This is my first story about anything that has to do with Lord of the
Rings.and of course, it's about my favorite character: Legolas. Oh man, did
he look hott in the Fellowship of the Ring. Oh baby...well, on with the
story!
Chapter 1
It was a glaringly bright morning in the forests of the outskirts of Rivendell, the kind that assaulted one's eyes with harsh beams of orange and yellow. The light was filtered into sharp streaks of gold through the thickly vegetated limbs of the trees, and the fresh dew on the grass was slowly evaporating into the thick, strangely cold morning air.
Legolas slowly peered around the rough, gnarled trunk of a tree and squinted through the imposing sunlight at the object of his affection. She was daintily perched atop a large stone in the middle of a flower-laden clearing, and turned the thin, tan page of an ancient book with deep interest. Legolas cracked a grin: she was so absorbed in her book that she would never hear him sneak behind her. He watched as she absentmindedly tucked a shimmering golden curl behind a pointed ear, and focused her watery blue eyes on a word that must have been smudged and therefore difficult to decipher. Legolas gracefully propelled his light Elvish body onto one of the tree's lower branches, and surveyed the scene: the branch that he was perched atop stretched over the clearing, and reached its end just over the rock that the maiden was sitting on. He crawled on his belly down the branch until he was suspended just over the maiden's head, and keeping his knees hooked over the tree limb he suddenly swung his upper body off the branch and faced the girl upside-down. She let out a shrill shriek of surprise when the fair, blond prince's head appeared just inches before hers, and she tumbled backwards off the rock in shock and anxiety.
Creladriel's chest was heaving in and out as she shakily brought herself to her feet. "Legolas? Tanya awra, utinu en lokirim!"
Legolas was still hanging upside down with his knees hooked around the branch, and he began to laugh so hard that his muscles loosened and he fell in a heap in the flowery clearing. "I think I fell on my head ..." he groaned through his last remaining spasms of laughter. "But I deserved that."
"Yes, you did. Come, why must you surprise me like that?" demanded Creladriel, standing over him and letting her thin white gown billow in the morning breeze. "You act as such a child sometimes." She offered a hand to help him stand up, but when he took it, instead of climbing to his feet he yanked her into the flowers next to him.
"It is such a beautiful morning," remarked Legolas, lying on his side to gaze at her and flushing pink in the bright morning sun, "Let us enjoy nature rather than be absorbed in silly books." His attention was distracted by something in the distance, and he began to chuckle. "Look, even the birds agree with me." He motioned across the clearing with a smile, and Creladriel noticed several large brown birds pecking and tearing at her book, which was still resting behind the rock where she fell.
"Yee! Shoo, vile creatures! Kela!" She hastily sprung to her feet and, waving her arms madly in the air, sent the birds off in a flurry of feathers. Once the birds had left she huffed over to her now well-tattered book and gingerly tried to piece several of the torn pages back together.
"Don't worry about it; I'm sure Luthisilmé can fix it for you. He's always repairing my bow," offered Legolas, standing up and walking towards where she knelt. Creladriel shook her head in disagreement, and continued to fuss over the ruined book. Legolas placed a gentle hand on her shoulder, but she jerked her arm away and glared up at him.
"All I wanted to do when I woke up this morning was finish reading my story. But because of your absurd games, now I can't do that. In fact, now I can never finish the book because it was the only copy in Middle Earth. Thank you very much, Prince Legolas Greenleaf, your HIGHNESS!" She brought herself up from her kneeling position, carefully picked up her destroyed book, and threw it as far as she could into the forest.
"Creladriel, tampa tanya! Why did you do that? I told you that it could be repaired!" cried Legolas, squinting his keen Elvish eyes into the surrounding trees but failing in his effort to spot the lost book. "Would you like me to retrieve it for you?"
Angry and astonished, Creladriel gaped at the tall elf. "No, I do not! That is why I threw it!" Legolas stepped back at these harsh words and furrowed his brow in remorse.
"I did not mean to upset you, little one. I- I am deeply sorry about your book," he offered, dropping his wide shoulders in sorrowful defeat.
The Elf-maiden hissed in disbelief and, with a defiant flip of her long golden curls, sharply turned heel and walked into the forest towards the valley of Rivendell.
Legolas silently watched her leave. He didn't think she wanted him to follow her.
Chapter 1
It was a glaringly bright morning in the forests of the outskirts of Rivendell, the kind that assaulted one's eyes with harsh beams of orange and yellow. The light was filtered into sharp streaks of gold through the thickly vegetated limbs of the trees, and the fresh dew on the grass was slowly evaporating into the thick, strangely cold morning air.
Legolas slowly peered around the rough, gnarled trunk of a tree and squinted through the imposing sunlight at the object of his affection. She was daintily perched atop a large stone in the middle of a flower-laden clearing, and turned the thin, tan page of an ancient book with deep interest. Legolas cracked a grin: she was so absorbed in her book that she would never hear him sneak behind her. He watched as she absentmindedly tucked a shimmering golden curl behind a pointed ear, and focused her watery blue eyes on a word that must have been smudged and therefore difficult to decipher. Legolas gracefully propelled his light Elvish body onto one of the tree's lower branches, and surveyed the scene: the branch that he was perched atop stretched over the clearing, and reached its end just over the rock that the maiden was sitting on. He crawled on his belly down the branch until he was suspended just over the maiden's head, and keeping his knees hooked over the tree limb he suddenly swung his upper body off the branch and faced the girl upside-down. She let out a shrill shriek of surprise when the fair, blond prince's head appeared just inches before hers, and she tumbled backwards off the rock in shock and anxiety.
Creladriel's chest was heaving in and out as she shakily brought herself to her feet. "Legolas? Tanya awra, utinu en lokirim!"
Legolas was still hanging upside down with his knees hooked around the branch, and he began to laugh so hard that his muscles loosened and he fell in a heap in the flowery clearing. "I think I fell on my head ..." he groaned through his last remaining spasms of laughter. "But I deserved that."
"Yes, you did. Come, why must you surprise me like that?" demanded Creladriel, standing over him and letting her thin white gown billow in the morning breeze. "You act as such a child sometimes." She offered a hand to help him stand up, but when he took it, instead of climbing to his feet he yanked her into the flowers next to him.
"It is such a beautiful morning," remarked Legolas, lying on his side to gaze at her and flushing pink in the bright morning sun, "Let us enjoy nature rather than be absorbed in silly books." His attention was distracted by something in the distance, and he began to chuckle. "Look, even the birds agree with me." He motioned across the clearing with a smile, and Creladriel noticed several large brown birds pecking and tearing at her book, which was still resting behind the rock where she fell.
"Yee! Shoo, vile creatures! Kela!" She hastily sprung to her feet and, waving her arms madly in the air, sent the birds off in a flurry of feathers. Once the birds had left she huffed over to her now well-tattered book and gingerly tried to piece several of the torn pages back together.
"Don't worry about it; I'm sure Luthisilmé can fix it for you. He's always repairing my bow," offered Legolas, standing up and walking towards where she knelt. Creladriel shook her head in disagreement, and continued to fuss over the ruined book. Legolas placed a gentle hand on her shoulder, but she jerked her arm away and glared up at him.
"All I wanted to do when I woke up this morning was finish reading my story. But because of your absurd games, now I can't do that. In fact, now I can never finish the book because it was the only copy in Middle Earth. Thank you very much, Prince Legolas Greenleaf, your HIGHNESS!" She brought herself up from her kneeling position, carefully picked up her destroyed book, and threw it as far as she could into the forest.
"Creladriel, tampa tanya! Why did you do that? I told you that it could be repaired!" cried Legolas, squinting his keen Elvish eyes into the surrounding trees but failing in his effort to spot the lost book. "Would you like me to retrieve it for you?"
Angry and astonished, Creladriel gaped at the tall elf. "No, I do not! That is why I threw it!" Legolas stepped back at these harsh words and furrowed his brow in remorse.
"I did not mean to upset you, little one. I- I am deeply sorry about your book," he offered, dropping his wide shoulders in sorrowful defeat.
The Elf-maiden hissed in disbelief and, with a defiant flip of her long golden curls, sharply turned heel and walked into the forest towards the valley of Rivendell.
Legolas silently watched her leave. He didn't think she wanted him to follow her.