Disclaimer: I hold no claim to any of the LotR characters, places, or the Fellowship. I only hold claim to Zedantha- steal her and die.
A/N: I have not completed reading the entire trilogy (half way through the Two Towers) so things may be slightly off. Please R/R! No bites please.
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It was the eve of the 17 of Astron. Tomorrow is going to be the first and the last day of my journey to Hobbiton, both Legolas and Zedantha thought. Neither of them knew that the other one was thinking the same exact things.... they didn't have such a clue as of how much they really had in common.....
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"Zedantha! It is time to ride over to the palace to meet Prince Legolas!" Her mother, Lostdringiel, announced bright and early on the 17th.
Ugh, don't remind me Mother! Zedantha thought. This journey's going to be like eating an Orc or some other despicable... thing. PRINCE Legolas with his stuck-up attitude, I'm-Prince-of-Mirkwood theme carrying on. I'm surprised he didn't throw a temper tantrum at the thought of going with me on the journey. Maybe he did... and I just don't know it. He's so ignorant for a royal Elf.
Zedantha said her goodbyes to her tearful mother and her proud father. She whispered quietly to herself as she walked across paths and by trees, upset at the fact of being in the "graces" of Prince Legolas. If only he could be anything like King Thranduil- gentle, caring, respectful, generous, and kind, she thought. Zedantha sighed deeply. And this being the first day, too. I'm going to be sending him flying a field by the end of today.
And yet little did she know that Legolas felt even worse. He felt remorseful and angry towards the king for sending him packing with an ungraceful wretch for a she-Elf. She'll never keep up with me, even on horse, he thought grouchily. And on foot? She'd wake up a hobbit with her heavy, loud footsteps. She'll be packing right home at the end of today- once I get through with her.
It was nearing the mid-morn when Zedantha came upon the house of Legolas. She was stopped at the gate for questioning, then passed her way through to meet Legolas in one of his waiting chambers. She pondered while she waited. Well at least he has classy taste in decorating his chambers. For one so pessimistic, he doesn't seem the one to be having pale greens and ivorys for his colors.
Suddenly, Legolas burst through the door. "Are you ready to go? Because if you aren't, I do not plan to wait for you," he announced loudly.
"Yes, I am ready, and I thought that was no way for a 'prince' to speak," Zedantha replied scornfully. "I thought 'princes' were supposed to be charming, witty, and polite- everything you're not."
"Oh, thanks!" Legolas said sarcastically. "Can we just get a move on? If we don't talk to each other until absolutely necessary, I think our lives would be much more simpler."
"Fine. Horses?"
"Packed and ready," Legolas answered. "Come."
The two Elves unhappily walked down the path to find their horses waiting under an elm tree. Zedantha patted her horse on the nose and then limberly leaped on to the horse in one smooth, graceful motion. Legolas stood before her, completely bemused. He had always thought she was a clumsy one, one who was never blessed to have the graceful, syncopated motions that most Elves carried with them. She proved me wrong this time- and it'll be the only time, he thought. He matched her in bounded up onto his horse and rode off. Zedantha caught up with him, and matched him stride for stride. Legolas almost grinned in spite of their past arguments. Wait a second, he thought. Am I crazy? She's the opponent, in this case. She may be a tough one, but she won't be able to stay focused with me herding her around Middle-Earth.
They stopped for a noon meal, silently albeit, then continued on their way. The two of them stopped for the night near a field filled rich with trees, and they realized the hard part- sleeping quarters. It was still chilly for the season, and it became very cold after dusk. Legolas began to worry. What are we to do? If we sleep a few feet apart, we'll be freezing before morn. If we sleep together, he thought disgustedly, we'll be mortified. What are we to do. Zedantha had no idea. She thought that Legolas would have at least remembered to pack a warming liquid into their packs, or some extra clothing. Little did she know that she was either going to freeze that night or be completely horrified. Soon Legolas stated their conditions to her.
"Zedantha, I'll set it straight to you. We either freeze seperately or humiliate each other together. What do you want to do? I would like to be a little bit warmer tonight, but it's up to you," Legolas stated.
What? Zedantha thought. Is he really implying that he's rather sleep together than alone, cold? I thought there was something wrong with him; now I'm sure of it.
"Well I suppose it's better to be warmer. But can't we make a fire? It's cold out, and heat is the best method of warming," she spoke, after silently thinking.
"The only thing is that there's plenty of brittle, dry bark and twigs around here- it's too dangerous and would start a fire," Legolas responded glumly. "Is it together then?"
"Together it is," Zedantha replied, no more happier than he was. Soon they had packed their things away safely for the night and got under a blanket, huddling next to each other. They fell asleep staring at each other, sleeping in the eerie, open-eyed, dreamless sleep that Elves generally hold. The next morn, they woke up to find themselves clustered together, limbs entwined.
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(A/N: Don't get ANY ideas. Nothing happened that night. *w* Sheesh, it's only PG-13!)
A/N: I have not completed reading the entire trilogy (half way through the Two Towers) so things may be slightly off. Please R/R! No bites please.
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It was the eve of the 17 of Astron. Tomorrow is going to be the first and the last day of my journey to Hobbiton, both Legolas and Zedantha thought. Neither of them knew that the other one was thinking the same exact things.... they didn't have such a clue as of how much they really had in common.....
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"Zedantha! It is time to ride over to the palace to meet Prince Legolas!" Her mother, Lostdringiel, announced bright and early on the 17th.
Ugh, don't remind me Mother! Zedantha thought. This journey's going to be like eating an Orc or some other despicable... thing. PRINCE Legolas with his stuck-up attitude, I'm-Prince-of-Mirkwood theme carrying on. I'm surprised he didn't throw a temper tantrum at the thought of going with me on the journey. Maybe he did... and I just don't know it. He's so ignorant for a royal Elf.
Zedantha said her goodbyes to her tearful mother and her proud father. She whispered quietly to herself as she walked across paths and by trees, upset at the fact of being in the "graces" of Prince Legolas. If only he could be anything like King Thranduil- gentle, caring, respectful, generous, and kind, she thought. Zedantha sighed deeply. And this being the first day, too. I'm going to be sending him flying a field by the end of today.
And yet little did she know that Legolas felt even worse. He felt remorseful and angry towards the king for sending him packing with an ungraceful wretch for a she-Elf. She'll never keep up with me, even on horse, he thought grouchily. And on foot? She'd wake up a hobbit with her heavy, loud footsteps. She'll be packing right home at the end of today- once I get through with her.
It was nearing the mid-morn when Zedantha came upon the house of Legolas. She was stopped at the gate for questioning, then passed her way through to meet Legolas in one of his waiting chambers. She pondered while she waited. Well at least he has classy taste in decorating his chambers. For one so pessimistic, he doesn't seem the one to be having pale greens and ivorys for his colors.
Suddenly, Legolas burst through the door. "Are you ready to go? Because if you aren't, I do not plan to wait for you," he announced loudly.
"Yes, I am ready, and I thought that was no way for a 'prince' to speak," Zedantha replied scornfully. "I thought 'princes' were supposed to be charming, witty, and polite- everything you're not."
"Oh, thanks!" Legolas said sarcastically. "Can we just get a move on? If we don't talk to each other until absolutely necessary, I think our lives would be much more simpler."
"Fine. Horses?"
"Packed and ready," Legolas answered. "Come."
The two Elves unhappily walked down the path to find their horses waiting under an elm tree. Zedantha patted her horse on the nose and then limberly leaped on to the horse in one smooth, graceful motion. Legolas stood before her, completely bemused. He had always thought she was a clumsy one, one who was never blessed to have the graceful, syncopated motions that most Elves carried with them. She proved me wrong this time- and it'll be the only time, he thought. He matched her in bounded up onto his horse and rode off. Zedantha caught up with him, and matched him stride for stride. Legolas almost grinned in spite of their past arguments. Wait a second, he thought. Am I crazy? She's the opponent, in this case. She may be a tough one, but she won't be able to stay focused with me herding her around Middle-Earth.
They stopped for a noon meal, silently albeit, then continued on their way. The two of them stopped for the night near a field filled rich with trees, and they realized the hard part- sleeping quarters. It was still chilly for the season, and it became very cold after dusk. Legolas began to worry. What are we to do? If we sleep a few feet apart, we'll be freezing before morn. If we sleep together, he thought disgustedly, we'll be mortified. What are we to do. Zedantha had no idea. She thought that Legolas would have at least remembered to pack a warming liquid into their packs, or some extra clothing. Little did she know that she was either going to freeze that night or be completely horrified. Soon Legolas stated their conditions to her.
"Zedantha, I'll set it straight to you. We either freeze seperately or humiliate each other together. What do you want to do? I would like to be a little bit warmer tonight, but it's up to you," Legolas stated.
What? Zedantha thought. Is he really implying that he's rather sleep together than alone, cold? I thought there was something wrong with him; now I'm sure of it.
"Well I suppose it's better to be warmer. But can't we make a fire? It's cold out, and heat is the best method of warming," she spoke, after silently thinking.
"The only thing is that there's plenty of brittle, dry bark and twigs around here- it's too dangerous and would start a fire," Legolas responded glumly. "Is it together then?"
"Together it is," Zedantha replied, no more happier than he was. Soon they had packed their things away safely for the night and got under a blanket, huddling next to each other. They fell asleep staring at each other, sleeping in the eerie, open-eyed, dreamless sleep that Elves generally hold. The next morn, they woke up to find themselves clustered together, limbs entwined.
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(A/N: Don't get ANY ideas. Nothing happened that night. *w* Sheesh, it's only PG-13!)
