1 A/n 3rd chapter. I've decided to make this a series story but I'm not
sure about the romance. I thought I'd try an Aragon/Legolas one but if you
want a Legolas/OC once just review and tell me!
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3 Chapter 3~meeting the parents
As the strange and mystical fog cleared they came upon another memory.
As the fellowship looked around they saw a group of elves and horses, they looked like they were preparing for a long journey.
As Aragon looked around he saw the middle-aged elf Legolas sitting on a grey horse. He was talking to the girl Demini and two other male elves. The one closest to them Aragon recognised as Lythenel one of the guards of Mirkwoood.
Lythenel had a darker kind of blond hair and soft brown eyes. He was one of the elves that accompanied Legolas when he came to Rivendell when the Ring of Power had been found. Lythenel was about 200 years older than Legolas and was always there when Legolas got in trouble.
The King of Mirkwood sat upon a great white horse as he talked to his guards and kissed his wife good-bye. He shouted to his son, Legolas, to hurry up and turned and rode into the forest.
He rode hard and fast for three days with the three guards and the prince. They followed the Anduin (The great river) down passed the Misty Mountains and across the fields.
When they reached the forest of LothLorien they were greeted by the guards, the only on the recognised was Haldir. They were also greeted by the king of 'Lorien.
Legolas seemed very surprised when the King introduced himself; usually they would wait for the guests to come to them.
The only thing was that the King of Mirkwood and all the guards didn't seem surprised at all.
As they rode into 'Lorien the king slightly to look at his son.
Legolas was looking around in awe at the sights. The golden trees were beautiful and it was sad that he couldn't be around them all the time. He listened to their song as the wind carried it to the travelling-elves ears.
The song was beautiful itself. It was happy and joyful but had sadness to it that Legolas couldn't figure out. He found himself wishing that he could sing to them, make them feel brighter and more joyful. He, if he could, would have helped the golden woods regain their sparkle. Sighing inwardly he leaned slightly back in his seat and rounded his blue-eyed gaze onto the members of the group.
He saw his father riding proudly threw the forest on his great horse. It had always reminded him how much his father was made to be king. His kingly gaze, powerful but kind voice and his proud walk. All proved that he was born to be a king, ruler and the leader of his people.
He always had admired his father and his position in the kingdom of Mirkwood but felt he himself would never meet up to his standards.
Legolas may never have to be king for there were older siblings that were perfect heirs to the throne of Mirkwood. It just seemed to annoy him that he was always different.
He wasn't different as in he was worse. No, his difference was strange. His skills no matter what they were, were always slightly better, more advanced than the other elves. He knew it and the teachers knew it. That was the reason that he was taught archery and sword-fighting 100 (A/n that's only a few years to an elf) years before the others. That was the reason that he noticed things before the others, why his senses were sharper.
He never really wanted this to be so.
He always found it hard to make friends because he was the prince and when he grew up with this extra gift or whatever it was just made it harder. The elves were made jealous of him because of the two reasons but mostly because of the higher rank.
He had almost jumped for joy when he had one day started talking to a young elfish girl in a tree and befriended her so fast. He had been equally pleased when an elf, just 100 years older than him, had become his friend in archery lessons.
Moving his gaze he found himself glancing at his best-friend Lythenel. Lythenel gave him warm smile as he talked to another of the guards.
Looking onwards still he found his gaze being met with the King of 'Lorien.
A scene flashed before the fellowship as they followed the elves into the kingdom.
As they floated along beside the elves they heard the thunder of horses hooves and the splashing of the rain. Then as quick as it had come everything went back to normal, or as normal as it could get in Legolas memories.
As Legolas locked his eyes with the King of 'Lorien a scene filled his mind.
He couldn't quite place what was happening or what was going on in his mind, the only thing he knew was that he knew this elf before.
A flurry of emotions filled his senses as he looked into the grey eyes of the king. He felt sad, happiness and regret.
Confused he rode on, braking the connection.
As the group of elves entered the main part of the Kingdom they jumped off their horses gracefully and prepared to climb the tall, spiral stairs that were in front of them.
Climbing the tall stairway was tough for the Mirkwood elves, for their three's were only hall the length of the golden tree's of 'Lorien.
At the top though they came face to face with the Queen of the Golden-wood. Galadriel was walking quietly and gracefully down a flight of stairs to meet with the travellers.
As she looked around the packed room (or branch or … whatever) Legolas got that same feeling as he had got with the king only it was more intense and he could hear every hoof of each horse and every droplet of rain.
Hello Legolas, Prince of the forest, a voice echoed inside his head.
The Queen's lips hadn't moved at all though Legolas knew it must have been her. Her eyes were fixed on him as the King of 'Lorien exchanged words with his "father".
Welcome to Lothlorien, the voice said again.
Legolas couldn't think of anything to do but smile and nod.
"And this is Legolas…" His father's kingly voice brought him back and he looked up and met the gaze of the other elves.
He turned to the King and Queen of 'Lorien, "It's good to meet you."
As the king of 'Lorien I made conversation with the King of Mirkwood.
Then the Mirkwood king introduced the other elves in the room. "And this is Legolas…" I meet his gaze for the second time today. His eyes are truly blue, I thought as I gazed into the Princes eyes. He is the Ngalad for sure. I had to stop myself from sighing as I looked away again.
It seems so unfair how the Valor (A/n have I spelt it right?) have place this task on one so young.
I met my wives gaze and I knew she was thinking the same.
The night came and Legolas was given his room. A large room, much larger than his one in Mirkwood and it seemed newer and less used than his Mirkwood one too.
Sighing out of boredom he jumped from the bed he was sitting on.
He walked to the door and stepped out into the hallway. It was as beautiful night and even if his father had told him to rest Legolas was going out to explore the forest.
He sneaked down the hallway and into the forest below.
It was certainly a beautiful night out, the stars were shinning and the clouds were gone, the air was cool and the wind had died down.
Smiling to himself Legolas walked through the golden trees, the fellowship floating along behind him silently but that was because the hobbits were asleep and Gimli's eyes were fluttering closed every now and again before he would force them open. The only person who was truly awake except from Legolas was Aragon.
He floated behind looking around at the calm and peaceful night.
Legolas it seemed was leading them to a small clearing with one tree standing proudly in the middle, he lead them to this tree without really knowing it.
Legolas ran a hand over the smooth bark of the tree as another elf came into the clearing behind him unnoticed.
Galadriel came through the trees into the familiar clearing, only it seemed someone was already there before her.
She smiled as she realised who it was.
It's was quite odd that Legolas could come right back to his birth spot, right up to the tree which he was born under and not realise the truth.
She smiled wider as she remembered he was supposed to be in his room.
Making her face void of emotions once more she walked forward, closer to the elf form in front of her.
Legolas Greenleaf.
Legolas turned sharply as he came face to face with Galadriel.
He hit himself mentally for being caught and by the Queen of all elves.
Galadriel continued, "Come with me."
Hitting himself mentally again he followed he silently dreading what was to come. The fellowship following silently behind.
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3 Chapter 3~meeting the parents
As the strange and mystical fog cleared they came upon another memory.
As the fellowship looked around they saw a group of elves and horses, they looked like they were preparing for a long journey.
As Aragon looked around he saw the middle-aged elf Legolas sitting on a grey horse. He was talking to the girl Demini and two other male elves. The one closest to them Aragon recognised as Lythenel one of the guards of Mirkwoood.
Lythenel had a darker kind of blond hair and soft brown eyes. He was one of the elves that accompanied Legolas when he came to Rivendell when the Ring of Power had been found. Lythenel was about 200 years older than Legolas and was always there when Legolas got in trouble.
The King of Mirkwood sat upon a great white horse as he talked to his guards and kissed his wife good-bye. He shouted to his son, Legolas, to hurry up and turned and rode into the forest.
He rode hard and fast for three days with the three guards and the prince. They followed the Anduin (The great river) down passed the Misty Mountains and across the fields.
When they reached the forest of LothLorien they were greeted by the guards, the only on the recognised was Haldir. They were also greeted by the king of 'Lorien.
Legolas seemed very surprised when the King introduced himself; usually they would wait for the guests to come to them.
The only thing was that the King of Mirkwood and all the guards didn't seem surprised at all.
As they rode into 'Lorien the king slightly to look at his son.
Legolas was looking around in awe at the sights. The golden trees were beautiful and it was sad that he couldn't be around them all the time. He listened to their song as the wind carried it to the travelling-elves ears.
The song was beautiful itself. It was happy and joyful but had sadness to it that Legolas couldn't figure out. He found himself wishing that he could sing to them, make them feel brighter and more joyful. He, if he could, would have helped the golden woods regain their sparkle. Sighing inwardly he leaned slightly back in his seat and rounded his blue-eyed gaze onto the members of the group.
He saw his father riding proudly threw the forest on his great horse. It had always reminded him how much his father was made to be king. His kingly gaze, powerful but kind voice and his proud walk. All proved that he was born to be a king, ruler and the leader of his people.
He always had admired his father and his position in the kingdom of Mirkwood but felt he himself would never meet up to his standards.
Legolas may never have to be king for there were older siblings that were perfect heirs to the throne of Mirkwood. It just seemed to annoy him that he was always different.
He wasn't different as in he was worse. No, his difference was strange. His skills no matter what they were, were always slightly better, more advanced than the other elves. He knew it and the teachers knew it. That was the reason that he was taught archery and sword-fighting 100 (A/n that's only a few years to an elf) years before the others. That was the reason that he noticed things before the others, why his senses were sharper.
He never really wanted this to be so.
He always found it hard to make friends because he was the prince and when he grew up with this extra gift or whatever it was just made it harder. The elves were made jealous of him because of the two reasons but mostly because of the higher rank.
He had almost jumped for joy when he had one day started talking to a young elfish girl in a tree and befriended her so fast. He had been equally pleased when an elf, just 100 years older than him, had become his friend in archery lessons.
Moving his gaze he found himself glancing at his best-friend Lythenel. Lythenel gave him warm smile as he talked to another of the guards.
Looking onwards still he found his gaze being met with the King of 'Lorien.
A scene flashed before the fellowship as they followed the elves into the kingdom.
As they floated along beside the elves they heard the thunder of horses hooves and the splashing of the rain. Then as quick as it had come everything went back to normal, or as normal as it could get in Legolas memories.
As Legolas locked his eyes with the King of 'Lorien a scene filled his mind.
He couldn't quite place what was happening or what was going on in his mind, the only thing he knew was that he knew this elf before.
A flurry of emotions filled his senses as he looked into the grey eyes of the king. He felt sad, happiness and regret.
Confused he rode on, braking the connection.
As the group of elves entered the main part of the Kingdom they jumped off their horses gracefully and prepared to climb the tall, spiral stairs that were in front of them.
Climbing the tall stairway was tough for the Mirkwood elves, for their three's were only hall the length of the golden tree's of 'Lorien.
At the top though they came face to face with the Queen of the Golden-wood. Galadriel was walking quietly and gracefully down a flight of stairs to meet with the travellers.
As she looked around the packed room (or branch or … whatever) Legolas got that same feeling as he had got with the king only it was more intense and he could hear every hoof of each horse and every droplet of rain.
Hello Legolas, Prince of the forest, a voice echoed inside his head.
The Queen's lips hadn't moved at all though Legolas knew it must have been her. Her eyes were fixed on him as the King of 'Lorien exchanged words with his "father".
Welcome to Lothlorien, the voice said again.
Legolas couldn't think of anything to do but smile and nod.
"And this is Legolas…" His father's kingly voice brought him back and he looked up and met the gaze of the other elves.
He turned to the King and Queen of 'Lorien, "It's good to meet you."
As the king of 'Lorien I made conversation with the King of Mirkwood.
Then the Mirkwood king introduced the other elves in the room. "And this is Legolas…" I meet his gaze for the second time today. His eyes are truly blue, I thought as I gazed into the Princes eyes. He is the Ngalad for sure. I had to stop myself from sighing as I looked away again.
It seems so unfair how the Valor (A/n have I spelt it right?) have place this task on one so young.
I met my wives gaze and I knew she was thinking the same.
The night came and Legolas was given his room. A large room, much larger than his one in Mirkwood and it seemed newer and less used than his Mirkwood one too.
Sighing out of boredom he jumped from the bed he was sitting on.
He walked to the door and stepped out into the hallway. It was as beautiful night and even if his father had told him to rest Legolas was going out to explore the forest.
He sneaked down the hallway and into the forest below.
It was certainly a beautiful night out, the stars were shinning and the clouds were gone, the air was cool and the wind had died down.
Smiling to himself Legolas walked through the golden trees, the fellowship floating along behind him silently but that was because the hobbits were asleep and Gimli's eyes were fluttering closed every now and again before he would force them open. The only person who was truly awake except from Legolas was Aragon.
He floated behind looking around at the calm and peaceful night.
Legolas it seemed was leading them to a small clearing with one tree standing proudly in the middle, he lead them to this tree without really knowing it.
Legolas ran a hand over the smooth bark of the tree as another elf came into the clearing behind him unnoticed.
Galadriel came through the trees into the familiar clearing, only it seemed someone was already there before her.
She smiled as she realised who it was.
It's was quite odd that Legolas could come right back to his birth spot, right up to the tree which he was born under and not realise the truth.
She smiled wider as she remembered he was supposed to be in his room.
Making her face void of emotions once more she walked forward, closer to the elf form in front of her.
Legolas Greenleaf.
Legolas turned sharply as he came face to face with Galadriel.
He hit himself mentally for being caught and by the Queen of all elves.
Galadriel continued, "Come with me."
Hitting himself mentally again he followed he silently dreading what was to come. The fellowship following silently behind.