This will not be everyone's cup of tea, and I completely accept that, but before anyone starts ripping it to shreds like all you wannabe critics do, I would just like to clear up a few things. I am a big fan of LOTR, I have read the books many times, and seen the movies. I know about what happened before the trilogy and after, but this story was written to entertain my friends and I, and purely for entertainment, and is posted here because I thought some other people might get some enjoyment from it. But if you do not find it to your liking, by all means leave some constructive criticism, but do not rip it to shreds, or call my character a Mary Sue cuz quite frankly if you are the sort of person who spends their time destroying other people's efforts at story writing, then you can't be a very good writer yourself. So you have been warned…
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There was no place on Middle Earth I'd rather be.
Rivendell was my home away from home, as it were. I was always comfortable there, safe and among friends. Elrond, the lord of Rivendell, was my grandfather, despite his pure elfishness.
My father, King Elessar was married to Elrond's Elven daughter, Arwen Evenstar. I was their eldest daughter, pretty as an elf, yet not.
No one could understand the loneliness of it. I didn't fit into the race of Men, despite the fact that one day I may be expected to rule them, and I did not fit in with the Elves, due to my mortality.
It was hurtful, and confusing, but these feelings were unnecessary, and I tried to block them out, which is why most of my time was spent in my haven at Rivendell. On my balcony overlooking the sumptuous forest, I felt at peace. I felt more at home among Elves, I always had.
"Glad to see you arrived safely." The calm voice of Lord Elrond said from the shade of my room. I nodded.
"Thank you for having me grandfather." I replied, and we embraced for a short while.
"You are always welcome here Vanwaithilien, you always will be." He called me by my full Elven name, which roughly translated it to Serenity, even though it was usually shortened to Lien.
"And I am glad of that my lord." I sighed, looking out towards the blazing red horizon once more.
"Remember the ball this evening."
"I will." I promised.
"Legolas is most curious to meet you. He is a good friend of your fathers, but he has not lain eyes on you since you were a young girl."
"Father often speaks of him." I murmured softly, deep in thought. "He didn't fit in either, my father." I said thoughtfully.
"What do you speak of?"
"He was a mortal, raised among Elves. It must have been difficult for him." I explained my thoughts.
"It was, but he found his path Lien." He came up behind me, and laid a caring hand on my shoulder. "Perhaps it was time you found yours."
And with that said, he swept from the room, leaving me to my ever-confusing thoughts.
I decided not to let my confusion dominate me. I was usually a happy young woman, with my whole life to live. So I picked out my favourite midnight blue crushed velvet dress with lacy cuffs and gold trim. I decided not to wear any jewellery and I left my hair dangling freely around my exposed shoulders.
The hall had been decorated for the occasion, and was already full of Elven guests. I sat alone in a secluded corner, and watched the festivities with a smiling mouth and heart.
After an hour or so, I saw an extremely handsome Elf crossing the hall to me. He had broad shoulders, golden blonde hair and the purest blue eyes. My heart leapt into my throat at the mere sight of him. He stopped before me, and I realised who he was.
"Fair Vanwaithilien, I am glad you could attend this evening." He spoke.
"Prince Legolas, it is an honour to be in your presence." I replied politely, although I did greatly mean what I said.
"I was wondering if you would grant me the honour of pleasure of this dance." He smiled softly, and I melted instantly, as I'm sure many other young hearts had in his company.
"The pleasure would be mine."
I allowed him to lead me to the dancing area, and he took me in his capable arms. I noticed he was holding me quite closely, and I responded subtly, by gently leaning into him at the waist.
The night passed in a flurry of dancing and laughter. By the light of the new dawn, Legolas was escorting me back to my chamber.
Legolas was probably one of the most incredible people I had ever come across, and as stupid as it was, I wanted to be with him forever. I put it down to immature, impure lust, but deep down, I knew it was more than that.
"I have had a most enjoyable evening." Legolas smiled as we stopped outside my chamber door. I grinned in reply.
"Myself also, Master Legolas."
He stepped closer, so close I could feel his heart thudding, betraying his calm façade. He tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear. His lips were millimetres away from my own.
"This is wrong." He murmured and I felt his words against my lips.
"Perhaps."
"I must go."
He turned suddenly on his heel, and practically ran off down the hallway towards his own chamber.
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Legolas sat on his bed, cradling his head in his hands, internally shaking himself for falling so easily for his closest friend's very young daughter. But Vanwaithilien was so beautiful, and graceful, yet there was an intense sadness around her, as well as a mischievous air.
He closed his eyes, and imagined his lips on hers, her skin touching his, her whispers in his ear. He wanted her, he wanted to pleasure her, but he wanted to love her, to be able to tell people proudly that she was as much his and he was hers. He often found himself aching with loneliness, and he could see that in her.
But she was Aragorn's daughter, and even having these thoughts of her were wrong. He tried, but he could not stop the thoughts from forming, so he lay back in his bed, and tried in vain to clear his mind.
A day passed, and all day Legolas struggled with his feelings. He spent most of his time in Lien's company, hoping to rid himself of his confusion, to no avail. Lien returned his feelings, that much was sure, but she was so young, and Legolas feared breaking her heart, as well as his own.
That night, he was sitting cross-legged on his bed, reading one of the many books from Elrond's study. However, he could not concentrate on the book, and instead stared at the smooth pages.
A timid knock on his door startled his thoughts. He was unfortunately shirtless, and was incredibly shy about going to the door in such a state of undress, but he uncurled his long legs and opened it anyway.
Lien was standing in the doorway, in nothing more than a flimsy nightgown. Legolas could see the gentle curves of her body through it, and was once again possessed by his passion.
"You must go…" He began, but she slipped closer to him, and pressed her finger to his lips.
"If I am caught out of bed I will be in much trouble." She whispered hastily, and he opened his door wider for her to enter his room.
She sat down on his bed, also cross-legged, facing him. Her eyes studied his for a moment, and the lust and love in his mirrored her own.
"Why are you here at this late hour?" He asked, although he was glad she was. She looked to her feet, then back to his fair face.
"Because I must speak with you. Legolas, what is there between us?" She asked softly, not daring to look at him, perhaps fearing his answer.
"More than I can ever explain. To say that I do not want you would be a lie, as I do, I want you more than anything Lien."
"So you feel it too?"
"Yes, I do. But we cannot ever act on these feelings. You are my friend's daughter, I could not betray Aragorn in such a way." He said sadly.
"Instead you would betray your own heart?"
"It is not that, for if I could, I would spend the rest of my days with you. But things are complicated." He looked away from her eyes, and noticed a thin red slice in her flawless skin at her collarbone.
"You're hurt." He reached out to touch her, but she pulled away slightly, maybe shy, or maybe not pleased with him.
"It's nothing." She muttered.
"Come here." He told her, and she did move closer to him. In fact, she slid her legs round his waist, so that the wound was right in front of him.
But she was also right in front of him, her breasts rising and falling gently as she breathed, her skin smelling like the delicate wild flowers in the forest. He caressed the skin around the wound, and seeing it was closed already, fought his eyes to meet hers.
"It's already closed." He informed her, his heart racing. She did not untwine herself from him, and he could barely breathe, his heart was now in his throat.
"I told you it was nothing." She smiled softly. Legolas regarded her for a moment, before tilting his head back, and gently brushing his lips against hers. Lien pulled away for a moment, startled, before leaning back in and returning his unsure kiss.
Their lips met, over and over, each kiss becoming more and more passionate. Legolas slipped his hands over her thighs, up under her nightdress, and onto her back, where he pressed her young body against his. Her lips trailed across his jawbone, up his neck, and up to the little points of his ears. Legolas sighed with content, this was all he had ever wanted, all he had ever needed, to be close to someone, to someone who understood him. Their lips met again, and he dipped his tongue in her mouth, before lowering his lips to her delicate neck, down over the hollow where her pulse flickered seductively beneath her skin, and along her collarbone. His hands longed for more of her skin, and moments later, her nightgown was on the floor, and he was caressing her softly. Legolas could feel himself stirring beneath her, and he began trying to free himself from his own clothes, but his hands were shaking so much he couldn't do it. Lien's hands covered his, and she helped him.
When they were both rid of their clothes, they resumed their kissing, each kiss being punctuated by slight moans and whispers of pleasure. Legolas softly lowered her to the bed, and lay over her, his hands exploring her, his skin feeling like it was on fire, his whole body full of pent up emotion and desires, all for her.
Finally, Legolas slid himself into her, and she let out a small gasp of pain. He stopped immediately, not bearing to think that he had hurt her.
"I'm sorry, did I hurt you?"
"No, no I'm fine. Don't stop." She replied, and Legolas began moving over her slowly, each movement becoming faster, their hips grinding together, their need for each other driving them.
And suddenly, and intense pleasure sped through their veins, causing Legolas to stop completely, and Lien to utter a low sound of ecstasy in her throat. It was like a beautiful release, and Legolas collapsed in Lien's arms, breathing hard, but fully satisfied.
"I love you." He whispered to her as she held him and stroked his hair. She laid a loving kiss on his lips, and settled herself close to him.
"I love you too."
In the serene silence that followed, they both fell into a deep sleep in each other's arms, not even thinking of how wrong everything was about to go.
How very wrong.