Legolas's Evenstar
Type : LOTR
Rating : Not rated yet ( I don't know how this will turn out as time goes on )
Summary : Ages have gone by and Legolas is alone with his kind. He wants more.
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(This goes with the story! TRUST ME!)
Mary smiled to herself muttering music under her breath. She was walking calmly in the rain under her umbrella behind the boys on the football team.

She was happily in her own world of music as she followed the boys. Suddenly out of nowhere a figure dashed into them. The person fell short at the football player.

"Hey you mother fucker! Watch where you're going!" Cursed one of the boys pulling the person up. Mary saw that is was just a boy in a black pull over.

"I'm sorry... I really am." He muttered. Another boy looked him over briefly.

"Let's not bother with him. He doesn't look like he really meant it." The other said. The first nodded and pushed the boy into a mud puddle near by.

Mary stopped and waited for the boy to get up. She hoped he was okay. He didn't move off the longest time. She thought he might have gone into shock.

Leaning down she reached out to touch the face in the shadows of the hood. She blushes softly when her finger tips touched velvet lips.

"I'm sorry... I didn't mean it don't hurt me!" The boy mumbled.

"I won't hurt you." Mary said trying to sound as clear as possible. It was hard to hide her accent.

"You won't... but someone did! They killed my parents!" The boy cried looking at her for the first time.

She was met with electric blue eyes and a pale white face. "I'm sorry for your parents," biting her lips she said something one never says to a stranger, "come home with me. Maybe I can help you."

The boy stood up weakly and gave a sweet smile to her, "Thank you."

(Next Day) Mary opened her eyes to the sweet person beside her. Holding Nónd made her feel strong. Like nothing in the world could stop her. She brushed back his fine blonde hair and looked at his slightly pointy ears. She knew what he was. He had told her right before he had dropped to the floor and asked her to marry him.

Nónd, or half elf, was the name given to her lover by his father. His father was the last of his people. She sighed thinking of how lonely it must have been.

"It must be painful for you..." She whispered softly fingering the sliver necklace he wore.

Opening his eyes he smiled, "It was but now that I have you... I am all right. I will mourn the last of my people's passing, but I will live my life."

He reached out stroking her hair gently. She blushed faintly as her mind instantly compared their bodies. She was so dark, her skin nearly brown. Her long black hair cascading over her back. He was nearly as white as the sheet with short hair brighter then yellow.

"How did I get you?" She asked faintly.

He grinned, "Because we make a perfect family," Reaching down to pat her bare belly, "and some day we will make beautiful children together."

She frowned when a thought occurred to her, "What happens if someone finds you out... like they did your father?"

His face darkened slightly, "Then we are both dead."

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Ooooooooo.

D-Chan