Disclaimer: I don't own anything! (Except maybe the story idea!)
Pairings: Legolas/Haldir
Warnings: ******SLASH******! Male to male relationships! If you haven't noticed yet this is a SLASH! So don't go flaming me after I just gave you all of these warnings every where!
Author's Note: When I wrote this I was inspired by a combination of several different authors (Some not even on Ff.net.) But, my little Plot-Bunny decided I didn't need any more help and left me in the middle of my plan…so I'm kind of stuck.
But I hop you enjoy! Oh and also if you're sensitive to the fact this is a slash, hit you reverse button NOW! Don't wait until you read the story and decided its gross and flame me! That is a BIG no-no! Also the title of the story might change because I'm really hazy on it…
1 Golden Leaves and Broken Branches
By Shadowfax
~***~
I moved at a steady pace through the field of grass. It was around fall so the vibrant green color that the tall grass once was fading into a mellow tan color. The grass reached just above my kneecaps, which were clothed in a mossy green color. As all Elves my footfalls were light and undetectable by other races… I soon came to a crowd of golden trees, the Mallorn. I wove through them like a needle and thread through silk, with the greatest of ease. Soon I'd make it to the borders of Lothlorien.
I made it about maybe three yards into the forest before I heard approaches from all around, Guardians. I was foolishly hoping one would be my love that I was visiting her in 'Lorien. But of course being that it wasn't his shift I saw know sign of him or his usual companions. Two of them stepped out into to where I could see them.
"Who are you and what business do you have in 'Lorien?" One of them said in a proud and rough voice. I did not know this guardian but I do believe I have seen him before.
"I am Legolas of Mirkwood. I have come to visit a friend her in Lothlorien…" I replied in a soft yet stern voice. A looked to my side as the other Guardians emerged from the shadows of the trees, their bowstrings relaxed. The Guardian who asked me the question bowed respectfully and I bowed in return.
"Aaye, saesa omentien lle," He returned his long bow back into its proper place upon his back, "I am called Haldir. What friend are you visiting her in Lorien, Legolas." He said my name as if he knew me. A strange feeling came over me. Déjà vu?
Murmurs of conversation in our tongue arose as the other Guardians climbed back up to their posts to go back on watch. Haldir motioned for me to follow him and of course I did. His warn, dirty boots padded almost silently on the few early fallen leaves of the Mallorn trees. I watched the back of his head; his golden locks the cascaded down his back and ended about four inches below his shoulders. I didn't get a good look at his face, but I remember his blue eyes from earlier. He was clad in gray and silver, his shoulder covered by a gray cloak that made him blend into his surroundings. This fascinated me and I mused at this for the rest of our little journey. His stern, rich voice interrupted my thoughts, "You never answered my question, Legolas… Who are you visiting?" He did it again. That use of my name.
"Oh, an Old friend. He's a Guardian also I do believe. His name is Earlas…" ((AN: Quick interruption here, I made up that name using some guide to Tolkien's languages. I never learned how to put those little hyphens over the letters and what not. There's supposed to be two dots over the E, but of course seem as how I suck with computers I couldn't do that.))
"Oh…Earlas. I know him. We've had a few shifts together in the past. I see him every so often though, out in about." He seemed to not think very highly about his lover from what I interpreted from his tone of voice, "So you two are friends?" he says this as though he suspects something is going on that shouldn't. By what I gather Lothlorien, most Elves for that matter, are very open minded the affections between two of the same gender.
I did not answer, how rude of him to ask such a question as that! Ridiculous! Did he actually believe I was going to answer that? I snorted very noticeably…loud enough for him to hear. He glanced back at me with an unnamed emotion plastered across his fair face.
I took that very moment to analyze his facial features. His eyes were indeed blue, accented with dark eyebrows that did not match his hair. He had a strong chin, graceful cheekbones, and an exotic nose. He was nothing short of beautiful but his personality did not fit it. This is certainly going to be an interesting stay her in Lorien. I do hope it won't be spoiled by anything, or anyone, I took time out of my own just to come here.
TBC
Author's Note: Yes, a short start. I hope it's not too bad. Positive reviews are appreciated and of course read. I know some of my spelling is extremely atrocious but bare with me! I gave at least two warnings about slash so if you decide to flame me, you'll get nothing out of it. I'll most likely just remove it so I don't have to look at it every time I check my reviews. I hope you enjoyed this and will return for more chapters!
Pairings: Legolas/Haldir
Warnings: ******SLASH******! Male to male relationships! If you haven't noticed yet this is a SLASH! So don't go flaming me after I just gave you all of these warnings every where!
Author's Note: When I wrote this I was inspired by a combination of several different authors (Some not even on Ff.net.) But, my little Plot-Bunny decided I didn't need any more help and left me in the middle of my plan…so I'm kind of stuck.
But I hop you enjoy! Oh and also if you're sensitive to the fact this is a slash, hit you reverse button NOW! Don't wait until you read the story and decided its gross and flame me! That is a BIG no-no! Also the title of the story might change because I'm really hazy on it…
1 Golden Leaves and Broken Branches
By Shadowfax
~***~
I moved at a steady pace through the field of grass. It was around fall so the vibrant green color that the tall grass once was fading into a mellow tan color. The grass reached just above my kneecaps, which were clothed in a mossy green color. As all Elves my footfalls were light and undetectable by other races… I soon came to a crowd of golden trees, the Mallorn. I wove through them like a needle and thread through silk, with the greatest of ease. Soon I'd make it to the borders of Lothlorien.
I made it about maybe three yards into the forest before I heard approaches from all around, Guardians. I was foolishly hoping one would be my love that I was visiting her in 'Lorien. But of course being that it wasn't his shift I saw know sign of him or his usual companions. Two of them stepped out into to where I could see them.
"Who are you and what business do you have in 'Lorien?" One of them said in a proud and rough voice. I did not know this guardian but I do believe I have seen him before.
"I am Legolas of Mirkwood. I have come to visit a friend her in Lothlorien…" I replied in a soft yet stern voice. A looked to my side as the other Guardians emerged from the shadows of the trees, their bowstrings relaxed. The Guardian who asked me the question bowed respectfully and I bowed in return.
"Aaye, saesa omentien lle," He returned his long bow back into its proper place upon his back, "I am called Haldir. What friend are you visiting her in Lorien, Legolas." He said my name as if he knew me. A strange feeling came over me. Déjà vu?
Murmurs of conversation in our tongue arose as the other Guardians climbed back up to their posts to go back on watch. Haldir motioned for me to follow him and of course I did. His warn, dirty boots padded almost silently on the few early fallen leaves of the Mallorn trees. I watched the back of his head; his golden locks the cascaded down his back and ended about four inches below his shoulders. I didn't get a good look at his face, but I remember his blue eyes from earlier. He was clad in gray and silver, his shoulder covered by a gray cloak that made him blend into his surroundings. This fascinated me and I mused at this for the rest of our little journey. His stern, rich voice interrupted my thoughts, "You never answered my question, Legolas… Who are you visiting?" He did it again. That use of my name.
"Oh, an Old friend. He's a Guardian also I do believe. His name is Earlas…" ((AN: Quick interruption here, I made up that name using some guide to Tolkien's languages. I never learned how to put those little hyphens over the letters and what not. There's supposed to be two dots over the E, but of course seem as how I suck with computers I couldn't do that.))
"Oh…Earlas. I know him. We've had a few shifts together in the past. I see him every so often though, out in about." He seemed to not think very highly about his lover from what I interpreted from his tone of voice, "So you two are friends?" he says this as though he suspects something is going on that shouldn't. By what I gather Lothlorien, most Elves for that matter, are very open minded the affections between two of the same gender.
I did not answer, how rude of him to ask such a question as that! Ridiculous! Did he actually believe I was going to answer that? I snorted very noticeably…loud enough for him to hear. He glanced back at me with an unnamed emotion plastered across his fair face.
I took that very moment to analyze his facial features. His eyes were indeed blue, accented with dark eyebrows that did not match his hair. He had a strong chin, graceful cheekbones, and an exotic nose. He was nothing short of beautiful but his personality did not fit it. This is certainly going to be an interesting stay her in Lorien. I do hope it won't be spoiled by anything, or anyone, I took time out of my own just to come here.
TBC
Author's Note: Yes, a short start. I hope it's not too bad. Positive reviews are appreciated and of course read. I know some of my spelling is extremely atrocious but bare with me! I gave at least two warnings about slash so if you decide to flame me, you'll get nothing out of it. I'll most likely just remove it so I don't have to look at it every time I check my reviews. I hope you enjoyed this and will return for more chapters!