!All 4 Seasons In 1 Day!
Disclaimer: I do not own J.R.R. Tolkien, his thoughts, or Sting's song (the title of this fic!) I just enjoy them in an obsessive manner!!!
Summary: Celidë, a girl with no knowledge of her past, meets Legolas, who is mystified by her. But what does destiny hold for 2 people who drive each other crazy?! Legolas/OC.hopefully, if things go right!
************************************************************************
Celidë ran down the hall. She knew that the whole staff looked at her as she passed them. She always got the same reaction, the why-is-she-so-weird- can't-she-behave-like-a-normal-elf look or the why-are-you-so-weird-can't- you-behave-like-a-normal-elf speech. She knows that she isn't a normal elf; she isn't an elf at all. She has the intuition like an elf (even if she doesn't use it to her advantage), but she resembles one from the clan of men. With her curly, red hair, tanned skin, and not-to-slim but toned body one would automatically assume she was man. But she does have the pointy ears, height, and grace of an elf; these qualities helped her get the job in the Mirkwood palace as a servant. The first few weeks were nothing new to her; she was treated like an outcast mostly due to her personality. It wasn't her fault that she was loud and liked to have fun, even in serious times. Thank the Gods that Eladda came her way. The only true friend that Celidë has, Eladda is a fun, loving person. Together they make working at the palace fun. When Thranduil unexpectedly promoted Celidë to be his personal servant over Eladda, Eladda was truly happy for her. Celidë tries to be respectable for her friend's sake, but something deep down inside her refuses to be held down.
'I hope that the store isn't closed,' Celidë thought running her long, tanned, fingers through her hair.
"Celidë!" said a loud, booming voice.
"You have to be shitting me!" Celide thought. She slowly turned in dread. "Yes Ms. Dahril." She said in the sweetest voice she could fake.
"What are you doing here? You are supposed to be helping King Thranduil, are you not?." Ms. Dahril, the head of the servants, said.
"Yes. Yet Thranduil will have to wait; I have."
"No, Celidë!" Ms. Dahril pointed a finger at Celide. "You know that you must do what ever his highness likes when he likes, and he would like your assistance NOW! Oh and remember whenever talking about his highness you will address him as KING Thranduil. That goes for anyone of royal blood. What are you standing around for? Get going!"
"Yes, Dahril." Celidë started walking toward the king's tower. "You little, bitch of a rat." She muttered under her breath.
"What did you say?" snapped Dahril.
"You know exactly what I said," Celidë said over her back. She hadn't forgotten that Dahril had elf hearing.
Disclaimer: I do not own J.R.R. Tolkien, his thoughts, or Sting's song (the title of this fic!) I just enjoy them in an obsessive manner!!!
Summary: Celidë, a girl with no knowledge of her past, meets Legolas, who is mystified by her. But what does destiny hold for 2 people who drive each other crazy?! Legolas/OC.hopefully, if things go right!
************************************************************************
Celidë ran down the hall. She knew that the whole staff looked at her as she passed them. She always got the same reaction, the why-is-she-so-weird- can't-she-behave-like-a-normal-elf look or the why-are-you-so-weird-can't- you-behave-like-a-normal-elf speech. She knows that she isn't a normal elf; she isn't an elf at all. She has the intuition like an elf (even if she doesn't use it to her advantage), but she resembles one from the clan of men. With her curly, red hair, tanned skin, and not-to-slim but toned body one would automatically assume she was man. But she does have the pointy ears, height, and grace of an elf; these qualities helped her get the job in the Mirkwood palace as a servant. The first few weeks were nothing new to her; she was treated like an outcast mostly due to her personality. It wasn't her fault that she was loud and liked to have fun, even in serious times. Thank the Gods that Eladda came her way. The only true friend that Celidë has, Eladda is a fun, loving person. Together they make working at the palace fun. When Thranduil unexpectedly promoted Celidë to be his personal servant over Eladda, Eladda was truly happy for her. Celidë tries to be respectable for her friend's sake, but something deep down inside her refuses to be held down.
'I hope that the store isn't closed,' Celidë thought running her long, tanned, fingers through her hair.
"Celidë!" said a loud, booming voice.
"You have to be shitting me!" Celide thought. She slowly turned in dread. "Yes Ms. Dahril." She said in the sweetest voice she could fake.
"What are you doing here? You are supposed to be helping King Thranduil, are you not?." Ms. Dahril, the head of the servants, said.
"Yes. Yet Thranduil will have to wait; I have."
"No, Celidë!" Ms. Dahril pointed a finger at Celide. "You know that you must do what ever his highness likes when he likes, and he would like your assistance NOW! Oh and remember whenever talking about his highness you will address him as KING Thranduil. That goes for anyone of royal blood. What are you standing around for? Get going!"
"Yes, Dahril." Celidë started walking toward the king's tower. "You little, bitch of a rat." She muttered under her breath.
"What did you say?" snapped Dahril.
"You know exactly what I said," Celidë said over her back. She hadn't forgotten that Dahril had elf hearing.