None of the original characters such as Legolas, Thranduil and Elrond am I trying to steal. They all belong to John Ronald Reul Tolkien, and I think his son Christopher Tolkien also. The only characters that are mine and mine alone are the ones that I have completely made up, such as Legolas's lover (who is coming soon because I have not gotten that far and I do not know her name but I think it might be Evine with a long I) and others that I will make up and have made up. Bear with me here, because you simply must understand that I am not yet finished reading the Trilogy, so if I get something wrong or inaccurate, please tell me. Thank you. DO NOT COPY THIS!! First of all, you do not want the wrath of Sauron unleashed upon you, and besides, it is bad karma.
III
Rivendell
"Rivendell," he stated, savoring the pureness and sweetness of the word.
With tears of joy in his eyes, Legolas hurried down the slope of the last and largest Misty Mountain. Legolas was extremely overjoyed and relieved to have come upon an Elf-friendly place, and began to run excitedly towards its Great White Gate, similar to the Gate you'd imagine would guard the Afterlife.
As he neared the entrance, he could hear joyful laughter and beautiful voices singing merry songs. His senses seemed to be cleared, and he felt his wounds refreshed and healed. He also felt cleaner as the dirt on his skin vanished miraculously.
Legolas looked down at the ground to see colorful flowers blossoming before him and even the air he breathed refreshed his mind and body.
He turned to the side and faced the wind and bright morning Sun. The warm wind felt so wonderful on his face. It dried his tears and refreshed his spirit as he bounded towards the Gate. Like magic, the Gates opened as if they expected Legolas's coming and slowly the old city was revealed to him for the first time.
Legolas gazed at the white city with growing wonder, vaster and more splendid than anything he had ever dreamed of; greater and stronger than Mirkwood, and far more beautiful. Taking in the sites eagerly, his feet felt lighter and lighter as he walked along the silver path that awaited him. He saw the Fairest Elves he'd ever seen yet they looked rather similar to Legolas. When he was in Greenwood, he was surrounded by darker Elves with dark hair and skin, but only the Royal Elves looked like Legolas. With hair like spun flax and the color of grain that reflected the rising sun, Legolas felt an inner peace and tranquility that welcomed him into where he felt finally at home.
"Welcome to Rivendell," said the most beautiful Elf he had ever seen. She startled him, and looked different than the others. She had dark brown hair and blue eyes, unlike Legolas and the other High Elves of Greenwood. Though she had very fair white skin, like porcelain, that distinguished her as a High Elf. She also had a royal pure aura that surrounded her. Just her presence gave one a comforting vibe.
"Hello," answered Legolas, completely speechless and starstruck. His voice and hers seemed musical now, and very pleasant, almost addicting.
"You are a newcomer to Rivendell. Troubles back home have sent you here." She paused. "You are filled with great sorrow and much grief," She put her hand on his cheek, to comfort him, and it sent shivers up his spine. "But do not fret any longer, for you will rest easy here." She pulled her hand away and Legolas felt the urge to pull it back, but he did not.
"Thank you for your hospitality, but I do not plan on staying long, as much as I would like to. I simply - can't." He looked away.
"Yes, you are very restless. Something stirs in your heart," she looked him, probing his mind gently. Her face softened. "You are very tired. Come, let me show you your rooms in the House of my husband, Elrond."
Legolas looked astonished. "You are Celebrían, husband to Elrond, and daughter of Celeborn!"
"Yes, this is true. And mother to Elladin and Elohir, sons of Elrond. And a third," She said as she looked down and rubbed her stomach affectionately.
Legolas smiled. "Have you named your third yet?"
"No, for we do not yet know the gender. But if it is a male, we shall call him Elendil, after one of the three Elven Ring-Bearers."
"And if it is a girl?" Asked Legolas curiously.
"Then Arwen Undómiel."
"Ah, that is a beautiful name. It fills me with great peace," said Legolas.
"Thank you, now come with me, I will show you to your rooms."
Legolas followed obediently, and smelled her trail of perfume that was very pleasant to his sensitive nose.
He looked around and was greeted by the charming and welcoming faces of the other Elves.
"This is such a beautiful place," he said aloud.
"Yes, yes it is. Rivendell has been around for thousands of years. Since before most of us. Few who saw its construction are still alive today."
Legolas could not help himself when he saw a beautiful flower before him, and bent down to pluck it. He stood amazed as it grew back instantaneously, like new.
"This place renews itself on its own. It is a living being. `Tis a magical place," said Celebrían.
Legolas looked at the flower, and then at the one he held in his hand. "Yes, it is very magical." He smiled.
III
Rivendell
"Rivendell," he stated, savoring the pureness and sweetness of the word.
With tears of joy in his eyes, Legolas hurried down the slope of the last and largest Misty Mountain. Legolas was extremely overjoyed and relieved to have come upon an Elf-friendly place, and began to run excitedly towards its Great White Gate, similar to the Gate you'd imagine would guard the Afterlife.
As he neared the entrance, he could hear joyful laughter and beautiful voices singing merry songs. His senses seemed to be cleared, and he felt his wounds refreshed and healed. He also felt cleaner as the dirt on his skin vanished miraculously.
Legolas looked down at the ground to see colorful flowers blossoming before him and even the air he breathed refreshed his mind and body.
He turned to the side and faced the wind and bright morning Sun. The warm wind felt so wonderful on his face. It dried his tears and refreshed his spirit as he bounded towards the Gate. Like magic, the Gates opened as if they expected Legolas's coming and slowly the old city was revealed to him for the first time.
Legolas gazed at the white city with growing wonder, vaster and more splendid than anything he had ever dreamed of; greater and stronger than Mirkwood, and far more beautiful. Taking in the sites eagerly, his feet felt lighter and lighter as he walked along the silver path that awaited him. He saw the Fairest Elves he'd ever seen yet they looked rather similar to Legolas. When he was in Greenwood, he was surrounded by darker Elves with dark hair and skin, but only the Royal Elves looked like Legolas. With hair like spun flax and the color of grain that reflected the rising sun, Legolas felt an inner peace and tranquility that welcomed him into where he felt finally at home.
"Welcome to Rivendell," said the most beautiful Elf he had ever seen. She startled him, and looked different than the others. She had dark brown hair and blue eyes, unlike Legolas and the other High Elves of Greenwood. Though she had very fair white skin, like porcelain, that distinguished her as a High Elf. She also had a royal pure aura that surrounded her. Just her presence gave one a comforting vibe.
"Hello," answered Legolas, completely speechless and starstruck. His voice and hers seemed musical now, and very pleasant, almost addicting.
"You are a newcomer to Rivendell. Troubles back home have sent you here." She paused. "You are filled with great sorrow and much grief," She put her hand on his cheek, to comfort him, and it sent shivers up his spine. "But do not fret any longer, for you will rest easy here." She pulled her hand away and Legolas felt the urge to pull it back, but he did not.
"Thank you for your hospitality, but I do not plan on staying long, as much as I would like to. I simply - can't." He looked away.
"Yes, you are very restless. Something stirs in your heart," she looked him, probing his mind gently. Her face softened. "You are very tired. Come, let me show you your rooms in the House of my husband, Elrond."
Legolas looked astonished. "You are Celebrían, husband to Elrond, and daughter of Celeborn!"
"Yes, this is true. And mother to Elladin and Elohir, sons of Elrond. And a third," She said as she looked down and rubbed her stomach affectionately.
Legolas smiled. "Have you named your third yet?"
"No, for we do not yet know the gender. But if it is a male, we shall call him Elendil, after one of the three Elven Ring-Bearers."
"And if it is a girl?" Asked Legolas curiously.
"Then Arwen Undómiel."
"Ah, that is a beautiful name. It fills me with great peace," said Legolas.
"Thank you, now come with me, I will show you to your rooms."
Legolas followed obediently, and smelled her trail of perfume that was very pleasant to his sensitive nose.
He looked around and was greeted by the charming and welcoming faces of the other Elves.
"This is such a beautiful place," he said aloud.
"Yes, yes it is. Rivendell has been around for thousands of years. Since before most of us. Few who saw its construction are still alive today."
Legolas could not help himself when he saw a beautiful flower before him, and bent down to pluck it. He stood amazed as it grew back instantaneously, like new.
"This place renews itself on its own. It is a living being. `Tis a magical place," said Celebrían.
Legolas looked at the flower, and then at the one he held in his hand. "Yes, it is very magical." He smiled.