Notes: Completely AU. For those of you who might be mad at me for what I
say about Tolkien, don't be. I think that man was a genius. What I say is
merely for the purpose of the fic.
Warnings: AU, slash, spoilers for the books if you haven't read them. Eventual mpreg. Always In My Heart Prologue
In the world of today, there are creatures of legend we do not believe exist. The races of elves, dwarves, goblins and dragons are thought to be myths of the past, a way for our ancestors to explain that which they could not understand.
From our myths we derive the story of a Ring, a Fellowship and an epic quest. A man named Tolkien, a man with an extraordinary memory, put the tale to paper. He had been told of the quest once when he was much younger. A wandering man had told him of the elves and their glorious cities. He spoke of the Fellowship of the Ring and the War of the Ring. The wanderer spoke to the young Tolkien in the musical language of the elven people and spun a tale history to amaze even the most jaded historian. The late seemed so real to the would be author in fact, he remembered it for all his life, eventually writing it down. Perhaps he forgot about the blonde storyteller from his youth and thought it was a tale from his mind. Or perhaps, he remembered the storyteller but loved the tale so much he thought all should be able to learn of it's magic. Whatever the case, Tolkien wrote this epic tale which came to be known as the trilogy: The Lord of the Rings.
A part of the tale he was not told of however, concerned the return of the elven race. For the elves fled their cities and forests upon the beginning of the age of man. Yet the Ainur did not want the first-born to be forever vanquished from the land they themselves had once loved. So after a long, tedious, heavily weighted council they decided upon what they would do.
From the ranks of those before them the Ainur chose an elf. His name was Legolas. He had once played an important role in the destruction of the Ring of Power for he had been a member of the fellowship sent to destroy it. There was something other though that pushed the Ainur to chose the expert archer.
He had once been in love with a man. This man he loved had not been any man; he was the king of all men. Aragorn, son of Arathorn, had shared the other half of Legolas' elven soul. The fought through battle after battle, determined to stay together. Their love had been for nothing as Aragorn was the victim of a malicious plot to take the throne of Gondor he was murdered three days after claiming the throne.
Legolas fled West after his soul-mate's death, but did not die of grief as many expected him to. He persisted in life helping all those that asked for it. That is why he was chosen for the task.
The Ainur gave their chosen one the gift of immortality. He was now unable to die from grief or be slain in battle. This done, he was sent deep into the world of men to find the reborn soul of his lost love. Once this occurred, they would be given the gift of child and the elevn race would be reborn.
This is the tale of Legolas' perilous and painful search.
End of Prologue
Warnings: AU, slash, spoilers for the books if you haven't read them. Eventual mpreg. Always In My Heart Prologue
In the world of today, there are creatures of legend we do not believe exist. The races of elves, dwarves, goblins and dragons are thought to be myths of the past, a way for our ancestors to explain that which they could not understand.
From our myths we derive the story of a Ring, a Fellowship and an epic quest. A man named Tolkien, a man with an extraordinary memory, put the tale to paper. He had been told of the quest once when he was much younger. A wandering man had told him of the elves and their glorious cities. He spoke of the Fellowship of the Ring and the War of the Ring. The wanderer spoke to the young Tolkien in the musical language of the elven people and spun a tale history to amaze even the most jaded historian. The late seemed so real to the would be author in fact, he remembered it for all his life, eventually writing it down. Perhaps he forgot about the blonde storyteller from his youth and thought it was a tale from his mind. Or perhaps, he remembered the storyteller but loved the tale so much he thought all should be able to learn of it's magic. Whatever the case, Tolkien wrote this epic tale which came to be known as the trilogy: The Lord of the Rings.
A part of the tale he was not told of however, concerned the return of the elven race. For the elves fled their cities and forests upon the beginning of the age of man. Yet the Ainur did not want the first-born to be forever vanquished from the land they themselves had once loved. So after a long, tedious, heavily weighted council they decided upon what they would do.
From the ranks of those before them the Ainur chose an elf. His name was Legolas. He had once played an important role in the destruction of the Ring of Power for he had been a member of the fellowship sent to destroy it. There was something other though that pushed the Ainur to chose the expert archer.
He had once been in love with a man. This man he loved had not been any man; he was the king of all men. Aragorn, son of Arathorn, had shared the other half of Legolas' elven soul. The fought through battle after battle, determined to stay together. Their love had been for nothing as Aragorn was the victim of a malicious plot to take the throne of Gondor he was murdered three days after claiming the throne.
Legolas fled West after his soul-mate's death, but did not die of grief as many expected him to. He persisted in life helping all those that asked for it. That is why he was chosen for the task.
The Ainur gave their chosen one the gift of immortality. He was now unable to die from grief or be slain in battle. This done, he was sent deep into the world of men to find the reborn soul of his lost love. Once this occurred, they would be given the gift of child and the elevn race would be reborn.
This is the tale of Legolas' perilous and painful search.
End of Prologue