Disclaimer: I do not own any recognizable characters i.e. Legolas, Boromir,
Arwen etc. They belong to Tolkien and his publishers.
AN: I know this is a Mary-Sue, but this is my first time writing fan fiction. I just want you guys to read it and then critique it. How's my grammar, punctuation, the flow of the story, does it fit with the events in the book etc. I've only written original fiction so I'm trying to see if I can write in this genre. If you're still reading, thank you.
Chapter 1: A Luxury
In the cool night, a dark-haired Elf clad in brown and green arrived in Rivendell. No one was there to greet him because his coming was unlooked for, but he was not unwelcome. Fair voices, unmistakably Elven, wafted through the air from the Hall of Fire.
As the Elf, a messenger from Mirkwood, made his way into the house, a warm feeling came over him. This was, of course, the Last Homely House. It was a refuge for the weary and the oppressed, all fair folk were welcome.
The Elf entered the Hall of Fire and saw that many people were dancing, singing and playing sweet melodies. He strode through the crowd with a purpose. Amidst the many elves, men and dwarves busy in their merrymaking, a tall man wearing a dark cloak and a star on his chest greeted him.
"Legolas, my dear friend." Aragorn greeted him warmly in the elf's own tongue.
"I am glad to see you again, Aragorn. Alas, I bring ill news."
"Ill news? What troubles your fair face so? Tell me what news you bring."
Before Legolas could answer, Lord Elrond interrupted their conversation. He had seen Legolas enter the hall and his foresight let him see that something was amiss. Elrond had left his seat and along with Arwen Undomiel, followed the Ranger.
"Estel, this is a time for merrymaking, not business. We will not speak of ill news while my charges are happy and content."
Elrond turned to speak with Legolas, while Arwen led Aragorn back to their place.
"You are welcome to participate in a council we are holding tomorrow. It will take place early in the day." Elrond's voice strongly suggested to Legolas that he should be present in the council. Elrond continued, "You must be weary from your travel. I will have someone prepare you a room. If you wish, a bath may be prepared."
Legolas nodded his head and eagerly replied, "A bath would be most appreciated. Thank you for your hospitality."
Elrond gestured to a fair-haired Elf dancing with an equally fair Elven maiden. The Elf quickly walked over and bowed before the two Elves. Elrond quickly told the Elf his directions before nodding to Legolas and walking back to his seat beside Arwen.
Legolas followed the rambling Elf, whose face was flushed from the consumption of large amounts of elven wine, out of the hall and through the spacious hallways of Elrond's house. Through his incoherent babbling, Legolas' sharp ears heard the heavy footfalls of a man, followed by the light step of an elf coming towards them.
As the footsteps came closer, a man and an elf maiden came into view. The man was tall and had a fair and noble face. His dark hair barely reached his shoulders, while around his neck was a collar of silver in which a single white stone was set. At his left hip, a horn tipped with silver hung on a baldric. When Legolas met his eyes, he briefly saw amazement within the grey eyes before the man's glance became proud and stern. The elven maiden following the man brushed a strand of golden hair from her face and sighed as the man asked her a question with a sharp voice. Legolas barely looked at the bright-eyed elf passing his way, his thoughts turned quickly from the man and focused on the awaiting bath.
'After weeks of travelling, I am looking forward to this luxury. Maybe I could postpone visiting the celebration for a while and peruse the library,' Legolas mused as his guide started to prepare his bath.
When the Elf was finished, Legolas grunted his thanks and the Elf left the prince to rejoin his dancing partner.
"Ah, this is bliss," he said aloud as he sank into the warm water. And for a little while, his burden vanished from his thoughts as he revelled in the comforting feeling of the bath.
AN: I know this is a Mary-Sue, but this is my first time writing fan fiction. I just want you guys to read it and then critique it. How's my grammar, punctuation, the flow of the story, does it fit with the events in the book etc. I've only written original fiction so I'm trying to see if I can write in this genre. If you're still reading, thank you.
Chapter 1: A Luxury
In the cool night, a dark-haired Elf clad in brown and green arrived in Rivendell. No one was there to greet him because his coming was unlooked for, but he was not unwelcome. Fair voices, unmistakably Elven, wafted through the air from the Hall of Fire.
As the Elf, a messenger from Mirkwood, made his way into the house, a warm feeling came over him. This was, of course, the Last Homely House. It was a refuge for the weary and the oppressed, all fair folk were welcome.
The Elf entered the Hall of Fire and saw that many people were dancing, singing and playing sweet melodies. He strode through the crowd with a purpose. Amidst the many elves, men and dwarves busy in their merrymaking, a tall man wearing a dark cloak and a star on his chest greeted him.
"Legolas, my dear friend." Aragorn greeted him warmly in the elf's own tongue.
"I am glad to see you again, Aragorn. Alas, I bring ill news."
"Ill news? What troubles your fair face so? Tell me what news you bring."
Before Legolas could answer, Lord Elrond interrupted their conversation. He had seen Legolas enter the hall and his foresight let him see that something was amiss. Elrond had left his seat and along with Arwen Undomiel, followed the Ranger.
"Estel, this is a time for merrymaking, not business. We will not speak of ill news while my charges are happy and content."
Elrond turned to speak with Legolas, while Arwen led Aragorn back to their place.
"You are welcome to participate in a council we are holding tomorrow. It will take place early in the day." Elrond's voice strongly suggested to Legolas that he should be present in the council. Elrond continued, "You must be weary from your travel. I will have someone prepare you a room. If you wish, a bath may be prepared."
Legolas nodded his head and eagerly replied, "A bath would be most appreciated. Thank you for your hospitality."
Elrond gestured to a fair-haired Elf dancing with an equally fair Elven maiden. The Elf quickly walked over and bowed before the two Elves. Elrond quickly told the Elf his directions before nodding to Legolas and walking back to his seat beside Arwen.
Legolas followed the rambling Elf, whose face was flushed from the consumption of large amounts of elven wine, out of the hall and through the spacious hallways of Elrond's house. Through his incoherent babbling, Legolas' sharp ears heard the heavy footfalls of a man, followed by the light step of an elf coming towards them.
As the footsteps came closer, a man and an elf maiden came into view. The man was tall and had a fair and noble face. His dark hair barely reached his shoulders, while around his neck was a collar of silver in which a single white stone was set. At his left hip, a horn tipped with silver hung on a baldric. When Legolas met his eyes, he briefly saw amazement within the grey eyes before the man's glance became proud and stern. The elven maiden following the man brushed a strand of golden hair from her face and sighed as the man asked her a question with a sharp voice. Legolas barely looked at the bright-eyed elf passing his way, his thoughts turned quickly from the man and focused on the awaiting bath.
'After weeks of travelling, I am looking forward to this luxury. Maybe I could postpone visiting the celebration for a while and peruse the library,' Legolas mused as his guide started to prepare his bath.
When the Elf was finished, Legolas grunted his thanks and the Elf left the prince to rejoin his dancing partner.
"Ah, this is bliss," he said aloud as he sank into the warm water. And for a little while, his burden vanished from his thoughts as he revelled in the comforting feeling of the bath.
