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Prologue 2: In What Is The Past
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Legolas looked about the clearing, a hopeful look adorning his beautiful face. Then he let out a sigh of disappointment, this was not the place he had been told to find in his dreams.
He resumed his walk through the forest nary making a sound as his thought turned back in time.
It had been several hundred years since the one Ring had been destroyed. Several hundred years of peace for the men of the age, with not so much peace for the Halflings, Dwarves and Elves. The Halflings had moved further and further into the large forests and were quickly forgotten by men who now thought of them as scarcely more than legend. The Dwarves had sealed their mines and had never gone above ground after that, they had faded into folklore like the Hobbits. The Elves had chosen a slightly different approach, while most of them had chosen to leave this world and move to an alternate Earth where no sentient beings had arisen and live there. Some of the Elves had chosen to don a small amount of glamourie to hide their pointed ears and then live as humans, moving when they had lived in the same village for long enough to rouse suspicions about their 'well- preserved' state. If any of them had children they would tell them when they reached a certain age.
Shaking his head slightly Legolas turned his thoughts towards the present again. After all, he had to find the clearing he was searching for. Gloomily he thought of the name men of the age had 'given' him, the Eternal Wanderer, it was appropriate, seeing as that was what he had been doing for so long. He didn't mind the name, more he minded the way it implied that he was only one person. Which he was, but it made him feel lonely.
He started as he entered yet another glade in the forest. This was what he had been seeking, he was certain of it as he looked about. There was something... right about it. As if it had a _purpose_.
Legolas determinately climbed up a nice-looking tree and prepared to wait for as long as necessary.
(end prologue 2)
Prologue 2: In What Is The Past
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Legolas looked about the clearing, a hopeful look adorning his beautiful face. Then he let out a sigh of disappointment, this was not the place he had been told to find in his dreams.
He resumed his walk through the forest nary making a sound as his thought turned back in time.
It had been several hundred years since the one Ring had been destroyed. Several hundred years of peace for the men of the age, with not so much peace for the Halflings, Dwarves and Elves. The Halflings had moved further and further into the large forests and were quickly forgotten by men who now thought of them as scarcely more than legend. The Dwarves had sealed their mines and had never gone above ground after that, they had faded into folklore like the Hobbits. The Elves had chosen a slightly different approach, while most of them had chosen to leave this world and move to an alternate Earth where no sentient beings had arisen and live there. Some of the Elves had chosen to don a small amount of glamourie to hide their pointed ears and then live as humans, moving when they had lived in the same village for long enough to rouse suspicions about their 'well- preserved' state. If any of them had children they would tell them when they reached a certain age.
Shaking his head slightly Legolas turned his thoughts towards the present again. After all, he had to find the clearing he was searching for. Gloomily he thought of the name men of the age had 'given' him, the Eternal Wanderer, it was appropriate, seeing as that was what he had been doing for so long. He didn't mind the name, more he minded the way it implied that he was only one person. Which he was, but it made him feel lonely.
He started as he entered yet another glade in the forest. This was what he had been seeking, he was certain of it as he looked about. There was something... right about it. As if it had a _purpose_.
Legolas determinately climbed up a nice-looking tree and prepared to wait for as long as necessary.
(end prologue 2)