Disclaimer: I own nothing except me. I considered selling my soul once but
the chocolate was stale and the ice cream was melted. The Devil is cheap
let me tell you! ; P
(A/N)This is my first romance. Well of course it's about Legolas. But it isn't one of those boring, overdone Mary-Sues I assure you. Read and enjoy!
Chapter 1: Dreams
It happens every night now; the same strange dream. I am cooking in my kitchen. I turn around and see my boyfriend, Brent, yelling at me. I cry and run out of the house as fast as I can. I run for hours and I never seem to tire. Then, abruptly, the scene changes to that of a dark forest. I pause finally, frightened by my unknown surroundings. I turn around and am facing a strange man. He has long blonde hair, and deep, blue eyes. I cry again as I think about Brent. He puts his arms around me to comfort me and I am lost in his embrace. It isn't the way the dream portrayed my boyfriend to act that bothered me. And it wasn't that I was with another man in my dreams, It wasn't even the frequency of the dreams that bothered me. It was that I seemed to know him somehow. I had met him somewhere. But where?
(A/N) So what do you think? I know there isn't much here yet but I will write more soon. Well now that you've read it it's time to review.
(A/N)This is my first romance. Well of course it's about Legolas. But it isn't one of those boring, overdone Mary-Sues I assure you. Read and enjoy!
Chapter 1: Dreams
It happens every night now; the same strange dream. I am cooking in my kitchen. I turn around and see my boyfriend, Brent, yelling at me. I cry and run out of the house as fast as I can. I run for hours and I never seem to tire. Then, abruptly, the scene changes to that of a dark forest. I pause finally, frightened by my unknown surroundings. I turn around and am facing a strange man. He has long blonde hair, and deep, blue eyes. I cry again as I think about Brent. He puts his arms around me to comfort me and I am lost in his embrace. It isn't the way the dream portrayed my boyfriend to act that bothered me. And it wasn't that I was with another man in my dreams, It wasn't even the frequency of the dreams that bothered me. It was that I seemed to know him somehow. I had met him somewhere. But where?
(A/N) So what do you think? I know there isn't much here yet but I will write more soon. Well now that you've read it it's time to review.