Happy News by Niana
To be completely honest, I wasn't going to continue this fic and just leave it. But when I read it
over I saw a tiny hint of potential so I decided to go ahead and beat this plot until there is nothing
more that can come out of it. (Did that sentence make as much sense written down as it did in my
head?)
Someone once told me that elves don't blush, but I just don't care anymore.
Flashbacks are between ****'s.
On with the literary disaster!
________________________________________________________________________
Legolas walked aimlessly around the gardens of Lothlorien, the flowers and trees around him
no longer filling him with a childlike wonder. His callousness surprised the birds that sang in the
trees and they fluttered away, uncomfortable with this young elfs numbness. He had spent the
entire day of the announcement wandering Lothlorien, not knowing or caring where he went. He
soon found himself wandering along a river, towards a group of young elf maidens who were
rejoicing the news of Elronds marriage. Among them sat Celebrian, pretty and charming, her
cheeks a light pink from the attention she was getting. Legolas stopped abruptly, and turned to
leave. He didn't want to disturb their merrymaking with his grief.
A sweet voice stopped his movements when Celebrian called out to him. "Prince of Mirkwood!
Have you heard of my good news?"
Legolas turned anew, and replied with a forced smile. "Yes, Milady. I was there when your
marriage was announced. I pray you be happy with Lord Elrond. He is noble and will treat you
well."
At hearing this, Celebrian replied " I have long thought him to be kind and noble, but now I
know this to be true, for you and the Lord have grown close in these past months."
And Legolas thought "Much closer than you would think, fair Celebrian."
But instead he said, "I must go and congratulate Elrond. He is lucky indeed to have your hand."
Celebrian blushed further and bid him farewell before her friends started to giggle over their
conversation.
As Legolas walked back along the river the way he came, he realised that there was no anger in
his grief. He was not angry with Elrond for not telling him, and he certainly wasn't angry with
Celebrian, their relationship had been secret, after all.
It had started out innocently enough, gentle teasing and walks in the gardens, but after a while,
their infatuation grew. Elrond had been surprised at the younger elfs lack of experience, and how
shy he was about touching another at the beginning of their more intimate relationship. It was in
contrast to his normally dominant and commanding (though charming) behaviour.
***********
They were sitting by the river in a spot unknown to those who had not spent years exploring the
Golden Wood. Elrond had brought Legolas here on many occasions to share the beauty of it. It
was spring, and the water ran clear and cool from the mountains. The flowers were blooming.
Legolas had removed his shoes and dipped his toes into the chilled water. Elrond watched his
back tense with the initial shock of the frigid liquid, but as he grew accustomed to it, Legolas had
relaxed and lay back onto the green grass, smiling up at the cloudless sky, his eyes far away in a
dream.
Elrond had grinned when he saw the blonde running his fingers through his hair, which had
acquired a rather charming array of sticks and grass in it from its position on the ground. He had
sat next to the young elf and brought his head into his lap, and pulled the comb that held his hair
from its position. He had then combed the young princes hair, looking down at him as Legolas
looked up, a rosy blush covering his cheeks. Elrond had marvelled at the feel of the blond locks
in his hand as he braided Legolas' hair, and then he had leaned down and kissed the prince on
the forehead just to make his delightful blush deepen.
************
_______________________________________________________________________
^_^ So what did you think? Please R&R!
To be completely honest, I wasn't going to continue this fic and just leave it. But when I read it
over I saw a tiny hint of potential so I decided to go ahead and beat this plot until there is nothing
more that can come out of it. (Did that sentence make as much sense written down as it did in my
head?)
Someone once told me that elves don't blush, but I just don't care anymore.
Flashbacks are between ****'s.
On with the literary disaster!
________________________________________________________________________
Legolas walked aimlessly around the gardens of Lothlorien, the flowers and trees around him
no longer filling him with a childlike wonder. His callousness surprised the birds that sang in the
trees and they fluttered away, uncomfortable with this young elfs numbness. He had spent the
entire day of the announcement wandering Lothlorien, not knowing or caring where he went. He
soon found himself wandering along a river, towards a group of young elf maidens who were
rejoicing the news of Elronds marriage. Among them sat Celebrian, pretty and charming, her
cheeks a light pink from the attention she was getting. Legolas stopped abruptly, and turned to
leave. He didn't want to disturb their merrymaking with his grief.
A sweet voice stopped his movements when Celebrian called out to him. "Prince of Mirkwood!
Have you heard of my good news?"
Legolas turned anew, and replied with a forced smile. "Yes, Milady. I was there when your
marriage was announced. I pray you be happy with Lord Elrond. He is noble and will treat you
well."
At hearing this, Celebrian replied " I have long thought him to be kind and noble, but now I
know this to be true, for you and the Lord have grown close in these past months."
And Legolas thought "Much closer than you would think, fair Celebrian."
But instead he said, "I must go and congratulate Elrond. He is lucky indeed to have your hand."
Celebrian blushed further and bid him farewell before her friends started to giggle over their
conversation.
As Legolas walked back along the river the way he came, he realised that there was no anger in
his grief. He was not angry with Elrond for not telling him, and he certainly wasn't angry with
Celebrian, their relationship had been secret, after all.
It had started out innocently enough, gentle teasing and walks in the gardens, but after a while,
their infatuation grew. Elrond had been surprised at the younger elfs lack of experience, and how
shy he was about touching another at the beginning of their more intimate relationship. It was in
contrast to his normally dominant and commanding (though charming) behaviour.
***********
They were sitting by the river in a spot unknown to those who had not spent years exploring the
Golden Wood. Elrond had brought Legolas here on many occasions to share the beauty of it. It
was spring, and the water ran clear and cool from the mountains. The flowers were blooming.
Legolas had removed his shoes and dipped his toes into the chilled water. Elrond watched his
back tense with the initial shock of the frigid liquid, but as he grew accustomed to it, Legolas had
relaxed and lay back onto the green grass, smiling up at the cloudless sky, his eyes far away in a
dream.
Elrond had grinned when he saw the blonde running his fingers through his hair, which had
acquired a rather charming array of sticks and grass in it from its position on the ground. He had
sat next to the young elf and brought his head into his lap, and pulled the comb that held his hair
from its position. He had then combed the young princes hair, looking down at him as Legolas
looked up, a rosy blush covering his cheeks. Elrond had marvelled at the feel of the blond locks
in his hand as he braided Legolas' hair, and then he had leaned down and kissed the prince on
the forehead just to make his delightful blush deepen.
************
_______________________________________________________________________
^_^ So what did you think? Please R&R!