Disclaimer: I do not own Legolas or any related characters. I also do not
the character Mary-Sue as I believe in the freedom and human rights of all
original characters.
A/N: This fic is dedicated to/written for my friend Jane, who happens to hate Legomances and Mary-Sues, as do I. She did, however ask me to write it, and kept harassing me about writing it, and will be celebrating the instalment of the first chapter, and will keep harassing me about further chapters. She's a very strange person (no offence Jane, but you are, and stop poking me).
So, without further ado, here it is:
Oh wait - more ado - please forgive any strangeness or stupidity. I wrote this on a bus at the end of a tour around Tasmania (island state pretending to be part of Australia)(no offence meant to any Tasmanians) with minimal sleep and a head cold.
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Legolas dipped his hands into the icy stream, and brought the water up in cupped hands, splashing his perfectly proportioned face. He dried his face and hands on his shirt, before pulling it back over his head, onto his firm, muscular body. He smiled at his reflection in the rippling water of the stream, showing his sparkling white teeth.
He stood, silent, then turned without a noise. He walked back to the clearing and the glowing coals which had, the previous night been a hearty cooking fire, guarding them from the cold of night.
His sharp ears detected the sound of movement behind him.
"Good morning," Legolas grinned, turning to face the man.
"This morning," grumbled Boromir, "is anything but 'good'." Boromir was not what you called a 'morning person', quite the opposite in fact.
"But what do you mean by 'good morning'?" enquired Aragorn, getting u from his resting place. "Do you mean that it is a good morning, or do you mean to wish me a good morning, or do you mean that it is a good morning to be good on, or do."
"Shut up, Strider" said Boromir scornfully, glaring at the man.
"I was just wondering what Legolas meant." Aragorn sulked.
"Oh come on, Gandalf said that like a hundred years ago, it's getting old."
"I'm not getting old!" cried Legolas indignantly. He had fast gotten bored of the conversation and had switched off, but was rudely awakened on hearing his name and the word 'old' in quick succession.
"Huh?" Asked Boromir, confused. He wasn't a very smart cookie, and was easily confused.
"Well, you're older than me," stated Merry, who had just joined them, hearing only the last part of the conversation.
"And me," added Aragorn.
"Me too," agreed Boromir, who had just caught up.
"And me!" Said Frodo.
"Me too," said Sam, not knowing what he was claiming to be, but could not handle the thought of not being something Frodo was.
"Me as well!" exclaimed Pippin. "What are we all?" he whispered to Merry.
"Younger than Legolas."
"Oh, well, of course we are all younger than him."
Legolas had had enough. With Pippin's last comment he ponced out of the clearing. He walked aimlessly, blind with anger. He found himself on the summit of a hill, where he sat and continued to mope.
Aragorn found him later, string into the distance, a troubled expression on his otherwise beautiful face.
"There is a foul wind coming from the East." Legolas informed him.
"What is it? Sauron? What? Who?" Aragorn panicked. Like the majority of Middle-earth he didn't like Sauron. He especially didn't like him now that everyone thought he was weak just because Sauron had defeated a pathetic excuse for an ancestor of his through a stupid bit of jewellery.
"Yeah, uh huh, right Legolas," said Gimli, who happened to pop up from nowhere in particular at that moment. "Last time you said that it was just a bunch of birds."
"I don't like Ravens." Legolas said sulkily. He was still in a bad mood from the morning's conversation about his age. "But it is not that which troubles me." He said poetically.
"Don't keep us in suspense," said Aragorn, still uneasy. He didn't like birds either, especially ones who happened to ravens, who happened to fly overhead and who happened to be spies of Sauron.
"The air moves in a foul way from the dark lands of the East. It troubles me greatly."
"So it is Sauron?"
"No, it's stuffing up my hair."
Aragorn stomped off, muttering to himself. Did Legolas try to frustrate him, or did it just come naturally? Legolas knew Aragorn was incredibly stressed about the coming orcs trying to get the One Ring of Power, Sauron, the One Ring of Power, Saruman, the One Ring of Power, etc.
Legolas looked after Aragorn. He was being very moody lately. It upset him to see Aragorn annoyed, and he couldn't handle the concept of anyone being annoyed at someone so perfect as he.
Gimli stayed a moment longer than Aragorn, looking curiously at Legolas (who was still looking Eastward) wondering at Legolas' sanity.
Pretty good looking, if your into that kind of thing, not too bright though, and a tad vain, but what could you expect from an elf? Gimli concluded.
A/N: to all those legomance and Mary-Sue fans, don't stress! Mary Sue is coming, but she needs a whole chapter to herself, so maybe next chapter. And as soon as Mary-Sue is in the fic, you can guess what happens between her and a certain elf. My friend Jane want's me to change Mary-Sue's name to 'Jane', cos 'Jane's a noce name.' Let me know what you think.
Oh, and by the way, this is set when the fellowship are at the Falls of Rauros, and Boromir isn't dead (yet), as is evident by his physical presence in the scene.
A/N: This fic is dedicated to/written for my friend Jane, who happens to hate Legomances and Mary-Sues, as do I. She did, however ask me to write it, and kept harassing me about writing it, and will be celebrating the instalment of the first chapter, and will keep harassing me about further chapters. She's a very strange person (no offence Jane, but you are, and stop poking me).
So, without further ado, here it is:
Oh wait - more ado - please forgive any strangeness or stupidity. I wrote this on a bus at the end of a tour around Tasmania (island state pretending to be part of Australia)(no offence meant to any Tasmanians) with minimal sleep and a head cold.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Legolas dipped his hands into the icy stream, and brought the water up in cupped hands, splashing his perfectly proportioned face. He dried his face and hands on his shirt, before pulling it back over his head, onto his firm, muscular body. He smiled at his reflection in the rippling water of the stream, showing his sparkling white teeth.
He stood, silent, then turned without a noise. He walked back to the clearing and the glowing coals which had, the previous night been a hearty cooking fire, guarding them from the cold of night.
His sharp ears detected the sound of movement behind him.
"Good morning," Legolas grinned, turning to face the man.
"This morning," grumbled Boromir, "is anything but 'good'." Boromir was not what you called a 'morning person', quite the opposite in fact.
"But what do you mean by 'good morning'?" enquired Aragorn, getting u from his resting place. "Do you mean that it is a good morning, or do you mean to wish me a good morning, or do you mean that it is a good morning to be good on, or do."
"Shut up, Strider" said Boromir scornfully, glaring at the man.
"I was just wondering what Legolas meant." Aragorn sulked.
"Oh come on, Gandalf said that like a hundred years ago, it's getting old."
"I'm not getting old!" cried Legolas indignantly. He had fast gotten bored of the conversation and had switched off, but was rudely awakened on hearing his name and the word 'old' in quick succession.
"Huh?" Asked Boromir, confused. He wasn't a very smart cookie, and was easily confused.
"Well, you're older than me," stated Merry, who had just joined them, hearing only the last part of the conversation.
"And me," added Aragorn.
"Me too," agreed Boromir, who had just caught up.
"And me!" Said Frodo.
"Me too," said Sam, not knowing what he was claiming to be, but could not handle the thought of not being something Frodo was.
"Me as well!" exclaimed Pippin. "What are we all?" he whispered to Merry.
"Younger than Legolas."
"Oh, well, of course we are all younger than him."
Legolas had had enough. With Pippin's last comment he ponced out of the clearing. He walked aimlessly, blind with anger. He found himself on the summit of a hill, where he sat and continued to mope.
Aragorn found him later, string into the distance, a troubled expression on his otherwise beautiful face.
"There is a foul wind coming from the East." Legolas informed him.
"What is it? Sauron? What? Who?" Aragorn panicked. Like the majority of Middle-earth he didn't like Sauron. He especially didn't like him now that everyone thought he was weak just because Sauron had defeated a pathetic excuse for an ancestor of his through a stupid bit of jewellery.
"Yeah, uh huh, right Legolas," said Gimli, who happened to pop up from nowhere in particular at that moment. "Last time you said that it was just a bunch of birds."
"I don't like Ravens." Legolas said sulkily. He was still in a bad mood from the morning's conversation about his age. "But it is not that which troubles me." He said poetically.
"Don't keep us in suspense," said Aragorn, still uneasy. He didn't like birds either, especially ones who happened to ravens, who happened to fly overhead and who happened to be spies of Sauron.
"The air moves in a foul way from the dark lands of the East. It troubles me greatly."
"So it is Sauron?"
"No, it's stuffing up my hair."
Aragorn stomped off, muttering to himself. Did Legolas try to frustrate him, or did it just come naturally? Legolas knew Aragorn was incredibly stressed about the coming orcs trying to get the One Ring of Power, Sauron, the One Ring of Power, Saruman, the One Ring of Power, etc.
Legolas looked after Aragorn. He was being very moody lately. It upset him to see Aragorn annoyed, and he couldn't handle the concept of anyone being annoyed at someone so perfect as he.
Gimli stayed a moment longer than Aragorn, looking curiously at Legolas (who was still looking Eastward) wondering at Legolas' sanity.
Pretty good looking, if your into that kind of thing, not too bright though, and a tad vain, but what could you expect from an elf? Gimli concluded.
A/N: to all those legomance and Mary-Sue fans, don't stress! Mary Sue is coming, but she needs a whole chapter to herself, so maybe next chapter. And as soon as Mary-Sue is in the fic, you can guess what happens between her and a certain elf. My friend Jane want's me to change Mary-Sue's name to 'Jane', cos 'Jane's a noce name.' Let me know what you think.
Oh, and by the way, this is set when the fellowship are at the Falls of Rauros, and Boromir isn't dead (yet), as is evident by his physical presence in the scene.