Frodo awoke from a very strange dream. In his dream, he had seen a great dragon and it had said something that Frodo couldn't understand. It had also put a piece of paper into his hand. Frodo shifted a bit and was surprised to find that he felt fine. The previous day he'd been too sick to even open his eyes. He felt something in his hand. He opened his eyes and looked around. Both Elrond and Sam were asleep in their chairs near his bed. He looked to see what he had in his hand. It was a small piece of paper. Frodo opened it and read it. His sudden cry of shock and hurt woke both Elrond and Sam quickly. "Frodo! You're awake!" Sam said happily. He stopped when he saw Frodo's shocked, pale face. "What is it, Frodo?" Elrond asked. Frodo simply handed him the note. Elrond quickly read it and almost fell as he sank back into his chair. He reread the note three times before he was sure he had read it correctly. He gave the note to Sam, who read it and then promptly fainted from shock. The thud awoke Gimli, who had been asleep in a chair in another room. Gimli came into the doorway and picked up the note that lay by his feet. He read it. The dwarf's tormented cries woke up half of Valinor. Within an hour, the whole land was grieving.
A month later, Gimli carved a great statue of Legolas and it was placed in the center of Valinor. Many songs were sung and tales told of Legolas in the centuries to come. Some even tried to go to the Keeper of Fates to see if they could bring the great Legolas back, but few returned. Those that did return spoke of a great spirit that guarded the shores. When the elves that did get to the island tried to enter the woods, they felt a great presence, which frightened them so badly most ran right then and there. They described the feeling as "immense sadness, and a warning to flee." Those that did enter the forest, they say, became the prey of a restless soul, an archer with the keenest of eyes and the deadliest of weapons. One lone elf faced the spirit when he began to enter the wood. "Go back!" It had called from the trees. The elf had taken an arrow to the arm, and had fled. The arrow was given to Elrond. "I recognize this arrow. It was made by Legolas very long ago. He always used this kind of hawk feather often and never strayed from this arrowhead design." The arrow, and Legolas's legend, were passed down for ages amongst the elves, told often by Frodo and Gimli on a cold night next to a roaring fire. "Legolas shall never truly die," Frodo once told a particularly interested young elf, "so long as his tale remains true and so long as his dearest friends remember him."
That's my rather short fanfiction!
Please review and let me know how I did! :)
~ElvenDragonSorceress~
Also: Sorry to all my fellow Legolas fans! I dunno why I decided to do that, but it seemed like something that Legolas would do. I am working on my sequel to "Studying Dragons" and I hope to get it posted soon.