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Power in the Shadows
(This one has nothing to do with my other Legolas FanFictions)
Type: Legolas Fic
Rating: R (Graphic war scenes; Inhumane Punishments)
Copyright: I don't own most of this.
Archive: I would be honored :)
Summary: AU-NO RING- Men and Elves in a battle for power, but there is an evil that manipulates the war in the shadows. Can Men and Elves stop the ultimate source of power? Or will the war destory them all?
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Chapter 17
Alive and Well
Legolas slept hard that morning. He woke a little later than three in the afternoon, with a little help from Arwen.
"Legolas?" She called to the sleeping elf. "Are you awake?"
"Mani uma lle merna?" Legolas asked lazily, not noticing that he was speaking Sindarin.
"Detholalle," Arwen replied, mimicking Legolas' language choice.
"Detholamin?" Legolas asked, opening his eyes. "Mani ten'?"
"Tulie a' mereth," she replied.
"I accept the invitation," Legolas replied and got up from his bed. The covers slid of his torso and Arwen turned around to give him privacy. She often saw her twin brothers in such a state, but she didn't want to make Legolas feel uncomfortable.
"You are wounded," she stated, noticing the bandages before turning. "Do our healers need to look at it?"
"Nay," Legolas replied. "I has been taken care of."
"Then I shall take my leave," she replied. "The feast starts at night fall."
"Tenna' san'," Legolas told her.
"Tenna' san'," she agreed and left the room.
Legolas had put on a robe that Elrond had sent to him. While he was in the palace he had to wear it because of tradition of guests. Plus Elrond did not approve of a Rohan tunic in his palace.
It had been a while since Legolas went to sleep. Now he could see Rivendell in the day time. Green trees sprang eternal, adding a majestic look to Rivendell... something Leoglas truly was grateful for because it helped ease the pain in his soul.
When the evening was nearing, Legolas was visited by a maid who brought Legolas an evening robe for the party. Legolas made the transition and headed down to the dining hall. His eyes lit up from what he saw ahead of him. Music, laughter, dancing, and complete happiness filled the room.
The young elves were all dancing or carrying conversations near the walls, while Elrond and the more elderly elves sat at the table and discussed wars and other tales. Elrond, who was sitting at the end of a long table, mad eye contact with Legolas and motioned for him to come sit near him at the table.
Legolas sat where Elrond had pointed and introduced him.
"This is Legolas, son of Thanduil and Prince of Mirkwood," Elrond announced, and the people sitting nearby gave him greetings.
"How are you liking Rivendell?" A man asked, trying to start conversation.
"It is lovely," Legolas said. "But not enough trees for my liking."
The men around him gave a merry laugh and started drinking their ales and wine. Legolas sat there for an hour or two, listening to tales from the older elves until a hand was on his shoulder. Legolas turned to see Arwen standing behind him in a white dress made of silk and decorated with golden leaves made of lace. He small tiara, which was the princess crown of Rivendell, was weaved into her dark brown hair which was in a tight bun.
"I am here to save you," Arwen said smiling. "Would you like to dance?"
"And what if he does not require saving, milady," Elrond said standing up and kissing her hand. "What if I am the one to asks you to dance instead?"
"Then I will agree, my prince," Arwen replied in a humorous manner. "But I ask you not to dance on my feet!"
All the men at the table raised their glass and laughed at Arwen's joke. Then Elrond and Arwen merrily danced to the center and proceeded to twirl and spin.
"That is a lovely woman," a man said.
"Looks just like her mother," another man agreed.
"Someone told me that she was not of the feminine nature," said another. "That she is more warrior."
"Aye," another agreed.
Legolas just turned and watched Arwen and Elrond dance in glee, showing a beautiful father to daughter relationship that would make anyone smile. Legolas was brought a glass of white wine by a waitor that was carrying a tray, and he began to drink his fill.
He got up from the table, carrying the wineglass with him, and circled the dance floor to get a better view of the dining hall. A diamond chandalier hung from the ceiling and the candles attached to it were what gave the room its lighting. He was admiring the chandelier when someone stood next to him.
He looked at them and saw it was a female elf with blonde hair. Legolas wondered about this because blonde hair was quite unusual for an elf from Rivendell. She was wearing a simple white dress that covered her feet and spread on the floor around her.
"Hello," she said, smiling at Legolas. "Do you remember me, Prince Legolas?"
Legolas looked closer and his eyes opened wide at what he saw. It was the woman scout that he thought sacrificed herself for him! How did she survive?
"Your alive!" Legolas proclaimed out loud, setting his glass down and placing his hands on her uncovered shoulders.
"Yes," she replied, smiling. "But it was only by luck."
"I surely thought the warrior would kill you!" Legolas told her.
"Yes," she said, biting her lip. "But he didn't."
"How did you escape?" Legolas asked.
"I managed to jab him in the stomach with my weapon and took the time to mount my horse and run before he could catch me," she replied.
"You don't know how much you surviving means to me, milady," Legolas said, looking into her eyes so she could tell the intensity of the statement. "This truly is a merry time indeed."
"May I steal a dance?" The girl asked.
"Yes," Legolas replied. "As soon as I get your name, milady."
"Rhîros," she replied.
Legolas grabbed her hands and they danced with a bond of friendship...
(A/N: The translations for the sentences are at the bottom. Just a friendly reminder: this fic is anti-romance! :) I'm hoping that this chapter will lighten the mood a little... because of some future events that are quite the opposite. Plus... my Sindarin eats dirt o.O Ignore it if it isn't grammatically correct... or you could give me the correction.
---TRANSLATIONS---
"Mani uma lle merna?" - What do you want?
"Detholalle," - Your decision.
"Detholamin?" - My decision?
"Mani ten'?" - For what?
"Tulie a' mereth," - To come to a feast.
"Tenna' san'," - Until then.
And Rhîros means 'winter rain')
Power in the Shadows
(This one has nothing to do with my other Legolas FanFictions)
Type: Legolas Fic
Rating: R (Graphic war scenes; Inhumane Punishments)
Copyright: I don't own most of this.
Archive: I would be honored :)
Summary: AU-NO RING- Men and Elves in a battle for power, but there is an evil that manipulates the war in the shadows. Can Men and Elves stop the ultimate source of power? Or will the war destory them all?
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Chapter 17
Alive and Well
Legolas slept hard that morning. He woke a little later than three in the afternoon, with a little help from Arwen.
"Legolas?" She called to the sleeping elf. "Are you awake?"
"Mani uma lle merna?" Legolas asked lazily, not noticing that he was speaking Sindarin.
"Detholalle," Arwen replied, mimicking Legolas' language choice.
"Detholamin?" Legolas asked, opening his eyes. "Mani ten'?"
"Tulie a' mereth," she replied.
"I accept the invitation," Legolas replied and got up from his bed. The covers slid of his torso and Arwen turned around to give him privacy. She often saw her twin brothers in such a state, but she didn't want to make Legolas feel uncomfortable.
"You are wounded," she stated, noticing the bandages before turning. "Do our healers need to look at it?"
"Nay," Legolas replied. "I has been taken care of."
"Then I shall take my leave," she replied. "The feast starts at night fall."
"Tenna' san'," Legolas told her.
"Tenna' san'," she agreed and left the room.
Legolas had put on a robe that Elrond had sent to him. While he was in the palace he had to wear it because of tradition of guests. Plus Elrond did not approve of a Rohan tunic in his palace.
It had been a while since Legolas went to sleep. Now he could see Rivendell in the day time. Green trees sprang eternal, adding a majestic look to Rivendell... something Leoglas truly was grateful for because it helped ease the pain in his soul.
When the evening was nearing, Legolas was visited by a maid who brought Legolas an evening robe for the party. Legolas made the transition and headed down to the dining hall. His eyes lit up from what he saw ahead of him. Music, laughter, dancing, and complete happiness filled the room.
The young elves were all dancing or carrying conversations near the walls, while Elrond and the more elderly elves sat at the table and discussed wars and other tales. Elrond, who was sitting at the end of a long table, mad eye contact with Legolas and motioned for him to come sit near him at the table.
Legolas sat where Elrond had pointed and introduced him.
"This is Legolas, son of Thanduil and Prince of Mirkwood," Elrond announced, and the people sitting nearby gave him greetings.
"How are you liking Rivendell?" A man asked, trying to start conversation.
"It is lovely," Legolas said. "But not enough trees for my liking."
The men around him gave a merry laugh and started drinking their ales and wine. Legolas sat there for an hour or two, listening to tales from the older elves until a hand was on his shoulder. Legolas turned to see Arwen standing behind him in a white dress made of silk and decorated with golden leaves made of lace. He small tiara, which was the princess crown of Rivendell, was weaved into her dark brown hair which was in a tight bun.
"I am here to save you," Arwen said smiling. "Would you like to dance?"
"And what if he does not require saving, milady," Elrond said standing up and kissing her hand. "What if I am the one to asks you to dance instead?"
"Then I will agree, my prince," Arwen replied in a humorous manner. "But I ask you not to dance on my feet!"
All the men at the table raised their glass and laughed at Arwen's joke. Then Elrond and Arwen merrily danced to the center and proceeded to twirl and spin.
"That is a lovely woman," a man said.
"Looks just like her mother," another man agreed.
"Someone told me that she was not of the feminine nature," said another. "That she is more warrior."
"Aye," another agreed.
Legolas just turned and watched Arwen and Elrond dance in glee, showing a beautiful father to daughter relationship that would make anyone smile. Legolas was brought a glass of white wine by a waitor that was carrying a tray, and he began to drink his fill.
He got up from the table, carrying the wineglass with him, and circled the dance floor to get a better view of the dining hall. A diamond chandalier hung from the ceiling and the candles attached to it were what gave the room its lighting. He was admiring the chandelier when someone stood next to him.
He looked at them and saw it was a female elf with blonde hair. Legolas wondered about this because blonde hair was quite unusual for an elf from Rivendell. She was wearing a simple white dress that covered her feet and spread on the floor around her.
"Hello," she said, smiling at Legolas. "Do you remember me, Prince Legolas?"
Legolas looked closer and his eyes opened wide at what he saw. It was the woman scout that he thought sacrificed herself for him! How did she survive?
"Your alive!" Legolas proclaimed out loud, setting his glass down and placing his hands on her uncovered shoulders.
"Yes," she replied, smiling. "But it was only by luck."
"I surely thought the warrior would kill you!" Legolas told her.
"Yes," she said, biting her lip. "But he didn't."
"How did you escape?" Legolas asked.
"I managed to jab him in the stomach with my weapon and took the time to mount my horse and run before he could catch me," she replied.
"You don't know how much you surviving means to me, milady," Legolas said, looking into her eyes so she could tell the intensity of the statement. "This truly is a merry time indeed."
"May I steal a dance?" The girl asked.
"Yes," Legolas replied. "As soon as I get your name, milady."
"Rhîros," she replied.
Legolas grabbed her hands and they danced with a bond of friendship...
(A/N: The translations for the sentences are at the bottom. Just a friendly reminder: this fic is anti-romance! :) I'm hoping that this chapter will lighten the mood a little... because of some future events that are quite the opposite. Plus... my Sindarin eats dirt o.O Ignore it if it isn't grammatically correct... or you could give me the correction.
---TRANSLATIONS---
"Mani uma lle merna?" - What do you want?
"Detholalle," - Your decision.
"Detholamin?" - My decision?
"Mani ten'?" - For what?
"Tulie a' mereth," - To come to a feast.
"Tenna' san'," - Until then.
And Rhîros means 'winter rain')