Disclaimer: I don't own anything from the Lord Of The Rings series. I'm
just a fan of LOTR who loves to make up stories. However, I do own the
character Briella.
A/N: I was kinda bored and this is sort of a think it up as I go story. Enjoy!
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Prologue Set centuries before the Fellowship is formed. (Think flashback, the rest of the chapters will be set after the LOTR series)
Two young elven-children run along the woods, laughing. Both Mirkwood children, with sunshine-gold hair. One a girl, the other a boy. The children had jeweled eyes, the little girl with bright light-emerald eyes, and the young boy with sapphire eyes. Two best friends, enjoying the forests of Mirkwood, playing harmlessly in harmony with nature, as elves should. The girl went by the name of Briella Autumn. The boy, the young prince of Mirkwood, went by the name of Legolas Greenleaf. Kindred souls, destined to be friends forever.
Briella, daughter of Bruinen, was a mischievous little elven-child. She was always full of ideas and humor. When she laughed, her eyes sparkled. Her face was round and rosy. She was known as Briella, the chubby little bundle of giggles. She was the sweetest, and kindest of all the elven- children.
Legolas, son of Thranduil, the King of the Elves of Northern Mirkwood, was also known to cause a little mischief. He loved to play in the woods, for he, like most elves, felt a strong bond with nature. He loved his toy bow and arrow, he used it every day. He was known as the future hunter and ladies man of Mirkwood. He was always said to be the handsomest elven- child in the land.
The two children ran through the woods, giggling madly. As usual, Legolas carried his toy boy and arrow. They stopped and Briella spoke up.
"Let's play hunt! I'll be the beast and you can hunt and capture me!"
Legolas smiled. Hunt was his favorite game to play with Briella. He nodded and turned to face a tree. He started to count as Briella ran away to hide. It was a heightened game of 'hide and seek', seeing as elves have excellent hearing and sight, but also move swiftly and silently. Legolas set off to search for his beast. He kept his bow raised with a harmless arrow, the end blunted to softness. He walked around for a minute or two, paying attention to every tree branch and bush. Every time he heard a crunch or snap, he would react immediately, but it often turned out to be just an animal, or nothing at all. Then, by some sort of reflex to nothing, he pointed his arrow upwards into a tree and fired. An almost silent sound, followed by a giggle, told him that he had hit his target. Briella jumped down from the tree, holding Legolas' arrow in her hand.
"Right in the chest. How do you do it Legolas? It's weird, how did you know I was there? I didn't make a single sound."
Legolas smiled.
"My little secret."
Briella laughed and hit his arm. They began to walk back to the elven- village where both of there families lived. Legolas plucked some autumn leaves from Briella's bushy blonde hair.
"Briella, do you think that in a few hundred years, we'll still be friends?"
She looked surprised.
"What? Of course, Legolas! You're my best buddy! We have to stay friends!"
They both smiled. They linked their index fingers and smiled.
"Mellonor Ten'oio" [Friends Forever]
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(Many centuries later, when Legolas is summoned to the Council of Elrond in Rivendell)
Legolas walked down the stairs of Mirkwood Hall. He was prepared to leave. A familiar chubby face ran up to him. He smiled.
"Briella, I'll come to see you as soon as I return, I promise."
Briella pushed some bushy blonde hair out of her face. She smiled.
"Speak into the wind, and I will hear you. Speak of coming back, where you are, anything. Just talk into the wind, I will listen."
"I will. Goodbye Briella."
"Vesta [promise], Legolas?"
She held out her forefinger. Legolas laughed. It had been some time since they had promised something to each other using their old way. He linked his finger with hers.
"I promise. Goodbye, my friend."
Briella knew that she and Legolas were just good friends, and she enjoyed that. She could not, however, calm the voice that spoke to her from inside, telling her that she loved him. He had certainly grown up into his reputation as a good-looking elf; he was without a doubt the best-looking elven-man in the land of Mirkwood. She shook her head and sighed as he rode away on his horse, out the gates of Mirkwood. There were many elven- women that Legolas had related with in her land. All of whom were much more beautiful than she. She, Briella, the chubby, bushy haired, figureless, sweet elf. She knew he could never love her in that way. She knew that Legolas enjoyed elven-women with beautiful hair, beautiful bodies and a charming personality. She only had one of three. She knew that he could never love her.
She watched as he rode out of her enhanced elven sight, and a tear slipped down her cheek, but she was not sad enough, for she did not know that he would be gone for much longer than anyone in Mirkwood expected.
"Cormamin niuve tenna' ta elea lle au', Legolas Greenleaf. Tula n'alaquel rato." [My heart shall weep until it sees thee again, Legolas Greenleaf. Come back soon.]
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A/N: I hope it gets better. Next chapter will be up soon! Please review! But please, no flames!
A/N: I was kinda bored and this is sort of a think it up as I go story. Enjoy!
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Prologue Set centuries before the Fellowship is formed. (Think flashback, the rest of the chapters will be set after the LOTR series)
Two young elven-children run along the woods, laughing. Both Mirkwood children, with sunshine-gold hair. One a girl, the other a boy. The children had jeweled eyes, the little girl with bright light-emerald eyes, and the young boy with sapphire eyes. Two best friends, enjoying the forests of Mirkwood, playing harmlessly in harmony with nature, as elves should. The girl went by the name of Briella Autumn. The boy, the young prince of Mirkwood, went by the name of Legolas Greenleaf. Kindred souls, destined to be friends forever.
Briella, daughter of Bruinen, was a mischievous little elven-child. She was always full of ideas and humor. When she laughed, her eyes sparkled. Her face was round and rosy. She was known as Briella, the chubby little bundle of giggles. She was the sweetest, and kindest of all the elven- children.
Legolas, son of Thranduil, the King of the Elves of Northern Mirkwood, was also known to cause a little mischief. He loved to play in the woods, for he, like most elves, felt a strong bond with nature. He loved his toy bow and arrow, he used it every day. He was known as the future hunter and ladies man of Mirkwood. He was always said to be the handsomest elven- child in the land.
The two children ran through the woods, giggling madly. As usual, Legolas carried his toy boy and arrow. They stopped and Briella spoke up.
"Let's play hunt! I'll be the beast and you can hunt and capture me!"
Legolas smiled. Hunt was his favorite game to play with Briella. He nodded and turned to face a tree. He started to count as Briella ran away to hide. It was a heightened game of 'hide and seek', seeing as elves have excellent hearing and sight, but also move swiftly and silently. Legolas set off to search for his beast. He kept his bow raised with a harmless arrow, the end blunted to softness. He walked around for a minute or two, paying attention to every tree branch and bush. Every time he heard a crunch or snap, he would react immediately, but it often turned out to be just an animal, or nothing at all. Then, by some sort of reflex to nothing, he pointed his arrow upwards into a tree and fired. An almost silent sound, followed by a giggle, told him that he had hit his target. Briella jumped down from the tree, holding Legolas' arrow in her hand.
"Right in the chest. How do you do it Legolas? It's weird, how did you know I was there? I didn't make a single sound."
Legolas smiled.
"My little secret."
Briella laughed and hit his arm. They began to walk back to the elven- village where both of there families lived. Legolas plucked some autumn leaves from Briella's bushy blonde hair.
"Briella, do you think that in a few hundred years, we'll still be friends?"
She looked surprised.
"What? Of course, Legolas! You're my best buddy! We have to stay friends!"
They both smiled. They linked their index fingers and smiled.
"Mellonor Ten'oio" [Friends Forever]
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(Many centuries later, when Legolas is summoned to the Council of Elrond in Rivendell)
Legolas walked down the stairs of Mirkwood Hall. He was prepared to leave. A familiar chubby face ran up to him. He smiled.
"Briella, I'll come to see you as soon as I return, I promise."
Briella pushed some bushy blonde hair out of her face. She smiled.
"Speak into the wind, and I will hear you. Speak of coming back, where you are, anything. Just talk into the wind, I will listen."
"I will. Goodbye Briella."
"Vesta [promise], Legolas?"
She held out her forefinger. Legolas laughed. It had been some time since they had promised something to each other using their old way. He linked his finger with hers.
"I promise. Goodbye, my friend."
Briella knew that she and Legolas were just good friends, and she enjoyed that. She could not, however, calm the voice that spoke to her from inside, telling her that she loved him. He had certainly grown up into his reputation as a good-looking elf; he was without a doubt the best-looking elven-man in the land of Mirkwood. She shook her head and sighed as he rode away on his horse, out the gates of Mirkwood. There were many elven- women that Legolas had related with in her land. All of whom were much more beautiful than she. She, Briella, the chubby, bushy haired, figureless, sweet elf. She knew he could never love her in that way. She knew that Legolas enjoyed elven-women with beautiful hair, beautiful bodies and a charming personality. She only had one of three. She knew that he could never love her.
She watched as he rode out of her enhanced elven sight, and a tear slipped down her cheek, but she was not sad enough, for she did not know that he would be gone for much longer than anyone in Mirkwood expected.
"Cormamin niuve tenna' ta elea lle au', Legolas Greenleaf. Tula n'alaquel rato." [My heart shall weep until it sees thee again, Legolas Greenleaf. Come back soon.]
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A/N: I hope it gets better. Next chapter will be up soon! Please review! But please, no flames!