Greenleaf
Author's Note: Hey, this is my first stab at a serious-pure-no-crossover-Lord-of-the-Ring- not-on-note-book-paper-fic...yeah, go me. And I own nothing at all, as I am not an old dead guy. From what I perceive I am very much alive and very much a girl. . And I by no means own Lord of the Rings. If I did then it would be pretty screwed up to begin with you know? And no one would read it because it would be full of dry annoying stupid humor and horribly written. The characters would be as annoying as hell and I'd be drug out into the streets and shot for unleashing such stupid stuff unto the earth, and then we'd have no Wonderful movie with Wonderful Legolas
Ok, to Thranduil fans. In this fic I make him seem like a complete ass. Not really my fault, you write what you know and you know what you live. So.... I have no Idea as to what that was about....
And please excuse my poor elvish, if I mess up, please tell me.
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It had begun with a leaf caught in the wind,
And it became a tree; and the tree grew,
Sending out innumerable branches,
And thrusting out the most fantastic roots
~Anonymous old guy, I think he might be dead.
~*~*~*~
Chapter one
Celeg nith
:: Hasty Youth::
Merry, young voices filled the dark dreary wood. Watching as his elder brother playfully fought with an elf his own age he let his thoughts rest for a moment, on how quiet and gray Greenwood the Great had come as of late, but thought only dwelt on that for but a moment, before it flitted off. Leaving no trace of it in his eyes, only mirth and excitement, as the two before him locked blades. One in pure jest, the other, whose mood was now in annoyance.
Long pale hair danced on his shoulders as he laughed and dodged the little warrior in training's blade. Legolas looked around at the small crowd of young elves, fresh from their combat classes, who had gathered to see the two's brawl. Excited shouts and jeers filled the air, loud enough to be heard for a distance, but second in volume only to the clatter and sharp ping of blade.
"Are you an elf or a dornhoth, (dwarf) Thalion?? Show yourself to be a warrior!" a voice called out from a sprightly dark haired male. The Elf he called to, Legolas' Brother's opponent, looked up to the voice, his eyes full of malice, and frustration.
"Should you were the warrior's braid, Thalion? Nay, maybe a child's plait is more suitable for you!" another laughed, in a desperate urge to prove himself, Thalion leapt forward, sword outstretched and teeth clenched. But Conuis, Legolas' brother, nimbly sidestepped the attempt and allowed the younger dark hair elf to fall into the dust.
"Tsk, tsk." Conuis tutted, shaking his head," Very un-elf like. I am begining to wonder, " he leaned down, and his long hair swept over his shoulders, a mocking grin on his face," are you related to the periannath?"(The hobbits)
Thalion looked as if he were to jump up out of rage, But Conuis had his sword hilt pressed to the young one's chest. Broken pride shown in the elf's eyes, as he looked up at the crown prince of Mirkwood.
Legolas' heart went out to him, the young elf was always being picked on, as he often wore his heart upon his sleeve, which was very unusual for an Elf, who generally hid their feelings, and he was very serious about everything. But before he could decide if he felt sorry for the Elf or if he felt as if he was getting what was coming to him, he felt his best friend grab his fore arm in a mix of fear and disbelief.
"Oh, he isn't going to hurt him is he?" the light haired female said in hardly a whisper. Her deep brown eyes reflected concern and worry. "Conuis! Don't' hurt him!"
He looked up from his quarry with a grin, Morwen was his younger brother's best friend since their elfling years, and practically family. Thalion took this opportunity. Knocking the blade to the side, he to leap to his feet, and threw himself forward, locking blades again.
Legolas grinned, as the small crowd let out an excited cry, but that wasn't what amused him. Morwen covered her eyes with her hands
"Ohh…I can't watch!" She gasped, his friend despised conflicts, Legolas turned to her. Half of him wanted to stay and see the out come, the other half, compassionate and concerned half, would walk with his friend back to the palace. Going with the latter he lead her away from the fight. Just as their hand to hand combat instructor ran up with the archery tutor, exclaiming:
"Oh my this should be good" but catching the disapproving glance of the tutor, he caught himself and corrected, "err..Stop! Stop this foolishness right now!"
With a loud groan the audience broke up, leaving the Prince and young elf to be reprimanded. Seeing that he didn't miss a thing, he gladly left the scene. Also glad to be a little ahead of the others.
"If you are reluctant to even witness a fight, why do you take the combat classes?" he asked, watching as Morwen placed her sword in the case strapped at her waist, fidgeting, apprehensive almost. "You don't have to, you can always choose a different path."
"Iston, Legolas, iston. But I believe I fear battle and fighting, for I fear death." Seeing the look on Legolas' face she continued "Yes I know we are Immortal and stranger to illness and death, but it still happens. Men do not fear it for it is in their daily regimen, they see it day by day. But it is foreign to us, and to defeat such fear I must face it."
"I hope you mean not to reside in the Halls of Mandos to overcome these fears." Legolas joked, taking his sword and swinging it in a graceful arc, slicing a single leaf from an over hanging branch.
"Nay!" Morwen laughed "I mean only to face battle and death and overcome it. I only wish that there were no wars, no conflicts for us to take part in. We are immortal, we should try to make peace and prevent wars so that those who know not everlasting life will at least be able to live out a life to the full years of their kind!"
"It is not our job to police the lands of Middle Earth, nin mellon." Legolas stated, watching the forest with hidden interest. As the gray shadow and gloom had fallen upon the woods again, darkening the dirt path. " It is a job to simply watch all of Mirkwood, it would be the end of all Elven kind to try and take on all darkness that threatens other lands."
His voice had turned sullen, and almost sensitive on the subject. Morwen lightly touched his shoulder, sensing his inner pain. "I am sorry nin melon. I know that your father does all that he can for his kingdom. It is not his fault for these attacks. I should have not touched the subject."
"He has no fault as king. His fault rests in being a father." He sighed, but then added in a lighter note. " Do not be sorry, I need to work on hiding my heart. You read me like an open book! I need to watch that, least I become like Thalion!"
The pair laughed merrily as they cleared the woods and the path ended and a vast cavern on the side of a cliff came into view. Within the mouth of the cave were the long stairs leading to the great gates of the King of the Woodland realm. They climbed the steps lightly and entered into a side door, hidden skillfully in the stone, and into a dimly lit hall.
" I think we will have to abandon any thoughts of leaving the shadows of the throne room today! Twill' be worth the darkness to see my brother's punishment!" Laughed the blonde haired prince, seeing that the only one in hearing range was Morwen.
"It's all in due time! The last I remember he was in such trouble was when he pinched all of those garlic rosemary rolls and used them as sling-stones to attack the spiders!" she giggled, with a light smirk. The king was very fond of garlic rosemary rolls and served them at every meal and feast. Although the very odd mix tasted less than delicious, he still persisted that they were served and that his sons eat them.
"I believe that we were the ones who came up with that, but Conuis was the only one caught and didn't tattle. But then after father punished him he gave me a beating that I will never forget. I swear I thought he was going to murder me on the spot, but you broke a plate over his head." He remembered, somewhat guiltily, but sent a grin in her direction. "For one against violence, you have quite a temper."
"I was frightened. I have never seen anyone so bent on hurting another, his eyes were practically on fire!" She shrugged her shoulders. "And then your mother had me over a loom for a month, trying desperately to enforce the ways of a lady into my head."
"I hate to admit it nin melon, but I believe that my mother has failed." Legolas said, with mock sincerity. Morwen's eyes widened with disbelief and she pulled her hand back to hit the prince.
But then the soft sound of elven footsteps caught their ears, and the hurried shouts of the guards coming towards them from the heart of the palace. Before either of the two could give a questioning glance a loud tolling bell rang clear: They were under attack.
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well….a neat little chapter, not really proud of it or anything, I was going to make it longer but I figure this is a good place to stop and because we got like a foot of snow last Thursday, our internet went wonki, and I can only get on with the phone line at odd hours of the early morning. So needless to say I have time to type. Not like I have a life or anything.
Ok, please review, tell me what you think of my original characters, and NO this is not going to be a Legolas/OC, I'm not good at all with romance, because….well…I've never been in love really, so I can't write it or anything, and I hate Legolas romances (unless their a one sided, as in someone else loves him and he doesn't know, or doesn't feel the same. Or a really good fic, like "the corner of my eye" by eck, were Eowyn was a shameless bitch. Or when Lego dies because Arwen's a whore. But there won't be any of the mushy love stuff. I guess this chapter was just getting to know my own characters and all. Yeah….and just for those to know. I guess I think Morwen is like what a vegetarian should be, peaceful and all. (I'm a vegetarian and not at all peaceful *shameful grin *)
V See that button…..I dare you to push it.
Author's Note: Hey, this is my first stab at a serious-pure-no-crossover-Lord-of-the-Ring- not-on-note-book-paper-fic...yeah, go me. And I own nothing at all, as I am not an old dead guy. From what I perceive I am very much alive and very much a girl. . And I by no means own Lord of the Rings. If I did then it would be pretty screwed up to begin with you know? And no one would read it because it would be full of dry annoying stupid humor and horribly written. The characters would be as annoying as hell and I'd be drug out into the streets and shot for unleashing such stupid stuff unto the earth, and then we'd have no Wonderful movie with Wonderful Legolas
Ok, to Thranduil fans. In this fic I make him seem like a complete ass. Not really my fault, you write what you know and you know what you live. So.... I have no Idea as to what that was about....
And please excuse my poor elvish, if I mess up, please tell me.
~*~*~*~
It had begun with a leaf caught in the wind,
And it became a tree; and the tree grew,
Sending out innumerable branches,
And thrusting out the most fantastic roots
~Anonymous old guy, I think he might be dead.
~*~*~*~
Chapter one
Celeg nith
:: Hasty Youth::
Merry, young voices filled the dark dreary wood. Watching as his elder brother playfully fought with an elf his own age he let his thoughts rest for a moment, on how quiet and gray Greenwood the Great had come as of late, but thought only dwelt on that for but a moment, before it flitted off. Leaving no trace of it in his eyes, only mirth and excitement, as the two before him locked blades. One in pure jest, the other, whose mood was now in annoyance.
Long pale hair danced on his shoulders as he laughed and dodged the little warrior in training's blade. Legolas looked around at the small crowd of young elves, fresh from their combat classes, who had gathered to see the two's brawl. Excited shouts and jeers filled the air, loud enough to be heard for a distance, but second in volume only to the clatter and sharp ping of blade.
"Are you an elf or a dornhoth, (dwarf) Thalion?? Show yourself to be a warrior!" a voice called out from a sprightly dark haired male. The Elf he called to, Legolas' Brother's opponent, looked up to the voice, his eyes full of malice, and frustration.
"Should you were the warrior's braid, Thalion? Nay, maybe a child's plait is more suitable for you!" another laughed, in a desperate urge to prove himself, Thalion leapt forward, sword outstretched and teeth clenched. But Conuis, Legolas' brother, nimbly sidestepped the attempt and allowed the younger dark hair elf to fall into the dust.
"Tsk, tsk." Conuis tutted, shaking his head," Very un-elf like. I am begining to wonder, " he leaned down, and his long hair swept over his shoulders, a mocking grin on his face," are you related to the periannath?"(The hobbits)
Thalion looked as if he were to jump up out of rage, But Conuis had his sword hilt pressed to the young one's chest. Broken pride shown in the elf's eyes, as he looked up at the crown prince of Mirkwood.
Legolas' heart went out to him, the young elf was always being picked on, as he often wore his heart upon his sleeve, which was very unusual for an Elf, who generally hid their feelings, and he was very serious about everything. But before he could decide if he felt sorry for the Elf or if he felt as if he was getting what was coming to him, he felt his best friend grab his fore arm in a mix of fear and disbelief.
"Oh, he isn't going to hurt him is he?" the light haired female said in hardly a whisper. Her deep brown eyes reflected concern and worry. "Conuis! Don't' hurt him!"
He looked up from his quarry with a grin, Morwen was his younger brother's best friend since their elfling years, and practically family. Thalion took this opportunity. Knocking the blade to the side, he to leap to his feet, and threw himself forward, locking blades again.
Legolas grinned, as the small crowd let out an excited cry, but that wasn't what amused him. Morwen covered her eyes with her hands
"Ohh…I can't watch!" She gasped, his friend despised conflicts, Legolas turned to her. Half of him wanted to stay and see the out come, the other half, compassionate and concerned half, would walk with his friend back to the palace. Going with the latter he lead her away from the fight. Just as their hand to hand combat instructor ran up with the archery tutor, exclaiming:
"Oh my this should be good" but catching the disapproving glance of the tutor, he caught himself and corrected, "err..Stop! Stop this foolishness right now!"
With a loud groan the audience broke up, leaving the Prince and young elf to be reprimanded. Seeing that he didn't miss a thing, he gladly left the scene. Also glad to be a little ahead of the others.
"If you are reluctant to even witness a fight, why do you take the combat classes?" he asked, watching as Morwen placed her sword in the case strapped at her waist, fidgeting, apprehensive almost. "You don't have to, you can always choose a different path."
"Iston, Legolas, iston. But I believe I fear battle and fighting, for I fear death." Seeing the look on Legolas' face she continued "Yes I know we are Immortal and stranger to illness and death, but it still happens. Men do not fear it for it is in their daily regimen, they see it day by day. But it is foreign to us, and to defeat such fear I must face it."
"I hope you mean not to reside in the Halls of Mandos to overcome these fears." Legolas joked, taking his sword and swinging it in a graceful arc, slicing a single leaf from an over hanging branch.
"Nay!" Morwen laughed "I mean only to face battle and death and overcome it. I only wish that there were no wars, no conflicts for us to take part in. We are immortal, we should try to make peace and prevent wars so that those who know not everlasting life will at least be able to live out a life to the full years of their kind!"
"It is not our job to police the lands of Middle Earth, nin mellon." Legolas stated, watching the forest with hidden interest. As the gray shadow and gloom had fallen upon the woods again, darkening the dirt path. " It is a job to simply watch all of Mirkwood, it would be the end of all Elven kind to try and take on all darkness that threatens other lands."
His voice had turned sullen, and almost sensitive on the subject. Morwen lightly touched his shoulder, sensing his inner pain. "I am sorry nin melon. I know that your father does all that he can for his kingdom. It is not his fault for these attacks. I should have not touched the subject."
"He has no fault as king. His fault rests in being a father." He sighed, but then added in a lighter note. " Do not be sorry, I need to work on hiding my heart. You read me like an open book! I need to watch that, least I become like Thalion!"
The pair laughed merrily as they cleared the woods and the path ended and a vast cavern on the side of a cliff came into view. Within the mouth of the cave were the long stairs leading to the great gates of the King of the Woodland realm. They climbed the steps lightly and entered into a side door, hidden skillfully in the stone, and into a dimly lit hall.
" I think we will have to abandon any thoughts of leaving the shadows of the throne room today! Twill' be worth the darkness to see my brother's punishment!" Laughed the blonde haired prince, seeing that the only one in hearing range was Morwen.
"It's all in due time! The last I remember he was in such trouble was when he pinched all of those garlic rosemary rolls and used them as sling-stones to attack the spiders!" she giggled, with a light smirk. The king was very fond of garlic rosemary rolls and served them at every meal and feast. Although the very odd mix tasted less than delicious, he still persisted that they were served and that his sons eat them.
"I believe that we were the ones who came up with that, but Conuis was the only one caught and didn't tattle. But then after father punished him he gave me a beating that I will never forget. I swear I thought he was going to murder me on the spot, but you broke a plate over his head." He remembered, somewhat guiltily, but sent a grin in her direction. "For one against violence, you have quite a temper."
"I was frightened. I have never seen anyone so bent on hurting another, his eyes were practically on fire!" She shrugged her shoulders. "And then your mother had me over a loom for a month, trying desperately to enforce the ways of a lady into my head."
"I hate to admit it nin melon, but I believe that my mother has failed." Legolas said, with mock sincerity. Morwen's eyes widened with disbelief and she pulled her hand back to hit the prince.
But then the soft sound of elven footsteps caught their ears, and the hurried shouts of the guards coming towards them from the heart of the palace. Before either of the two could give a questioning glance a loud tolling bell rang clear: They were under attack.
~*~*~*~
well….a neat little chapter, not really proud of it or anything, I was going to make it longer but I figure this is a good place to stop and because we got like a foot of snow last Thursday, our internet went wonki, and I can only get on with the phone line at odd hours of the early morning. So needless to say I have time to type. Not like I have a life or anything.
Ok, please review, tell me what you think of my original characters, and NO this is not going to be a Legolas/OC, I'm not good at all with romance, because….well…I've never been in love really, so I can't write it or anything, and I hate Legolas romances (unless their a one sided, as in someone else loves him and he doesn't know, or doesn't feel the same. Or a really good fic, like "the corner of my eye" by eck, were Eowyn was a shameless bitch. Or when Lego dies because Arwen's a whore. But there won't be any of the mushy love stuff. I guess this chapter was just getting to know my own characters and all. Yeah….and just for those to know. I guess I think Morwen is like what a vegetarian should be, peaceful and all. (I'm a vegetarian and not at all peaceful *shameful grin *)
V See that button…..I dare you to push it.