Hello Everyone!!! Please be patient with my story here. I can't write that much today. Pleas review!! This is my first Fanfic. I plan to write more because I am on vacation right now. I just saw the LotR movie. It rules!! Review please!!
Legolas sighed and looked up at the cloudy sky. Birds were singing and the trees bent their limbs toward him as if in greeting. There was a slight chill to the air, which was expected for it was in the cold months. Legolas remembered his past thoughtfully. It had been with his companions in the Fellowship. He then remembered the friends he had made. They had treated him as a real friend. They did not befriend him because of his title. Even here, in Rivendell, women practically threw themselves at him. They had no shame. He found really annoying that he could not know who liked him for who he was. They did not care about him and his mind, they cared about his title.
Legolas was jolted out of his melancholy thoughts when a small elf clad in mostly green sped passed him. He/she was closely followed by two other elves that looked quite annoyed judging by the scowls on their faces. The small green-clad elf tripped on a fallen log and fell to the ground. The two other elves rushed forward and helped the elf to its feet. They then held on to its arm firmly. Legolas then noted that this was a she-elf. She had quite a look of disappointment on her face. Legolas was curious.
"Why do you hold this maiden from freedom?" Asked Legolas in his usual soft voice.
"This maiden has tried to run away yet again from her family and we are only retrieving her, for we are positive that her family would be grieved to hear that she would be gone. We do not think that her family is fond of her 7th runaway attempt," the left hand guard replied easily. Legolas looked upon this scene with a trace of amusement in his blue eyes. For the maiden was saying many rude words in Sindarin under her breath.
"Hullo, pleased to meet you, these two statues before me are Stinker and Slinker. We are all quite pleased to meet you even though we know naught who you are," replied the small she-elf cheerfully. The guards grumbled and pulled the small elf toward Rivendell. Legolas stood and watched the small group walk towards the valley in which the Elven City dwelled. The sun was about ready to sink into the mountains. The birds were singing their goodnight song. Legolas watched the sunset with a small smile on his face. It had been an interesting day. Something was going on his heart that he had no idea of yet though.
Once again, Legolas was knocked out of his reverie, but this time it was remembrance that hit him hard. He was due in Rivendell in a matter of minutes. Legolas grabbed his bow and cloak and sped toward the direction of the Elven City.
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The small she-elf was no other than Elrond's youngest daughter Feanariel. She was only a mere 2000 years old, still young. Feanariel walked towards the gates of Rivendell where her two brothers and sister were already waiting for her. They had looks annoyance mixed with amusement on their young fair faces.
"Are we really so revolting to you that you would attempt to run away seven times?" Asked her brother Elrohir.
"I think you have finally really angered father this time, next time you plan to run away, please consult me," said her other brother Elladan.
"Fea, you have a really loving family, why must you always run. I know it is because your brothers are so revolting, but that is something you must live with…" Elladan and Elrohir both made faces at Arwen, who had been the keeper of the insult. Before Feanariel could reply to any of these comments, she was ushered away to her father's study.
Feanariel stood before great cherry wood doors that reflected light off of their intricate carves surface. The carving consisted of many animals and trees, also a great deal of spirals and such. To many, these doors were quite beautiful and many who were honored were allowed to walk through. To Feanariel, it meant she was probably in a lot of trouble.
The two guards who were with Feanariel knocked on the door and a voice within answered. The doors opened. Feanariel did not move an inch. The guards pushed her in slightly then left silently. Feanariel walked in gracefully despite her messy hair and muddy face. Elrond turned and looked up from the scrolls he was reading to his youngest daughter standing before him.
"How was your trip little today? Why have you done this yet again? You have a loving family who loves you quite a lot. Running away will not solve all of your problems. One of these days you will have to face your responsibilities. You cannot run from life itself. Neither can you hide from it," Elrond lectured while Feanariel listened and looked at the floor.
"All of my I have wanted an adventure. I cannot play the part I am obliged to play. I want to have an interesting life. I have always admired those who went on the dangerous trip to destroy the evil ring. I have always wanted to lead a life like them. They had so much opportunity. They are so lucky. Their lives are filled with adventure. They are so LUCKY! Others hate me because I am not so easily overpowered. I am not the way a humble maiden should be. I do not thrive on the advice of a male. So that makes me a bad influence and bad person to be around because I go beyond the boundaries of a maiden," Feanariel said while pretty much emptying a good fraction of her heart out.
"Fea, not all hate you. Indeed, there are many elven males who admire you greatly. Many have gone as far to ask your hand in marriage. You do not give them the chance. Give life a chance and you will find friendship. Give others a chance and you may even find love. But please hear me out. Do not try to run away. I, along with your brothers and sister, would feel grieved if you should succeed. If adventure is what wishes you, find it in the boundaries of safety. Promise me that you will stay put."
Father, I cannot promise that I will never try again, but for the time being, you have my word that I will stay put. Though not for all of eternity."
"Thank you Fea, that lightens my heart greatly. Though not wholly. I wish you would stay and promise never to run, but I see you cannot. Please go and get yourself cleaned up, for there is a feast tonight honoring the visit of Prince Legolas of Mirkwood."
"Yes father, I will do so. Must I wear a dress though?" One look from Elrond told her the answer. Feanariel walked out the door feeling dread for the feast that would surely be torture.
"Fea, I expect you to behave tonight," Elrond called to his daughter's retreating shape.
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Author's Notes:
Hello! Don't worry, I'll write more soon. Please be patient. Also, REVIEW PLEASE!!!!
This is my first fanfic so please be nice. I will try to update as soon as possible. Give me a chance!!! I know this is really short, but it will get longer in time.
NO FLAMES!!! But constructive criticism is welcome.
Fea means spirit, so Feanariel means….. Well duh!!
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