Disclaimer: I do not own Legolas Greenleaf *sob*, or Mirkwood or any of
the cool stuff Tolkien made up *bigger sob*.
Summary: Legolas is in this chapter chillin' out at home and sees some pretty weird stuff. I personally think this is the worst chapter (I mean, how on earth do you start a story without telling every thing that leads up to it?)
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Legolas Greenleaf stepped lightly through the undergrowth of the forest, Mirkwood. His footsteps making only the slightest noise. He sighed, and lifted his handsome, elven face upward.
Revolving slowly, he stared up at the sunlight filtering through the thick foliage. Legolas silently unhooked his pack and lowered it to the ground. He wandered among the various trees and finally he reached his destination. It was a tree, a tall, sturdy birch with his name etched into the trunk.
Legolas Greenleaf
Smiling and singing softly to himself, he rested his hand on the trunk, closed his eyes and inhaled deeply. 'It's good to be home.' He thought. With a step back, he sprang up from the ground as only an elf could.
With a flip, he landed on a platform on his feet. The platform was made in Lothlorien style; being large and very comfortable. Legolas quickly set about fixing his dinner, the meat and forest herbs providing the flavor that Lembas could not.
After cleaning up, he occupied himself with the ritual of cleaning his bow and waxing the string. He fixed himself a place to sleep, shaking out a mat and laying down his blanket. Lighting several candles he leaned back in the bed, staring up at the starlight, transfixed.
He drifted off into a deep sleep, dreaming vividly of The War of the Ring. From the deep ocean of sleep, a smile flickered across the face of Legolas as he remembered Frodo's courage, Gimli's friendship, Gandalf's wisdom, and Saurons defeat. His dreams plunged on; reliving Helms Deep, the Orthanc, and Minas Tireth.
Suddenly, his recounts were interrupted by a vision. He saw in the depths of his sleep a stone basin on a pedestal, much like Galadriel's mirror. The basin was suddenly in front of him, as though he had moves forward. The vision changed view, and he saw himself, Legolas, lean over the basin and --.
He awoke with a start and found himself to be sweating profusely. Shaking from the bizarre vision he climbed down the tree and washed himself in the cold spring by his tree.
Summary: Legolas is in this chapter chillin' out at home and sees some pretty weird stuff. I personally think this is the worst chapter (I mean, how on earth do you start a story without telling every thing that leads up to it?)
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Legolas Greenleaf stepped lightly through the undergrowth of the forest, Mirkwood. His footsteps making only the slightest noise. He sighed, and lifted his handsome, elven face upward.
Revolving slowly, he stared up at the sunlight filtering through the thick foliage. Legolas silently unhooked his pack and lowered it to the ground. He wandered among the various trees and finally he reached his destination. It was a tree, a tall, sturdy birch with his name etched into the trunk.
Legolas Greenleaf
Smiling and singing softly to himself, he rested his hand on the trunk, closed his eyes and inhaled deeply. 'It's good to be home.' He thought. With a step back, he sprang up from the ground as only an elf could.
With a flip, he landed on a platform on his feet. The platform was made in Lothlorien style; being large and very comfortable. Legolas quickly set about fixing his dinner, the meat and forest herbs providing the flavor that Lembas could not.
After cleaning up, he occupied himself with the ritual of cleaning his bow and waxing the string. He fixed himself a place to sleep, shaking out a mat and laying down his blanket. Lighting several candles he leaned back in the bed, staring up at the starlight, transfixed.
He drifted off into a deep sleep, dreaming vividly of The War of the Ring. From the deep ocean of sleep, a smile flickered across the face of Legolas as he remembered Frodo's courage, Gimli's friendship, Gandalf's wisdom, and Saurons defeat. His dreams plunged on; reliving Helms Deep, the Orthanc, and Minas Tireth.
Suddenly, his recounts were interrupted by a vision. He saw in the depths of his sleep a stone basin on a pedestal, much like Galadriel's mirror. The basin was suddenly in front of him, as though he had moves forward. The vision changed view, and he saw himself, Legolas, lean over the basin and --.
He awoke with a start and found himself to be sweating profusely. Shaking from the bizarre vision he climbed down the tree and washed himself in the cold spring by his tree.
