I only own the plot of this story and characters and places not mentioned
by Marion Zimmer Bradley or J.R.R. Tolkien in their books "The Mists of
Avalon" and "The Lord of the Rings." So I'm not a plagiarist!!
Thank you to Lady Elf for helping me w/ Legolas details!!
Morgaine is journeying through time to recapture the original waters of the pool in Avalon. Supposedly the waters will help to bring Avalon to bridge with the world around it.
New chapters coming soon!!!!!
1 THE JOURNEY THROUGH MIDDLE EARTH
Morgaine's quest had been tiring and she was growing weary of the constant search for the link to the real world. Avalon was withdrawing steadily into the mists, and now only the oldest, wisest priestesses and Druids could find their way through the mists to the barge, and only Morgaine, as the Lady of the Lake, could find her way through the forest. Morgaine had worked, for many years now, back in Avalon to discover the bridge back to find the waters of the pool, as they had been created. Her search wore on, and she had found her spell had taken her to a time before her own. She found herself in Middle Earth.
Legolas Greenleaf was sitting high atop a giant oak tree. He heard the swoop of strong wings and turned to see a beautiful falcon soaring through the clouds towards his perch. Eisengale had discovered an unknown visitor wandering amidst the great trees of Mirkwood. He jumped to a much lower branch in his tree and looked out upon his father's domain. His eyes were sharp, and they stared across the treetops to below their branches. There she was, the visitor, but she knew what she was doing there. Her essence had purpose.
Morgaine felt the cool prickle of watchful eyes upon her face and turned suddenly to them. There was a most beautiful, man, tall and slender and mysterious. After closer inspection her eyes found the point of his ears and she gasped inwardly. Could this possibly be an elf? Her life had been spent protecting the Differents, and the Little Ones, and she had never met such a creature. And if it was so, who was he, and was he of a kind state of mind?
The woman before Legolas was old. She was well into her years, being a mortal of mankind. Why was she walking alone? Why had she entered his forest? And what were her purposes that she seemed to hold to steadfastly?
Morgaine spoke quickly and used a priestess-trick, kept her voice low to keep the shake out of it.
"I demand to know your name, and your person."
"And your purpose?" responded Legolas with a touch of humor in his eyes.
The arrow came quick and it's mark shot true, and the woman stepped back.
Legolas rushed to the side of the unknown woman. She had fallen back and given cry at the arrow's passing, for elven arrows almost always hit the victim of target. But Legolas was a skilled archer himself, and alarm had not registered in his mind when the arrow was shot, for a dangerous game of his friends was to shoot alarmingly close to each other, and watch the other jump. But as the arrow passed close to his face, his keen eyes saw the woman jump back—not fall with agony or pain.
The woman sat up, fuming with anger.
"What is the way of these people?!" She asked, almost to herself. "They shoot at unknown people, not knowing whether they are friend or foe. It is absurd! And my quest is far too important for me to just be SHOT at and then the waters would surely never make it back to Avalon. Of all the things in the world for a people to do…" She trailed off, still mumbling and bursting out with rude comments as she brushed leaves and dust from her long dark gown.
Legolas watched her as he jumped to his feet, marveling at her anger. How could a woman of intelligence (or so it seemed) be so angered by the arrows of a game? True, she did not know of his game, and he did not truly know that the game was in action, himself. But even if the arrows were intended for violence, could she not see the alarm of the sight of a complete stranger with strange markings on her forehead?
"Who are you, if I may ask?" said Legolas, again trying to keep the laughter from his voice. "You have entered my forest, and I have never seen such a person as you. Tell me, what is your purpose? Where have you come from?"
"First of all, I am Morgaine, High Priestess and Lady of the Lake at Avalon. My purpose is to renew Avalon's existence in harmony with the outside world. And I come from Avalon, some 2 hundred years after the birth of that arrogant Christ child." Legolas looked very puzzled, having never heard of any of the people or places she mentioned. "I am from years to come," she explained with a certain controlled exasperation.
Legolas looked delighted. "You have time magic?"
She smiled wearily and nodded. "Yes. And I'll not be giving any of it out any time soon."
Legolas's face fell, and he looked toward his home in the forest. "I am Legolas Greenleaf," he replied. "And you are in my father's kingdom of Mirkwood."
"Tell me about this kingdom. What part of Middle Earth does it occupy? Where are your peoples? And why do they shoot at me?
"What is there to tell? I cannot say much that your eyes would not tell you if you would look."
Morgaine looked about, and sure enough, there were several other supposed elves standing, with great bows raised. Her hand crept towards her half- moon dagger, but fell away as the elves pulled the bow-strings taut.
"Well! I see that you will have me taken by force, then, instead of explaining. Of all the things to hinder an important journey…" she began to mumble angrily. After a few seconds of anger and despair, Morgaine realized that though there was potential danger here, there was no reason for her to let on her fear or curiosity.
She stepped forward, and was guided by the elves into Mirkwood.
This is my first fanfic, so be kind. I also don't know that much about Legolas or LOTR, so be kind and don't flame me. Please read n review!!!
Thank you to Lady Elf for helping me w/ Legolas details!!
Morgaine is journeying through time to recapture the original waters of the pool in Avalon. Supposedly the waters will help to bring Avalon to bridge with the world around it.
New chapters coming soon!!!!!
1 THE JOURNEY THROUGH MIDDLE EARTH
Morgaine's quest had been tiring and she was growing weary of the constant search for the link to the real world. Avalon was withdrawing steadily into the mists, and now only the oldest, wisest priestesses and Druids could find their way through the mists to the barge, and only Morgaine, as the Lady of the Lake, could find her way through the forest. Morgaine had worked, for many years now, back in Avalon to discover the bridge back to find the waters of the pool, as they had been created. Her search wore on, and she had found her spell had taken her to a time before her own. She found herself in Middle Earth.
Legolas Greenleaf was sitting high atop a giant oak tree. He heard the swoop of strong wings and turned to see a beautiful falcon soaring through the clouds towards his perch. Eisengale had discovered an unknown visitor wandering amidst the great trees of Mirkwood. He jumped to a much lower branch in his tree and looked out upon his father's domain. His eyes were sharp, and they stared across the treetops to below their branches. There she was, the visitor, but she knew what she was doing there. Her essence had purpose.
Morgaine felt the cool prickle of watchful eyes upon her face and turned suddenly to them. There was a most beautiful, man, tall and slender and mysterious. After closer inspection her eyes found the point of his ears and she gasped inwardly. Could this possibly be an elf? Her life had been spent protecting the Differents, and the Little Ones, and she had never met such a creature. And if it was so, who was he, and was he of a kind state of mind?
The woman before Legolas was old. She was well into her years, being a mortal of mankind. Why was she walking alone? Why had she entered his forest? And what were her purposes that she seemed to hold to steadfastly?
Morgaine spoke quickly and used a priestess-trick, kept her voice low to keep the shake out of it.
"I demand to know your name, and your person."
"And your purpose?" responded Legolas with a touch of humor in his eyes.
The arrow came quick and it's mark shot true, and the woman stepped back.
Legolas rushed to the side of the unknown woman. She had fallen back and given cry at the arrow's passing, for elven arrows almost always hit the victim of target. But Legolas was a skilled archer himself, and alarm had not registered in his mind when the arrow was shot, for a dangerous game of his friends was to shoot alarmingly close to each other, and watch the other jump. But as the arrow passed close to his face, his keen eyes saw the woman jump back—not fall with agony or pain.
The woman sat up, fuming with anger.
"What is the way of these people?!" She asked, almost to herself. "They shoot at unknown people, not knowing whether they are friend or foe. It is absurd! And my quest is far too important for me to just be SHOT at and then the waters would surely never make it back to Avalon. Of all the things in the world for a people to do…" She trailed off, still mumbling and bursting out with rude comments as she brushed leaves and dust from her long dark gown.
Legolas watched her as he jumped to his feet, marveling at her anger. How could a woman of intelligence (or so it seemed) be so angered by the arrows of a game? True, she did not know of his game, and he did not truly know that the game was in action, himself. But even if the arrows were intended for violence, could she not see the alarm of the sight of a complete stranger with strange markings on her forehead?
"Who are you, if I may ask?" said Legolas, again trying to keep the laughter from his voice. "You have entered my forest, and I have never seen such a person as you. Tell me, what is your purpose? Where have you come from?"
"First of all, I am Morgaine, High Priestess and Lady of the Lake at Avalon. My purpose is to renew Avalon's existence in harmony with the outside world. And I come from Avalon, some 2 hundred years after the birth of that arrogant Christ child." Legolas looked very puzzled, having never heard of any of the people or places she mentioned. "I am from years to come," she explained with a certain controlled exasperation.
Legolas looked delighted. "You have time magic?"
She smiled wearily and nodded. "Yes. And I'll not be giving any of it out any time soon."
Legolas's face fell, and he looked toward his home in the forest. "I am Legolas Greenleaf," he replied. "And you are in my father's kingdom of Mirkwood."
"Tell me about this kingdom. What part of Middle Earth does it occupy? Where are your peoples? And why do they shoot at me?
"What is there to tell? I cannot say much that your eyes would not tell you if you would look."
Morgaine looked about, and sure enough, there were several other supposed elves standing, with great bows raised. Her hand crept towards her half- moon dagger, but fell away as the elves pulled the bow-strings taut.
"Well! I see that you will have me taken by force, then, instead of explaining. Of all the things to hinder an important journey…" she began to mumble angrily. After a few seconds of anger and despair, Morgaine realized that though there was potential danger here, there was no reason for her to let on her fear or curiosity.
She stepped forward, and was guided by the elves into Mirkwood.
This is my first fanfic, so be kind. I also don't know that much about Legolas or LOTR, so be kind and don't flame me. Please read n review!!!