Legolas's Heartache
Authors note: Ok I have two years to complete the story so don't rush me. This story is about a young elf, Liadawn, daughter of Galadriel, and Lady of the forgotten valley. She has a disturbing dream and burns with desire to know more….
Chapter One: A Disturbing Experience
There he was, through the flurry of snow, another elf with crisp white snow landing softly on his long, smooth, blonde hair, the winds violently whipping through it as he struggled up the mountainside towards me. He had a faint glow, which made him look even more majestic. I knew he couldn't see me but still I stared, as if I was unable to take my eyes off him. I felt an odd pull towards him but managed to tear my eyes away from his enchanting face to look at his companions; three in this odd fellowship were men. Two of them I knew as Aragorn the Ranger (who came to visit our valley many years ago) and Gandalf the Grey - a wizard. I knew the other vaguely by sight.
Four strange creatures hobbled along some way behind them that looked like men but only half the size. The person that came after them was a Dwarf. He was a small ferocious creature who hated elves above all other living things and had long, brown hair and a beard. Taking up the rear with a bow and a full quiver was the elf I was so interested in. He came so close to my body that I could feel his breath on my face. He stopped and his eyes moved upwards to study my almost transparent face as though looking deep into my heart and seeing all my darkest secrets.
"Who are you, why do you watch us so closely, I sense you walking around us." I smiled warmly, looking into his eyes, as if I had found something precious I had lost. I reached out for his hand and, holding it tightly, I whispered a reply - "Just be careful" and to my horror the snowy mountain gradually dissolved and listening to the birds singing gleefully, I was back in my valley, surrounded by all my friends, who were giggling girlishly. A strange echo of their voices sang happily in my ears. There were rays of sunshine dancing about their faces making them look even prettier than before. Enchanted by their pleasant laughter, I dreamily tapped my best friend, Leila on the shoulder, careful to leave her beautiful golden ringlets where they were. She saw me smiling at her and the look of warm pleasure disappeared from her face but was quickly replaced by absolute, utter terror. She let out a startled cry and all my friends scampered away into the forest, which had suddenly turned dark and scary. The trees had died, the haze disappeared and I was truly scared. A sudden chill ran down my back as the sound of a howling wolf ricocheted off the towering trees. I stood there, chilled to the bone, listening to the rustling of the leaves and everything faded to black.
A calm breeze swam swiftly across my face as I lay, warm and safe in my comfortable bed. I opened my eyes and it instantly became apparent what had woken me. My father was standing in the doorway to my bedroom shaking uncontrollably. He said nothing but opened the already creaking door a bit more. Behind him was a scout from his mountain lookout. As the scout walked up to my bed, I could already sense that he was worried about our valley.
"What has happened? Surely no one has discovered the valley. Why do you worry my father so?" I demanded. "Tell me for it is my duty to protect our home. I must know!" Very quietly he explained of a travelling fellowship coming up the great mount "Fororu" (meaning silent mountain in elfish). In a flash I remembered my frightening dream and gasped. Then, pretending I wasn't scared, I approached my father, but cautiously, as if he had a disease that I would catch if I went too near.
"Go back to bed father, you are shaken that's all," I said nervously, "Nothing can happen that I can't mend, you know that." I smiled to reassure him and looked uncertainly over his shoulder.
Pulling my creamy white cloak around me I understood why the fur lining was useful. I could feel every flake of snow as they landed in my hair, I sighed as I waited on the mountain for the fellowship that I remember so well. I started to get excited, though I knew I shouldn't be so. I told myself that I was here to protect my home. It was no use; I burned with desire just to see the face of that mysterious elf again. I was distracted by some movement down on the ledge below and as I looked, I saw dark figures of Aragorn and Gandalf the Grey appear out of the blinding whiteness that was the blizzard. I climbed down, still camouflaged in my cream, fur-lined cloak and tossed my perfect, shiny blonde curls out of my face. I trudged forward through the snow looking for the elf.
Wiping the snow out of his eyes, Legolas looked up. There was definitely going to be a long walk to the summit of the mountain, he could tell. Pricking his ears, he listened…could he hear soft footfalls in the snow next to him even though he knew there weren't any? Looking around he decided that he was imagining them but kept alert at all times. He could hear a girl breathing in front of him and as he approached this sound an elf came into view but never seemed to be solid. She was very beautiful, there was no doubt about that, with long blond curls hanging down past her pointed ears and continuing down her cream cloak. Both astonished and fearful he whispered, "Who are you, why do you watch us so closely? I have sensed you walking around us." However, she smiled comfortably and gently held his hand with a warm, sensitive touch. She replied in no more than a whisper, "Just be careful" before slowly dissolving into thin air. His heart ached to know more, his hand still trying to reach this magical elf through the snow, but she was gone. Then hearing a rustling sound on the ledge above he saw her, looking down on him with the wind blowing her hair gently. Even when she had vanished, he had the image of her beautiful face in his head forever.
Ok. the next chapter will be up soon + if you think its good plz R+R!! Plz no flames. I have to finish the next chapter now.
Authors note: Ok I have two years to complete the story so don't rush me. This story is about a young elf, Liadawn, daughter of Galadriel, and Lady of the forgotten valley. She has a disturbing dream and burns with desire to know more….
Chapter One: A Disturbing Experience
There he was, through the flurry of snow, another elf with crisp white snow landing softly on his long, smooth, blonde hair, the winds violently whipping through it as he struggled up the mountainside towards me. He had a faint glow, which made him look even more majestic. I knew he couldn't see me but still I stared, as if I was unable to take my eyes off him. I felt an odd pull towards him but managed to tear my eyes away from his enchanting face to look at his companions; three in this odd fellowship were men. Two of them I knew as Aragorn the Ranger (who came to visit our valley many years ago) and Gandalf the Grey - a wizard. I knew the other vaguely by sight.
Four strange creatures hobbled along some way behind them that looked like men but only half the size. The person that came after them was a Dwarf. He was a small ferocious creature who hated elves above all other living things and had long, brown hair and a beard. Taking up the rear with a bow and a full quiver was the elf I was so interested in. He came so close to my body that I could feel his breath on my face. He stopped and his eyes moved upwards to study my almost transparent face as though looking deep into my heart and seeing all my darkest secrets.
"Who are you, why do you watch us so closely, I sense you walking around us." I smiled warmly, looking into his eyes, as if I had found something precious I had lost. I reached out for his hand and, holding it tightly, I whispered a reply - "Just be careful" and to my horror the snowy mountain gradually dissolved and listening to the birds singing gleefully, I was back in my valley, surrounded by all my friends, who were giggling girlishly. A strange echo of their voices sang happily in my ears. There were rays of sunshine dancing about their faces making them look even prettier than before. Enchanted by their pleasant laughter, I dreamily tapped my best friend, Leila on the shoulder, careful to leave her beautiful golden ringlets where they were. She saw me smiling at her and the look of warm pleasure disappeared from her face but was quickly replaced by absolute, utter terror. She let out a startled cry and all my friends scampered away into the forest, which had suddenly turned dark and scary. The trees had died, the haze disappeared and I was truly scared. A sudden chill ran down my back as the sound of a howling wolf ricocheted off the towering trees. I stood there, chilled to the bone, listening to the rustling of the leaves and everything faded to black.
A calm breeze swam swiftly across my face as I lay, warm and safe in my comfortable bed. I opened my eyes and it instantly became apparent what had woken me. My father was standing in the doorway to my bedroom shaking uncontrollably. He said nothing but opened the already creaking door a bit more. Behind him was a scout from his mountain lookout. As the scout walked up to my bed, I could already sense that he was worried about our valley.
"What has happened? Surely no one has discovered the valley. Why do you worry my father so?" I demanded. "Tell me for it is my duty to protect our home. I must know!" Very quietly he explained of a travelling fellowship coming up the great mount "Fororu" (meaning silent mountain in elfish). In a flash I remembered my frightening dream and gasped. Then, pretending I wasn't scared, I approached my father, but cautiously, as if he had a disease that I would catch if I went too near.
"Go back to bed father, you are shaken that's all," I said nervously, "Nothing can happen that I can't mend, you know that." I smiled to reassure him and looked uncertainly over his shoulder.
Pulling my creamy white cloak around me I understood why the fur lining was useful. I could feel every flake of snow as they landed in my hair, I sighed as I waited on the mountain for the fellowship that I remember so well. I started to get excited, though I knew I shouldn't be so. I told myself that I was here to protect my home. It was no use; I burned with desire just to see the face of that mysterious elf again. I was distracted by some movement down on the ledge below and as I looked, I saw dark figures of Aragorn and Gandalf the Grey appear out of the blinding whiteness that was the blizzard. I climbed down, still camouflaged in my cream, fur-lined cloak and tossed my perfect, shiny blonde curls out of my face. I trudged forward through the snow looking for the elf.
Wiping the snow out of his eyes, Legolas looked up. There was definitely going to be a long walk to the summit of the mountain, he could tell. Pricking his ears, he listened…could he hear soft footfalls in the snow next to him even though he knew there weren't any? Looking around he decided that he was imagining them but kept alert at all times. He could hear a girl breathing in front of him and as he approached this sound an elf came into view but never seemed to be solid. She was very beautiful, there was no doubt about that, with long blond curls hanging down past her pointed ears and continuing down her cream cloak. Both astonished and fearful he whispered, "Who are you, why do you watch us so closely? I have sensed you walking around us." However, she smiled comfortably and gently held his hand with a warm, sensitive touch. She replied in no more than a whisper, "Just be careful" before slowly dissolving into thin air. His heart ached to know more, his hand still trying to reach this magical elf through the snow, but she was gone. Then hearing a rustling sound on the ledge above he saw her, looking down on him with the wind blowing her hair gently. Even when she had vanished, he had the image of her beautiful face in his head forever.
Ok. the next chapter will be up soon + if you think its good plz R+R!! Plz no flames. I have to finish the next chapter now.