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Another chapter another disclaimer: So we've established that against my wishes I don't own Lord of the Rings but now I'm going to tell what I'd do if I did...
1^st: buy green berets for all my friends and anyone I met walking in the street especially if I liked their pants...
It, on reflection, was a perfectly normal day in the fine town of Rivendell. It never rained in Rivendell, unless their little paradoxical black hair, grey eyed ruler wanted it to. Apart from having complete metrological control Elrond had a few other things going for him too: he was pretty much immortal, he had pointy ears like Spock, he had a luxurious house and some powerful friends, did I mention he was immortal? And so this is how Elrond woke every morning, feeling great and prevailing. Except this morning, he woke with a stomach full of something he later identified as fear. He shakily arose from his far too comfortable and inviting bed and put his quaking feet on the floor. His thoughts were jumbled and imprecise. He lightly touched his forehead in an effort to heal it. Nothing happened, of course.
So it was like this that Elrond started the day, a vague and muddled walking zombie. It was lucky there were no important jobs for Elrond to do at present so he just found a chair and took the time to draw up a peace treaty for his waring mind.
Legolas, Prince of Mirkwood, started the day in a very different manner indeed. He was as happy as an immortal, dead gorgeous, fighting machine could be. And an absolute bonus for everyone else was that he was smiling. His ice blond hair was tumbling behind him in the slight breeze, which also gave his cheeks a pinkish tint. His eyes were radiant, his smile vibrant and if he didn't have such a controlled character he would have started skipping with joy. It was like this that he came across a strange shimmering object resting in the grass, half hidden by the shadow of a gigantic oak tree. He bent down to get a closer look. He had no idea what it was so out went a slim elvan hand to pick it up for closer inspection. The minute his spindly fingers touched the surface of the mysterious glinting object his entire body froze. A spiralling electric blue light curled up his fingers and through his entire frame. Then, unfrozen, he continued to pick up the object. He sighed when he
saw what it was but placed it in his pocket none the less, Legolas was not the kind of elf to just leave a shiny object in the dust. And so he continued on his way as if nothing at all had happened - because in truth Legolas hadn't even noticed the fracture in time, so off he went as happy as before.
Legolas's good mood quickly faded though, through the course of the day he steadily got more and more irritated first just at small things but gradually he started to despise everything that moved, looked like moving, wanted to move but lacked the motivation (he reserved a special set of arrows for those slackers) and things that would never move even if he kicked and bit them. Other Elves had started to notice this strange behaviour but had dismissed it as haspu - Elfin puberty, no one stoped to wonder wether a strange shinny object had turned him into a raving delinquent, but then again it's not such a common occurrence.
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So this brings us up to just before the prologue so the next chapter will be where the adventure will begin. Thank you for your reviews people and thanks to Becki for correcting my spelling oversight. The next chapter will probably be up within the week... Munchy apples for any one who reviews... actually I don't have any munchy apples and even if I did I would have to send them through the post and by the time they arrived they'd no longer be munchy and that would make me sad!
Another chapter another disclaimer: So we've established that against my wishes I don't own Lord of the Rings but now I'm going to tell what I'd do if I did...
1^st: buy green berets for all my friends and anyone I met walking in the street especially if I liked their pants...
It, on reflection, was a perfectly normal day in the fine town of Rivendell. It never rained in Rivendell, unless their little paradoxical black hair, grey eyed ruler wanted it to. Apart from having complete metrological control Elrond had a few other things going for him too: he was pretty much immortal, he had pointy ears like Spock, he had a luxurious house and some powerful friends, did I mention he was immortal? And so this is how Elrond woke every morning, feeling great and prevailing. Except this morning, he woke with a stomach full of something he later identified as fear. He shakily arose from his far too comfortable and inviting bed and put his quaking feet on the floor. His thoughts were jumbled and imprecise. He lightly touched his forehead in an effort to heal it. Nothing happened, of course.
So it was like this that Elrond started the day, a vague and muddled walking zombie. It was lucky there were no important jobs for Elrond to do at present so he just found a chair and took the time to draw up a peace treaty for his waring mind.
Legolas, Prince of Mirkwood, started the day in a very different manner indeed. He was as happy as an immortal, dead gorgeous, fighting machine could be. And an absolute bonus for everyone else was that he was smiling. His ice blond hair was tumbling behind him in the slight breeze, which also gave his cheeks a pinkish tint. His eyes were radiant, his smile vibrant and if he didn't have such a controlled character he would have started skipping with joy. It was like this that he came across a strange shimmering object resting in the grass, half hidden by the shadow of a gigantic oak tree. He bent down to get a closer look. He had no idea what it was so out went a slim elvan hand to pick it up for closer inspection. The minute his spindly fingers touched the surface of the mysterious glinting object his entire body froze. A spiralling electric blue light curled up his fingers and through his entire frame. Then, unfrozen, he continued to pick up the object. He sighed when he
saw what it was but placed it in his pocket none the less, Legolas was not the kind of elf to just leave a shiny object in the dust. And so he continued on his way as if nothing at all had happened - because in truth Legolas hadn't even noticed the fracture in time, so off he went as happy as before.
Legolas's good mood quickly faded though, through the course of the day he steadily got more and more irritated first just at small things but gradually he started to despise everything that moved, looked like moving, wanted to move but lacked the motivation (he reserved a special set of arrows for those slackers) and things that would never move even if he kicked and bit them. Other Elves had started to notice this strange behaviour but had dismissed it as haspu - Elfin puberty, no one stoped to wonder wether a strange shinny object had turned him into a raving delinquent, but then again it's not such a common occurrence.
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So this brings us up to just before the prologue so the next chapter will be where the adventure will begin. Thank you for your reviews people and thanks to Becki for correcting my spelling oversight. The next chapter will probably be up within the week... Munchy apples for any one who reviews... actually I don't have any munchy apples and even if I did I would have to send them through the post and by the time they arrived they'd no longer be munchy and that would make me sad!