire across green velvet. Above him were the stars, diamonds strewn across dark blue velvet. He was angry at the night for being so calm, so beautiful. He wondered if the world had any idea that two of its brightest stars had been lost...
An angry, troubled look marred the warrior's smooth elven features. Elrond was young--for an elf, anyway--but he had seen much, and the things he'd seen had aken their toll on him. Like what he'd seen tonight...
Celenen and Tassarë, lying dead, the Orcs still slashing at their bodies. What they may have done to Tassarë--or even to both of them--before killing them, Elrond could not bear to imagine. And, being tossed from one Orc to another like a plaything, a cloth-wrapped bundle that wailed and cried the way Elrond's heart was wailing as he drew his sword and ran forward, blinded by tear and rage--
Elrond shook himself out of the vision, determined to think about that horrible sight as little as possible.
Miraculously, the baby had not been harmed. When he cradled her in his arms, she was terrified and still crying but physically unharmed. And before the Last Alliance continued on their desperate, defiant march towards Mordor, he had to make sure she would stay that way. He had to take her to the one place in Middle-Earth the Shadow could not reach.
"You could not save Celenen or Tassarë?" Galadriel asked as she took the child from Elrond's arms.
"They were dead when I arrived, Lady."
He heard a muffled sob behind him. Celebrian. Galadriel could not weep for her son in public--she would grieve privately, silently--but Celebrian could weep for her brother. Elrond wanted to go to her, but one did not simply turn one's back on the Lady of Lorien.
"The child will be safe here, Elrond." Galadriel told him. "She will be raised among the Galadrim with the love and honor she deserves. She is my granddaughter, after all. Thank you for bringing her to us."
Elrond bowed and started to turn away, but stopped. "May I hold her once more, Lady?"
With a slight smile, Galadriel placed the baby in his arms. She had cried herself to sleep on the journey, but as Elrond kissed her forehead she stirred and gray eyes, the color of a stormy sea, regarded him steadily, curiously. Her small hand curled around the pendant that hung around her neck--a silver star with a diamond set in its center.
"Namarië, Elenien." Elrond whispered. "Farewell, little star maiden."
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Author's Note: So what'd ya think? (Keep in mind that as far as my writing is concerned, I am impervious to criticism. I'm writing this whether you like it or not. Mwahaha.)
And in case you're wondering, Celenen means "silver water", Tassarë means "willow" and Elenien, if you couldn't guess, means "star maiden".