Hey everybody!!!!
I am back with a new, exciting, though not exactly cute story. It's been a while, and before I begin, I just wanted to brush up on a few basic facts that might seem confusing to you at first.
Please don't kill me for treating Imrahil the way I do (he's still a sweetheart)
PS: isn't it funny how EVERYBODY remembers him from the books…
despite the fact that Lego comes in kinda late – yes this IS a Lego fanfic.
Lutilivien - the main character – is NOT Mary Sue typish. You will definitely see that as the story develops
if you are not comfortable, with, well, mature content, you have been forewarned, this story, though, will never be on NC-17 level due to the banishment of that section, the decision, by the way, that I'll never support
Tolkien owns Imrahil, Legolas, and DolAmroth, the rest is all MINE
for all you Fushigi Yuugi fans out there – guess who the boy with no name is ^_^ (from chapter 2)
The way I worked out aging is kinda complicated so listen up:
Elves: 10 yrs is like 1yr until they're 230 (human 23), then they stop aging physically.
Psychologically speaking, they're mature from 170 on.
Half-elves: generally age 2 times slower than humans, and posses superior physical attributes (if 70, that translates into 35, and so on)
Italics – thoughts
~…~ Sindarin
&…&Quenya
^ …^Black Speech
I added one or two species, but about that – later in the story
Enjoy the story, don't yell at me for the characters' numerous sleepless nights, write lots of great reviews and tata! ^_^
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Chpt 1 – the swan
"Open the gates!"
Lutilivien ran swiftly to the window of her chamber faced towards the entrance to Dol Amroth.
She peered out into the darkness trying to distinguish a horse and his rider in the distance. There they were. A mahogany stallion rushed out of the darkness towards the gates. He carried a tall, light-haired rider with whom Lutilivien had shared her life with over the past twenty years.
At first she saw his silver-white attire, then distinguished black hair flowing in the wind. A few yards closer, and the emblem with a swan and a ship became clear to her part-Elven eyes. Finally, that face of a mature, but a still young man appeared before her eyes.
Prince Imrahil was back home yet again.
Suddenly, an alien feeling struck her like lightning. She was not happy to see him; not like she thought she had been before. She did not want to feel his strong arms around her; she did not want to be kissed.
You are being very strange, my dear; she said to herself; such nonsense. I think that I am simply fatigued.
She shook off the feeling of coldness and looked at herself in the mirror that hanged on the wall of the bedroom. There she was, straight like a birch tree, and as one, slender and graceful. Her dark violet, simple gown was one of Imrahil's favorites, but she looked beyond it. Her raven hair was fastened in an elaborate manner on the back of head, and her olive skin gave off an opalescent glow in the flickering lights of the candles.
She was not considered of pure breed, although pure enough to receive the gift of immortality and a noble status as a bride to be.
Almost twenty years ago, how distant it is now…
The blood of the dark Haradrims flowed in her veins, causing her to be more of a human by nature.
She allowed her hair to fall freely to the ground by removing just a single pin. It rolled down like a wave almost crashing against the shore of the wooden floor, reflecting all light around. Many believed her hair to be the most astonishing in the kingdom and that was not without reason; it was truly beautiful, long, soft, and thick.
No. she thought to herself and the unpleasant feeling returned. She could hear Imrahil's clear voice in the courtyard, and she quickly pulled her hair up again, reducing its marvel.
The door swung open revealing the glowing face of the Prince of Dol Amroth. To her astonishment, he ran up to her and picked her up.
"Blessed be the day when I met you, my love! Nothing lightens my heart so, as coming home and seeing your face." he kissed her on the forehead and set her down on the floor again.
"Glad to see you as always, my lord." Lutilivien curtsied and responded feebly.
"What is troubling your mind, my dear wife?"
"I suppose the day had been unkind and I feel slightly weary."
A lie, she thought, the Haradrim part of me.
She forced a kind smile.
"There is a meal down in the kitchen, I cannot join you however, there are things that I must still see to today."
He gave her a loving smile and the only two wrinkles on his face revealed themselves.
The only wrinkles are those of laughter upon your face, she pondered, what hath made thy life so full of joy...
She broke free of the unwanted thoughts yet once again and sat down pretending that she was writing until Imrahil left the chamber.
The feeling did not leave her; it kept on intruding her thoughts, poisoning her mind with senseless contemplation. It did not leave her when she took her evening bath, nor when she talked to Imrahil, nor when he kissed delicately her neck, not even when they lay down in their ample bed...