Hey...this is based around Princess Mee...a poem Tolkien wrote about a elven maiden who danced upon the water to see her reflection. I'm elaborating on the story a bit...heh. Enjoy!
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"Some say Princess Mee is a spirit, others say she is flesh and blood, but most say neither. Princess Mee was a myth created by those who are battle weary, she is an illusion seen on the darkest nights with the brightest moons. A reflection upon the water of the sky and the stars. A silvery beauty. They say her reflection only can be found on the glassy surface of a lake not too far from here." The elder elf spoke to the young fawn that listened intently as they continued their hunt.
"What do you think, Eldar. Is she real?" Mounted upon the horse, he laughed a roll of thunder, and turned his head to the young prince.
"Such a question you ask, young Legolas. I can't answer that. For me, yes, the Princess is real, however, she might not be for you. You have never seen her." Eldar looked to the elven lord next to him who's hawk-like features were contorted in a thoughtful and curious manner.
"Some night, Legolas, you may go look for her, go on your own, and listen for her song. Now come, we will find no game today." The elder sped away on his great beast as Legolas followed in a slow trot behind, returning to Mirkwood.
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Princess Mee...the name had brought him through the journey of the fellowship, across the sea, and now, back to Mirkwood. So long ago he had heard the tale, and often wondered of the mystical Mee. None had he shared the legend with, savbe Gimli, but Gimli thought of it as elven hogwash, and on night's like these, he would think of the dwarf, and his kind, and of his words. Perhaps it was the curiousity, perhaps not. Legolas found himself returning to the same willow tree, by the same lake, every night since the Fellowship had come apart in there victory. In the same branch, straing at the water each night. Often he would sleep, fearing that he lost a sighting, but something told him better. On the 60th day of his return to his home, the night was warm, unlike most, and the moon was full, dancing lightly over everything it's light touched. Tonight he found himself perched upon the bank of the great lake, instead of hidden in a tree. He had given up. The prince is never coming, everyone knows that, and now, maybe the princess was dead, he thought bitterly.
"Fool." he spoke of himself, standing and turning back to Mirkwood.
"Oh don't decieve me,
oh, never leave me.
How could you use a poor maiden so?
Remember the vows you made to me truly?
Remember the promise 'neath the willow tree?
Lovey the garland,
fresh are the roses I've gathered
from the garden as I remember thee."
The voice caused Legolas to stir silently as he turned to face the lake once more, and in the shadows appeared a figure, dark, a silvery outline. At first he thought his eyes did jest, but the figure became clearer, came closer, and a sweet song poured from the shadows.
"Here I now wonder alone as I wander,
why did you leave me to sigh and complain?
I ask the roses,'Why was I forsaken?'
Why must I, here, in sorrow remain?
Oh, don't decieve me.
Oh, neve leave me.
How could you use a poor maiden so?"
The song was sorrowful, and as Legolas computed the words, he relized the song spoke of the Lady of Light, of her mirror, and her advice. And then, a figure came into view, the very moon pourded into a tangible form. A maiden danced, eyes closed as she approached the opposite side of the lake. Her hair was silver, her skin so white it glew. Her clothes did not exist, no. She was free to the world as she danced to her giddy dirge. And, as if she were a true spirit, she stepped onto the water, dancing still, and below appeared her identical reflection, and they spun and jumped in harmony, a ballet of beauty.
"Beautiful." Legolas said to himself, in audible.
It was then she opened her eyes, as silver as her hair, and as she did so, a light grew around her body, an aura of magic and mystery. A beautiful being. As fast as she came, however, she dissapeared...fading away...
"No!" Legolas cried,"Mee!" the figure stopped, turning so slowly, an ambiguous look in her eyes, and a smile curled upon her nearly frosted lips.
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Legolas woke with a start. Again, the dream. A dream which occured everyight since he princess revealed herself to him. He cursed her for it, what the other elven lords said was true.
"To see her is to want her."
"She is the embodiment of desire."
"Her face will drive you mad."
"Steer away, young prince, leave her be."
Warnings were all he had been given, and curiosity ruled over his jdgement like most times. He cursed himself this time, and dressed, ready to start another day.
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Ta da...More to come, but please review!(The song above is actually called Early One Morning. I liked it better than the one I wrote originally.)
Next Chapter: Legolas leaves for Rivendell, in hopes Lord Elrond might ease his mind with the answer to his vision. A strange maiden crosses his path, and curiosity ensues.
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"Some say Princess Mee is a spirit, others say she is flesh and blood, but most say neither. Princess Mee was a myth created by those who are battle weary, she is an illusion seen on the darkest nights with the brightest moons. A reflection upon the water of the sky and the stars. A silvery beauty. They say her reflection only can be found on the glassy surface of a lake not too far from here." The elder elf spoke to the young fawn that listened intently as they continued their hunt.
"What do you think, Eldar. Is she real?" Mounted upon the horse, he laughed a roll of thunder, and turned his head to the young prince.
"Such a question you ask, young Legolas. I can't answer that. For me, yes, the Princess is real, however, she might not be for you. You have never seen her." Eldar looked to the elven lord next to him who's hawk-like features were contorted in a thoughtful and curious manner.
"Some night, Legolas, you may go look for her, go on your own, and listen for her song. Now come, we will find no game today." The elder sped away on his great beast as Legolas followed in a slow trot behind, returning to Mirkwood.
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Princess Mee...the name had brought him through the journey of the fellowship, across the sea, and now, back to Mirkwood. So long ago he had heard the tale, and often wondered of the mystical Mee. None had he shared the legend with, savbe Gimli, but Gimli thought of it as elven hogwash, and on night's like these, he would think of the dwarf, and his kind, and of his words. Perhaps it was the curiousity, perhaps not. Legolas found himself returning to the same willow tree, by the same lake, every night since the Fellowship had come apart in there victory. In the same branch, straing at the water each night. Often he would sleep, fearing that he lost a sighting, but something told him better. On the 60th day of his return to his home, the night was warm, unlike most, and the moon was full, dancing lightly over everything it's light touched. Tonight he found himself perched upon the bank of the great lake, instead of hidden in a tree. He had given up. The prince is never coming, everyone knows that, and now, maybe the princess was dead, he thought bitterly.
"Fool." he spoke of himself, standing and turning back to Mirkwood.
"Oh don't decieve me,
oh, never leave me.
How could you use a poor maiden so?
Remember the vows you made to me truly?
Remember the promise 'neath the willow tree?
Lovey the garland,
fresh are the roses I've gathered
from the garden as I remember thee."
The voice caused Legolas to stir silently as he turned to face the lake once more, and in the shadows appeared a figure, dark, a silvery outline. At first he thought his eyes did jest, but the figure became clearer, came closer, and a sweet song poured from the shadows.
"Here I now wonder alone as I wander,
why did you leave me to sigh and complain?
I ask the roses,'Why was I forsaken?'
Why must I, here, in sorrow remain?
Oh, don't decieve me.
Oh, neve leave me.
How could you use a poor maiden so?"
The song was sorrowful, and as Legolas computed the words, he relized the song spoke of the Lady of Light, of her mirror, and her advice. And then, a figure came into view, the very moon pourded into a tangible form. A maiden danced, eyes closed as she approached the opposite side of the lake. Her hair was silver, her skin so white it glew. Her clothes did not exist, no. She was free to the world as she danced to her giddy dirge. And, as if she were a true spirit, she stepped onto the water, dancing still, and below appeared her identical reflection, and they spun and jumped in harmony, a ballet of beauty.
"Beautiful." Legolas said to himself, in audible.
It was then she opened her eyes, as silver as her hair, and as she did so, a light grew around her body, an aura of magic and mystery. A beautiful being. As fast as she came, however, she dissapeared...fading away...
"No!" Legolas cried,"Mee!" the figure stopped, turning so slowly, an ambiguous look in her eyes, and a smile curled upon her nearly frosted lips.
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Legolas woke with a start. Again, the dream. A dream which occured everyight since he princess revealed herself to him. He cursed her for it, what the other elven lords said was true.
"To see her is to want her."
"She is the embodiment of desire."
"Her face will drive you mad."
"Steer away, young prince, leave her be."
Warnings were all he had been given, and curiosity ruled over his jdgement like most times. He cursed himself this time, and dressed, ready to start another day.
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Ta da...More to come, but please review!(The song above is actually called Early One Morning. I liked it better than the one I wrote originally.)
Next Chapter: Legolas leaves for Rivendell, in hopes Lord Elrond might ease his mind with the answer to his vision. A strange maiden crosses his path, and curiosity ensues.