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I'm very pleased to receive reviews... *grins a mile wide* Now I understand why other writers want reviews so much! It sure makes a person feel good. :)
Anyway, here's my first chapter, please review some more! Thank you! And for those who reviewed, my responses to you are below! *beams*
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Chapter 1: Hope
The rider brought her steed to a halt, a smile playing on her face as she breathed deeply the familiar scent of Rivendell.
She was home.
She dismounted, and stroked her horse's nose, preparing to lead it inside. Then all of a sudden, her sharp elven ears detected an alien presence in the trees above. Her hands reached for the hilt of her sword, but before she had a chance to react, the trespasser leapt off the tree, landed in front of her and bowed.
"From all the stories I've heard, I would have thought the Lady Evenstar was more demure," He winked, took her hand and kissed it.
"She would, if a certain Master Greenleaf wasn't so sneaky in his movements," Arwen retorted, laughter in her eyes. She shook her hand out of his grasp and stepped forward to hug him.
Legolas drew her close, and murmured:
"It's good to see you again, my friend."
"So, why are you here in Rivendell?" Arwen asked Legolas, as they walked side by side leading the horse along the garden's path.
"I arrived three days ago, setting off when I received news that a rare elven beauty was making appearance at Lord Elrond's haven."
Arwen groaned, and Legolas grinned in response, but quickly sobered. "Well, after all this time, I desired to see my childhood confidante again. It's been twenty years since we've last met, and I was overjoyed when I heard you were returning to Rivendell."
Arwen stopped in her gait, and regarded her best friend seriously.
"I'm glad you're here too, Legolas."
He too, halted his steps, and smiled. "Besides, I missed the only person that could not do anything about me doing this." His long slender hand shot out and gave Arwen's hair a quick ruffle.
"LEGOLAS!" Arwen yelled, chasing after the escaping elf.
But Legolas was duly caught and his hair was mussed up in the same fashion. Arwen beamed at her now scowling friend, and considered him awhile.
"After I left for Lothlórien, did you regularly visit my father?"
Legolas was preening himself, but his hands paused mid-way in his disarrayed hair. "Aye, I did. Mirkwood and Rivendell have goods to sell to each other, and my father and Lord Elrond sometimes send messages, and I happen to be the lucky messenger."
"Well then, has anything important happened in recent years?"
"No, not really... Oh, there is someone whom Lord Elrond has adopt -" Legolas was cut short, as one of the Rivendell elves had come with word that the Lord Elrond was already waiting for his daughter.
Legolas personally escorted Arwen to the hall where Elrond was waiting, and then left father and daughter to their reunion. He soon resumed his walk in the garden, his heart filled with gladness, for in the past he had long regarded her as his younger sister, and now she was finally back.
Then he began to sing, as he remembered whom Arwen was always likened to.
Long ago beneath the skylight
Leaves below and trees above
Beren sighted Lúthien Tinúviel
And to Lúthien he gave his love
A deeper voice joined his, as Legolas walked on, gradually nearing the source of it. Then, he saw the rugged, dark-haired youth who had long since grew dear in his heart.
"Estel."
Legolas had known the youth since he was two and came into the care of the Lord Elrond. Not that he had a great love for humans, but something about the kid was special; there seemed to be an aura of maturity and a deep wisdom in his eyes, even at adolescence. Soon enough, between Legolas and Estel grew a deep friendship, the former teaching the kid the ways of the world; the latter proving himself to Legolas to be witty, sensible and insightful.
Eighteen years had passed, Estel had grown in mind and stature, and Elrond finally revealed his true lineage and heritage - that he was Aragorn, son of Arathorn, Heir of Isildur and Lord of the Dunédain. Aragorn had confided this to Legolas, and the latter was glad. He had always felt that Estel deserved no less than royalty, for many heroes and kings of the past had never achieved the wisdom of this single youth.
Legolas now walked silently with Aragorn at his side, both enjoying the simple company of the other. Legolas guessed that Estel was still struggling to accept the reality of his heritage, and thus preferred not to speak. But the elf was glad of Aragorn's preoccupation, for as he walked the paths he surreptitiously led the latter to the forest's heart where he - and sometimes, Arwen - would walk in the evenings to rest.
With Estel still in deep thought, Legolas excused himself as the Ranger absent-mindedly continued down the lane, now and then humming the song of Lúthien and Beren.
Then Legolas chuckled softly, as he murmured to the breeze:
"This is my reunion gift to you, little sister."
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*Phew* that's over. I'm not good at writing happy scenes I think. But please do review! :)
Thing2 - I'm glad you liked my prologue! *beam* And here's the next chapter, hope you like it too!
Jevvica - Encouraging words you give! Thank you. :) Don't need to worry, Legolas hasn't gone to sail yet, and Gimli will definitely be part of the plot ;) Wait and see! *grin*
Gabrielle Lawson - There you go, another chapter, hope you will enjoy it as much as the prologue! :)
Yuna - Yep I've decided to further the story alright, and I'm hoping all of you will like it... and continue to support me hahaha! :)
Nicole-r - I have! Continued I mean ;)
I'm very pleased to receive reviews... *grins a mile wide* Now I understand why other writers want reviews so much! It sure makes a person feel good. :)
Anyway, here's my first chapter, please review some more! Thank you! And for those who reviewed, my responses to you are below! *beams*
________________________________________________________________
Chapter 1: Hope
The rider brought her steed to a halt, a smile playing on her face as she breathed deeply the familiar scent of Rivendell.
She was home.
She dismounted, and stroked her horse's nose, preparing to lead it inside. Then all of a sudden, her sharp elven ears detected an alien presence in the trees above. Her hands reached for the hilt of her sword, but before she had a chance to react, the trespasser leapt off the tree, landed in front of her and bowed.
"From all the stories I've heard, I would have thought the Lady Evenstar was more demure," He winked, took her hand and kissed it.
"She would, if a certain Master Greenleaf wasn't so sneaky in his movements," Arwen retorted, laughter in her eyes. She shook her hand out of his grasp and stepped forward to hug him.
Legolas drew her close, and murmured:
"It's good to see you again, my friend."
"So, why are you here in Rivendell?" Arwen asked Legolas, as they walked side by side leading the horse along the garden's path.
"I arrived three days ago, setting off when I received news that a rare elven beauty was making appearance at Lord Elrond's haven."
Arwen groaned, and Legolas grinned in response, but quickly sobered. "Well, after all this time, I desired to see my childhood confidante again. It's been twenty years since we've last met, and I was overjoyed when I heard you were returning to Rivendell."
Arwen stopped in her gait, and regarded her best friend seriously.
"I'm glad you're here too, Legolas."
He too, halted his steps, and smiled. "Besides, I missed the only person that could not do anything about me doing this." His long slender hand shot out and gave Arwen's hair a quick ruffle.
"LEGOLAS!" Arwen yelled, chasing after the escaping elf.
But Legolas was duly caught and his hair was mussed up in the same fashion. Arwen beamed at her now scowling friend, and considered him awhile.
"After I left for Lothlórien, did you regularly visit my father?"
Legolas was preening himself, but his hands paused mid-way in his disarrayed hair. "Aye, I did. Mirkwood and Rivendell have goods to sell to each other, and my father and Lord Elrond sometimes send messages, and I happen to be the lucky messenger."
"Well then, has anything important happened in recent years?"
"No, not really... Oh, there is someone whom Lord Elrond has adopt -" Legolas was cut short, as one of the Rivendell elves had come with word that the Lord Elrond was already waiting for his daughter.
Legolas personally escorted Arwen to the hall where Elrond was waiting, and then left father and daughter to their reunion. He soon resumed his walk in the garden, his heart filled with gladness, for in the past he had long regarded her as his younger sister, and now she was finally back.
Then he began to sing, as he remembered whom Arwen was always likened to.
Long ago beneath the skylight
Leaves below and trees above
Beren sighted Lúthien Tinúviel
And to Lúthien he gave his love
A deeper voice joined his, as Legolas walked on, gradually nearing the source of it. Then, he saw the rugged, dark-haired youth who had long since grew dear in his heart.
"Estel."
Legolas had known the youth since he was two and came into the care of the Lord Elrond. Not that he had a great love for humans, but something about the kid was special; there seemed to be an aura of maturity and a deep wisdom in his eyes, even at adolescence. Soon enough, between Legolas and Estel grew a deep friendship, the former teaching the kid the ways of the world; the latter proving himself to Legolas to be witty, sensible and insightful.
Eighteen years had passed, Estel had grown in mind and stature, and Elrond finally revealed his true lineage and heritage - that he was Aragorn, son of Arathorn, Heir of Isildur and Lord of the Dunédain. Aragorn had confided this to Legolas, and the latter was glad. He had always felt that Estel deserved no less than royalty, for many heroes and kings of the past had never achieved the wisdom of this single youth.
Legolas now walked silently with Aragorn at his side, both enjoying the simple company of the other. Legolas guessed that Estel was still struggling to accept the reality of his heritage, and thus preferred not to speak. But the elf was glad of Aragorn's preoccupation, for as he walked the paths he surreptitiously led the latter to the forest's heart where he - and sometimes, Arwen - would walk in the evenings to rest.
With Estel still in deep thought, Legolas excused himself as the Ranger absent-mindedly continued down the lane, now and then humming the song of Lúthien and Beren.
Then Legolas chuckled softly, as he murmured to the breeze:
"This is my reunion gift to you, little sister."
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*Phew* that's over. I'm not good at writing happy scenes I think. But please do review! :)
Thing2 - I'm glad you liked my prologue! *beam* And here's the next chapter, hope you like it too!
Jevvica - Encouraging words you give! Thank you. :) Don't need to worry, Legolas hasn't gone to sail yet, and Gimli will definitely be part of the plot ;) Wait and see! *grin*
Gabrielle Lawson - There you go, another chapter, hope you will enjoy it as much as the prologue! :)
Yuna - Yep I've decided to further the story alright, and I'm hoping all of you will like it... and continue to support me hahaha! :)
Nicole-r - I have! Continued I mean ;)