Okay, this starts about 10 years after the Return of the King has ended,
and Legolas is back in his home. This is also assuming that he is the heir
to the throne. He has a best friend; their childhood will be explained in
more detail in later chapters. This is more a prologue then anything else.
Bear with me on the little details (such as a war going on in Middle
earth, and Thranduil being gone, twill all be explained in later chapters.
If I get reviewed (meaning I know that people actually read this story)
I'll continue. This is based on aspects of the BOOK and not the movie, and
there are spoilers for the two towers in later chapters. Some peoples might
think that it starts with Ariomialwen being a Mary-sue. She's not going to
be trust me!
Disclaimer: I don't own LOTR obviously (though I wish I did) I do own Ariomialwen so don't take her from me!
Ariomialwen strode into the main hall of the palace where Legolas was assembled with his men. One of them, which she recognized as a general was giving reports. "Is what I head true?" She asked him, her voice shaking in anger. "I don't think that the orders I heard were from the mouth the elf that I've known for my entire life!" Legolas turned to her, surprised. "What is wrong, cloud?" He used her childhood nickname. "What did you hear?" he didn't remember the last time that his best friend had spoken to him or anyone in such anger. "A group of human travelers, refugees of war set camp on the edge of Mirkwood. There are about 300 of them, mostly women and children." Legolas inclined his head slightly. He didn't like where this was going. Ariomialwen continued, "They were over taken by a band of orcs, and are not faring well. You sent not a single soldier to help them, to prevent them from being tortured to a horrible death?" Legolas avoided her eyes as he responded, "I could not spare one with the war coming towards Mirkwood. Besides, our affairs are not with humans. With My father's absence, I wish I could send many troops to several places, but I have so few at my disposal." He cringed for her response. When the lord of Mirkwood had left, Legolas had raised to the temporary position of King, proving himself a true leader. It had been hard to stand up to all the authorities and advisors of his father's court, but standing up to his best friend proved to be even harder. "You are just letting them die then!" Some of the officers around Legolas looked at the ground. Just like Legolas they were trapped. Legolas had to give orders that benefited only his people, and the officers had to follow them. Some didn't even cringe; they had poor opinion of men and cared little for what happened to them. Ariomialwen glared at all of them. "I have no choices, besides, I need to keep my people safe and comfortable. If I let out troops for humans, what would they think?" He hated himself more and more for every word he spoke, but he knew that he had no choice. His father had once told him that a king needed to be cruel sometimes, to be a better king later. He knew how Ariomialwen felt about all creatures, he hated himself because he knew she was right and he couldn't do a thing about it." "The Legolas I know would not think twice." "The Legolas you know hasn't had to rule an entire country. This is no time to argue with me! Ariomialwen, this will have to wait, I need to speak with." She cut him off. "If you will not send your people to protect innocents, then I will do it alone!" Legolas was firm in his next remark. Trying to help Humans so outnumbered by orcs would be certain death. He might make her suffer now, but she would still be alive. "You will not, you will stay in the castle!" It occurred to him now that she was already prepared for his response. She had a bag with her as well as her bow and elvish knives. Instead of a nice dress that would be usually worn for dinner, she wore a traveling skirt of pale lilac, with a sturdy white blouse and an emerald green cloak. "You can not order me around! I go where I please." She glared into his eyes, seeming to bore holes into his skin. He could not hold her gaze and looked away, before replying, torturing himself with every word that he forced out of his mouth. "I can, and I will. I am in charge in my father's absence, and I am your King. I order you to stay here!" She looked into his eyes again, but this time tears were streaming down her cheeks and ran with all her might towards the entrance. Before anyone could stop her, she was out and running towards Mirkwood forest.
As soon as the shock of her outburst had worn off, Legolas burst out the door after her. The officers didn't even try to stop him; they knew it would be no use.
He raced after her, Even though she was a fast sprinter; Legolas was easily the better of the two. Quickly, he grabbed her, yanking her to the ground as they both tumbled and fell into the underbrush of the forest. She struggled violently, trying with all her might to get up, to get away from him, but it was no use. He pinned her down as best he could without hurting her.
"Hold still!" he exclaimed. "I just want to talk to you."
"Let me go! We have nothing to talk about, I will go my own way, you cannot stop me, or I will. I'll kill you!" This remark stung Legolas even more then any physical blow could. Finally Ariomialwen realized that escape was hopeless and stopped struggling, defeated. She turned away from him.
"Look at me!" Legolas demanded, more harshly that he wanted. "Let me go!" She demanded, equally harsh "Will you run away?" "Yes." "Then I will not let you go then." Legolas used on hand to pull her head up so that she had to face him. Every movement hurt him, but he would not lose his friend. As soon as he made himself look at her face, he wished with all his heart that he hadn't. He saw sadness, anger and disappointment of him in her face. Each of these feelings tore at his heart, but what split it open was a glint of fear in her eyes. Quickly her rolled off her so that she could get up. She just lay there, silently crying. Finally he said,
"Cloud, please, listen, I was wrong, forgive." She stood up and looked at him with almost unseeing eyes, as though all her spirit had left them. She stood to and quickly walked toward her, putting an arm out to touch her hand. As soon as he touched it, she recoiled, as though he had struck her instead of lightly touched her hand. he reaction made him take a step back from her. How long they stood in silence, neither of them knew, until finally Ariomialwen took a step backwards. She had never been one to be quiet, usually she told every exactly how she felt, and never actually had learned to keep her mouth shut. It would have wounded Legolas less if she had screamed and shouted about how much she hated him for his actions.
She pulled something off her neck; it was a present that Legolas had given her years ago as a present of eternal friendship. It was a tiny perfectly silver crafted bottle shaped like a crescent moon hung on a piece of cord. Because she had loved healing things, elves, animals, and man alike, it contained one of the strongest healing potions that money could buy. She had treasured it, as Legolas has treasured the fine dagger that she had given him, it now hung at his waist. Either of them would have treasured a scrap of paper if the other had given it to them. It wasn't so much the object that the cherished, but each other.
Ariomialwen took another step back. Then she ran..
I'll write more if people want me too, but tell me, is it crap? Is it ok? I'll also take ideas. Please R/R!!!!
Lady-Daine
Disclaimer: I don't own LOTR obviously (though I wish I did) I do own Ariomialwen so don't take her from me!
Ariomialwen strode into the main hall of the palace where Legolas was assembled with his men. One of them, which she recognized as a general was giving reports. "Is what I head true?" She asked him, her voice shaking in anger. "I don't think that the orders I heard were from the mouth the elf that I've known for my entire life!" Legolas turned to her, surprised. "What is wrong, cloud?" He used her childhood nickname. "What did you hear?" he didn't remember the last time that his best friend had spoken to him or anyone in such anger. "A group of human travelers, refugees of war set camp on the edge of Mirkwood. There are about 300 of them, mostly women and children." Legolas inclined his head slightly. He didn't like where this was going. Ariomialwen continued, "They were over taken by a band of orcs, and are not faring well. You sent not a single soldier to help them, to prevent them from being tortured to a horrible death?" Legolas avoided her eyes as he responded, "I could not spare one with the war coming towards Mirkwood. Besides, our affairs are not with humans. With My father's absence, I wish I could send many troops to several places, but I have so few at my disposal." He cringed for her response. When the lord of Mirkwood had left, Legolas had raised to the temporary position of King, proving himself a true leader. It had been hard to stand up to all the authorities and advisors of his father's court, but standing up to his best friend proved to be even harder. "You are just letting them die then!" Some of the officers around Legolas looked at the ground. Just like Legolas they were trapped. Legolas had to give orders that benefited only his people, and the officers had to follow them. Some didn't even cringe; they had poor opinion of men and cared little for what happened to them. Ariomialwen glared at all of them. "I have no choices, besides, I need to keep my people safe and comfortable. If I let out troops for humans, what would they think?" He hated himself more and more for every word he spoke, but he knew that he had no choice. His father had once told him that a king needed to be cruel sometimes, to be a better king later. He knew how Ariomialwen felt about all creatures, he hated himself because he knew she was right and he couldn't do a thing about it." "The Legolas I know would not think twice." "The Legolas you know hasn't had to rule an entire country. This is no time to argue with me! Ariomialwen, this will have to wait, I need to speak with." She cut him off. "If you will not send your people to protect innocents, then I will do it alone!" Legolas was firm in his next remark. Trying to help Humans so outnumbered by orcs would be certain death. He might make her suffer now, but she would still be alive. "You will not, you will stay in the castle!" It occurred to him now that she was already prepared for his response. She had a bag with her as well as her bow and elvish knives. Instead of a nice dress that would be usually worn for dinner, she wore a traveling skirt of pale lilac, with a sturdy white blouse and an emerald green cloak. "You can not order me around! I go where I please." She glared into his eyes, seeming to bore holes into his skin. He could not hold her gaze and looked away, before replying, torturing himself with every word that he forced out of his mouth. "I can, and I will. I am in charge in my father's absence, and I am your King. I order you to stay here!" She looked into his eyes again, but this time tears were streaming down her cheeks and ran with all her might towards the entrance. Before anyone could stop her, she was out and running towards Mirkwood forest.
As soon as the shock of her outburst had worn off, Legolas burst out the door after her. The officers didn't even try to stop him; they knew it would be no use.
He raced after her, Even though she was a fast sprinter; Legolas was easily the better of the two. Quickly, he grabbed her, yanking her to the ground as they both tumbled and fell into the underbrush of the forest. She struggled violently, trying with all her might to get up, to get away from him, but it was no use. He pinned her down as best he could without hurting her.
"Hold still!" he exclaimed. "I just want to talk to you."
"Let me go! We have nothing to talk about, I will go my own way, you cannot stop me, or I will. I'll kill you!" This remark stung Legolas even more then any physical blow could. Finally Ariomialwen realized that escape was hopeless and stopped struggling, defeated. She turned away from him.
"Look at me!" Legolas demanded, more harshly that he wanted. "Let me go!" She demanded, equally harsh "Will you run away?" "Yes." "Then I will not let you go then." Legolas used on hand to pull her head up so that she had to face him. Every movement hurt him, but he would not lose his friend. As soon as he made himself look at her face, he wished with all his heart that he hadn't. He saw sadness, anger and disappointment of him in her face. Each of these feelings tore at his heart, but what split it open was a glint of fear in her eyes. Quickly her rolled off her so that she could get up. She just lay there, silently crying. Finally he said,
"Cloud, please, listen, I was wrong, forgive." She stood up and looked at him with almost unseeing eyes, as though all her spirit had left them. She stood to and quickly walked toward her, putting an arm out to touch her hand. As soon as he touched it, she recoiled, as though he had struck her instead of lightly touched her hand. he reaction made him take a step back from her. How long they stood in silence, neither of them knew, until finally Ariomialwen took a step backwards. She had never been one to be quiet, usually she told every exactly how she felt, and never actually had learned to keep her mouth shut. It would have wounded Legolas less if she had screamed and shouted about how much she hated him for his actions.
She pulled something off her neck; it was a present that Legolas had given her years ago as a present of eternal friendship. It was a tiny perfectly silver crafted bottle shaped like a crescent moon hung on a piece of cord. Because she had loved healing things, elves, animals, and man alike, it contained one of the strongest healing potions that money could buy. She had treasured it, as Legolas has treasured the fine dagger that she had given him, it now hung at his waist. Either of them would have treasured a scrap of paper if the other had given it to them. It wasn't so much the object that the cherished, but each other.
Ariomialwen took another step back. Then she ran..
I'll write more if people want me too, but tell me, is it crap? Is it ok? I'll also take ideas. Please R/R!!!!
Lady-Daine