I like the way this is going, and I hope you do too. (although I
still don't have a title!) Elvish is in ' ' and thoughts are in !
Enjoy!
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'We appreciate your hospitality Lord Elrond,' said King Thranduil, as everyone in the party followed the Lord and King to the dining hall.
Estel and Arwen were talking politely to one of the taller elves, and Elladan was closely following their father, no doubt hoping to gain his favor. Elrohir scowled, for he hated it when his twin sucked up to their father.
It was then that he realized the beautiful blonde elf he had seen before was not present. He bit his lip. Looking for him was something Elladan would do, but the reason was he was never caught. Knowing my luck, he thought bitterly. I will But before his mind was made up he ran swiftly down the hallways, a soft breeze tugging at his raven hair. He leaned over the balcony that overlooked the garden, and his breath caught in his throat at the sight before him. The golden haired elf sat on a bench, a rose clasped in his hands. Moonlight made his skin seem translucent and his features were stoic yet defined. Yet all the same he looked unbearably sorrowful.
'How does someone so beautiful seem so sad?' he whispered, but he gasped when the elf looked up at him.
Now I've done it! he moaned, but the elf smiled.
'Come here for I wish to speak with you,' he said.
Blushing furiously Elrohir walked down as the elf looked at him. Close up he realized that a bruise was blooming around his right eye.
The elf smiled gently and said, 'Don't worry, it doesn't hurt much. Now tell me, what is your name?'
'Elrohir,' he said, trembling beneath the intensity of the gaze.
'Ah, so you are one of Lord Elrond's sons!'
Elrohir nodded mutely.
'I have heard many things about your brother Elladan, but I find it amusing that I have never heard anything about you before.'
'There is not much to say,' muttered Elrohir.
'Honestly?'
'Yes,' he said slowly.
'Well I can say something about you even though I have just met you Elrohir.'
Elrohir smiled, for he liked the way this elf said his name. It rolled off his tongue like honey.
'You are honest, modest, and kind, if you think I am beautiful even with this.' He gestured to his eye.
'You are,' breathed Elrohir blushing again.
'I have gotten that a lot,' he said. 'But even after hearing those empty words over and over I can't help but believe you. You intrigue me Elrohir,' he reached out and briefly stroked his cheek. 'as no doubt I intreuge you. Am I correct?'
'Yes,' muttered Elrohir, but he was interrupted by someone shouting, 'Legolas come here now!'
A look of fear passed over the elf's face, and he quickly pressed the rose into Elrohir's hands.
'I will see you again?' he asked.
'Of course,' replied Elrohir.
'So until tomorrow then,' he said before running off, his blonde hair flying behind him.
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Elrohir walked back to his and Elladan's room, his mind blissfully empty, except for images of the blonde elf…
Legolas, he corrected himself, but then he was knocked out of his dream world when Elladan came up beside him and asked, 'Why weren't you at dinner?'
'Do I need to tell you everything?' Elrohir snapped his bad mood returning.
'No,' said Elladan before snatching the rose from his hands. 'I wonder where you got this?'
'Give it back Elladan!' hissed Elrohir, his anger getting the best of him.
'Make me!'
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Elrohir walked into their room, a slight smile on his face, as he placed the rose in a glass of water. Elladan sat outside moaning and clutching his stomach in pain.
But across the hall another elf clutched his stomach as he hurled up the dinner he hadn't had, blood from his broken nose leaking onto the floor.
A/N: It shouldn't be too hard to figure out who the other elf is right?
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'We appreciate your hospitality Lord Elrond,' said King Thranduil, as everyone in the party followed the Lord and King to the dining hall.
Estel and Arwen were talking politely to one of the taller elves, and Elladan was closely following their father, no doubt hoping to gain his favor. Elrohir scowled, for he hated it when his twin sucked up to their father.
It was then that he realized the beautiful blonde elf he had seen before was not present. He bit his lip. Looking for him was something Elladan would do, but the reason was he was never caught. Knowing my luck, he thought bitterly. I will But before his mind was made up he ran swiftly down the hallways, a soft breeze tugging at his raven hair. He leaned over the balcony that overlooked the garden, and his breath caught in his throat at the sight before him. The golden haired elf sat on a bench, a rose clasped in his hands. Moonlight made his skin seem translucent and his features were stoic yet defined. Yet all the same he looked unbearably sorrowful.
'How does someone so beautiful seem so sad?' he whispered, but he gasped when the elf looked up at him.
Now I've done it! he moaned, but the elf smiled.
'Come here for I wish to speak with you,' he said.
Blushing furiously Elrohir walked down as the elf looked at him. Close up he realized that a bruise was blooming around his right eye.
The elf smiled gently and said, 'Don't worry, it doesn't hurt much. Now tell me, what is your name?'
'Elrohir,' he said, trembling beneath the intensity of the gaze.
'Ah, so you are one of Lord Elrond's sons!'
Elrohir nodded mutely.
'I have heard many things about your brother Elladan, but I find it amusing that I have never heard anything about you before.'
'There is not much to say,' muttered Elrohir.
'Honestly?'
'Yes,' he said slowly.
'Well I can say something about you even though I have just met you Elrohir.'
Elrohir smiled, for he liked the way this elf said his name. It rolled off his tongue like honey.
'You are honest, modest, and kind, if you think I am beautiful even with this.' He gestured to his eye.
'You are,' breathed Elrohir blushing again.
'I have gotten that a lot,' he said. 'But even after hearing those empty words over and over I can't help but believe you. You intrigue me Elrohir,' he reached out and briefly stroked his cheek. 'as no doubt I intreuge you. Am I correct?'
'Yes,' muttered Elrohir, but he was interrupted by someone shouting, 'Legolas come here now!'
A look of fear passed over the elf's face, and he quickly pressed the rose into Elrohir's hands.
'I will see you again?' he asked.
'Of course,' replied Elrohir.
'So until tomorrow then,' he said before running off, his blonde hair flying behind him.
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Elrohir walked back to his and Elladan's room, his mind blissfully empty, except for images of the blonde elf…
Legolas, he corrected himself, but then he was knocked out of his dream world when Elladan came up beside him and asked, 'Why weren't you at dinner?'
'Do I need to tell you everything?' Elrohir snapped his bad mood returning.
'No,' said Elladan before snatching the rose from his hands. 'I wonder where you got this?'
'Give it back Elladan!' hissed Elrohir, his anger getting the best of him.
'Make me!'
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Elrohir walked into their room, a slight smile on his face, as he placed the rose in a glass of water. Elladan sat outside moaning and clutching his stomach in pain.
But across the hall another elf clutched his stomach as he hurled up the dinner he hadn't had, blood from his broken nose leaking onto the floor.
A/N: It shouldn't be too hard to figure out who the other elf is right?