Lord of the Rings:
My Own Elf
MysticHakai24
Disclaimer- All characters belong to Tolkien. I only own the plot, otherwise I would have turned this into a published novel.
Summary- AU Middle-Earth is emptied of the mythical creatures such as orcs, dwarves, and such. These creatures are only stories now, despised and looked-down upon. Men now control this world. That is until a Prince, still in his very youth named Aragorn finds a young babe in the forest one day. They grow together and as time flies, Aragorn is put into more danger as the heritage of the babe is clear. The babe is an elf. SLASH A/L
Author Notes- Um, a note: this story may not follow everything in the books. I may need to change some things to make the plot flow smoothly. And I may not finish this story because of lack of interest. Now if there are many reviews then I may complete it. *hint, hint* And another note, I am usually very busy. It's not because of schoolwork or anything like that, I am just too busy helping my mother sometimes. So chapters may be short. If you look at my other stories, the chapters tend to be unlong. Thanks!
This is an AU (Alternative Universe)!
Prologue: In the Forest, We Find a Babe
The forests were bright, even the dark shadows, and the sun gleamed into each crook. The wind was gentle this day and nothing was light enough to be blown off by it. A Prince, sill only seven, rode upon his horse through the forest with his hair blowing against the force of his steed's speed. He yelped in glee and held on tighter.
It was a calm day as the young Aragorn went hunting. He looked into the sky, through the tiny openings through the trees anyway, and found the sky bright blue with greyish clouds. Perhaps it might rain soon. The elves in the stories would have known.
Aragorn loved the stories of orcs, dwarves, elves, and halflings. He most loved the elves. They were gentle creatures mostly with a great connection and love of nature. They were beautiful, as the artwork in the books showed, and they were one of the kin before the elves, as legends go. But the more he questioned about the kindred to his father, King Arathorn or Gondor, the more frustrated his father would seem.
His horse trampled through the wild grass, and they both, Aragorn and his steed, enjoyed each moment with the smell of nature. Although he was supposed to only be hunting a deer, none could help but enjoy the lovely natural scenery that was free, not a single piece of gold.
Suddenly, something jumped out in front of them and Aragorn's steed neighed as it lifted its two front legs in surprise. It turned and leapt the other way with panic and Aragorn could do nay to soothe the poor creature.
The thing chased after them and Aragorn's horse raced faster until it was too exhausted to carry weight any longer. It jumped wildly around until Aragorn slid off along with his leather bag of items. He hit the ground with force and immediately stood and ran behind a tree.
The thing went by and Aragorn could not make out the creature. But he hoped upon hope that his horse would return to him. For it was raised among the greatest of all trainers and it was quite intelligent for an animal. It would come back, or at least Aragorn hoped.
A few hours passed and Aragorn began to worry. He stood and searched around, unsure of which way was home. He stretched his ears to listen for any clues of his horse running. He, for some odd reason, had sharp ears and they enhanced his hearing abilities.
Too quietly, he heard a soft wailing. It was a child's cry and it casted down to whimpers at some points, then it would louden again as if it were attacked. With the curiousity of Men on his side, Aragorn strided to the sound, while being as silent as was humanly possible.
He found, through many trees, a small bundle wrapped in a whitish cloth in the center of many wild weeds. He stepped closer, aand was careful of poison from the plants. He inspected the thing closely before deciding it safe and picking it up.
He reached to the top and pulled the cloth off a bit to reveal a very pale and bone-stricken face. The eyes were open, although they were vacant and it gave a shade of emerald that so resembled the very being of nature. The mouth opened slightly as it inhaled and exhaled to clearly show that it was sleeping.
There were tiny transparent hairs on the top of its head. Upon closer inspection, it could be described as golden, the color of the sunbeams. Looked closley at would reveal that the babe's ears were the same shape, slightly sharpened at the top, as Aragorn's.
Aragorn was entranced by the babe's beauty. Although he was barely eight, Aragorn could find the baby a bit strange; and not only because of the eerie beauty surrounding it, but because of the way nature seemed gentle with it.
Aragorn unwrapped the cloth a bit more to reveal the babe's gender. "He's like me!" Aragorn said to himself with excitement. He wrapped the babe back up with the silver cloth.
"This cloth..." Aragorn inspected it between his fingers. It was very thin, yet it warmed the baby's body up quickly and it was very soft. There were bits of teeth and branches upon it to prove its immuneness to certain, complicated things.
The baby awoke as soon as Aragorn stood up, for he was crouching earlier. The baby hiccuped and wept. It then said something softly, almost too soft for Aragorn to hear but he strained and heard.
'Ataramin,' he said between hiccups.
"That means, er," Aragorn went through all the languages he knew and all the artificial ones but he found none to match. Although it did sound pretty familiar. A spark gave through and Aragorn remembered, from one of his books on myths and legends, the elven language. "My father? I am sorry, young babe, But I am anything but a father to you."
As if understanding these words, the babe began to cry and weep crying: 'Ataramin!' And he came to a part when he screamed the words.
Aragorn rubbed the baby's back soothingly, not knowing what to do. Most seven-year-olds would probably never understand the situation. "Oh, what am I to do?" And soon Aragorn felt tears begin to shine in the very corners of his eyes.
He soon began to hear the gallop of a horse, and just one, mind you. It came into sight and was a wonder to behold. Upon the horse was a man in grey, grey cloak and all. He slid the hood off and smiled at the Prince. "Aragorn, what are you doing out here?"
"I am lost, Gandalf. And I found this child. Would you like to see him?" Aragorn offered the baby to the old man and he watched curiously.
Gandalf took one look and was shocked. "Aragorn, do you know what this is?"
"A child, sir?"
"Yes, but..." He then whispered something too soft for Aragorn to hear.
"May you repeat that, Gandalf?" he asked politely.
Gandalf looked seriously at the Prince. "He is an Elf!"
Aragorn appologized and returned to his room. He was sorry for losing a precious horse, yet excited to see the Elf again which Gandalf was holding.
As Aragorn passed Gandalf, they shared glances and smiled. This was a happy thing. And especially for Aragorn who so loved Elves. He returned to his bedroom and found the child playing on the rug in a nude state. Aragorn panicked but remember the books saying that Elves were immune to the cold.
He picked the Elf up and smiled. "A babe for me to take care of. And for he to be as fair as an Elf! But what to call you? I would love to give you a name from your heritage but my Elven is slim. What to call you?"
As he said this he went over to the other side of the room and returned with the blanket found with child in the forest. He opened it and looked closely once more. This time he saw some writing embroidered at the edge and it said in beautiful writing: Legolas.
He wrapped the child in the cloth and said, "Your name shall be Legolas and I shall care for you until you grow old and weary. No one shall know of you I and Gandalf for he has told me of Men loathing your kind."
And so began the friendship between a Man and an Elf for the first time in much long a time.
Please send feedback and tell me if were good or bad and if I shall continue! Thank you! ^-^
My Own Elf
MysticHakai24
Disclaimer- All characters belong to Tolkien. I only own the plot, otherwise I would have turned this into a published novel.
Summary- AU Middle-Earth is emptied of the mythical creatures such as orcs, dwarves, and such. These creatures are only stories now, despised and looked-down upon. Men now control this world. That is until a Prince, still in his very youth named Aragorn finds a young babe in the forest one day. They grow together and as time flies, Aragorn is put into more danger as the heritage of the babe is clear. The babe is an elf. SLASH A/L
Author Notes- Um, a note: this story may not follow everything in the books. I may need to change some things to make the plot flow smoothly. And I may not finish this story because of lack of interest. Now if there are many reviews then I may complete it. *hint, hint* And another note, I am usually very busy. It's not because of schoolwork or anything like that, I am just too busy helping my mother sometimes. So chapters may be short. If you look at my other stories, the chapters tend to be unlong. Thanks!
This is an AU (Alternative Universe)!
Prologue: In the Forest, We Find a Babe
The forests were bright, even the dark shadows, and the sun gleamed into each crook. The wind was gentle this day and nothing was light enough to be blown off by it. A Prince, sill only seven, rode upon his horse through the forest with his hair blowing against the force of his steed's speed. He yelped in glee and held on tighter.
It was a calm day as the young Aragorn went hunting. He looked into the sky, through the tiny openings through the trees anyway, and found the sky bright blue with greyish clouds. Perhaps it might rain soon. The elves in the stories would have known.
Aragorn loved the stories of orcs, dwarves, elves, and halflings. He most loved the elves. They were gentle creatures mostly with a great connection and love of nature. They were beautiful, as the artwork in the books showed, and they were one of the kin before the elves, as legends go. But the more he questioned about the kindred to his father, King Arathorn or Gondor, the more frustrated his father would seem.
His horse trampled through the wild grass, and they both, Aragorn and his steed, enjoyed each moment with the smell of nature. Although he was supposed to only be hunting a deer, none could help but enjoy the lovely natural scenery that was free, not a single piece of gold.
Suddenly, something jumped out in front of them and Aragorn's steed neighed as it lifted its two front legs in surprise. It turned and leapt the other way with panic and Aragorn could do nay to soothe the poor creature.
The thing chased after them and Aragorn's horse raced faster until it was too exhausted to carry weight any longer. It jumped wildly around until Aragorn slid off along with his leather bag of items. He hit the ground with force and immediately stood and ran behind a tree.
The thing went by and Aragorn could not make out the creature. But he hoped upon hope that his horse would return to him. For it was raised among the greatest of all trainers and it was quite intelligent for an animal. It would come back, or at least Aragorn hoped.
A few hours passed and Aragorn began to worry. He stood and searched around, unsure of which way was home. He stretched his ears to listen for any clues of his horse running. He, for some odd reason, had sharp ears and they enhanced his hearing abilities.
Too quietly, he heard a soft wailing. It was a child's cry and it casted down to whimpers at some points, then it would louden again as if it were attacked. With the curiousity of Men on his side, Aragorn strided to the sound, while being as silent as was humanly possible.
He found, through many trees, a small bundle wrapped in a whitish cloth in the center of many wild weeds. He stepped closer, aand was careful of poison from the plants. He inspected the thing closely before deciding it safe and picking it up.
He reached to the top and pulled the cloth off a bit to reveal a very pale and bone-stricken face. The eyes were open, although they were vacant and it gave a shade of emerald that so resembled the very being of nature. The mouth opened slightly as it inhaled and exhaled to clearly show that it was sleeping.
There were tiny transparent hairs on the top of its head. Upon closer inspection, it could be described as golden, the color of the sunbeams. Looked closley at would reveal that the babe's ears were the same shape, slightly sharpened at the top, as Aragorn's.
Aragorn was entranced by the babe's beauty. Although he was barely eight, Aragorn could find the baby a bit strange; and not only because of the eerie beauty surrounding it, but because of the way nature seemed gentle with it.
Aragorn unwrapped the cloth a bit more to reveal the babe's gender. "He's like me!" Aragorn said to himself with excitement. He wrapped the babe back up with the silver cloth.
"This cloth..." Aragorn inspected it between his fingers. It was very thin, yet it warmed the baby's body up quickly and it was very soft. There were bits of teeth and branches upon it to prove its immuneness to certain, complicated things.
The baby awoke as soon as Aragorn stood up, for he was crouching earlier. The baby hiccuped and wept. It then said something softly, almost too soft for Aragorn to hear but he strained and heard.
'Ataramin,' he said between hiccups.
"That means, er," Aragorn went through all the languages he knew and all the artificial ones but he found none to match. Although it did sound pretty familiar. A spark gave through and Aragorn remembered, from one of his books on myths and legends, the elven language. "My father? I am sorry, young babe, But I am anything but a father to you."
As if understanding these words, the babe began to cry and weep crying: 'Ataramin!' And he came to a part when he screamed the words.
Aragorn rubbed the baby's back soothingly, not knowing what to do. Most seven-year-olds would probably never understand the situation. "Oh, what am I to do?" And soon Aragorn felt tears begin to shine in the very corners of his eyes.
He soon began to hear the gallop of a horse, and just one, mind you. It came into sight and was a wonder to behold. Upon the horse was a man in grey, grey cloak and all. He slid the hood off and smiled at the Prince. "Aragorn, what are you doing out here?"
"I am lost, Gandalf. And I found this child. Would you like to see him?" Aragorn offered the baby to the old man and he watched curiously.
Gandalf took one look and was shocked. "Aragorn, do you know what this is?"
"A child, sir?"
"Yes, but..." He then whispered something too soft for Aragorn to hear.
"May you repeat that, Gandalf?" he asked politely.
Gandalf looked seriously at the Prince. "He is an Elf!"
Aragorn appologized and returned to his room. He was sorry for losing a precious horse, yet excited to see the Elf again which Gandalf was holding.
As Aragorn passed Gandalf, they shared glances and smiled. This was a happy thing. And especially for Aragorn who so loved Elves. He returned to his bedroom and found the child playing on the rug in a nude state. Aragorn panicked but remember the books saying that Elves were immune to the cold.
He picked the Elf up and smiled. "A babe for me to take care of. And for he to be as fair as an Elf! But what to call you? I would love to give you a name from your heritage but my Elven is slim. What to call you?"
As he said this he went over to the other side of the room and returned with the blanket found with child in the forest. He opened it and looked closely once more. This time he saw some writing embroidered at the edge and it said in beautiful writing: Legolas.
He wrapped the child in the cloth and said, "Your name shall be Legolas and I shall care for you until you grow old and weary. No one shall know of you I and Gandalf for he has told me of Men loathing your kind."
And so began the friendship between a Man and an Elf for the first time in much long a time.
Please send feedback and tell me if were good or bad and if I shall continue! Thank you! ^-^