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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 18
Spirits of Hope
Legolas had eventually left Rhîros' company and walked outside of the palace and into the gardens. Legolas found a tall tree that looked over the waterfalls and climbed up it. He found a sturdy branch and made himself comfortable. It was quite late.
Legolas lay on the branch, staring at the stars and listening to the falling the water. Soon, a woman walked under the tree and to the decorative fence. Arwen, the noble lady, watched the water fall into the Bruinen river. She was unaware of Legolas, but he soon made his presence known.
"Enjoying the feast, Princess Arwen?" Legolas asked.
Arwen gasped and turned to see Legolas lounging in the tree.
"Cursed tree elves," she mumbled under her breath. "To answer your question, I am not enjoying myself."
"Why is that, milady?" he asked.
"Because this feast is only another excuse for Elrond to find me a partner," she replied. "Now he is trying to force me into love."
"That is unwise," Legolas replied.
"Then you understand?" She asked.
"Not necessarily," he answered.
"But you must know how it feels to some extent," she announced. "You to are royalty."
"Yes I am," Legolas replied, taking his gaze back to the stars. "But that does not mean that were are the same."
"Are you trying to say that being royalty is the only trait we have in common?" She asked.
"Possibly," Legolas replied, watching the stars twinkle with the moonlight.
"Aiya!" Arwen mumbled in her native language. "Would you strain yourself so much as to look at me when you speak?"
"I would rather stare at the stars, thank you," Legolas replied, still not breaking his gaze.
"Then shall I crawl up there and force you to look at me?" She growled. "I will not hesitate to throw you from the tree."
"But you could tear your dress," Legolas replied. "Think of the anger your father would give you did. I believe he would be quite anger with you."
"You have a sharp tongue, prince," she yelled. "I will make you take back those words!"
"Why do you anger so easily?" Legolas replied, taking his eyes from the sky and finally looking at Arwen.
"That is better, Legolas," Arwen replied. "But it is to late! You have already struck one of my nerves!"
"Then I recommend you leave before I cause you more grief, milady," Legolas replied.
"I will get revenge, brat!" She yelled and stormed away from the gardens.
"I wonder was troubling her," Legolas asked himself, closing his eyes. "Everything I spoke struck a nerve."
A man then appeared under the tree and looked up at Legolas, and he could sense it. He opened his eyes to find Elrond looking at him with a frown.
"Did you say something to Arwen?" He asked. "She seemed quite upset."
"Nay, milord," Legolas replied. "I did nothing of the sort."
"Well... why are you out here and not inside enjoying the feast?" Elrond asked. "Surely you must not be bored."
"It is not that," Legolas replied. "It is more homesickness."
"Would you mind explaining?" Elrond asked.
"Not at all," Leoglas replied. "Back in Mirkwood I would sit in a tree and watch the stars. My mo... my mother always told me that it was the spirits of happiness roaming about, looking for someone to cheer up... so I would always look at them... in hopes that they would find me. I started looking after she..."
"You do not need to finish, you one," Elrond replied. "It must be hard for you to speak of her."
"Sometimes," Legolas replied.
Elrond just stood there, staring at Legolas who was deep in thought. But something broke them both from their trances.
Over the mountains that surrounded Rivendell was a burst of red light, coloring the clouds pink and orange. The sun rose... giving the start of a new day.
And all of the spirits of hope left Legolas... alone...
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 18
Spirits of Hope
Legolas had eventually left Rhîros' company and walked outside of the palace and into the gardens. Legolas found a tall tree that looked over the waterfalls and climbed up it. He found a sturdy branch and made himself comfortable. It was quite late.
Legolas lay on the branch, staring at the stars and listening to the falling the water. Soon, a woman walked under the tree and to the decorative fence. Arwen, the noble lady, watched the water fall into the Bruinen river. She was unaware of Legolas, but he soon made his presence known.
"Enjoying the feast, Princess Arwen?" Legolas asked.
Arwen gasped and turned to see Legolas lounging in the tree.
"Cursed tree elves," she mumbled under her breath. "To answer your question, I am not enjoying myself."
"Why is that, milady?" he asked.
"Because this feast is only another excuse for Elrond to find me a partner," she replied. "Now he is trying to force me into love."
"That is unwise," Legolas replied.
"Then you understand?" She asked.
"Not necessarily," he answered.
"But you must know how it feels to some extent," she announced. "You to are royalty."
"Yes I am," Legolas replied, taking his gaze back to the stars. "But that does not mean that were are the same."
"Are you trying to say that being royalty is the only trait we have in common?" She asked.
"Possibly," Legolas replied, watching the stars twinkle with the moonlight.
"Aiya!" Arwen mumbled in her native language. "Would you strain yourself so much as to look at me when you speak?"
"I would rather stare at the stars, thank you," Legolas replied, still not breaking his gaze.
"Then shall I crawl up there and force you to look at me?" She growled. "I will not hesitate to throw you from the tree."
"But you could tear your dress," Legolas replied. "Think of the anger your father would give you did. I believe he would be quite anger with you."
"You have a sharp tongue, prince," she yelled. "I will make you take back those words!"
"Why do you anger so easily?" Legolas replied, taking his eyes from the sky and finally looking at Arwen.
"That is better, Legolas," Arwen replied. "But it is to late! You have already struck one of my nerves!"
"Then I recommend you leave before I cause you more grief, milady," Legolas replied.
"I will get revenge, brat!" She yelled and stormed away from the gardens.
"I wonder was troubling her," Legolas asked himself, closing his eyes. "Everything I spoke struck a nerve."
A man then appeared under the tree and looked up at Legolas, and he could sense it. He opened his eyes to find Elrond looking at him with a frown.
"Did you say something to Arwen?" He asked. "She seemed quite upset."
"Nay, milord," Legolas replied. "I did nothing of the sort."
"Well... why are you out here and not inside enjoying the feast?" Elrond asked. "Surely you must not be bored."
"It is not that," Legolas replied. "It is more homesickness."
"Would you mind explaining?" Elrond asked.
"Not at all," Leoglas replied. "Back in Mirkwood I would sit in a tree and watch the stars. My mo... my mother always told me that it was the spirits of happiness roaming about, looking for someone to cheer up... so I would always look at them... in hopes that they would find me. I started looking after she..."
"You do not need to finish, you one," Elrond replied. "It must be hard for you to speak of her."
"Sometimes," Legolas replied.
Elrond just stood there, staring at Legolas who was deep in thought. But something broke them both from their trances.
Over the mountains that surrounded Rivendell was a burst of red light, coloring the clouds pink and orange. The sun rose... giving the start of a new day.
And all of the spirits of hope left Legolas... alone...