(Actually not this obsessed anymore but it wouldn't make any sense if I got
rid of this...actually it doesn't make sense to begin with but hey whatever)
Note to all readers: OK. Legolas lovers, I have one thing to say to you:
BACK OFF HE'S MINE!!!!!! Sorry that's wrong: Orlando Bloom lovers, I have
one thing to say to you: BACK OFF HE'S MINE!!!!! (HEHEHEHEHEHAHAHAHAHAHA) I
mean I love Legolas and all but... well I'll let my shoulder angel and devil
explain to you.
Shoulder Angel and Devil: Thank You. (well, at least Shoulder Angel)
Shoulder Angel: Legolas is such a sweet little elf: Young, caring, and one with nature...
Shoulder Devil: OK? Little? Young? He's like six feet tall and 2931years old! Yeah, caring and maybe a little too much with the being one with nature. I mean he walks into Gondor after a war (I think) with Gimli, and while Gimli is like "The place has a nice stone structure..." Legolas is like (in a girly voice) "I think this place needs more beautiful gardens and flowers." EWW!!
Shoulder Angel: ...and he's such a brave and valiant warrior...
Shoulder Devil: OK, I have five words for you, and I quote "Ai! A balrog! A balrog!" sounds awfully brave and valiant to me.
Shoulder Angel: ... he's sensitive.
Shoulder Devil: Yeah! A little too sensitive. I mean remember when they were in Lothlorien and the hobbits and Gimli ask what the elves are singing and he's just like I cannot say. For me the sorrow is still too near. Woohoohoo! I end here.
Shoulder Angel: (speechless)
My shoulder devil actually has a point. I mean, she makes very good reference to the book unlike the angel.
Okay. I'm sorry if I offended anyone, I mean I love Legolas and everything, but he's really girly and seems to be having a really close relationship with Gimli. But at the same time, I must defend him with the time when the Rohirrum surrounded him, Gimli, and Aragorn, and he does this super fast thing with his arrow and is like You will die before you strike.
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Okay this is my first story so be nice on the reviews. I'm really sorry for all the spelling mistakes that make reference to the places and people of JRR Tolkien's work, and all other stupid mistakes. I don't really love to write, I just have this story that I made up that I like and just thought it would be fun to write. Almost all places and events, and most of the characters are based on the work of the wonderful JRR Tolkien (of who I've even done a report on because I love his books so much).
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"Legolas! Come! Our guest will be here soon and you still have to change into nicer clothes."
"Yes mother, I've heard thee a million times, but if this guest is such a close friend of mine as you say, he will not mind what I am dressed in."
"Well, if you have heard me a million times, you would have remembered that this friend of yours is a maiden, not a he."
"A female! I have no such friend, but in that case, I will go change."
"Hmph! When will he ever learn that he is a prince and that he should act it around everyone, not just girls!"
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Do they even remember me? I have not seen them in decades. What if they don't like me? Not even the elves that know me like because I am so different. Does Legolas remember who I am? I mean we were best of friends, but we were children then. I must pull myself together. I must think clearly now, but it has been so hard since the attack of the orcs... since the lost of my entire family. What if they do not like me, I will have nowhere to go. I will have to sort things out later. I have arrived in Mirkwood.
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"Your majesties. The maiden Admora has arrived." Announced the guard as Admora entered. She was nervous, but was at once soothed by the sight of her old friend Legolas. He had not changed a bit. He still always dressed up in his best clothes when she, or any other girl, arrived. His hair was still blonde, though a bit longer and his eyes were still blue as the sea, calm at one moment, yet piercing at the another. Her fears, though, were reassured when the servants of the household beheld her and turned away laughing and with shocked looks. She knew it would happen. She was different from the other elves; cursed. Her mother had been a mortal, a descendant from men; her father an elf, an immortal, the eldest and wisest of all creatures. Both were fair to those of their own race, but Admora was an outcast. To men, she was an elf. A creature of which all men hate because they "took away the immortality of men." To an elf, she was a descendant of men; imperfect, dirty, and crude. She had the beauties of both races: long dark hair and tanned skin from her mother, and the tall, slender elegance of an elf from her father. She had the love of nature, yet also the adventurous mind of humans. She was an elf in every way, but her looks and the way she slept. She had a keen sense of sight and hearing, had a beautiful voice, could walk on snow, and do everything as an elf could, but she could no sleep like them. She slept as men did. Hers eyes closed and her mind controlling itself sending her dreams of being normal and nightmares of the night the orcs killed everyone... everyone but her.
"Welcome to our home Admora. You are welcomed here as long as you may need" announced King Thranduil.
"Thank you your majesties. I am in your debt for all the kindness you have bestowed upon me" replied Admora as she bowed.
"No need to be so formal my young lady. You may call us your aunt and uncle if you please, but do not call us your majesties"
"It will be done as you please."
"Legolas, come and show Admora to her room. You will be able to catch up with her too. Legolas...Legolas! Did you hear me? Are you asleep?"
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Who is she? She's so familiar. Wait... I think someone is trying to reach me from outside of my mind. Yeah it's my mom.
"No mother! I was just reliving my memories... remembering the times Admora and I had as children." Legolas half-lied. He did not remember who she was, but was awed by her. She was different, yet the same as he was. He looked at her, smiled, and winked.
"Well mister, I believe that is what we elves call sleeping isn't it? I mean we are not human you know. Now take Admora to her room."
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"You don't remember me do you?" questioned Admora as she and Legolas came to her room.
"What makes you say that?" answered Legolas.
"Well remembering how you were as a child, you smirk when you're lying and your ears wiggle."
"They do not! Hmph! Now I remember who you are!"
"No you do not. Your ears are wiggling again."
"Yes I do! Your that annoying little girl from... from... my childhood"
"Oh very nice. You actually remember me. By the way, which little girl was I? The one drooling all over you? The one who always wanted you to play with me? Or maybe I'm the one you begged to play with and maybe I'm the one who used to be your best friend! The last one sounds right, but you don't seem to remember do you?! You haven't changed a bit. Still the forgetful, adventurous, and girl seeker you always were."
It hit him. Legolas now remembered. How could he have forgotten Admora?
"It's you!"
"About time. Just needed to add some insults to jog your memory." She smiled. She couldn't help it. He had remembered her...Legolas was back... The Legolas whom she loved to be with... The Legolas whom she loved...
When they had reached Admora's room, they talked for hours. She told him of why she was now living with him and his parents. He told her of everything that had happened, and she told him of the night... the night when orcs attacked her house... the night when her life changed... the night her parents were killed...
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OK be nice and review. Also I accept Flames, but if its because of the half-elven thing, don't you dare write a flame on that until I finish writing this story and you read it all. If you want to write a flame because of that, please go to chapter 8 a/n after you have written a flame to see what I think of it. Though, I do think flames are really funny and encourage me to write more and more funny things that make no sense and tell you nothing about me. If there is anyone who likes this and would like me to continue this story please review and get people to review. I will not write until I get at least five positive reviews. I don't care if they're all from the same person, as long as they're all different. I have the rest of the story thought out, but I will relieve people of the pain of my writing if enough people please. All I can say right now is that though this chapter sucks, I actually like my notes at the top. My next ones really funny ( Well at least one of my friends thinks so, and if this friend is reading this "HI"). Yeah and I know it's short but I wanted it to end with the "..."
Shoulder Angel and Devil: Thank You. (well, at least Shoulder Angel)
Shoulder Angel: Legolas is such a sweet little elf: Young, caring, and one with nature...
Shoulder Devil: OK? Little? Young? He's like six feet tall and 2931years old! Yeah, caring and maybe a little too much with the being one with nature. I mean he walks into Gondor after a war (I think) with Gimli, and while Gimli is like "The place has a nice stone structure..." Legolas is like (in a girly voice) "I think this place needs more beautiful gardens and flowers." EWW!!
Shoulder Angel: ...and he's such a brave and valiant warrior...
Shoulder Devil: OK, I have five words for you, and I quote "Ai! A balrog! A balrog!" sounds awfully brave and valiant to me.
Shoulder Angel: ... he's sensitive.
Shoulder Devil: Yeah! A little too sensitive. I mean remember when they were in Lothlorien and the hobbits and Gimli ask what the elves are singing and he's just like I cannot say. For me the sorrow is still too near. Woohoohoo! I end here.
Shoulder Angel: (speechless)
My shoulder devil actually has a point. I mean, she makes very good reference to the book unlike the angel.
Okay. I'm sorry if I offended anyone, I mean I love Legolas and everything, but he's really girly and seems to be having a really close relationship with Gimli. But at the same time, I must defend him with the time when the Rohirrum surrounded him, Gimli, and Aragorn, and he does this super fast thing with his arrow and is like You will die before you strike.
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Okay this is my first story so be nice on the reviews. I'm really sorry for all the spelling mistakes that make reference to the places and people of JRR Tolkien's work, and all other stupid mistakes. I don't really love to write, I just have this story that I made up that I like and just thought it would be fun to write. Almost all places and events, and most of the characters are based on the work of the wonderful JRR Tolkien (of who I've even done a report on because I love his books so much).
***
"Legolas! Come! Our guest will be here soon and you still have to change into nicer clothes."
"Yes mother, I've heard thee a million times, but if this guest is such a close friend of mine as you say, he will not mind what I am dressed in."
"Well, if you have heard me a million times, you would have remembered that this friend of yours is a maiden, not a he."
"A female! I have no such friend, but in that case, I will go change."
"Hmph! When will he ever learn that he is a prince and that he should act it around everyone, not just girls!"
***
Do they even remember me? I have not seen them in decades. What if they don't like me? Not even the elves that know me like because I am so different. Does Legolas remember who I am? I mean we were best of friends, but we were children then. I must pull myself together. I must think clearly now, but it has been so hard since the attack of the orcs... since the lost of my entire family. What if they do not like me, I will have nowhere to go. I will have to sort things out later. I have arrived in Mirkwood.
***
"Your majesties. The maiden Admora has arrived." Announced the guard as Admora entered. She was nervous, but was at once soothed by the sight of her old friend Legolas. He had not changed a bit. He still always dressed up in his best clothes when she, or any other girl, arrived. His hair was still blonde, though a bit longer and his eyes were still blue as the sea, calm at one moment, yet piercing at the another. Her fears, though, were reassured when the servants of the household beheld her and turned away laughing and with shocked looks. She knew it would happen. She was different from the other elves; cursed. Her mother had been a mortal, a descendant from men; her father an elf, an immortal, the eldest and wisest of all creatures. Both were fair to those of their own race, but Admora was an outcast. To men, she was an elf. A creature of which all men hate because they "took away the immortality of men." To an elf, she was a descendant of men; imperfect, dirty, and crude. She had the beauties of both races: long dark hair and tanned skin from her mother, and the tall, slender elegance of an elf from her father. She had the love of nature, yet also the adventurous mind of humans. She was an elf in every way, but her looks and the way she slept. She had a keen sense of sight and hearing, had a beautiful voice, could walk on snow, and do everything as an elf could, but she could no sleep like them. She slept as men did. Hers eyes closed and her mind controlling itself sending her dreams of being normal and nightmares of the night the orcs killed everyone... everyone but her.
"Welcome to our home Admora. You are welcomed here as long as you may need" announced King Thranduil.
"Thank you your majesties. I am in your debt for all the kindness you have bestowed upon me" replied Admora as she bowed.
"No need to be so formal my young lady. You may call us your aunt and uncle if you please, but do not call us your majesties"
"It will be done as you please."
"Legolas, come and show Admora to her room. You will be able to catch up with her too. Legolas...Legolas! Did you hear me? Are you asleep?"
***
Who is she? She's so familiar. Wait... I think someone is trying to reach me from outside of my mind. Yeah it's my mom.
"No mother! I was just reliving my memories... remembering the times Admora and I had as children." Legolas half-lied. He did not remember who she was, but was awed by her. She was different, yet the same as he was. He looked at her, smiled, and winked.
"Well mister, I believe that is what we elves call sleeping isn't it? I mean we are not human you know. Now take Admora to her room."
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"You don't remember me do you?" questioned Admora as she and Legolas came to her room.
"What makes you say that?" answered Legolas.
"Well remembering how you were as a child, you smirk when you're lying and your ears wiggle."
"They do not! Hmph! Now I remember who you are!"
"No you do not. Your ears are wiggling again."
"Yes I do! Your that annoying little girl from... from... my childhood"
"Oh very nice. You actually remember me. By the way, which little girl was I? The one drooling all over you? The one who always wanted you to play with me? Or maybe I'm the one you begged to play with and maybe I'm the one who used to be your best friend! The last one sounds right, but you don't seem to remember do you?! You haven't changed a bit. Still the forgetful, adventurous, and girl seeker you always were."
It hit him. Legolas now remembered. How could he have forgotten Admora?
"It's you!"
"About time. Just needed to add some insults to jog your memory." She smiled. She couldn't help it. He had remembered her...Legolas was back... The Legolas whom she loved to be with... The Legolas whom she loved...
When they had reached Admora's room, they talked for hours. She told him of why she was now living with him and his parents. He told her of everything that had happened, and she told him of the night... the night when orcs attacked her house... the night when her life changed... the night her parents were killed...
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OK be nice and review. Also I accept Flames, but if its because of the half-elven thing, don't you dare write a flame on that until I finish writing this story and you read it all. If you want to write a flame because of that, please go to chapter 8 a/n after you have written a flame to see what I think of it. Though, I do think flames are really funny and encourage me to write more and more funny things that make no sense and tell you nothing about me. If there is anyone who likes this and would like me to continue this story please review and get people to review. I will not write until I get at least five positive reviews. I don't care if they're all from the same person, as long as they're all different. I have the rest of the story thought out, but I will relieve people of the pain of my writing if enough people please. All I can say right now is that though this chapter sucks, I actually like my notes at the top. My next ones really funny ( Well at least one of my friends thinks so, and if this friend is reading this "HI"). Yeah and I know it's short but I wanted it to end with the "..."