Disclaimer: I do not own Legolas or anything from the lord of the rings world. Only Victoria and Rialan.
OK thank you all so much for the wonderful reviews but i noticed that some people have been jumping to conclusions. Just to say, this is a legolas romance, and to someone said that Victoria was extreme? well she's very cold and could really be sarcastic so thats why she has been opening up to being more of a bitch LOL. And don't worry Legolas is still the same lovable gentle elf we all know and love. he just happens to hate Victoria for insulting his father.
now back to the story! oh and today i saw the two towers for my 4th time! Whoop whoop!
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"Stupid blonde boy.." Victoria muttered after Legolas had basically shoved her into the room.
Victoria turned at met with a sight that surprised her, though her expression remained unfixed. The room was like nothing she would of thought.. it was beautiful.. Victoria's eyes turned from one direction to the other, her observant eyes exploring the room before her.
The enormous room had pale arched ceilings. The south side of the room that faced the opposite direction of the door, were glass doors, each one open letting a light breeze blow in. Sheer curtains hung from those doors flaring out like flags. Elven ornately furniture stood around the room smelling of fresh oak. Near the center of the grand room was a king size canopy bed, several layers of luscious soft sheets. Victoria with a confused blank expression walked about the room. She stepped out on a balcony and looked to the blue sky.
"Why was I sent here?..." Victoria asked heavenward to no one in particular. A soft male voice answered for her.
"Everyone has a purpose in this world..yours and middle earth.." said the voice. Victoria whipped around to see none other then The king himself, standing before her. He was dressed in long green and brown robes, a circlet nestled upon his golden head. Victoria looked at him with no expression. He sat on the bed and patted down next to him, motioning her to sit beside him. With an uneasy feeling, she approached and sat down next to him.
"I have a feeling, that you do not come from around here my dear.." The king commented with a faint smile. Victoria stared ahead at the wall.
"Yes er your um highness.. but please I would like to know where exactly is here?" Victoria asked finally looking at him.
"You are in my kingdom, once called the great greenwood, now called Mirkwood or the woodland realm." He said. Victoria's eyes glazed over again.
"well..um..thats good to know even though I'm probally in some horrific dream, where I'll wake up in my own twin size bed in London, England... So I'm sorry King Thranduil but I'm going to lay down, go to sleep and wait to wake up.." said Victoria, mumbling. The king heaved a sigh and put a hand on he shoulder.
"I assure you lady Victoria that you are indeed in reality. But I will aquire help from some close allies soon so that we might find out where is it you come from and if there is a possibility that you may return.. oh and I hope that you will learn to enjoy your stay here in the wood." He explained. Victoria simply nodded her head looking at nothing but the wall in front of her not blinking as if her very self was dead. King Thranduil bore a sad frown and patted her motionless shoulder. He got up and turned one last time to cast a look at her before leaving the room, closing the large door behind him.
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Victoria sat still on the bed, curled up into a ball. Her glazed eyes gazed out one of the open glass doors to the diamond filled sky above the lands of Mirkwood. Victoria sat up from her cramped position that she had been in for the past two hours. Stepping out onto the balcony, she looked up to the starry night lost in her facination of how they illuminated like new jewels.
Still looking up to the sky, she sat down and began drawing constellations, and among the stars, her favorite constellation stod out. The Pegasus.. Even as a child, every night she would sit in her backyard tree, having no one to talk to but the stars.. and Pegasus won as her favorite.
"Horse of hope...." Victoria mumured lifting her hand up to the sky and tracing the winged horse with her long finger. And like that she fell asleep under the jewel-like sky.
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The next morning Victoria awoke. She groggily got to her unstable feet and went back in her new room, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. A soft knock then sounded at her curved door.
Victoria walked slowy, still tired muttering to herself and then opened the door. She looked down to see a young elf looking up at her with wide eyes, her arms filled with a pile of garments. She waddled into the room.
"Good morning er..lady..uh Victoria.. I trust you slept well?." The young girl asked. Victoria stayed silent and looked right through her. The young elf looked up at her uneasily and shifted her weight from one foot to another. She set the garments down on the bed. Victoria wearily approached the bed and prayed that what laid before her was not what she was dreading..
Victoria's eyes widenened in both fear and disgust. She jumped back from the pile..of dresses..
"Does something ail you?.." The young elf asked. Victoria spoke though she did not turn to face her.
"These are dresses...I hate and will forever hate dresses.."Victoria said in a low voice barely above a whisper. The elf galnced at her questioning.
"Well miss I find that odd.. In all my 1,300 hundred years.. I have never come across an elf let alone a mortal that disliked dresses." She said. Victoria then whipped around with a cough.
"1,300!!?? your 1,300 years old!??" Victoria squeaked in astonishment. The girl nodded like it was not a big deal. Victoria shook her head again thinking she was going to wake up from this rather odd dream.
"Elves are immortal you know.." The girl said tilting her head to one side. Victoria looked her up and down.
"whatever..." Victoria muttered. Then with cold realization, it dawned down at her..Middle earth.. Mirkwood.. Thranduil..With buckling knees, Victoria wobbled to her bed and sat down.
"I'M IN J.R.R. TOLKIEN'S MIDDLE EARTH!!!" Victoria screamed within her thoughts. She then let out a strangled sigh..
"Well If I'm going to be stuck here untill elf king figures out how to get me home, I might as well get used to this fancy smancy place.." Victoria said again withinn her thoughts, She then remembered the elf was still there and looking at her uneasily. Victoria got to her feet.
"While I'm in denile.. what am I going to wear.. and I need a bath.." Victoria said looking down at her dirty black cloths.
"I will prepare a steaming bath for you. And these dresses should do quite well for the time being." She said already getting out a jug from a closet to go get water. That sentence made Victoria freeze.
"OH..no!..no no no.. There is no way I am wearing a dress!!!!" Victoria cried with cold emotionless eyes.
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"I cannot believe I am wearing a dress!" Victoria huffed standing in front of a mirror, her arms crossed.
Ithlen, which was the name if the young elf servant just kneeled on the floor, catching her breath. She basically had to chase Victoria around the bedroom holding a dress for 10 minutes. The mortal was now dressed in a dark blue dress. It had long tight sleeves, and a gold band of fabric woven into the tight waist. Lots of elves would have loved to wear such rich gown but Victoria stood, smoke almost pouring out of her ears.
"Though you probally would not believe me.. I think you look beautiful.." Ithlen said. Victoria just let out another huff.
"Beautiful my ass!" Victoria said her arms still crossed. Ithlen shook her head with another sigh. She pulled angry Victoria over to a vanity and sat her down.
"At least my lady, let me do something with your hair.." Ithlen pleaded. Victoria let out a groan and grabbed a pillow and brung her face to it. Ithlen watched as Victoria let out a muffled scream. Ithlen began brushing the mortal's long hair and for a minute stopped when she noticed that Victoria became silent and was starring into the mirror, her face like a still slab of stone. Her voice snapped her back into reality.
"I am a stone face.." Victoria mumured. "Am I not?.. your thinking that. It's written all over your face." She commented with an expressionless face. Her lifeless eyes narrowed slightly as if she was tired.
"Well yes..I cannot help but think yes.." Ithen confessed. "Everyone who has seen you has been saying that there is no life in your eyes..no warmth..no emotion.."Ithlen mumured, obviously believing it all. Victoria, with the still blank, unblinking face, spoke.
"Let them say what they want.. It's the truth and I for one can care less what them other elves or you think.." Victoria said almost softly. Ithlen nodded sadly.
"I am the stone wall.. I cannot be broken.."
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"But father!!" Legolas pleaded.
"You heard me Legolas. You are to give Lady Victoria a tour of the palace." Said King Thranduil in his commanding regal tone.
"But she is a heartless ingorant fool, who can not learn to keep her foul mouth shut! She had two nobles almost having a heart attack yesterday." Exclaimed Legolas with a hard expression. The king glared at him.
"Legolas!!! You do not speak about someone in such a manner! You will do as I say!" The king said in an equally hard and harsh tone.
"But!" Legolas started.
"LEGOLAS!" King Thranduil roared. Legolas shut his mouth quickly. He knew better then to push his father. Cursing and mumbling to himself, Legolas stalked away with a huff that could of been comapred to Victoria.
With a angry aura, he stomped down the corridors until her came to her room. Knocking rather loudly. Victoria opened the door, an immediate glare forming onto her crisom lips.
"Must you be so loud barbie boy?" She asked coldly. Legolas just stomped into the room in an un-princely matter. He then turned around to her, and then stared. The mortal before him could easily pass off for an elf. He slowly looked her up and down. He snapped out of his observing when she snaped her fingers.
"Is there something you wanted?.. you must have some reason to have rudely come to my room.." Victoria said. Legolas glared and approached her.
"Listen to me girl.. I am being forced to show you around palace grounds. My father will be observing me to make sure that I am doing all the prince crap and being a gentleman to you. This would not be difficult in the least if you were to cooperate.." Legolas said.
"Whatever barbie boy.." Victoria walked briskly out of the room, Legolas following. Legolas with an annoyed sigh held his arm out to her. She simply stared at him like saying "What the hell?.." Legolas rolled his eyes.
"Take my arm girl." He muttered his incredible blue eyes flashing.
"You know barbie boy I have a name. I shall not move until you have the courtesy to call me by my proper name. Ha, they call you a prince?.." Victoria asked to no one in particular while crossing her arms, clearly annoyed with Legolas. He gritted his teeth.
"Take my arm Victoria.." He said staring straight ahead. Victoria stalked over to him and gently put her arm through his. They walked through the corridor silent, thinking to themselves on how much they disliked eachother. Much to Legolas' dread they passed his father. The king smiled to them. Legolas pasted a fake smile upon his lips.
"Oh how I wish to be in the archery fields with my friends.." Legolas thought in his mind. He glanced back to Victoria. She clearly didn't want to be in his presence. She stared ahead, a faint scowl on her cold face.
He did not hate mortals at all. His best friend in fact was a mortal. Aragorn. But she was no mortal he ever met. She was a silent cold hearted statue....
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A/N: sorry i took a while to update. I have been loaded down with lots of school work so I don't know when the next chapter will be. I hoped you like this one. R&R!! Muhaha cliffhanger!
namaarie and amin khiluva a' gurtha ar' thar..
OK thank you all so much for the wonderful reviews but i noticed that some people have been jumping to conclusions. Just to say, this is a legolas romance, and to someone said that Victoria was extreme? well she's very cold and could really be sarcastic so thats why she has been opening up to being more of a bitch LOL. And don't worry Legolas is still the same lovable gentle elf we all know and love. he just happens to hate Victoria for insulting his father.
now back to the story! oh and today i saw the two towers for my 4th time! Whoop whoop!
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"Stupid blonde boy.." Victoria muttered after Legolas had basically shoved her into the room.
Victoria turned at met with a sight that surprised her, though her expression remained unfixed. The room was like nothing she would of thought.. it was beautiful.. Victoria's eyes turned from one direction to the other, her observant eyes exploring the room before her.
The enormous room had pale arched ceilings. The south side of the room that faced the opposite direction of the door, were glass doors, each one open letting a light breeze blow in. Sheer curtains hung from those doors flaring out like flags. Elven ornately furniture stood around the room smelling of fresh oak. Near the center of the grand room was a king size canopy bed, several layers of luscious soft sheets. Victoria with a confused blank expression walked about the room. She stepped out on a balcony and looked to the blue sky.
"Why was I sent here?..." Victoria asked heavenward to no one in particular. A soft male voice answered for her.
"Everyone has a purpose in this world..yours and middle earth.." said the voice. Victoria whipped around to see none other then The king himself, standing before her. He was dressed in long green and brown robes, a circlet nestled upon his golden head. Victoria looked at him with no expression. He sat on the bed and patted down next to him, motioning her to sit beside him. With an uneasy feeling, she approached and sat down next to him.
"I have a feeling, that you do not come from around here my dear.." The king commented with a faint smile. Victoria stared ahead at the wall.
"Yes er your um highness.. but please I would like to know where exactly is here?" Victoria asked finally looking at him.
"You are in my kingdom, once called the great greenwood, now called Mirkwood or the woodland realm." He said. Victoria's eyes glazed over again.
"well..um..thats good to know even though I'm probally in some horrific dream, where I'll wake up in my own twin size bed in London, England... So I'm sorry King Thranduil but I'm going to lay down, go to sleep and wait to wake up.." said Victoria, mumbling. The king heaved a sigh and put a hand on he shoulder.
"I assure you lady Victoria that you are indeed in reality. But I will aquire help from some close allies soon so that we might find out where is it you come from and if there is a possibility that you may return.. oh and I hope that you will learn to enjoy your stay here in the wood." He explained. Victoria simply nodded her head looking at nothing but the wall in front of her not blinking as if her very self was dead. King Thranduil bore a sad frown and patted her motionless shoulder. He got up and turned one last time to cast a look at her before leaving the room, closing the large door behind him.
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Victoria sat still on the bed, curled up into a ball. Her glazed eyes gazed out one of the open glass doors to the diamond filled sky above the lands of Mirkwood. Victoria sat up from her cramped position that she had been in for the past two hours. Stepping out onto the balcony, she looked up to the starry night lost in her facination of how they illuminated like new jewels.
Still looking up to the sky, she sat down and began drawing constellations, and among the stars, her favorite constellation stod out. The Pegasus.. Even as a child, every night she would sit in her backyard tree, having no one to talk to but the stars.. and Pegasus won as her favorite.
"Horse of hope...." Victoria mumured lifting her hand up to the sky and tracing the winged horse with her long finger. And like that she fell asleep under the jewel-like sky.
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The next morning Victoria awoke. She groggily got to her unstable feet and went back in her new room, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. A soft knock then sounded at her curved door.
Victoria walked slowy, still tired muttering to herself and then opened the door. She looked down to see a young elf looking up at her with wide eyes, her arms filled with a pile of garments. She waddled into the room.
"Good morning er..lady..uh Victoria.. I trust you slept well?." The young girl asked. Victoria stayed silent and looked right through her. The young elf looked up at her uneasily and shifted her weight from one foot to another. She set the garments down on the bed. Victoria wearily approached the bed and prayed that what laid before her was not what she was dreading..
Victoria's eyes widenened in both fear and disgust. She jumped back from the pile..of dresses..
"Does something ail you?.." The young elf asked. Victoria spoke though she did not turn to face her.
"These are dresses...I hate and will forever hate dresses.."Victoria said in a low voice barely above a whisper. The elf galnced at her questioning.
"Well miss I find that odd.. In all my 1,300 hundred years.. I have never come across an elf let alone a mortal that disliked dresses." She said. Victoria then whipped around with a cough.
"1,300!!?? your 1,300 years old!??" Victoria squeaked in astonishment. The girl nodded like it was not a big deal. Victoria shook her head again thinking she was going to wake up from this rather odd dream.
"Elves are immortal you know.." The girl said tilting her head to one side. Victoria looked her up and down.
"whatever..." Victoria muttered. Then with cold realization, it dawned down at her..Middle earth.. Mirkwood.. Thranduil..With buckling knees, Victoria wobbled to her bed and sat down.
"I'M IN J.R.R. TOLKIEN'S MIDDLE EARTH!!!" Victoria screamed within her thoughts. She then let out a strangled sigh..
"Well If I'm going to be stuck here untill elf king figures out how to get me home, I might as well get used to this fancy smancy place.." Victoria said again withinn her thoughts, She then remembered the elf was still there and looking at her uneasily. Victoria got to her feet.
"While I'm in denile.. what am I going to wear.. and I need a bath.." Victoria said looking down at her dirty black cloths.
"I will prepare a steaming bath for you. And these dresses should do quite well for the time being." She said already getting out a jug from a closet to go get water. That sentence made Victoria freeze.
"OH..no!..no no no.. There is no way I am wearing a dress!!!!" Victoria cried with cold emotionless eyes.
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"I cannot believe I am wearing a dress!" Victoria huffed standing in front of a mirror, her arms crossed.
Ithlen, which was the name if the young elf servant just kneeled on the floor, catching her breath. She basically had to chase Victoria around the bedroom holding a dress for 10 minutes. The mortal was now dressed in a dark blue dress. It had long tight sleeves, and a gold band of fabric woven into the tight waist. Lots of elves would have loved to wear such rich gown but Victoria stood, smoke almost pouring out of her ears.
"Though you probally would not believe me.. I think you look beautiful.." Ithlen said. Victoria just let out another huff.
"Beautiful my ass!" Victoria said her arms still crossed. Ithlen shook her head with another sigh. She pulled angry Victoria over to a vanity and sat her down.
"At least my lady, let me do something with your hair.." Ithlen pleaded. Victoria let out a groan and grabbed a pillow and brung her face to it. Ithlen watched as Victoria let out a muffled scream. Ithlen began brushing the mortal's long hair and for a minute stopped when she noticed that Victoria became silent and was starring into the mirror, her face like a still slab of stone. Her voice snapped her back into reality.
"I am a stone face.." Victoria mumured. "Am I not?.. your thinking that. It's written all over your face." She commented with an expressionless face. Her lifeless eyes narrowed slightly as if she was tired.
"Well yes..I cannot help but think yes.." Ithen confessed. "Everyone who has seen you has been saying that there is no life in your eyes..no warmth..no emotion.."Ithlen mumured, obviously believing it all. Victoria, with the still blank, unblinking face, spoke.
"Let them say what they want.. It's the truth and I for one can care less what them other elves or you think.." Victoria said almost softly. Ithlen nodded sadly.
"I am the stone wall.. I cannot be broken.."
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"But father!!" Legolas pleaded.
"You heard me Legolas. You are to give Lady Victoria a tour of the palace." Said King Thranduil in his commanding regal tone.
"But she is a heartless ingorant fool, who can not learn to keep her foul mouth shut! She had two nobles almost having a heart attack yesterday." Exclaimed Legolas with a hard expression. The king glared at him.
"Legolas!!! You do not speak about someone in such a manner! You will do as I say!" The king said in an equally hard and harsh tone.
"But!" Legolas started.
"LEGOLAS!" King Thranduil roared. Legolas shut his mouth quickly. He knew better then to push his father. Cursing and mumbling to himself, Legolas stalked away with a huff that could of been comapred to Victoria.
With a angry aura, he stomped down the corridors until her came to her room. Knocking rather loudly. Victoria opened the door, an immediate glare forming onto her crisom lips.
"Must you be so loud barbie boy?" She asked coldly. Legolas just stomped into the room in an un-princely matter. He then turned around to her, and then stared. The mortal before him could easily pass off for an elf. He slowly looked her up and down. He snapped out of his observing when she snaped her fingers.
"Is there something you wanted?.. you must have some reason to have rudely come to my room.." Victoria said. Legolas glared and approached her.
"Listen to me girl.. I am being forced to show you around palace grounds. My father will be observing me to make sure that I am doing all the prince crap and being a gentleman to you. This would not be difficult in the least if you were to cooperate.." Legolas said.
"Whatever barbie boy.." Victoria walked briskly out of the room, Legolas following. Legolas with an annoyed sigh held his arm out to her. She simply stared at him like saying "What the hell?.." Legolas rolled his eyes.
"Take my arm girl." He muttered his incredible blue eyes flashing.
"You know barbie boy I have a name. I shall not move until you have the courtesy to call me by my proper name. Ha, they call you a prince?.." Victoria asked to no one in particular while crossing her arms, clearly annoyed with Legolas. He gritted his teeth.
"Take my arm Victoria.." He said staring straight ahead. Victoria stalked over to him and gently put her arm through his. They walked through the corridor silent, thinking to themselves on how much they disliked eachother. Much to Legolas' dread they passed his father. The king smiled to them. Legolas pasted a fake smile upon his lips.
"Oh how I wish to be in the archery fields with my friends.." Legolas thought in his mind. He glanced back to Victoria. She clearly didn't want to be in his presence. She stared ahead, a faint scowl on her cold face.
He did not hate mortals at all. His best friend in fact was a mortal. Aragorn. But she was no mortal he ever met. She was a silent cold hearted statue....
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A/N: sorry i took a while to update. I have been loaded down with lots of school work so I don't know when the next chapter will be. I hoped you like this one. R&R!! Muhaha cliffhanger!
namaarie and amin khiluva a' gurtha ar' thar..