Title: Double Take
Chapter: 1: Legolas Exposits
Author: Alkalphiel and The Scribe
Summary: Legolas' version of "First Sight"
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A/N: The Scribe: The Lord of the Rings and all its accompanying parts, characters and mythologies are not mine. This fanfiction is intended as a work of respect for and tribute to J. R. R. Tolkien's creations.
Alkalphiel: Well, Legolas wanted to tell his end of how we met. Here it is!
~*~
A prince has many responsibilities.
Or so my father tells me at every occasion. "Legolas," he says, "you must make a greater effort to find your soul mate. I have no desire to rule Mirkwood forever, but I cannot in good conscience sail for the Grey Havens until you have your queen beside you."
"I will find her when I find her, father. You know these things cannot be rushed, so why do you push me?"
King Thranduil sighed. "I don't want you to be alone. Your mother and I were very happy, and even if the Sea did not call me to sail, the promise of reunion with her would. I wish that happiness for you, my son. How does this strike you? I would like to give a festival in honor of your return from the War of the Ring. I'm certain that a great many Elves will attend, thus presenting you with many possible matches. If your life mate should happen to attend the festival and you find her there, both our hearts will be glad of it. If not, I promise to hold my peace about this matter - for a time, at least."
I was impressed. "Atar, I think a festival is a grand idea. I will attend and gladly. With any luck, my other half will be there of her own accord."
"Excellent. We will begin preparations immediately."
My father strode out of the room. Although he has reached an age considered venerable even by Elves, his presence is still powerful. I felt significant energy drain from the chamber. I myself crossed to the window to ponder what I had just agreed to.
Any such gathering would be filled with single Elves, hoping to connect with their matches. And out of any group of single Elves, a large part of the females would take an active role in the seeking of their mates. A very active role. At least, where I was concerned. The evening, I now realized, would be a procession of women introducing themselves to me, hoping for a spark.
It was true enough that meeting many new people increased the odds that one would be my life mate. It was also true that I, having been gone these years on my quest, had not met many Elven women recently. Logically, it stood to reason that this was the best course of action.
My reservation was one that I did not feel compelled to share with my father, or any one for that matter. A touch of foresight ran in our family, not enough to reveal specific details but enough to give a general sense of direction. I had a very strong feeling that my life mate would not seek me out, but rather that I would find her. Indeed, something older than time whispered to me as I stood on that balcony, watching sunset tinge the horizon golden. ~She will not come willingly. You must win her over.~
"Why? How?" I whispered back. ~The wound that does not kill may still scar. It is enough. You will overcome.~ The voice would say no more than that; I was left with the distinct impression that I'd already been told too much. "I will win her over," I promised the wind.
Chapter: 1: Legolas Exposits
Author: Alkalphiel and The Scribe
Summary: Legolas' version of "First Sight"
Feedback: Yes, please! Post reviews or email alkalphiel@yahoo.com
A/N: The Scribe: The Lord of the Rings and all its accompanying parts, characters and mythologies are not mine. This fanfiction is intended as a work of respect for and tribute to J. R. R. Tolkien's creations.
Alkalphiel: Well, Legolas wanted to tell his end of how we met. Here it is!
~*~
A prince has many responsibilities.
Or so my father tells me at every occasion. "Legolas," he says, "you must make a greater effort to find your soul mate. I have no desire to rule Mirkwood forever, but I cannot in good conscience sail for the Grey Havens until you have your queen beside you."
"I will find her when I find her, father. You know these things cannot be rushed, so why do you push me?"
King Thranduil sighed. "I don't want you to be alone. Your mother and I were very happy, and even if the Sea did not call me to sail, the promise of reunion with her would. I wish that happiness for you, my son. How does this strike you? I would like to give a festival in honor of your return from the War of the Ring. I'm certain that a great many Elves will attend, thus presenting you with many possible matches. If your life mate should happen to attend the festival and you find her there, both our hearts will be glad of it. If not, I promise to hold my peace about this matter - for a time, at least."
I was impressed. "Atar, I think a festival is a grand idea. I will attend and gladly. With any luck, my other half will be there of her own accord."
"Excellent. We will begin preparations immediately."
My father strode out of the room. Although he has reached an age considered venerable even by Elves, his presence is still powerful. I felt significant energy drain from the chamber. I myself crossed to the window to ponder what I had just agreed to.
Any such gathering would be filled with single Elves, hoping to connect with their matches. And out of any group of single Elves, a large part of the females would take an active role in the seeking of their mates. A very active role. At least, where I was concerned. The evening, I now realized, would be a procession of women introducing themselves to me, hoping for a spark.
It was true enough that meeting many new people increased the odds that one would be my life mate. It was also true that I, having been gone these years on my quest, had not met many Elven women recently. Logically, it stood to reason that this was the best course of action.
My reservation was one that I did not feel compelled to share with my father, or any one for that matter. A touch of foresight ran in our family, not enough to reveal specific details but enough to give a general sense of direction. I had a very strong feeling that my life mate would not seek me out, but rather that I would find her. Indeed, something older than time whispered to me as I stood on that balcony, watching sunset tinge the horizon golden. ~She will not come willingly. You must win her over.~
"Why? How?" I whispered back. ~The wound that does not kill may still scar. It is enough. You will overcome.~ The voice would say no more than that; I was left with the distinct impression that I'd already been told too much. "I will win her over," I promised the wind.
