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know my disclaimers are boring)
Legolas' Loss
By: Spirit_Saviour
A pair of glittering gray eyes peered through the thick bushes which hid its presence. So this was the creature that had caught his attention…it was stunning.
Wearing a silver gossamer cloak, and not many feet away, stood a tall shapely female elf. Her snow-white hair and violet eyes glowed with mischief and joy, and her beauty outshone the moon itself.
"Akiads deasm lesed sacka geas." (Earth grant me your grace) The voice flowed over to Legolas, pure and full of life. It made his heart beat faster, and feel as if his spirit had anticipated something to happen. It did.
Beams of white light shot down from the star-lit night, until it reached the elven maiden. Surrounding her, they danced as her laughter filled the air like tiny silver bells. A bright ball of light formed between her fingers until it became so intense that Legolas had to close his eyes.
When the prince peeked through one of his eyelids to see if the light had died down– and it had –he suddenly gasped. Another pair of curious shimmering eyes stared back at him. And only a few inches away from his face.
"Who are you?"
The question, coming from the mysterious maiden, pricked at Legolas' flawless pride. Didn't she know?
"I am Prince Legolas Greenleaf of Mirkwood," he replied, a little bit too arrogantly.
"Well then. Greetings, Prince Legolas Greenleaf of Mirkwood, I am Dalia."
Dalia…It was a very bizarre name for an elf.
"Might I ask you what you are doing on my father's private hunting grounds, Dalia?"
"These are your father's lands, elf? I did not know! And I also did not know, that his son wandered around at night, spying on harmless innocents," she retorted heatedly, a short temper evident after being disturbed.
At this comment, pale cheeks flushed in embarrassment. He hadn't expected such an answer and shamefully stepped out from the screen of bushes.
Straightening up to his full height, Legolas stood almost three inches taller then Dalia.
"How do I know that you're harmless, Lady. I am a prince, and look after my future people. You could be one of our enemy's servant, and that thing you held between your fingers–"
"That THING was none of your business, prince, and never will be." Her violet eyes filled with annoyance. She would've expected much more politeness from royalty, not the haughty rude stare she received from this "boy".
Dalia did have to admit that his gray eyes, sunshine hair, and handsome features had caught her attention, but what did he understand about life, its essence…its beauty…–the light.
For the nineteen years she had lived, most of that time was spent running. Running away from her family, friends, and everything else she held dear to her heart. Except for the light.
The light filled her with hope and gave her strength. I had even turned her raven black hair into a glowing snow-white, and she revered it.
Legolas glared at the elf maiden and wished she'd leave. She was impolite, extremely volatile, but excitingly enchanting. Though the white hair could not be explained, he knew she was but in the early years of her adulthood.
Clearing her throat after an unsettling period of silence, Dalia tossed her head back and started walking in the opposite direction of Legolas without another word.
"Wait, where are you going?" Legolas hastily asked. The thought of her leaving and never seeing her smile or laughter again made panic rise from the pit of his stomach. What was he doing? Didn't he WANT her to go away?
Startled by the question, Dalia turned around.
**Nowhere, anywhere, away from here. Can you tell me?**
"It's none of your business."
Looking for words which would cause her to stay a little bit longer, "I still don't know if you're an enemy," was all that he could think of.
"You know that I'm not, prince. So leave me alone."
Turning around again, Legolas watched as Dalia slowly picked her way across a vast field of spring flowers. It was as if a piece of his heart was being ripped away from his body the farther away this Lady became…strange as it was.
Anguish and heartache hungrily ate at his spirit. She was just someone he had met in a field, wasn't she? The earth oddly rumbled beneath his feet. It was probably a heard of deer migrating South, but a barbaric savage language had drifted towards his keen ears.
Orcs.
Authors Notes: This may stink, but here is my third chapter. Legolas may seem a little conceited…mean, but his attitude will change later on in this story.
Legolas' Loss
By: Spirit_Saviour
A pair of glittering gray eyes peered through the thick bushes which hid its presence. So this was the creature that had caught his attention…it was stunning.
Wearing a silver gossamer cloak, and not many feet away, stood a tall shapely female elf. Her snow-white hair and violet eyes glowed with mischief and joy, and her beauty outshone the moon itself.
"Akiads deasm lesed sacka geas." (Earth grant me your grace) The voice flowed over to Legolas, pure and full of life. It made his heart beat faster, and feel as if his spirit had anticipated something to happen. It did.
Beams of white light shot down from the star-lit night, until it reached the elven maiden. Surrounding her, they danced as her laughter filled the air like tiny silver bells. A bright ball of light formed between her fingers until it became so intense that Legolas had to close his eyes.
When the prince peeked through one of his eyelids to see if the light had died down– and it had –he suddenly gasped. Another pair of curious shimmering eyes stared back at him. And only a few inches away from his face.
"Who are you?"
The question, coming from the mysterious maiden, pricked at Legolas' flawless pride. Didn't she know?
"I am Prince Legolas Greenleaf of Mirkwood," he replied, a little bit too arrogantly.
"Well then. Greetings, Prince Legolas Greenleaf of Mirkwood, I am Dalia."
Dalia…It was a very bizarre name for an elf.
"Might I ask you what you are doing on my father's private hunting grounds, Dalia?"
"These are your father's lands, elf? I did not know! And I also did not know, that his son wandered around at night, spying on harmless innocents," she retorted heatedly, a short temper evident after being disturbed.
At this comment, pale cheeks flushed in embarrassment. He hadn't expected such an answer and shamefully stepped out from the screen of bushes.
Straightening up to his full height, Legolas stood almost three inches taller then Dalia.
"How do I know that you're harmless, Lady. I am a prince, and look after my future people. You could be one of our enemy's servant, and that thing you held between your fingers–"
"That THING was none of your business, prince, and never will be." Her violet eyes filled with annoyance. She would've expected much more politeness from royalty, not the haughty rude stare she received from this "boy".
Dalia did have to admit that his gray eyes, sunshine hair, and handsome features had caught her attention, but what did he understand about life, its essence…its beauty…–the light.
For the nineteen years she had lived, most of that time was spent running. Running away from her family, friends, and everything else she held dear to her heart. Except for the light.
The light filled her with hope and gave her strength. I had even turned her raven black hair into a glowing snow-white, and she revered it.
Legolas glared at the elf maiden and wished she'd leave. She was impolite, extremely volatile, but excitingly enchanting. Though the white hair could not be explained, he knew she was but in the early years of her adulthood.
Clearing her throat after an unsettling period of silence, Dalia tossed her head back and started walking in the opposite direction of Legolas without another word.
"Wait, where are you going?" Legolas hastily asked. The thought of her leaving and never seeing her smile or laughter again made panic rise from the pit of his stomach. What was he doing? Didn't he WANT her to go away?
Startled by the question, Dalia turned around.
**Nowhere, anywhere, away from here. Can you tell me?**
"It's none of your business."
Looking for words which would cause her to stay a little bit longer, "I still don't know if you're an enemy," was all that he could think of.
"You know that I'm not, prince. So leave me alone."
Turning around again, Legolas watched as Dalia slowly picked her way across a vast field of spring flowers. It was as if a piece of his heart was being ripped away from his body the farther away this Lady became…strange as it was.
Anguish and heartache hungrily ate at his spirit. She was just someone he had met in a field, wasn't she? The earth oddly rumbled beneath his feet. It was probably a heard of deer migrating South, but a barbaric savage language had drifted towards his keen ears.
Orcs.
Authors Notes: This may stink, but here is my third chapter. Legolas may seem a little conceited…mean, but his attitude will change later on in this story.
