A/N: Hey! Well, this is the 3rd chappie. I hope you enjoy it. Just a note.
I'm gonna have a Carnival Break at school, so I'm going to Kenya with my
family, so might update again before I go, or I won't update at all until
I'm back, which will be in 2weeks and a half. I MIGHT update before then.
so check back! Bubye
A/N: I am fully aware that this story is a very good example of a Mary Sue, so you don't have to rub it in, OK? Something else, constructive criticism is VERY welcome. Meanwhile, flames are just ignored.
DISCLAIMER: The incredible Mr Tolkien invented all of the characters you recognise. Otherwise they were invented by moi/amin/ME!
Chap 3 Denial and Belief
It's funny, what love can do to you. It makes you laugh, cry speak out and shut up. Even more incredible, is the force of love on elves. Some of them keep it all to themselves without even giving a hint, and other shout it out so the whole earth will hear them. There are so many opposites and so many things in between. It's incredible, and it's called love.
Legolas was still in Rivendell, he had warned his father, King Thrundail (A/N: I'm not sure how to spell it), that he would stay there for a while, catching up with the news.
Legolas was at the fields, which in yaavie autumn were blue, purple, gold and copper. At sunrise and sunset, the whole field would turn a reddish hue, it was beautiful to watch. Legolas was lying down, somewhere in the middle of the main field. He picked a blue flower, the exact type which Meldávanë would always embroiled into her hair and braids. He picked each petal off and blew them away. He was thinking how glorious his life would be if he ever knew that Meldávanë loved him back. But he thought it would never happen.
He thought, 'Pull yourself together, Legolas. She is Lord Elrond's daughter, and probably fairest of all beings in Middle-Earth. Almost ever elf I know from Rivendell fancies her and I would be the last elf SHE would ever look at.'
But another side of him yelled back, 'Nonsense! You have many chances with the beautiful Goldenmoon, Legolas. All you have to do is believe.'
'Well, I do believe, but I've believed in it for 93 years and my belief is wearing out.'
'Things like this take time.'
'I have given time.'
'Not enough. Not yet. Just a bit longer. After all, you do have all eternity, and she does too. You don't have to rush into things, for they will fall into place for you. All YOU have to do is gibe fate a little nudge.'
Legolas then stood up. He passed his fingers through his long, blond hair and sighed. He stretched his arms and back and whistled a tune. With that, his white horse, Ninqueharan, galloped towards from a little distance away. Legolas mounted the horse and trotted back to Rivendell, where his fortune waited for him.
A/N: Umkay! That was the third chappie, as you have already noticed. *Looks at clock* Hey! I still have time to write up another chappie! You guys are lucky! Please review! *Looks up at you with puppy eyes which you can't possibly resist* PLEASE! You know you want to! *Smiles devilishly*
A/N: I am fully aware that this story is a very good example of a Mary Sue, so you don't have to rub it in, OK? Something else, constructive criticism is VERY welcome. Meanwhile, flames are just ignored.
DISCLAIMER: The incredible Mr Tolkien invented all of the characters you recognise. Otherwise they were invented by moi/amin/ME!
Chap 3 Denial and Belief
It's funny, what love can do to you. It makes you laugh, cry speak out and shut up. Even more incredible, is the force of love on elves. Some of them keep it all to themselves without even giving a hint, and other shout it out so the whole earth will hear them. There are so many opposites and so many things in between. It's incredible, and it's called love.
Legolas was still in Rivendell, he had warned his father, King Thrundail (A/N: I'm not sure how to spell it), that he would stay there for a while, catching up with the news.
Legolas was at the fields, which in yaavie autumn were blue, purple, gold and copper. At sunrise and sunset, the whole field would turn a reddish hue, it was beautiful to watch. Legolas was lying down, somewhere in the middle of the main field. He picked a blue flower, the exact type which Meldávanë would always embroiled into her hair and braids. He picked each petal off and blew them away. He was thinking how glorious his life would be if he ever knew that Meldávanë loved him back. But he thought it would never happen.
He thought, 'Pull yourself together, Legolas. She is Lord Elrond's daughter, and probably fairest of all beings in Middle-Earth. Almost ever elf I know from Rivendell fancies her and I would be the last elf SHE would ever look at.'
But another side of him yelled back, 'Nonsense! You have many chances with the beautiful Goldenmoon, Legolas. All you have to do is believe.'
'Well, I do believe, but I've believed in it for 93 years and my belief is wearing out.'
'Things like this take time.'
'I have given time.'
'Not enough. Not yet. Just a bit longer. After all, you do have all eternity, and she does too. You don't have to rush into things, for they will fall into place for you. All YOU have to do is gibe fate a little nudge.'
Legolas then stood up. He passed his fingers through his long, blond hair and sighed. He stretched his arms and back and whistled a tune. With that, his white horse, Ninqueharan, galloped towards from a little distance away. Legolas mounted the horse and trotted back to Rivendell, where his fortune waited for him.
A/N: Umkay! That was the third chappie, as you have already noticed. *Looks at clock* Hey! I still have time to write up another chappie! You guys are lucky! Please review! *Looks up at you with puppy eyes which you can't possibly resist* PLEASE! You know you want to! *Smiles devilishly*