My first attempt at a Lord of The Rings story without a Legolas love theme. Its taken me forever and a day to upload chapters because Word's not working so I've resorted to using Notepad, which doesn't move to the next line properly so I've had to post it on Neopets so I can then copy and paste it BACK to Notepad and then upload it. Ah the trials. Okay, I do not own Legolas or Rivendell or Elrond or any of the Elves, *though I've tried, Lord knows how I want my Elf* I only own the characters you've NEVER ever heard of and don't appear in LotR. Thank you, NOW READ!
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A chill wind breezed through the forest, brushing back the hood of a girls cloak. Clothed in Mirkwood garb, she galloped through the forest surrounding Rivendell, silken gold hair bound in a tight knot, bright blue eyes narrowed as she raced through the trees, her tail white gelding damp with heated sweat. Her third since she had left, the others she had left behind when she ran them to exhaustion, but there was little time for stopping to let them breathe, she had an *important* mission. She reached back, one hand grasping the saddle horn, the other feeling for the scroll held in her pocket of her breeches. She nodded, satisfied with its presence and crouched over her steeds neck, urging him faster as they flashed down the path merely more than a fleeting blur of white and the snapping whirl of her cloak. ~~**~~
She spun through the gates after much arguing with the gaurds.
"I was sent here! My father is King of Mirkwood!"
"Yes, your highness, but your brother is here already, only one was to be allowed through the gates."
"What? My father said I could come!"
"Well we heard none of that, I'll give the message to Lord Elrond."
"No, I'LL give the message to him personally!"
"My apoligies, Highness, but that cannot be allowed, I've strict orders to-"
"You let me in now! Now, I tell you, Valar help me before I strangl-"
Legolas walked to the gates and sighed.
"Lendrothion, just let her in."
"But Sire, I've been tol-"
"Just open the gates for her, I'll escort her."
"As you wish M'lord." ~~**~~
"I had it under control, Legolas." She flicked her hair over her shoulders and her brother laughed.
"Not before resorting to death threats, Likara how many times do I have to tell you that violence is not always the way to go?"
"A fine thing for a warrior to say." Her eyes flashed. It was an old argument. "Stop treating me like a child, brother, I'm but a year behind you, and I can match you at anything, and beat you at some." She laughed. "Go away Likara, why are you here, really? Father didn't send you." S
he frowned angrily. "He DID send me Legolas! Why doesn't anybody belive me? I've got a letter, urgent so Papa says. Here!" She thrust the creamy white scroll into his hands, noting, not for the first time their virtually indentical qualities. Hers long, slim, soft yet strong from practicing her bow. The only difference being that her nails were longer, perfectly manicured and painted pale blue.
Legolas studied the parchment. It was the same expensive paper his father used, thick and velvety to the touch, sealed with wax imprinted with a leaf and three tiny suns. "I belive you, sister. Go deliver your message." She grinned and leapt off the horse, patting his neck gently and handing the reins to her brother. "If I am to be the messanger girl, you can be the stable boy. Take him to the barn, Faldrif with look after him." She hugged him tightly on sudden impulse, matching him for hight. "I've missed you, you've been away so long." Her tongue changed now to Sindarin. She walked away tripping over her cloak as she hurried. Legolas smiled, shaking his head. (An Elf and she still can't keep her balance.) He laughed quickly, and mounted the horse, the stables were far, and knowing Likara, she hadn't cooled off the creature.
Suddenly, a bay stallion flew by him, a man leaping off and grabbing the reins tightly, jerking the horse away. Legolas chuckled inwardly. "Poor man is carrying around a turtle shell." He laughed aloud realizing that it was a sheild, and a sorry excuse for one at that. He trotted towards the stables, earning looks from the Rivendell elves. (We're so different) he mused thoughtfully. Mirkwood elves, free spirited, deadly strong, yet playful, always ready for a laugh. Where as the the Rivendell Elves were proud, haughty, powerful beings who would rather examine the trees than joke around.
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A chill wind breezed through the forest, brushing back the hood of a girls cloak. Clothed in Mirkwood garb, she galloped through the forest surrounding Rivendell, silken gold hair bound in a tight knot, bright blue eyes narrowed as she raced through the trees, her tail white gelding damp with heated sweat. Her third since she had left, the others she had left behind when she ran them to exhaustion, but there was little time for stopping to let them breathe, she had an *important* mission. She reached back, one hand grasping the saddle horn, the other feeling for the scroll held in her pocket of her breeches. She nodded, satisfied with its presence and crouched over her steeds neck, urging him faster as they flashed down the path merely more than a fleeting blur of white and the snapping whirl of her cloak. ~~**~~
She spun through the gates after much arguing with the gaurds.
"I was sent here! My father is King of Mirkwood!"
"Yes, your highness, but your brother is here already, only one was to be allowed through the gates."
"What? My father said I could come!"
"Well we heard none of that, I'll give the message to Lord Elrond."
"No, I'LL give the message to him personally!"
"My apoligies, Highness, but that cannot be allowed, I've strict orders to-"
"You let me in now! Now, I tell you, Valar help me before I strangl-"
Legolas walked to the gates and sighed.
"Lendrothion, just let her in."
"But Sire, I've been tol-"
"Just open the gates for her, I'll escort her."
"As you wish M'lord." ~~**~~
"I had it under control, Legolas." She flicked her hair over her shoulders and her brother laughed.
"Not before resorting to death threats, Likara how many times do I have to tell you that violence is not always the way to go?"
"A fine thing for a warrior to say." Her eyes flashed. It was an old argument. "Stop treating me like a child, brother, I'm but a year behind you, and I can match you at anything, and beat you at some." She laughed. "Go away Likara, why are you here, really? Father didn't send you." S
he frowned angrily. "He DID send me Legolas! Why doesn't anybody belive me? I've got a letter, urgent so Papa says. Here!" She thrust the creamy white scroll into his hands, noting, not for the first time their virtually indentical qualities. Hers long, slim, soft yet strong from practicing her bow. The only difference being that her nails were longer, perfectly manicured and painted pale blue.
Legolas studied the parchment. It was the same expensive paper his father used, thick and velvety to the touch, sealed with wax imprinted with a leaf and three tiny suns. "I belive you, sister. Go deliver your message." She grinned and leapt off the horse, patting his neck gently and handing the reins to her brother. "If I am to be the messanger girl, you can be the stable boy. Take him to the barn, Faldrif with look after him." She hugged him tightly on sudden impulse, matching him for hight. "I've missed you, you've been away so long." Her tongue changed now to Sindarin. She walked away tripping over her cloak as she hurried. Legolas smiled, shaking his head. (An Elf and she still can't keep her balance.) He laughed quickly, and mounted the horse, the stables were far, and knowing Likara, she hadn't cooled off the creature.
Suddenly, a bay stallion flew by him, a man leaping off and grabbing the reins tightly, jerking the horse away. Legolas chuckled inwardly. "Poor man is carrying around a turtle shell." He laughed aloud realizing that it was a sheild, and a sorry excuse for one at that. He trotted towards the stables, earning looks from the Rivendell elves. (We're so different) he mused thoughtfully. Mirkwood elves, free spirited, deadly strong, yet playful, always ready for a laugh. Where as the the Rivendell Elves were proud, haughty, powerful beings who would rather examine the trees than joke around.
