Okay just the fact two of you reviewed after awhile with out getting reviews I'll continue.
Author: I'm trying to sound like Tolkien here.
Roomate: Oh like JR Tolkien would get a male charater pregnant.
Author:...!
Roomate: Oh and what is he gonna do it raise it with Gimli? (not Gimli/Legolas fan... yet.)
Author: ::shudders:: Non YAOI-IST here. ::waves hand::
Roomate: ::snicker::
Author: I give up, no more Tolkien tempts. AND PEOPLE! Disclaimer I do not own LOTR
Among the planes of time,
And across the rules of logic.
Somethings are ment to be challeged
And others are to be broken.
As the west drinks up the rest of the sun,
Like lives to the swamps of mordor.
Soft as a elvish mother,
The stars begin to sing.
A lulluby to a prince
For him to change all things.
-By the author no one else. :P
SYNOPSIS:
And so it began- in the days before the Ring came back into knowledge. Before the Fellowship of the Ring was formed. When it was still Aragorn, his brothers and their prince friend Legolas. When Frodo and Sam were safe in the Shire, and Merry and Pippin were just beginning to span their mischief, up to no good. Back in the days when Saruman fiddled with strong magic in secret, a new race of Elf began.
Saruman knew to keep to the shadows of his Orc hold, so no one recognized his face. He knew that if word got out his, plans of taking over Middle Earth would be foiled. For he had yet to perfect the Orcaru. The Orcaru he had only lived for a few short hours, still useless to him.
This inncoent will remain hushed and secret, locked in the minds of the people involved. Legolas Greenleaf, son of King Thranduil, succumbed to Saruman's spell. One that surpassed all laws of logic, for it was not natural for any man to take on the role Legolas was about to embark on.
One so horrible, yet so wondrous.
A venture that happened solely by chance. For Saruman only found the spell after a Orc brawl erupted in the keep where spells were held. It called out to him, and he found himself drawn to a pinkish brown paper scroll. The spell seemed to give Saruman the ledge he needed, and it called for any strong male. The consequences vague, but it had to be evil to have been hidden so deep.
Saruman shoved the scroll in his robe, the beginning of a quest. One that took several human, elf, and dwarf lives, before finally the right person, or that is elf, came along.
By chance, this began on a hunting trip. Legolas became separated from his human friend while hunting a prized white deer. The human didn't see Legolas fall into a small sink hole, cracking his head on a tree root hard and thus losing consciousness before he could call out for help.
Before Aragorn noticed the missing elf, Legolas was swept up by a few wandering Orcs. Knowing that their master was looking for a male to be his next victim, and being a elf, the Orcs knew not to pass up this rare chance.
***
::singing:: He drinks dwarf ale, and she talks dirty in elvish... ... ::looks up and like Frodo in a nude bar:: Oh uh done already? Special thanks Lady Grey and my roomate who listened to me.
Author: I'm trying to sound like Tolkien here.
Roomate: Oh like JR Tolkien would get a male charater pregnant.
Author:...!
Roomate: Oh and what is he gonna do it raise it with Gimli? (not Gimli/Legolas fan... yet.)
Author: ::shudders:: Non YAOI-IST here. ::waves hand::
Roomate: ::snicker::
Author: I give up, no more Tolkien tempts. AND PEOPLE! Disclaimer I do not own LOTR
Among the planes of time,
And across the rules of logic.
Somethings are ment to be challeged
And others are to be broken.
As the west drinks up the rest of the sun,
Like lives to the swamps of mordor.
Soft as a elvish mother,
The stars begin to sing.
A lulluby to a prince
For him to change all things.
-By the author no one else. :P
SYNOPSIS:
And so it began- in the days before the Ring came back into knowledge. Before the Fellowship of the Ring was formed. When it was still Aragorn, his brothers and their prince friend Legolas. When Frodo and Sam were safe in the Shire, and Merry and Pippin were just beginning to span their mischief, up to no good. Back in the days when Saruman fiddled with strong magic in secret, a new race of Elf began.
Saruman knew to keep to the shadows of his Orc hold, so no one recognized his face. He knew that if word got out his, plans of taking over Middle Earth would be foiled. For he had yet to perfect the Orcaru. The Orcaru he had only lived for a few short hours, still useless to him.
This inncoent will remain hushed and secret, locked in the minds of the people involved. Legolas Greenleaf, son of King Thranduil, succumbed to Saruman's spell. One that surpassed all laws of logic, for it was not natural for any man to take on the role Legolas was about to embark on.
One so horrible, yet so wondrous.
A venture that happened solely by chance. For Saruman only found the spell after a Orc brawl erupted in the keep where spells were held. It called out to him, and he found himself drawn to a pinkish brown paper scroll. The spell seemed to give Saruman the ledge he needed, and it called for any strong male. The consequences vague, but it had to be evil to have been hidden so deep.
Saruman shoved the scroll in his robe, the beginning of a quest. One that took several human, elf, and dwarf lives, before finally the right person, or that is elf, came along.
By chance, this began on a hunting trip. Legolas became separated from his human friend while hunting a prized white deer. The human didn't see Legolas fall into a small sink hole, cracking his head on a tree root hard and thus losing consciousness before he could call out for help.
Before Aragorn noticed the missing elf, Legolas was swept up by a few wandering Orcs. Knowing that their master was looking for a male to be his next victim, and being a elf, the Orcs knew not to pass up this rare chance.
***
::singing:: He drinks dwarf ale, and she talks dirty in elvish... ... ::looks up and like Frodo in a nude bar:: Oh uh done already? Special thanks Lady Grey and my roomate who listened to me.