Disclaimer: I owe everything to J.R.R Tolkien in creating the world of Middle Earth. Legolas is not my creation, though many elves and hobbits and drawves that are yet to appear will be my own. Enjoy this - I must admit, I am a bit rusty in writing. This is my first fanfic in over a year!
Leaves Parting: Prologue
The Song of Legolas
[translated into the Common Tongue by Frodo Baggins]
I sing of rain, falling among golden leaves
Of stone breaking against the wind
I sing of a river that flows through my veins
Watering the weary heart until nothing is left
The earth shifts slowly towards the moon
As the sun dances with the fading clouds
I sing of pain that never ceases, a sadness
Embalmed within the stirrings of the forest
I sing alone, for the birds have flown
Away from sheltering hands
The horizon grows gray with doubt
For a new dawn is rising
I sing alone, for a place I once knew
Where now are the trees I have watered
With the river that flows through my veins
Where now are the dancers to my song
I sing of proud foundations of stone, falling to the wind
Crumbling to dust until nothing can be seen
I sing of rain, that falls among golden leaves
Falling over the weary eyes until nothing can be seen
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That morning, Peregrin Took and Meridoc Brandybuck of the Shire arrived at the palace of Thranduil only to be seated behind a worried Gimli and a perplexed Gandalf. The elven-king was not to be seen, though a great many guards were placed around the palace's many rooms and halls.
The food was good, the songs, though somewhat half hearted, plenty and the courtesy of the elves warm and inviting, but as the day waned on, no ceremony took place. No great rejoicing or feast. When Samwise Gamgee, supporting a recovering Frodo Baggins and baring a great many gifts at noon, the great hall was weighed down with the gravity of a sharp sadness.
There was no dancing, no gift taking or giving. And there was no Legolas.
Leaves Parting: Prologue
The Song of Legolas
[translated into the Common Tongue by Frodo Baggins]
I sing of rain, falling among golden leaves
Of stone breaking against the wind
I sing of a river that flows through my veins
Watering the weary heart until nothing is left
The earth shifts slowly towards the moon
As the sun dances with the fading clouds
I sing of pain that never ceases, a sadness
Embalmed within the stirrings of the forest
I sing alone, for the birds have flown
Away from sheltering hands
The horizon grows gray with doubt
For a new dawn is rising
I sing alone, for a place I once knew
Where now are the trees I have watered
With the river that flows through my veins
Where now are the dancers to my song
I sing of proud foundations of stone, falling to the wind
Crumbling to dust until nothing can be seen
I sing of rain, that falls among golden leaves
Falling over the weary eyes until nothing can be seen
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That morning, Peregrin Took and Meridoc Brandybuck of the Shire arrived at the palace of Thranduil only to be seated behind a worried Gimli and a perplexed Gandalf. The elven-king was not to be seen, though a great many guards were placed around the palace's many rooms and halls.
The food was good, the songs, though somewhat half hearted, plenty and the courtesy of the elves warm and inviting, but as the day waned on, no ceremony took place. No great rejoicing or feast. When Samwise Gamgee, supporting a recovering Frodo Baggins and baring a great many gifts at noon, the great hall was weighed down with the gravity of a sharp sadness.
There was no dancing, no gift taking or giving. And there was no Legolas.