~*~* A/N: This was an idea I had, so I decided to write it. Tell me what you think, and if you guys like it, then I'll continue!! *~*~
"Immortality," he thought as he stood in line for his coffee, "is very overrated." He had changed a lot in the thousands of years, except for his hair - he refused to cut that, and he also tended to wear the Elvish colors - green, brown, and white. At the moment, we was wearing a pair of light khaki pants and a green t-shirt. He got to the front of the line, and ordered a coffee. The energy it gave him oft reminded him of elf draughts of the past, although they didn't have the unpleasantly bitter taste. He paid, and turned to inspect the rest of the coffee house for a place to sit. That was when he saw her.
He had known many women, and men as well, in his long years, but never had he seen one like that. She had one hand entangled in her long blonde hair - it was her true color, most unlike many women of this time, who changed their hair color as often as they cut it. A puzzled expression played on her face, and she stared down at a very old book; old even by Legolas' standards. The pages were yellowed and crisp, and he felt himself drawn to this book, and this girl. She wore attire rather similar to Legolas' - a pair of khaki shorts and an olive green tank top. Every now and then she sighed, shaking her head, and squinted her eyes down at the paper.
Legolas started, realizing that he had been standing and staring for several minutes. He moved over to her, and, putting on a friendly smile, sat.
"You don't mind if I join you, do you?" he asked, his voice still holding that elvish softness. The girl looked up, as if startled by the presence of another living creature in her midst.
"Oh.. no, not at all," she replied, and slid her book closer to her.
"What are you reading?" he asked, trying to catch a glimpse at a page.
"Oh, it's just some family heirloom. I found it a few days ago, and have been trying to read it. Most of it is written in.. well, it looks like English, but some of it, has these strange words and symbols. Half of it, I can't tell if it's a form of writing, or if someone just got bored and started doodling." She laughed softly. Legolas smiled, and nodded.
"Can I see it?" he asked, and the girl shrugged, sliding the book to him.
"Be careful, this thing is like.. super old." He smiled once again, and inspected the page beneath him. Letting out a small yelp, his eyes widened.
"Um.. okay?" asked the girl, astonished by his reaction.
"I know this," he said softly, exploring the page. Sindarin, Quenya, Runes, and Dwarven filled the page. Every now and then, some of the Common Tongue was weaved in. He squinted as he read the Elvish heading at the top of the page... On Isildur, and the Finding of the Ring of Power.
"In the name of Valar," he muttered, and continued to read. The girl was watching him intently, guaging his reactions.
"This was an heirloom, you said?" he asked, and she nodded. "What is your family name, exactly?"
"Um.. it's a weird German name, half my family can't even pronounce it. Luckily, I can. It's "Hoffeelvin"." Legolas' eyes widened.
"Hoffeelvin?" he asked, immediately making the connection in his head. Of course.. that had been it.. her hair, her eyes. Without a moment of hesitation, he reached out, tucking hair behind her ear. Although they had gotten more and more human and less elven over the generations - they still showed a little bit of a point near the top.
"Half-Elven," he murmered, shocked, and then took the girl's hand. "Come on," he said softly, the girl's eyes large with confusion. "We have much to talk about."
"Immortality," he thought as he stood in line for his coffee, "is very overrated." He had changed a lot in the thousands of years, except for his hair - he refused to cut that, and he also tended to wear the Elvish colors - green, brown, and white. At the moment, we was wearing a pair of light khaki pants and a green t-shirt. He got to the front of the line, and ordered a coffee. The energy it gave him oft reminded him of elf draughts of the past, although they didn't have the unpleasantly bitter taste. He paid, and turned to inspect the rest of the coffee house for a place to sit. That was when he saw her.
He had known many women, and men as well, in his long years, but never had he seen one like that. She had one hand entangled in her long blonde hair - it was her true color, most unlike many women of this time, who changed their hair color as often as they cut it. A puzzled expression played on her face, and she stared down at a very old book; old even by Legolas' standards. The pages were yellowed and crisp, and he felt himself drawn to this book, and this girl. She wore attire rather similar to Legolas' - a pair of khaki shorts and an olive green tank top. Every now and then she sighed, shaking her head, and squinted her eyes down at the paper.
Legolas started, realizing that he had been standing and staring for several minutes. He moved over to her, and, putting on a friendly smile, sat.
"You don't mind if I join you, do you?" he asked, his voice still holding that elvish softness. The girl looked up, as if startled by the presence of another living creature in her midst.
"Oh.. no, not at all," she replied, and slid her book closer to her.
"What are you reading?" he asked, trying to catch a glimpse at a page.
"Oh, it's just some family heirloom. I found it a few days ago, and have been trying to read it. Most of it is written in.. well, it looks like English, but some of it, has these strange words and symbols. Half of it, I can't tell if it's a form of writing, or if someone just got bored and started doodling." She laughed softly. Legolas smiled, and nodded.
"Can I see it?" he asked, and the girl shrugged, sliding the book to him.
"Be careful, this thing is like.. super old." He smiled once again, and inspected the page beneath him. Letting out a small yelp, his eyes widened.
"Um.. okay?" asked the girl, astonished by his reaction.
"I know this," he said softly, exploring the page. Sindarin, Quenya, Runes, and Dwarven filled the page. Every now and then, some of the Common Tongue was weaved in. He squinted as he read the Elvish heading at the top of the page... On Isildur, and the Finding of the Ring of Power.
"In the name of Valar," he muttered, and continued to read. The girl was watching him intently, guaging his reactions.
"This was an heirloom, you said?" he asked, and she nodded. "What is your family name, exactly?"
"Um.. it's a weird German name, half my family can't even pronounce it. Luckily, I can. It's "Hoffeelvin"." Legolas' eyes widened.
"Hoffeelvin?" he asked, immediately making the connection in his head. Of course.. that had been it.. her hair, her eyes. Without a moment of hesitation, he reached out, tucking hair behind her ear. Although they had gotten more and more human and less elven over the generations - they still showed a little bit of a point near the top.
"Half-Elven," he murmered, shocked, and then took the girl's hand. "Come on," he said softly, the girl's eyes large with confusion. "We have much to talk about."