In no way shape or form do I own any characters J.R.R. Tolkien has created,
as much as I'd LOVE to own Legolas. Other characters not his are solely
mine. Enjoy.sex comes later.sorry lol ;) Elizabeth Bloom 3..PS.this is
After The Fellowship, BUT Aragorn and Arwen are not married, but still
'dating' and Elrond, is.well.more or less clueless.at least for now ;)
lol.33
CH1. Elizal's Encounter
"Elizal have you finished the arrows yet?" She could hear a distant voice say. She looked down at the small pieces of metal, and the long wooden branches in which needed to be smoothed. Her gaze next went to a mirror, which held it for quite some time.
Her reflection was one of a dirtied dress, stained with mud, among other things. Not to mention her hair, long brown waves, which had by now escaped its braid, and had twigs and leaves sticking out of it. She started picking out the twigs, forgetting about the question asked of her, and she heard footsteps, and a slight crack in the door, as her boss, peered in and let out a long sigh.
"Not again" He said in a disappointed manner, which was always used for guilt purposes. "I was on my way, gathering more like you asked, but then they challenged me, and I- - " "You what?" He said as if a line in a well planed act. "I am so sorry, but how am I to ignore such an insult? They insulted not only me either.they insulted you, and your kind family; and my.." She couldn't bear myself to say it.
"Lizal, my dear child." He said as he came over to her, with tears in my eyes. 'He said child' "I call you my child, because in my heart of hearts, that is what you are to me. You know your family loved you very much, if they didn't they would not have bothered to leave you with a family at all. I know, as does your family that you deserve far better than what we can offer you, but all we ask is that you help, so one day we will be able to offer you the stars, my child" He wiped away her tears and she hugged him, which surprised him. As far back as he could remember, all those years, she never gave any physical contact to any of her 'superiors', only the young ones, and rarely at that.
"Thank-you. But I need to get these done." "No, they can wai- - " "I insist, you keep me here, feed me, cloth me, and bath me. It is only fair I do my end. " "Well if you insist, I need you to take these to the palace in Mirkwood. It is a long journey, and a rough one for - -" "A rough journey? I am the best archer in this shabby little place, I have beaten the rivals of five different villages, and I think I can handle myself." "Sorry, forgive me, I forgot" He said sarcastically. "Start early, before the sun comes, and make the best time, I will have Liern ready for you."
He sighed, and chuckled quietly to himself. "You are never one to run from your duty are you?" He noticed that there were far too many twigs, than the order required. He laughed again and he closed the door.
The rest of the night was spent heating and cooling metal, and shaving down the twigs; the last step was connecting the two, and creating the ends of the arrows. Elizal fell asleep by the dimming fire, while working on her extra arrows, for herself. She left just before the sun rose.
The Sun was now well over head, and she could barely keep her eyes open.
"There must be a place I could rest, somewhere."
She looked and saw a large, engulfing willow tree ahead, one which looked rather comfortable.
The sun was now fully risen in the sky, and her little house had faded into nothing.
'About half-way there; there is no harm in resting, I am well on my way.'
She had dismounted Liern, set her up by the lake, for she was in great need of water. She grabbed my old ratted cloak which was a gift form her parents, and climbed the great tree until she found the perfect branch, and drifted to sleep.
She woke, alarmed to the sight, and then remembering where slowly remembering where she was. She couldn't help but feel happy, at ease, and calm. Elizal grabbed her small bag which she stuffed her cloak into, and began to sing. She was at peace, a feeling which had seemingly left her for a long time. She was about to grab my quiver and bow, as she stepped onto her dress, and fell out of the great wood and into the lake below it.
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"I will return later father" Legolas said trying to go unnoticed, and almost did. "But Lord Elrond and Arwen shall be here any time today, and I fear that you will be caught up in your ar- - " "Father, I promise I will return soon, if it will please you I will take both my bow and quiver, but go for a stroll. It is a beautiful day in Mirkwood, and I long to see what it brings." He nodded and Legolas left.
He gathered my things, and soon made my way back to the spot which was so endearing. He rested my things by the large willow in which he had often climbed so often as a child. The lake looked so peaceful, so serene. Looking around, and after listening for a few minutes, he realized no one was around. He had started to undo my tunic when he heard something.
A voice, a beautiful one, but there was no body to go with it. Grabbing his bow, and an arrow out of his quiver, he re-scanned the area. The voice was beautiful, none that he have ever heard. It was a beautiful song, but filled with sadness, and pain. Then it went silent, he turned to the great tree arrow ready and set in my bow, when he heard a large splash and thud.
A few moments went by, and there was nothing. Legolas had my arrow was ready; he saw movement in the water and let it go.
CH1. Elizal's Encounter
"Elizal have you finished the arrows yet?" She could hear a distant voice say. She looked down at the small pieces of metal, and the long wooden branches in which needed to be smoothed. Her gaze next went to a mirror, which held it for quite some time.
Her reflection was one of a dirtied dress, stained with mud, among other things. Not to mention her hair, long brown waves, which had by now escaped its braid, and had twigs and leaves sticking out of it. She started picking out the twigs, forgetting about the question asked of her, and she heard footsteps, and a slight crack in the door, as her boss, peered in and let out a long sigh.
"Not again" He said in a disappointed manner, which was always used for guilt purposes. "I was on my way, gathering more like you asked, but then they challenged me, and I- - " "You what?" He said as if a line in a well planed act. "I am so sorry, but how am I to ignore such an insult? They insulted not only me either.they insulted you, and your kind family; and my.." She couldn't bear myself to say it.
"Lizal, my dear child." He said as he came over to her, with tears in my eyes. 'He said child' "I call you my child, because in my heart of hearts, that is what you are to me. You know your family loved you very much, if they didn't they would not have bothered to leave you with a family at all. I know, as does your family that you deserve far better than what we can offer you, but all we ask is that you help, so one day we will be able to offer you the stars, my child" He wiped away her tears and she hugged him, which surprised him. As far back as he could remember, all those years, she never gave any physical contact to any of her 'superiors', only the young ones, and rarely at that.
"Thank-you. But I need to get these done." "No, they can wai- - " "I insist, you keep me here, feed me, cloth me, and bath me. It is only fair I do my end. " "Well if you insist, I need you to take these to the palace in Mirkwood. It is a long journey, and a rough one for - -" "A rough journey? I am the best archer in this shabby little place, I have beaten the rivals of five different villages, and I think I can handle myself." "Sorry, forgive me, I forgot" He said sarcastically. "Start early, before the sun comes, and make the best time, I will have Liern ready for you."
He sighed, and chuckled quietly to himself. "You are never one to run from your duty are you?" He noticed that there were far too many twigs, than the order required. He laughed again and he closed the door.
The rest of the night was spent heating and cooling metal, and shaving down the twigs; the last step was connecting the two, and creating the ends of the arrows. Elizal fell asleep by the dimming fire, while working on her extra arrows, for herself. She left just before the sun rose.
The Sun was now well over head, and she could barely keep her eyes open.
"There must be a place I could rest, somewhere."
She looked and saw a large, engulfing willow tree ahead, one which looked rather comfortable.
The sun was now fully risen in the sky, and her little house had faded into nothing.
'About half-way there; there is no harm in resting, I am well on my way.'
She had dismounted Liern, set her up by the lake, for she was in great need of water. She grabbed my old ratted cloak which was a gift form her parents, and climbed the great tree until she found the perfect branch, and drifted to sleep.
She woke, alarmed to the sight, and then remembering where slowly remembering where she was. She couldn't help but feel happy, at ease, and calm. Elizal grabbed her small bag which she stuffed her cloak into, and began to sing. She was at peace, a feeling which had seemingly left her for a long time. She was about to grab my quiver and bow, as she stepped onto her dress, and fell out of the great wood and into the lake below it.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"I will return later father" Legolas said trying to go unnoticed, and almost did. "But Lord Elrond and Arwen shall be here any time today, and I fear that you will be caught up in your ar- - " "Father, I promise I will return soon, if it will please you I will take both my bow and quiver, but go for a stroll. It is a beautiful day in Mirkwood, and I long to see what it brings." He nodded and Legolas left.
He gathered my things, and soon made my way back to the spot which was so endearing. He rested my things by the large willow in which he had often climbed so often as a child. The lake looked so peaceful, so serene. Looking around, and after listening for a few minutes, he realized no one was around. He had started to undo my tunic when he heard something.
A voice, a beautiful one, but there was no body to go with it. Grabbing his bow, and an arrow out of his quiver, he re-scanned the area. The voice was beautiful, none that he have ever heard. It was a beautiful song, but filled with sadness, and pain. Then it went silent, he turned to the great tree arrow ready and set in my bow, when he heard a large splash and thud.
A few moments went by, and there was nothing. Legolas had my arrow was ready; he saw movement in the water and let it go.