Firstly, I would like to say how very sorry i am about how long this update took!! First, fanfiction.net was down, and then, my internet wasn't working, and then (yes, there's more!!..) My computer got a virus in it!!! ahhhh!!!! but here is the next few chapters, which have been sitting and molding on my computer...oh.....umm...someone in my reviews mentioned something about 'Legolas smut"...and i was preeeeeetttyy sure i made it quite clear in one of my previous notes.....I DON'T WRITE NONE SMUT!!!!!! so if you're waiting for smut *glares at 'smut-lovers'* you're wasting your time!!!
Legolas slept restlessly that night, as his strange day haunting his dreams. Just when he felt
sleep drifting upon him, Lalwen's smiling face, her faerie wings, her fascinating eyes, the queer, and distant look upon her fair face whilst she was in the tree, their kiss....his stomach jolted ungainly at the latter thought. What had he been thinking? Now she would probably never want to see his face again.
Morning came, and a groggy Legolas ambled out of his room. He almost ran into Arwen again, as he turned blindly around a corner.
"Legolas, are you all right?" she asked, he grey eyes scanning his hooded ones and rumpled clothing.
"Fine," he replied, yawning, "Just didn't sleep too well..."
He sauntered off again. Legolas had been sent to Rivendell by his father as a messenger to inform Elrond of Gollum's escape from Mirkwood. He was summoned to the Council of Rivendell, where representatives of each race were to decide what to do with the One Ring.
He sat plunked down in one of the seats, and waited for the others to arrive. Maikamacilion and Quelletarmaion were already there, sitting in the chairs on either side of him.
"So," began Maikamacilion with a smirk, "how fairs Lalwendë?"
Legolas' head snapped toward his friend.
"What?" Legolas levied, bitting his lip.
"Oh come now!" cried Quelletarmaion, "everyone's seen you around Rivendell with her! Maikamacilion and I were begining to-"
But what exactly Quelletarmaion and Maikamacilion had been thinking, Legolas never knew, for at that moment, a gruff voice echoed through the assembly,
"What is she doing here? She's a woman! A woman can't be here!"
The three Elves glanced over, and saw a Dwarf standing up and pointing an accusing finger at Lalwen, who stood next to Nimheru. Both father and daughter had a slightly amused expression on their faces. Lalwen stepped silently forward in front of the Dwarf and, in a rather quiet, yet smooth and firm voice, commented,
"Master Dwarf, although I am a woman, that makes no difference whether I should be allowed to be here or not. There is absolutely no contrast," her eyes strayed to his grimy face and ratty beard as she said this, "between you and me, except for that your mind is so completely shut, I doubt any tool that anyone here possesses, could unfurl it."
She turned on her heel, and sat down next to her father. Nimheru had watched his daughter's show of wits with interest, and now he leaned over to her, and whispered with a grin,
"Well worded, my charming daughter," Legolas and his friends, who were sitting nearby, heard this and sniggered quietly. The Dwarf sat down, grumbling to his kin, and glaring at Lalwen. She smirked and stuck out her tongue in a childish way. Elrond broke the tense moment.
"Strangers from distant lands, friends of old, you've been summoned here to answer the threat of Mordor. Middle Earth stands on the brink of destruction. None can escape it. You will unite, you will fall. Each race is bound to this fate, this one doom. Bring forth the Ring Frodo."
A Hobbit, seated next to Gandalf the Wizard, stood, and walked out to a stone caryatid in the middle of the Council. On it, he put a small, gold ring, which Legolas would have thought to be completely unremarkable, had he not known better. Hushed mutters initiated as the Hobbit made his way back to his place.
"So it is true." whispered Boromir, a man from Gondor, as his grey eyes fixed on the Ring. Never removing his gaze, he continued.
"It is a gift. A gift to the foes of Mordor!" he stood, prowling about the council, "Why not use this ring? Long has my father, the Steward of Gondor, kept the forces of Mordor at bay, with the blood of our people! All your lands kept safe!!" he peered around himself at the council members, "Give Gondor the weapon of the enemy! Let us use it against him!"
Boromir was cut off by Aragorn, another man, but a ranger from up North.
"You cannot wield it! None of us can! The One Ring answers to Sauron alone. It has no other master!"
Boromir scanned Aragorn septically before commenting,
"And what would a Ranger know of this matter?"
Legolas felt anger surge through him. This man, from Gondor none the less, was speaking to his rightful king in vain! Legolas leapt to his feet.
"This is no mere Ranger! He is Aragorn, son of Arathorn. You owe him your allegiance."
He announced, glaring at Boromir. Lalwen glanced over at him, a pretty smirk on her face. Legolas tried very hard not to let his eyes stray from the point at hand, but it was not rudimentary. Meanwhile, Boromir had raised his eyebrows, studying Aragorn almost sneeringly.
"Aragorn? This is Isildur's heir?"
"An heir to the throne of Gondor!" Legolas snapped.
"Havä bád, Legolas," Aragorn mumbled, gesturing Legolas back to his seat. Legolas sat down, still fuming. Boromir, meanwhile, was still grimacing at Aragorn. As he returned to his seat, he hissed,
"Gondor has no king. Gondor needs no king."
The Council was silent for a moment. Then, Gandalf spoke.
"Aragorn is right. We cannot use it."
"Then we have only one choice; the Ring must be destroyed." Elrond interjected, gazing distantly at the Ring. The Dwarf whom Lalwen had insulted, sat up in his seat, glanced around, and cried,
"Then what are we waiting for? RAAAHH!!"
And swung his axe down on the platform. The deafening sound of stone hitting stone echoed through the Council as the Dwarf was hurled backwards by the strength admitted from the impact. Words, in the Black Tongue, sounded in faint rustles about the Council, hissing their fowl language.
"The Ring cannot not be destroyed , Gimli, son of Gloin by any craft we here possess." Elrond whispered, his eyes centered on the Ring, "The Ring was made in the fires of Mount Doom; only there can it be unmade... It must be taken deep into Mordor and cast into the fiery chasm from whence it came!" Elrond looked about himself, "One of you must do this." he concluded. No one said anything.
"One does not simply walk into Mordor," scoffed Boromir, "It's black gates are guarded by more then just Orcs. There is evil there that does not sleep! And the great Eye, is ever watchful. 'Tis a barren waste land, riddled with fire and ash and dust...the very air you breath is a poisonous fume. Not with ten thousand men could you do this . . . It is folly!"
Legolas, again jumped to his feet.
"Have you heard nothing Lord Elrond had said? The Ring must be destroyed!"
The pompous little Dwarf from before stood and growled,
"And I suppose you think you're the one to do it?"
"And if we fail, what then?" this was Boromir again, "What happens when Sauron takes back what is his!?"
"I will be dead before I see the Ring in the hands of an Elf!!" cried the Dwarf.
Several other Elves sprung to their feet, shooting daggers at Gloin's son. Legolas put up his arms to prevent Maikamacilion and Quelletarmaion from launching themselves at the Dwarf. By now, numerous arguments had irrupted. Among the few who had not entwined themselves in rage, Legolas noticed, were Nimheru and Lalwen. They sat, quite still and silent, watching the squabbling disapprovingly. The Hobbit, Frodo, suddenly jumped up and cried,
"I will take it! I will take it!"
Though he tried, his little voice was not heard through the turmoil. Legolas saw Lalwen look at her father, as though seeking permission, and, when Nimheru nodded, she closed her green-grey eyes, and waved her hand, muttering under her breath. The shouts of controversies diminished, and Frodo's voice magnified greatly.
"I will take the Ring to Mordor!"
The group ceased their bickering, and turned to stare at the Hobbit.
"Although I do not know the way." Frodo faltered, somewhat nervously under the gaze of the Council. Gandalf broke the silence again.
"I will help you bare this burden, Frodo Baggins, as long as it is your's to bare."
Aragorn rose, walked over, and knelt before Frodo.
"By my life of death, I can protect you, I will. You have my sword."
Legolas felt responsibility seething inside him. This was his fate.
"And you have my bow!" he announced, stepping forward to stand beside Aragorn.
*looks smugly at the pointy eared bow twanger (aka Leggy)* how very noble TPEBT!!! (TPEBT = the pointy eared bow twanger) we all luv you!!!! *gives him a big, 'wet one' on his cheek*....so...who's up for checkers?!?! oh! i think i should inform you all that this story is going to be divided into three 'books', if you will, and I'm changing the title of this story, so, ya...next chapters will have some romance, no smut, but romance, and thats kinda' it for the real, full-kickin romance a while (you'll see why)................FIN.........
Legolas slept restlessly that night, as his strange day haunting his dreams. Just when he felt
sleep drifting upon him, Lalwen's smiling face, her faerie wings, her fascinating eyes, the queer, and distant look upon her fair face whilst she was in the tree, their kiss....his stomach jolted ungainly at the latter thought. What had he been thinking? Now she would probably never want to see his face again.
Morning came, and a groggy Legolas ambled out of his room. He almost ran into Arwen again, as he turned blindly around a corner.
"Legolas, are you all right?" she asked, he grey eyes scanning his hooded ones and rumpled clothing.
"Fine," he replied, yawning, "Just didn't sleep too well..."
He sauntered off again. Legolas had been sent to Rivendell by his father as a messenger to inform Elrond of Gollum's escape from Mirkwood. He was summoned to the Council of Rivendell, where representatives of each race were to decide what to do with the One Ring.
He sat plunked down in one of the seats, and waited for the others to arrive. Maikamacilion and Quelletarmaion were already there, sitting in the chairs on either side of him.
"So," began Maikamacilion with a smirk, "how fairs Lalwendë?"
Legolas' head snapped toward his friend.
"What?" Legolas levied, bitting his lip.
"Oh come now!" cried Quelletarmaion, "everyone's seen you around Rivendell with her! Maikamacilion and I were begining to-"
But what exactly Quelletarmaion and Maikamacilion had been thinking, Legolas never knew, for at that moment, a gruff voice echoed through the assembly,
"What is she doing here? She's a woman! A woman can't be here!"
The three Elves glanced over, and saw a Dwarf standing up and pointing an accusing finger at Lalwen, who stood next to Nimheru. Both father and daughter had a slightly amused expression on their faces. Lalwen stepped silently forward in front of the Dwarf and, in a rather quiet, yet smooth and firm voice, commented,
"Master Dwarf, although I am a woman, that makes no difference whether I should be allowed to be here or not. There is absolutely no contrast," her eyes strayed to his grimy face and ratty beard as she said this, "between you and me, except for that your mind is so completely shut, I doubt any tool that anyone here possesses, could unfurl it."
She turned on her heel, and sat down next to her father. Nimheru had watched his daughter's show of wits with interest, and now he leaned over to her, and whispered with a grin,
"Well worded, my charming daughter," Legolas and his friends, who were sitting nearby, heard this and sniggered quietly. The Dwarf sat down, grumbling to his kin, and glaring at Lalwen. She smirked and stuck out her tongue in a childish way. Elrond broke the tense moment.
"Strangers from distant lands, friends of old, you've been summoned here to answer the threat of Mordor. Middle Earth stands on the brink of destruction. None can escape it. You will unite, you will fall. Each race is bound to this fate, this one doom. Bring forth the Ring Frodo."
A Hobbit, seated next to Gandalf the Wizard, stood, and walked out to a stone caryatid in the middle of the Council. On it, he put a small, gold ring, which Legolas would have thought to be completely unremarkable, had he not known better. Hushed mutters initiated as the Hobbit made his way back to his place.
"So it is true." whispered Boromir, a man from Gondor, as his grey eyes fixed on the Ring. Never removing his gaze, he continued.
"It is a gift. A gift to the foes of Mordor!" he stood, prowling about the council, "Why not use this ring? Long has my father, the Steward of Gondor, kept the forces of Mordor at bay, with the blood of our people! All your lands kept safe!!" he peered around himself at the council members, "Give Gondor the weapon of the enemy! Let us use it against him!"
Boromir was cut off by Aragorn, another man, but a ranger from up North.
"You cannot wield it! None of us can! The One Ring answers to Sauron alone. It has no other master!"
Boromir scanned Aragorn septically before commenting,
"And what would a Ranger know of this matter?"
Legolas felt anger surge through him. This man, from Gondor none the less, was speaking to his rightful king in vain! Legolas leapt to his feet.
"This is no mere Ranger! He is Aragorn, son of Arathorn. You owe him your allegiance."
He announced, glaring at Boromir. Lalwen glanced over at him, a pretty smirk on her face. Legolas tried very hard not to let his eyes stray from the point at hand, but it was not rudimentary. Meanwhile, Boromir had raised his eyebrows, studying Aragorn almost sneeringly.
"Aragorn? This is Isildur's heir?"
"An heir to the throne of Gondor!" Legolas snapped.
"Havä bád, Legolas," Aragorn mumbled, gesturing Legolas back to his seat. Legolas sat down, still fuming. Boromir, meanwhile, was still grimacing at Aragorn. As he returned to his seat, he hissed,
"Gondor has no king. Gondor needs no king."
The Council was silent for a moment. Then, Gandalf spoke.
"Aragorn is right. We cannot use it."
"Then we have only one choice; the Ring must be destroyed." Elrond interjected, gazing distantly at the Ring. The Dwarf whom Lalwen had insulted, sat up in his seat, glanced around, and cried,
"Then what are we waiting for? RAAAHH!!"
And swung his axe down on the platform. The deafening sound of stone hitting stone echoed through the Council as the Dwarf was hurled backwards by the strength admitted from the impact. Words, in the Black Tongue, sounded in faint rustles about the Council, hissing their fowl language.
"The Ring cannot not be destroyed , Gimli, son of Gloin by any craft we here possess." Elrond whispered, his eyes centered on the Ring, "The Ring was made in the fires of Mount Doom; only there can it be unmade... It must be taken deep into Mordor and cast into the fiery chasm from whence it came!" Elrond looked about himself, "One of you must do this." he concluded. No one said anything.
"One does not simply walk into Mordor," scoffed Boromir, "It's black gates are guarded by more then just Orcs. There is evil there that does not sleep! And the great Eye, is ever watchful. 'Tis a barren waste land, riddled with fire and ash and dust...the very air you breath is a poisonous fume. Not with ten thousand men could you do this . . . It is folly!"
Legolas, again jumped to his feet.
"Have you heard nothing Lord Elrond had said? The Ring must be destroyed!"
The pompous little Dwarf from before stood and growled,
"And I suppose you think you're the one to do it?"
"And if we fail, what then?" this was Boromir again, "What happens when Sauron takes back what is his!?"
"I will be dead before I see the Ring in the hands of an Elf!!" cried the Dwarf.
Several other Elves sprung to their feet, shooting daggers at Gloin's son. Legolas put up his arms to prevent Maikamacilion and Quelletarmaion from launching themselves at the Dwarf. By now, numerous arguments had irrupted. Among the few who had not entwined themselves in rage, Legolas noticed, were Nimheru and Lalwen. They sat, quite still and silent, watching the squabbling disapprovingly. The Hobbit, Frodo, suddenly jumped up and cried,
"I will take it! I will take it!"
Though he tried, his little voice was not heard through the turmoil. Legolas saw Lalwen look at her father, as though seeking permission, and, when Nimheru nodded, she closed her green-grey eyes, and waved her hand, muttering under her breath. The shouts of controversies diminished, and Frodo's voice magnified greatly.
"I will take the Ring to Mordor!"
The group ceased their bickering, and turned to stare at the Hobbit.
"Although I do not know the way." Frodo faltered, somewhat nervously under the gaze of the Council. Gandalf broke the silence again.
"I will help you bare this burden, Frodo Baggins, as long as it is your's to bare."
Aragorn rose, walked over, and knelt before Frodo.
"By my life of death, I can protect you, I will. You have my sword."
Legolas felt responsibility seething inside him. This was his fate.
"And you have my bow!" he announced, stepping forward to stand beside Aragorn.
*looks smugly at the pointy eared bow twanger (aka Leggy)* how very noble TPEBT!!! (TPEBT = the pointy eared bow twanger) we all luv you!!!! *gives him a big, 'wet one' on his cheek*....so...who's up for checkers?!?! oh! i think i should inform you all that this story is going to be divided into three 'books', if you will, and I'm changing the title of this story, so, ya...next chapters will have some romance, no smut, but romance, and thats kinda' it for the real, full-kickin romance a while (you'll see why)................FIN.........