Disclaimer: I do not by any means own and of Tolkien's characters. Those
do include Celebrian,
Arwen, Legolas, Elrond, Thranduil, and any others that are mentioned.
Author's Note: I've mentioned before that I'm not directly following events in the books or ages..though I'm trying not to be too far off with the ages. I'm just reinforcing this because I've recieved a review telling me that I'm incredibly off and that none of this could've ever happened. Hence the reason it is called a "fan fiction". :) And now, sorry for the delay in bringing you this next chapter, I couldn't figure out where to start it off. Without further delay from my ramblings, here is chapter 4! Yay!
Chapter 4: Visons of Imladris
Arwen stretched groggily and sat up in her bed. Sunlight streamed though the window making the morning dew sparkle like gems. Today was the day of her 600th birthday. She grinned and hopped out of bed.
"Arwen! Come down for breakfast, we're starving and Father says we can't eat without you!" yelled Elladan behind the carved wooden door.
"I'm coming!" she replied, pulling a flowing blue gown over her head.
Arwen heard her brother's footsteps fade away.
The twins had growns out of tormenting their younger sister and had now become merely over protective of her. They refused to leave her alone with Legolas whenever he and his father came to visit.
A slight smile graced Arwen's face as the thought of her best friend came to mind. He would be in Imladris today to celebrate her birthday with her.
Quickly running a brush through her thick brown hair, Arwen descended to the main floor of the Last Homely House. She came to the Feasting Hall and walked inside.
"Good morning Mother, Father." She bent and hugged and kissed her parents.
"Good morning Undomiel." Celebrian smiled
Elrond hugged his daughter tightly. "She's growing up so quickly!" he thought.
The family ate and talked for a while until it was almost noon.
"Legolas and Thranduil should be here soon if you'd like to go and wait for them, Arwen." said Celebrian.
"And I'll accompany you." Elrond stood and he and his daughter walked side by side out the door, to await thei visitors.
* * *
"Legolas! Hurry up! We must leave soon!" Legolas heard his father bellow.
"Half a moment!" he replied.
The young Elf had grown into a handsom one. HIs slick blonde hair was pulled back in its usual fashion and his bright blue eyes held an excited sparkle. Today was Arwen's birthday and he had the perfect gift for her.
"Legolas!"
Sighing and rolling his eyes, Legolas ran down to where his father where two horses were waiting. He took the reigns if his pure white stallion, Brehtil. Stroking Brethil's muzzle briefly in greeting, Legolas sprang onto his back and Thranduil followed suit.
The two were off. Legolas sank into his own thoughts, his heart beating to the rythm of his mount's pounding hooves.
It'd been two months since he'd last seen Rivendell; two months since he'd seen his best friend. Legolas found his mind wandering to Arwen and felt his stomache flutter. He'd become accustomed to this feeling and had given up trying to analyze it since early in his childhood.
"Legolas? Son?"
Legolas snapped out of his reverie and turned to his father.
"Y- yes?" he answered, clearing his mind of all visions of Imladris.
Thranduil smiled and studied his son for a moment. "Are you alright? Your mind seems to be elsewhere."
"I'm fine. I was just...thinking, that's all." Legolas smiled reassuringly at his father.
"Thinking is a healthy task. What were you pondering?"
Thranduil had felt something distant in his son's reply.
"Oh. N-nothing." Legolas replied. He felt a burst of heat in his cheeks.
Thranduil cocked an eyebrow. " Really? You're flushed, are you feeling well?"
"I'm fine, Father. Shall we have a change of pace?" Legolas spurred his horse into a gallop, escaping the subject of his confusing thoughts for a while.
Thranduil watched his son for a moment and then followed after him.
* * *
A little while later, Arwen heard the sound of approaching hoof- beats. Excitement surged throughout her and she felt tingly all over. She didn't quite understand the tingling feeling, but she pushed the thought aside for the time being.
A moment later two horses appeared; one white, the other a deep chocolate brown. Arwen immediately recognized the white one to be Legolas's steed, Brethil.
Elrond snuck a sidelong glance at his daughter and smiled in spite of himself. She was watching the approaching horses intently and he could see her attempting to hide a smile of her own.
"Excited?" he asked.
Arwen merely nodded.
Very soon the two horses were upon them.
"Legolas!' Arwen called with a grin.
Legolas hopped off his horse quickly and walked over to her. " Arwen!" he grinned and stumbled .
Arwen laughed and he smiled sheepishly in return, that strange feeling making itself present once again. Arwen threw her arms around Legolas in a quick hug.
Elrond and Thranduil greeted one another and their children and then made their way up to the front doors of The Last Homely House. Arwen and Legoals followed slowly a couple of yards behind them, chatting ceaselessly.
Thranduil glanced over his shoulder at the two younger Elves and shook his head wonderingly, a smile on his face. " Those to are really something."
Elrond glanced at his friend. " Yes, they are."
A/N: Yay! Another chapter up! I'll try and write the next one quicker...and reviews will inspire me! Hint hint! Thanks for reading!
~*WaNdA*~
Author's Note: I've mentioned before that I'm not directly following events in the books or ages..though I'm trying not to be too far off with the ages. I'm just reinforcing this because I've recieved a review telling me that I'm incredibly off and that none of this could've ever happened. Hence the reason it is called a "fan fiction". :) And now, sorry for the delay in bringing you this next chapter, I couldn't figure out where to start it off. Without further delay from my ramblings, here is chapter 4! Yay!
Chapter 4: Visons of Imladris
Arwen stretched groggily and sat up in her bed. Sunlight streamed though the window making the morning dew sparkle like gems. Today was the day of her 600th birthday. She grinned and hopped out of bed.
"Arwen! Come down for breakfast, we're starving and Father says we can't eat without you!" yelled Elladan behind the carved wooden door.
"I'm coming!" she replied, pulling a flowing blue gown over her head.
Arwen heard her brother's footsteps fade away.
The twins had growns out of tormenting their younger sister and had now become merely over protective of her. They refused to leave her alone with Legolas whenever he and his father came to visit.
A slight smile graced Arwen's face as the thought of her best friend came to mind. He would be in Imladris today to celebrate her birthday with her.
Quickly running a brush through her thick brown hair, Arwen descended to the main floor of the Last Homely House. She came to the Feasting Hall and walked inside.
"Good morning Mother, Father." She bent and hugged and kissed her parents.
"Good morning Undomiel." Celebrian smiled
Elrond hugged his daughter tightly. "She's growing up so quickly!" he thought.
The family ate and talked for a while until it was almost noon.
"Legolas and Thranduil should be here soon if you'd like to go and wait for them, Arwen." said Celebrian.
"And I'll accompany you." Elrond stood and he and his daughter walked side by side out the door, to await thei visitors.
* * *
"Legolas! Hurry up! We must leave soon!" Legolas heard his father bellow.
"Half a moment!" he replied.
The young Elf had grown into a handsom one. HIs slick blonde hair was pulled back in its usual fashion and his bright blue eyes held an excited sparkle. Today was Arwen's birthday and he had the perfect gift for her.
"Legolas!"
Sighing and rolling his eyes, Legolas ran down to where his father where two horses were waiting. He took the reigns if his pure white stallion, Brehtil. Stroking Brethil's muzzle briefly in greeting, Legolas sprang onto his back and Thranduil followed suit.
The two were off. Legolas sank into his own thoughts, his heart beating to the rythm of his mount's pounding hooves.
It'd been two months since he'd last seen Rivendell; two months since he'd seen his best friend. Legolas found his mind wandering to Arwen and felt his stomache flutter. He'd become accustomed to this feeling and had given up trying to analyze it since early in his childhood.
"Legolas? Son?"
Legolas snapped out of his reverie and turned to his father.
"Y- yes?" he answered, clearing his mind of all visions of Imladris.
Thranduil smiled and studied his son for a moment. "Are you alright? Your mind seems to be elsewhere."
"I'm fine. I was just...thinking, that's all." Legolas smiled reassuringly at his father.
"Thinking is a healthy task. What were you pondering?"
Thranduil had felt something distant in his son's reply.
"Oh. N-nothing." Legolas replied. He felt a burst of heat in his cheeks.
Thranduil cocked an eyebrow. " Really? You're flushed, are you feeling well?"
"I'm fine, Father. Shall we have a change of pace?" Legolas spurred his horse into a gallop, escaping the subject of his confusing thoughts for a while.
Thranduil watched his son for a moment and then followed after him.
* * *
A little while later, Arwen heard the sound of approaching hoof- beats. Excitement surged throughout her and she felt tingly all over. She didn't quite understand the tingling feeling, but she pushed the thought aside for the time being.
A moment later two horses appeared; one white, the other a deep chocolate brown. Arwen immediately recognized the white one to be Legolas's steed, Brethil.
Elrond snuck a sidelong glance at his daughter and smiled in spite of himself. She was watching the approaching horses intently and he could see her attempting to hide a smile of her own.
"Excited?" he asked.
Arwen merely nodded.
Very soon the two horses were upon them.
"Legolas!' Arwen called with a grin.
Legolas hopped off his horse quickly and walked over to her. " Arwen!" he grinned and stumbled .
Arwen laughed and he smiled sheepishly in return, that strange feeling making itself present once again. Arwen threw her arms around Legolas in a quick hug.
Elrond and Thranduil greeted one another and their children and then made their way up to the front doors of The Last Homely House. Arwen and Legoals followed slowly a couple of yards behind them, chatting ceaselessly.
Thranduil glanced over his shoulder at the two younger Elves and shook his head wonderingly, a smile on his face. " Those to are really something."
Elrond glanced at his friend. " Yes, they are."
A/N: Yay! Another chapter up! I'll try and write the next one quicker...and reviews will inspire me! Hint hint! Thanks for reading!
~*WaNdA*~