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Disclaimer: See previous chapter.

A/N: You cannot believe how grateful and happy I am to see six people review for my story, just for one chapter! I was squealing and I'm sure people thought I was insane. Thank you so much!

And I'm sorry I already made a mistake. Bear with me, this is my first time writing a Legolas/Aragorn fic. An special thanks to those who answered my question! I really appreciate it!

Warning: No slash, sex, or profanity. And occasionally, I will make a mistake or two. I'm not Tolkien and I don't know everything there is about Lord of the Rings so please point out my mistakes. As for my previous mistake, I'm sorry.

Heh... R&R!

-Chapter Two-

A Tale, A Legend

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"But, Glorfindel!" Estel protested as the Elf lord pulled the angry boy into the gardens. "I have an archery contest with Legolas! I must win!" He yelled and struggled but Glorfindel was strong indeed and forced him to sit on the dewy grass.

The morning Sun was glittering above their heads, resting in the pale blue sky, speckled with wispy clouds. The garden smelled of honeysuckle and glowing flowers were seen among blades of green grass.

"Your father has told me you need to learn more history of Middle Earth," Glorfindel said as he sat in front of a frowning Estel. "Also, you cause more mischief than Elladan and Elrohir! You may go to your contest after the lesson."

Estel groaned as he saw Legolas's sneering face before his eyes. He could almost hear his annoying voice echo. "Too cowardly to arrive? Perhaps, you have learned that I am the greatest archer there is!"

"Pay attention," Glorfindel snapped, breaking Estel's thoughts. "You must learn." It seemed like hours as the Elf lord droned on and on.

He had stifled a few yawns and now he was fiddling with a blade of grass. A sigh came from Glorfindel. "Pay attention!" Annoyed, Estel could not bite back his tongue.

"But it is so boring! I do not care about what happened to the Silmarils!" he snapped. Glorfindel did not speak but grimly smiled.

"It is boring, you say?" he asked slowly. Estel was afraid of the Elf lord's wrath and waited for him to speak again. "I shall tell you a legend that even you might be interested in. Elladan and Elrohir were..."

Estel silenced and stared unblinkingly at Glorfindel. "I see you want to hear..." He sighed and then began his tale.

"A beautiful day it was indeed in Imladris. The Sun was shining upon our heads among the clouds... And yet, it was a gruesome day, indeed, in other places of this world." His words faded and pressed into Estel's mind.

Mornar wiped his brow, drenched with beads of sweat. The Sun smiled down upon him, flickering as though flames, burning the top of his head.

He longed Imladris as he continued walking aimlessly. The tired Elf caught the sparkling waters of the Sea and ran to the shore, falling onto his knees as he stumbled. He crawled toward the glittering waters, hands outstretched.

The cool waters caressed his skin as he drank. As his cupped hands sunk into the river, he felt something hard yet smooth scrape against his skin. Curiously, he dug into the sand blindly, fingers wrapping around the clump of sand. His hand emerged, wet sand slipping from his hand.

He opened his palm and allowed the same to fall into the Sea. Only a glittering jewel remained in his palm, beautiful and glowing.

Its touch burned his skin and he dropped it onto the shore, staring at the jewel. He studied it, not daring to touch its smooth surface, its beautiful surface.

"A Silmaril!" he gasped as he touched the jewel again, feeling a sharp pain in his fingers. "Beautiful but treacherous..." He wanted the jewel, he wished to keep it in his grasp. It was valuable and beautiful. Thieves would steal his jewel.

It was his... He had found the jewel and he would keep it. The thieves would never steal his jewel. He held the jewel, ignoring the pain in his hand.

He pocketed it.

"And what then? What of Mornar and the Silmaril?" Glorfindel chuckled at Estel's eagerness to hear more.

"Patience, young one," he said. "Mornar had returned to Imladris after a few years and he did not realize his greed had begun to grow. He avoided Elves of the village and guarded his jewel carefully. He feared of thieves though there were none."

"He began to lose his mind and every time he touched the Silmaril, his hand seared with pain though he did not care. It was kept it his pocket but at times, he would marvel its beauty. And soon he began to think the Elves of Imladris were untrusting and thieves. He cursed Lord Elrond and ran towards the dark forest..."

Glorfindel raised his hand and gestured toward the dark woods in the distance. "And this is why your father and mother do not allow you to wander into that forest..."

"Why?" Estel asked impatiently. "Why? What happened?"

"Legend tells that Mornar guarded his Silmaril in the woods until his very own death. Darkness had consumed him and he transformed into a mere creature of great powers. The creature's only purpose was to protect the Silmaril from any hands... If one had stepped inside the forest, they would be killed though none have dared."

Estel looked horrified and felt scared for a moment. "Though, it is only a legend," Glorfindel said hastily, studying his face.

"Yes, yes, it is rumored that the Silmaril lies inside the very forest," he said darkly. He stood and walked away from Estel who sat on the ground, puzzled and frightened.

"Only a legend," he said eyeing the distant forest with dislike. "Indeed..."

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A/N: I know, I know. I'm sure an Elf would not bring a Silmaril to Imladris but interesting, yes? Or no?

Question: would this story be considered AU?

Tell me what you think and tell me what mistakes I made! R&R!