Legolas & Ariel
Written by: Tatiana
Rated from pg-R! For strong violence, and grown up situations!
Disclaimer: I do not own anything except my own characters. In the Character list, the characters with a * next to them are mine. The rest are J.R.R Tolkens. Hey guys, this is your warning! This may seem all happy and gleeful, but I reality, beware, for the further into the story, the more serious and depressing. This is a 'No No' for kids.
Summary: It had been 16 years since he had seen her. His future wife, Ariel, whom he had even named, meaning Angel of God. Love comes to the couples easily, but soon becomes unbearable obsession, leading to unwanted death, and heartbreaking drama.
Character list: ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~ Legolas Greenleaf: Prince of Northern Mirkwood, and son of King Thranduil. He is the suitor of princess Ariel.
*Ariel Evenstar: Daughter of Queen Arwen of Rivendell, and King Aragorn of Gondor. She is the only child of the two, and was assigned to marry Prince Legolas, of Nothern Mirkwood.
Arwen of Rivendell: Mother and wife to Ariel Evenstar, and Aragorn.
Aragorn of Gondor: King of Gondor, and father and husband to Ariel Evenstar, and Arwen Evenstar.
* Silmarien: Maid of the same age as Ariel, and in her high favour. Ariel and Silmarien are very close friends since birth.
Glorfindel: Best friend to Legolas, and close since childhood.
Thranduil: King of Northern Mirkwood, and father of Legolas.
Eowyn: Cousin to Aragorn, wife to Faramir, and mother to Elonwyn. She is a fovourite family member of Gondor.
Elonwyn: Daughter to Eowyn and Faramir, and close ages to Ariel. They are best of friends. Is in high favour to Gondor's royalty.
Faramir: Father to Elonwyn, husband to Eowyn, brother to Boromir. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~
Author's note: I am [sort of] basing this story on Romeo & Juliet. Later you shall see why. Also, every few chapters will be an interlude. My interludes are Ariel's diary. Like it will be a 'Dear Diary,' chapter, that will explain what is going on, so if you don't understand what the hells going on, I cannot stress this enough READ THE INTERLUDE! Thank you! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Chapter 1: Meetings in a Valley
It had been exactly two days since Legolas had left Mirkwood. The long trip to Gondor had begun, and all the protection that he had against fouls was bow and arrow, and one slender dagger, that was appointed to him, after Aragorn was crowned. It was his most prized weapon, and he left none without it.
Sixteen years had passed, since the ring had been destroyed; though from all of the surrounding love, it felt as if it were only yesterday. It had been fifteen years since the wed of Aragorn, the king of Gondor, and Arwen, the princess of Rivendell. Sixteen years had passed since a beautiful baby girl had been borne to them.
One year, after the princess of Gondor had been born they were married. They were not ashamed of having a child before marriage. They were so pleased when the princess was born. Ariel was her name. Given the name, meaning Lioness of God. Messenger of God. Legolas had named her.
He had held her, as an infant and stroked her brown hair, and praised her almond eyes. He had taken much time with her, and strangely enough fallen in love with the baby. Now sixteen years later, after not seeing her at all, he was her suitor. He was to marry Ariel. The contract had been signed the day that she was born. He knew it, when he would hold her, feed her, play with her.
Since infancy, Legolas knew that she would be beautiful. He saw it in her already, and now, he was to see her again. After sixteen long years, the wedding was to be very soon. He was waiting patiently, and now the day was so close, that he could touch it. He had learned to hide his secret excitement, but could barely on this occasion.
It had now begun to get dark, so Legolas decided that his horse needed some rest. He hopped off of the horse, and held the reigns in his hand as he directed his horse to a nearby spring. Flowers of daisy's and violets surrounded the valley; he eyed through the darkness, as his horse drank thirstily. The weather was beginning to get somewhat chilly, as the wind blew onto his face softly.
Camp was soon decided to be by his horse, and the spring for baths, and drinking water. As soon as camp was made, Legolas got out a small piece of lembas and began to snack on it. He rested his back on a large tree, and closed his eyes momentarily, before he heard a sound. He decided to not yet react, and instead made a small fire to warm his food, and himself. Another crack was soon heard after the fire was built, and going. It was the sound of branches being snapped from walking.
He decided to react, and slowly drew a single bow from his quiver, and fitted it into the bow, as he stood to full height. He took a light step, towards the sound, and carefully, pushed aside some grass, to be three inches in front of a small girl, with a sword. He looked down at her in both amusement, and wonder. She was very petite, and looked funny to have a sword that was more than half her height in her hands.
He looked on. She had long brown hair, pulled back tightly into a ponytail, her dark eyes looked up at him in question, and suspicion. She was no warrior, he noted that by the way she dressed, in a long gown, with a corset on top, bound with silk ties. She was rather beautiful in her own way. He was silent, and anticipated her dialogue.
"Who are you?" She spoke in an accent he had never before heard. Rather she didn't have an accent at all. However, she spoke like velvet lace. Soft and dainty.
"I am Legolas, prince of Mirkwood." He spoke quietly, and gazed upon her face.
"Tell me prince, where are you bound to?"
"Gondor. I seek the king, and Arwen, and their daughter."
She lowered her sword, and replaced it into her holder. She let a relieved breath pass through her. Legolas did the same. He could see that there was no threat, but this young woman was so familiar. Her eyes. They were almond.
"Oh," she spoke up, " I apologize, prince of Mirkwood. It was just, that I saw a fire, and was not sure.we have been expecting you, tomorrow." Legolas was speechless. He felt something tugging at his heart when she smiled warmly up at him.
"I am Ariel, princess of Gondor." Legolas's eyes went wide. That name, Ariel! It was her, his soon to be wife!
Legolas took her hand, and placed it to his lips, in a small kiss. She was not an elf, but not a hobbit. Human, as her father, and just very petite. "The pleasure is all mine, princess."
Ariel blushed a crimson red colour. She was faintly worried, when she had loss of words. Legolas somehow seemed to sense this, and broke the silence. He said: "How long, princess have you roamed around this land?"
Ariel had a brain cramp, and forgot bitterly the English Language, so proceeded translation in elvish: " Amin qualar ornein owt reinin jchanna, Legolas.[I have traveled many a long hour, Legolas.]
This took Legolas himself by himself ; how she spoke so fluently in the native language. Her youth made it surreal how she could know her grammar so well, so early in her years. However, her parents were royalty, and her grandfather, Elrond, was an elf. Consequently, it was probably vital in her role to speak many a tongue.
He said: " Ariel, evah lle detser ta llain.netae? Lle kol os vitraenai.sei ta farin tri gravinn havo fruinte.tae. [Ariel, have you rested at all.eaten? You look so cold .do at least sit by the fire."
She responded: " I would prince, but I must retire homeward, and notify my king that you have arrived."
" Princess, I insist that you take rest momentarily, and restore your drained strength for your journey. If only for a while, it will immensely restore partial strength. Come with me.there is a stream near for water." She hesitated in the least. 'If you find Legolas, bring news to me swift as a doves wings.' Those words had escaped her own father's mouth. She however was exhausted. It had been at least twelve hours since her quest had begun, and body took over conscience.
"You are too kind, prince. I am ever grateful for your heartiness." Ariel took a weary step towards Legolas's now outstretched hand. As she took it, she noted how soft it felt, like a new borne babes. And so warm, as a wild flame. She could take a liking to him.
"Legolas," he spoke tenderly, "you may call me Legolas, princess, if you wish. Prince Legolas is as I speak to a king." He paused, and pushed aside few branches in Ariel's path.
"Legolas," she repeated, " you may call me Ariel. I hate being called princess. It makes me feel old, as my great grandmother, Galadriel. He looked down at her with an involuntary smile flickering upon his lips. She was much like himself, in her own way. He would learn to appreciate it.
They chatted easily, making friendship easily inviting. This particular woman was soon in his favour. Her attitude towards him was amazing. Her sixteen years had her wise, but in an open way. She was quite open to new ideas.
They soon reached camp, and when they did, Ariel collapsed on a tree root, that was larger than herself. Her eyes felt heavy weighted, and her social part had ceased. Legolas had few blankets, but what he did have, he warmed over the fire, before placing it upon the tiny figure before him. He had removed his cape to loan it to her as a pillow, and with much words of thanks, clearly showing gratitude, she drifted to a shallow sleep.
It was late in the night now, and long after the sun had gone down. Still, Ariel slept peacefully. Like an angel in Legolas's opinion. She was so beautiful. So peaceful. She felt so safe around him. He continued to watch her slumber. He became tired as well, and only when he could no longer eye her, he cuddled beside her keeping her warm, and promptly drifted to sleep.
Throughout the entire night, Legolas never stopped holding her to him securely. In Ariel's sleep, she felt him next to her, with his hand around her waist protecting her from frost, and any danger. Ariel felt more safe, and satisfied than she had in all her years.
All through the night, Legolas dreamed of Ariel and her ravishing beauty. And when her thought of her, he knew something. He was in love with Ariel. He was in love with a mortal.
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Written by: Tatiana
Rated from pg-R! For strong violence, and grown up situations!
Disclaimer: I do not own anything except my own characters. In the Character list, the characters with a * next to them are mine. The rest are J.R.R Tolkens. Hey guys, this is your warning! This may seem all happy and gleeful, but I reality, beware, for the further into the story, the more serious and depressing. This is a 'No No' for kids.
Summary: It had been 16 years since he had seen her. His future wife, Ariel, whom he had even named, meaning Angel of God. Love comes to the couples easily, but soon becomes unbearable obsession, leading to unwanted death, and heartbreaking drama.
Character list: ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~ Legolas Greenleaf: Prince of Northern Mirkwood, and son of King Thranduil. He is the suitor of princess Ariel.
*Ariel Evenstar: Daughter of Queen Arwen of Rivendell, and King Aragorn of Gondor. She is the only child of the two, and was assigned to marry Prince Legolas, of Nothern Mirkwood.
Arwen of Rivendell: Mother and wife to Ariel Evenstar, and Aragorn.
Aragorn of Gondor: King of Gondor, and father and husband to Ariel Evenstar, and Arwen Evenstar.
* Silmarien: Maid of the same age as Ariel, and in her high favour. Ariel and Silmarien are very close friends since birth.
Glorfindel: Best friend to Legolas, and close since childhood.
Thranduil: King of Northern Mirkwood, and father of Legolas.
Eowyn: Cousin to Aragorn, wife to Faramir, and mother to Elonwyn. She is a fovourite family member of Gondor.
Elonwyn: Daughter to Eowyn and Faramir, and close ages to Ariel. They are best of friends. Is in high favour to Gondor's royalty.
Faramir: Father to Elonwyn, husband to Eowyn, brother to Boromir. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~
Author's note: I am [sort of] basing this story on Romeo & Juliet. Later you shall see why. Also, every few chapters will be an interlude. My interludes are Ariel's diary. Like it will be a 'Dear Diary,' chapter, that will explain what is going on, so if you don't understand what the hells going on, I cannot stress this enough READ THE INTERLUDE! Thank you! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Chapter 1: Meetings in a Valley
It had been exactly two days since Legolas had left Mirkwood. The long trip to Gondor had begun, and all the protection that he had against fouls was bow and arrow, and one slender dagger, that was appointed to him, after Aragorn was crowned. It was his most prized weapon, and he left none without it.
Sixteen years had passed, since the ring had been destroyed; though from all of the surrounding love, it felt as if it were only yesterday. It had been fifteen years since the wed of Aragorn, the king of Gondor, and Arwen, the princess of Rivendell. Sixteen years had passed since a beautiful baby girl had been borne to them.
One year, after the princess of Gondor had been born they were married. They were not ashamed of having a child before marriage. They were so pleased when the princess was born. Ariel was her name. Given the name, meaning Lioness of God. Messenger of God. Legolas had named her.
He had held her, as an infant and stroked her brown hair, and praised her almond eyes. He had taken much time with her, and strangely enough fallen in love with the baby. Now sixteen years later, after not seeing her at all, he was her suitor. He was to marry Ariel. The contract had been signed the day that she was born. He knew it, when he would hold her, feed her, play with her.
Since infancy, Legolas knew that she would be beautiful. He saw it in her already, and now, he was to see her again. After sixteen long years, the wedding was to be very soon. He was waiting patiently, and now the day was so close, that he could touch it. He had learned to hide his secret excitement, but could barely on this occasion.
It had now begun to get dark, so Legolas decided that his horse needed some rest. He hopped off of the horse, and held the reigns in his hand as he directed his horse to a nearby spring. Flowers of daisy's and violets surrounded the valley; he eyed through the darkness, as his horse drank thirstily. The weather was beginning to get somewhat chilly, as the wind blew onto his face softly.
Camp was soon decided to be by his horse, and the spring for baths, and drinking water. As soon as camp was made, Legolas got out a small piece of lembas and began to snack on it. He rested his back on a large tree, and closed his eyes momentarily, before he heard a sound. He decided to not yet react, and instead made a small fire to warm his food, and himself. Another crack was soon heard after the fire was built, and going. It was the sound of branches being snapped from walking.
He decided to react, and slowly drew a single bow from his quiver, and fitted it into the bow, as he stood to full height. He took a light step, towards the sound, and carefully, pushed aside some grass, to be three inches in front of a small girl, with a sword. He looked down at her in both amusement, and wonder. She was very petite, and looked funny to have a sword that was more than half her height in her hands.
He looked on. She had long brown hair, pulled back tightly into a ponytail, her dark eyes looked up at him in question, and suspicion. She was no warrior, he noted that by the way she dressed, in a long gown, with a corset on top, bound with silk ties. She was rather beautiful in her own way. He was silent, and anticipated her dialogue.
"Who are you?" She spoke in an accent he had never before heard. Rather she didn't have an accent at all. However, she spoke like velvet lace. Soft and dainty.
"I am Legolas, prince of Mirkwood." He spoke quietly, and gazed upon her face.
"Tell me prince, where are you bound to?"
"Gondor. I seek the king, and Arwen, and their daughter."
She lowered her sword, and replaced it into her holder. She let a relieved breath pass through her. Legolas did the same. He could see that there was no threat, but this young woman was so familiar. Her eyes. They were almond.
"Oh," she spoke up, " I apologize, prince of Mirkwood. It was just, that I saw a fire, and was not sure.we have been expecting you, tomorrow." Legolas was speechless. He felt something tugging at his heart when she smiled warmly up at him.
"I am Ariel, princess of Gondor." Legolas's eyes went wide. That name, Ariel! It was her, his soon to be wife!
Legolas took her hand, and placed it to his lips, in a small kiss. She was not an elf, but not a hobbit. Human, as her father, and just very petite. "The pleasure is all mine, princess."
Ariel blushed a crimson red colour. She was faintly worried, when she had loss of words. Legolas somehow seemed to sense this, and broke the silence. He said: "How long, princess have you roamed around this land?"
Ariel had a brain cramp, and forgot bitterly the English Language, so proceeded translation in elvish: " Amin qualar ornein owt reinin jchanna, Legolas.[I have traveled many a long hour, Legolas.]
This took Legolas himself by himself ; how she spoke so fluently in the native language. Her youth made it surreal how she could know her grammar so well, so early in her years. However, her parents were royalty, and her grandfather, Elrond, was an elf. Consequently, it was probably vital in her role to speak many a tongue.
He said: " Ariel, evah lle detser ta llain.netae? Lle kol os vitraenai.sei ta farin tri gravinn havo fruinte.tae. [Ariel, have you rested at all.eaten? You look so cold .do at least sit by the fire."
She responded: " I would prince, but I must retire homeward, and notify my king that you have arrived."
" Princess, I insist that you take rest momentarily, and restore your drained strength for your journey. If only for a while, it will immensely restore partial strength. Come with me.there is a stream near for water." She hesitated in the least. 'If you find Legolas, bring news to me swift as a doves wings.' Those words had escaped her own father's mouth. She however was exhausted. It had been at least twelve hours since her quest had begun, and body took over conscience.
"You are too kind, prince. I am ever grateful for your heartiness." Ariel took a weary step towards Legolas's now outstretched hand. As she took it, she noted how soft it felt, like a new borne babes. And so warm, as a wild flame. She could take a liking to him.
"Legolas," he spoke tenderly, "you may call me Legolas, princess, if you wish. Prince Legolas is as I speak to a king." He paused, and pushed aside few branches in Ariel's path.
"Legolas," she repeated, " you may call me Ariel. I hate being called princess. It makes me feel old, as my great grandmother, Galadriel. He looked down at her with an involuntary smile flickering upon his lips. She was much like himself, in her own way. He would learn to appreciate it.
They chatted easily, making friendship easily inviting. This particular woman was soon in his favour. Her attitude towards him was amazing. Her sixteen years had her wise, but in an open way. She was quite open to new ideas.
They soon reached camp, and when they did, Ariel collapsed on a tree root, that was larger than herself. Her eyes felt heavy weighted, and her social part had ceased. Legolas had few blankets, but what he did have, he warmed over the fire, before placing it upon the tiny figure before him. He had removed his cape to loan it to her as a pillow, and with much words of thanks, clearly showing gratitude, she drifted to a shallow sleep.
It was late in the night now, and long after the sun had gone down. Still, Ariel slept peacefully. Like an angel in Legolas's opinion. She was so beautiful. So peaceful. She felt so safe around him. He continued to watch her slumber. He became tired as well, and only when he could no longer eye her, he cuddled beside her keeping her warm, and promptly drifted to sleep.
Throughout the entire night, Legolas never stopped holding her to him securely. In Ariel's sleep, she felt him next to her, with his hand around her waist protecting her from frost, and any danger. Ariel felt more safe, and satisfied than she had in all her years.
All through the night, Legolas dreamed of Ariel and her ravishing beauty. And when her thought of her, he knew something. He was in love with Ariel. He was in love with a mortal.
.