Sorry about the long delay with this chapter but school work has demanded
my full attention but here it finally is. Oh yeah thanx to the reviewers
and emails I loved hearing your comments. Hope you enjoy this chapter
please R+R
DISCLAIMER
None of these characters belong to me they all belong to Tolkien
The poem is not mine but was written by Emyr Humphreys
I found this poem by chance and seemed to fit the story so perfectly I decided to use it for this story. Please tell me if you think it works.
Taking ideas for who you think Legolas' Dad is, so give me them when you review thanx
1 TRUE FRIENDSHIP
There is no limit to the number of times
Your father can come to life, and he is as tender as ever
he was
And as poor, his overcoat buttoned to the throat,
His face blue form the wind that always blows in the outer
darkness
He comes towards you, hesitant,
Unwilling to intrude and yet driven at the point of love
To this encounter.
You may think
That love is all that is left to him, but when he comes
But when he comes with all his winters and all his wounds.
He stands shivering in the empty street,
Cold and worn like a tramp at the end of a journey
And yet a shape of unquestioning love that you
Uneasy and hesitant of the cold touch of death
Must embrace.
Then, before you can touch him
He is gone, leaving on your fingers
A little more of his weariness
A little more of his love,
RIVENDELL
"Legolas."
Legolas spun around to find his childhood friend Aragorn standing there grinning at him.
"Aragorn, it's been too long"
FLASHBACK
Two boys, one fair and the other dark, played happily on the grass.
"Do you promise that when you become king, you will always remain my friend?"
"Of course. No matter what befalls, I swear never to forget you or to lose contact."
"As do I."
So saying they embraced in true friendship. Neither saw the tall figure of Thranduil standing in the shadows, with a frown upon his face.
"Yes, but what I would like to know is why you never replied to my letters. Did I do something to hurt you that you would ignore me so?"
"No. I am sorry, it is too long a story to tell you now but lets just say that it is all my father's fault."
Aragorn looked over his friend, who had certainly turned into a handsome elf, even more so than his lover Haldir. He found it hard to tear his eyes away from those piercing, bright, blue eyes as unbidden feelings stirred up inside him.
Legolas was also staring at Aragorn, the muscular body, the twinkling, eyes and that inviting smile.
"Come, Aragorn, we had better go find Lord Elrond and announce are presence."
MIRKWOOD
Thranduil stormed around the palace, in one of his worst tempers. The Palantir had shown him the one thing he had not wanted to see, Aragorn.
'Why did this have to happen when everything was perfect not a flaw in the plan. But now that Aragorn is there, it complicates matters considerably. Hearts of men are easily corrupted, in search for power. Boromir ..... perfect. I'll be able to use him for my own means and at the same time helping my brother Sauron.'
LEGOLAS IS PACKING
Relief that is over, Elrond was surprisingly calm about Gollum but now I'm worried. A dwarf is joining the Fellowship, fate is so unkind to me. It is not that I dislike dwarfs, it is just they are too perceptive to elves' feelings and thoughts. What if he found out what me and my father have done. What if he tells the others? What will they think about me then? What will happen to me?
Please review now
DISCLAIMER
None of these characters belong to me they all belong to Tolkien
The poem is not mine but was written by Emyr Humphreys
I found this poem by chance and seemed to fit the story so perfectly I decided to use it for this story. Please tell me if you think it works.
Taking ideas for who you think Legolas' Dad is, so give me them when you review thanx
1 TRUE FRIENDSHIP
There is no limit to the number of times
Your father can come to life, and he is as tender as ever
he was
And as poor, his overcoat buttoned to the throat,
His face blue form the wind that always blows in the outer
darkness
He comes towards you, hesitant,
Unwilling to intrude and yet driven at the point of love
To this encounter.
You may think
That love is all that is left to him, but when he comes
But when he comes with all his winters and all his wounds.
He stands shivering in the empty street,
Cold and worn like a tramp at the end of a journey
And yet a shape of unquestioning love that you
Uneasy and hesitant of the cold touch of death
Must embrace.
Then, before you can touch him
He is gone, leaving on your fingers
A little more of his weariness
A little more of his love,
RIVENDELL
"Legolas."
Legolas spun around to find his childhood friend Aragorn standing there grinning at him.
"Aragorn, it's been too long"
FLASHBACK
Two boys, one fair and the other dark, played happily on the grass.
"Do you promise that when you become king, you will always remain my friend?"
"Of course. No matter what befalls, I swear never to forget you or to lose contact."
"As do I."
So saying they embraced in true friendship. Neither saw the tall figure of Thranduil standing in the shadows, with a frown upon his face.
"Yes, but what I would like to know is why you never replied to my letters. Did I do something to hurt you that you would ignore me so?"
"No. I am sorry, it is too long a story to tell you now but lets just say that it is all my father's fault."
Aragorn looked over his friend, who had certainly turned into a handsome elf, even more so than his lover Haldir. He found it hard to tear his eyes away from those piercing, bright, blue eyes as unbidden feelings stirred up inside him.
Legolas was also staring at Aragorn, the muscular body, the twinkling, eyes and that inviting smile.
"Come, Aragorn, we had better go find Lord Elrond and announce are presence."
MIRKWOOD
Thranduil stormed around the palace, in one of his worst tempers. The Palantir had shown him the one thing he had not wanted to see, Aragorn.
'Why did this have to happen when everything was perfect not a flaw in the plan. But now that Aragorn is there, it complicates matters considerably. Hearts of men are easily corrupted, in search for power. Boromir ..... perfect. I'll be able to use him for my own means and at the same time helping my brother Sauron.'
LEGOLAS IS PACKING
Relief that is over, Elrond was surprisingly calm about Gollum but now I'm worried. A dwarf is joining the Fellowship, fate is so unkind to me. It is not that I dislike dwarfs, it is just they are too perceptive to elves' feelings and thoughts. What if he found out what me and my father have done. What if he tells the others? What will they think about me then? What will happen to me?
Please review now
