Loved by the Moon

by Artemisa

Legolas is a fair prince who was borned with a very powerful Magic, but behind that perfect elf lies a dark secret. A/U, not a Mary Sue, in fact is slash. This is about friendship, how it can save or destroy at the same time Please R/R

1. Default Chapter

Disclaimer: I don't own them

A/N: This is not a Mary Sue story, I don't like them, so I'm definitely  not writing one. This is YAOI (male- male couples) and although there is not going to be explicit sex, it would have touches, kisses and angst, you've been warned. At first the couple  is not going to be very clear, you'll have to be discovering through the story, but there will be hints. English is not my mother language, sorry for the mistakes. Tolkien described the elves like people who never get sick or feel the cold, in this story they do.

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This is the story of the one loved by the Moon.

Prologue

Dreams

Legolas was having that dream again. Everything was dark and cold and he was alone, not even trees or mountains were there. He trembled when he recognized the dream.

"Elbereth no... Not again" he whispered in despair. The time passed, he didn't know if it where seconds, hours or years, but like the other times the surroundings became darker and darker and a sudden light explosion blinded him for a moment. When he  was able to see again, he noticed a group of people around a figured. He knew some of this people. Elrohir was crying embracing his brother, the twins were wounded and gave support to each other. Elrond wasn't far from them looking with sadness at the figure as Galadriel cried silently with Celeborn at her side. Aragorn was there too, he seemed so defeated.... Haldir was covered in blood, his eyes empty just staring at the figure. There were also four hobbits, a dwarf and another man who the prince had never seen, but they were crying as well. He didn't want to look at the figure, but it was not his decision, the elves and the others started fading and soon he was able to look at the figure clearly. It was a body, his long blond and silver hair was tinted with his own blood, his eyes were open, his face was sad, one of his hand laid at his side and the other was holding a sword that was trespassing his heart.

The figure was him

            He woke up trembling and breathing hard, it was still night and the stars shone on the sky outside the room he was occupying. The prince of Mirkwood stood up and went to the balcony, the night was cold and a strong wind played with his long hair. He curled in a corner and hugging his knees close to him he cried.

To be continue...

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