Legolas Fanfic
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Rating: R, Blood, Many Beatings, Many Suicide Attempts.
Author: Flame
Setting: Many years after the ring was destroyed
Author's Notes: This story is just another adventure for Legolas to go on.
***Disclaimer: I do now own the characters in this story, and I am making no money.***
***This also mean I Can Manipulate them in any way I please!***
---FEEL FREE TO REVIEW EVERY CHAPTER---
---PLEASE? ^_~---
Chapter 1
Life Without Happiness
Under the starlight that streaked through the trees of Mirkwood, the fair Elf, Legolas Greenleaf stared in is his elfish meditation. Elves didn't require sleep, instead they could stare in a darkened abyss for a amount of time decided beforehand. He dreamed of having the thing that nearly 3,000 years hasn't crossed him… true love.
It has been many years after the Fellowship of the Ring was no longer required, and all four of the Hobbits have passed on to the other side, leaving the mourning behind them. Gimili and Legolas had sailed west to the Undying Land, making him the first Dwarf to step on the soils of that land. But Gimili soon lost the will to live, and slipped away from the life that he was gifted. After that Legolas sailed East, back to his home of Mirkwood.
Aragorn had died a little before Gimili and Legolas decided to go to the Undying Lands. Gandalf had simply disappeared, but rumors told that an Orc had murdered him. Legolas knew of the unlikeness of this... but his disappearence does make a soul wonder.
This left Legolas the last of the Fellowship of the Ring. He had many times grieved himself to near fatal sicknesses over this, but he always pulled off at the last minute, knowing that if he died he would just be reincarnated in the Halls of Mandos. So he could never escape life in this World.
He felt as if his life bared no meaning. He wished he could find some reason to wake up happy every morning, but that never seemed to last in his mind for a second. He came out of his meditation and walked to his kingdom. He walked through the palace and into his Chamber. He then sat on a throne that was placed on his balcony and watched the active city below him.
The people were peaceful and most had found what they wanted to do the rest of their immortal lives, and who they wanted to do that with. Legolas of course hasn't found it by a longshot. He was always depressed which worried his father.
His father had sent him on luxurious feasts at other Castles and Palaces, and had bought him every entertaining item that he could muster. But not even a smirk had crossed his only son's face. He remained emotionless for a total a 3 years...
Read and Review!
Rating: R, Blood, Many Beatings, Many Suicide Attempts.
Author: Flame
Setting: Many years after the ring was destroyed
Author's Notes: This story is just another adventure for Legolas to go on.
***Disclaimer: I do now own the characters in this story, and I am making no money.***
***This also mean I Can Manipulate them in any way I please!***
---FEEL FREE TO REVIEW EVERY CHAPTER---
---PLEASE? ^_~---
Chapter 1
Life Without Happiness
Under the starlight that streaked through the trees of Mirkwood, the fair Elf, Legolas Greenleaf stared in is his elfish meditation. Elves didn't require sleep, instead they could stare in a darkened abyss for a amount of time decided beforehand. He dreamed of having the thing that nearly 3,000 years hasn't crossed him… true love.
It has been many years after the Fellowship of the Ring was no longer required, and all four of the Hobbits have passed on to the other side, leaving the mourning behind them. Gimili and Legolas had sailed west to the Undying Land, making him the first Dwarf to step on the soils of that land. But Gimili soon lost the will to live, and slipped away from the life that he was gifted. After that Legolas sailed East, back to his home of Mirkwood.
Aragorn had died a little before Gimili and Legolas decided to go to the Undying Lands. Gandalf had simply disappeared, but rumors told that an Orc had murdered him. Legolas knew of the unlikeness of this... but his disappearence does make a soul wonder.
This left Legolas the last of the Fellowship of the Ring. He had many times grieved himself to near fatal sicknesses over this, but he always pulled off at the last minute, knowing that if he died he would just be reincarnated in the Halls of Mandos. So he could never escape life in this World.
He felt as if his life bared no meaning. He wished he could find some reason to wake up happy every morning, but that never seemed to last in his mind for a second. He came out of his meditation and walked to his kingdom. He walked through the palace and into his Chamber. He then sat on a throne that was placed on his balcony and watched the active city below him.
The people were peaceful and most had found what they wanted to do the rest of their immortal lives, and who they wanted to do that with. Legolas of course hasn't found it by a longshot. He was always depressed which worried his father.
His father had sent him on luxurious feasts at other Castles and Palaces, and had bought him every entertaining item that he could muster. But not even a smirk had crossed his only son's face. He remained emotionless for a total a 3 years...