Disclaimer: I do not own Legolas. He is Tolkien's creation. However all other characters and places are mine.
A/N This is a romance for all the Legolas fans here. I'm working on Ch2. Please R/R.
She saw him first at the edge of the clearing. The shadows were receding as dawn etched the sky and a ray of sunlight fell on his still figure, kindling his hair into golden flame.
Arianne paused, her throat dry and a sudden inexplicable tightening in her chest. An elf!! She had been raised on tales of the legendary people from the cradle. From her earliest days she had dreamed of meeting with those wise immortal folk. And today her dream was about to come true! Stilling the quaver in her voice, she called out "Prince Legolas of Mirkwood, welcome to the kingdom of Andal!"
The figure turned towards her, his long legs eating up the distance between them, and before she knew it, she was face to face with her first elf. Fairest of all races, they were called, and for just reason. He was the most beautiful man she had ever seen. Long hair, like burnished gold was swept above a broad forehead, and dark brows shaded eyes of the deepest sapphire blue. Cheekbones as sharp as razors and a sensitive mobile mouth completed a face that a master artist could have sculpted from the finest Andelan marble.
He bowed, as courtly and elegant as if he were dancing and Arianne, feeling awkward and heavy footed before such grace managed a passable curtsy.
" You have an advantage over me fair lady, for you know my name, but I do not know yours." His voice reminded her of trees and growing things, of dark loamy earth.
" I am Arianne of Andal, daughter of King Mithwar. I am your guide to the city. You must forgive that you were not greeted properly by my Father's riders, but these troubled times mean that no man can be spared from the vigil at the Warken Marshes."
" So things grow bad?" he asked softly.
" They become worse with the turning of each moon" she replied grimly, "But your arrival gives me hope. My father did not think anyone would answer his plea for aid."
He smiled and Arianne's heart beat a little faster. "King Thranduil would never ignore such a letter of dire warning. I came as soon as I could." he said, " Come lead me to your city, no time must be lost."
So Arianne led him through the Red forests of Andal. He was a pleasant companion, quick to laughter, and she found her spirits lifting despite the dark times that loomed ahead. Prince Legolas was here, and if anyone could help them it was he.
Her eyes moved to the great elven Longbow that he carried, and the quiver of silver fletched arrows slung across his shoulders. There were legends of the feats that Legolas Greenleaf had performed with bow and arrow.
She looked again at the bow and found her eyes moving instead to the hand that held it. A long fingered graceful hand, strong and sure. Her eyes moved, with a will of their own over his lithely muscled frame. He moved like a mountain cat, stalking prey. All leashed power and barely contained energy. Her roving eyes finally settled on his mouth, wide and sensuous and quick to smile and she wondered, a little wildly, what it would be like to kiss them. What would it be like to caress the little hollow in his bottom lip and trace the delicate seashell curve of his ears? What would it be like to kiss an elf?
