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.
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Chapter 1
Legolas trotted slowly on his horse back to the land of Mirkwood. He sighed as his eyes caught the familiar color of the trees around him. Everything was finally going to be back to normal, and Legolas just wanted to return to a peaceful life in Mirkwood. Sure, what he had gone through had been an adventure, and he had made some very nice friends, but still nothing at all could ever compare to the peacefulness of his homeland. He wondered how his family and friends were doing. He had heard that all of the Mirkwood elves had remained safe during the dark times, and he had received several messages claiming it to be true. After the shadow over Middle-earth had passed, Legolas had stayed in Rivendell for many years to straighten things out in the lands.
He turned right on the path he was on, and couldn't help smiling when he reached the gates of Mirkwood. He was finally home. He rode in, taking in every small sight, the rivers, the beautiful architecture of his people and the scenery around him. He reached Mirkwood Hall and leapt off of his horse.
"Legolas, my son."
His father walked slowly down the stairs. Legolas bowed his head.
"Father. I am happy to be home."
"I am sure you have many of stories to tell. Come, we shall have a grand ball, tomorrow night, in honor of your return. We have many elven-ladies ready to meet you, all very lovely ladies. I shall go make the arrangements. Go now to your old resting room, go rest, for you have been away for too long."
Legolas hugged his father and headed up three flights of stairs to his room. He opened the door and looked around. Nothing had changed. It looked the same as when he had left. He headed over to his gold-framed mirror and peered into it. Over the long journey, he hadn't changed much. He still had his long, shiny blonde hair, and the same blue eyes. His body had become more resistant to pain, and a little leaner than before, because of all the traveling. He turned away from his reflection and clenched his fists. He did not want to have a ball. He absolutely detested them, and he also detested the superficial elven-ladies who only pretended to be interested in him for his royalty and looks. Balls were always swarming with them, and they were only part of the reason that Legolas hated grand balls. He also hated the formality, he'd always prefer to be riding on his horse, or hunting in the forest. He walked out to his balcony, overlooking the vast forests of Mirkwood. He could tell that very many winters had passed while he was away. After the quest, he had spent a century or two in Rivendell, clearing up business. He looked down at the village. Nothing much had changed. The large, crystal fountain still stood in the very middle. The water pouring from it was as crystal-clear as the fountain itself. Legolas watched as an elven-woman approached the fountain and filled up her water-jug. Legolas watched absent-mindedly. The woman was draped in a pale violet elven robe. Legolas had never seen that color on an elven-woman before, in Mirkwood or Rivendell. His stare was interrupted by his father's voice.
"Legolas, come now, we have much to discuss, and even though everyone already knows of the adventures you had with a man and a dwarf, I am sure you have much else to tell."
Legolas faked a smile and followed his father down to the sitting room. He sat in the red chair that he always used to love as a boy. His father paced around the room.
"Your arrival will be a grand surprise to everyone in Mirkwood, and will be a very joyous occasion . . ."
"Father, I thought you wanted to discuss my absence."
"Well . . ."
"Father, you know how I do not like planning, attending or hosting grand balls. If you brought me down here to plan the ball, I'll give you the same answers as always. Light - dim. Décor - crystal and white roses. Room - third ballroom. Happy? I'd think you'd know what my options are, I choose them every time you force me into a ball like this."
His father shook his head.
"Legolas, this ball celebrates your return. You may even possibly find your life mate tomorrow night. Please, Legolas. Don't fuss again."
Legolas stood up and left the room without another word. He grabbed his bow and made sure his quiver was full. He left and headed towards the forest. Many different thoughts poisoned his mind. He could just not show up to the ball, but the villagers would frown upon that. He could go and just painfully work through it, and that's what he was used to. He could even go and try to have a good time, but he had tried that before, and it did not work well, for he had been on the edge of insanity by the first song.
Suddenly, Legolas had an impulse, and whipped out an arrow and shot through a bush. Another arrow met his. Two arrows collided tip-to-tip in mid-air, falling quickly after impact. Legolas quickly took out another arrow and edged carefully towards the bush. Something emerged from the bush, holding a bow and arrow as well. The arrow was pointed directly at his neck. He noticed right away the color of her robes. It was the woman he had seen from his balcony. The elven-woman in violet. He narrowed his eyebrows and kept his arrow pointed at her. She lowered her bow.
"Oh, it's you. Welcome back, your highness."
She said this with sarcasm, and stalked away from him. Legolas grabbed her by the arm.
"Fair maiden, why do you walk away?"
She pulled her arm away and kept walking.
"Maiden, do not walk away!"
Legolas caught up with her.
"Why do you turn your back on me?"
The girl closed her eyes and raised her bow again. She turned around and drew back her arrow.
"You want to speak to me, Prince Legolas? Go ahead, speak."
She advanced on him, stepping slowly. He could not help but gaze at this maiden's beauty. Her golden hair swam straight down her back, and her green eyes were as clear as water. He gazed down, and felt blessed to be in the presence of such a beautiful elf-maiden. The only thing wrong with this picture was that she had him at death's throat.
"Why do you raise a weapon at me? Elven-maidens are not supposed to be trained with such defenses."
The maiden narrowed her eyes, and lowered her bow. She shook her head.
"I enjoyed hunting as a child."
"I see. Will you be attending my ball tomorrow night? If you have not yet reveived an invitation, I issue you one now."
"I will attend your ball tomorrow night, but only because of my loyalty to my kingdom. You, Prince, are no more in my eyes, than an orc."
Legolas was confused by her answer. She had not answered any of his questions very clearly. The girl turned on her heel and walked away. Legolas quickly caught up with her, walking swiftly beside her.
"Why do you flee from me? And why do you say that I am such a villain as an orc?"
The elf kept her eyes focused on her path, and did not move her lips.
"Answer me, fair maiden."
The elf came to a halt and closed her eyes.
"Please just leave me be, Legolas."
"Just answer my questions."
She bit her lower lip. A tear slipped from behind her eyelid and slid down her cheek. She wiped it away.
"What is wrong?"
The maiden started walking away again. Legolas grabbed her arm.
"Please, just tell me."
She wrenched her arm away and ran back to the village leaving Legolas standing alone in the woods, very confused.
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A/N: Hope you liked it! I wonder who the girl could be. wow, real brain- buster there, hahaha. Anyway, please R/R and I will post the next chapter as soon as I can!
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Chapter 1
Legolas trotted slowly on his horse back to the land of Mirkwood. He sighed as his eyes caught the familiar color of the trees around him. Everything was finally going to be back to normal, and Legolas just wanted to return to a peaceful life in Mirkwood. Sure, what he had gone through had been an adventure, and he had made some very nice friends, but still nothing at all could ever compare to the peacefulness of his homeland. He wondered how his family and friends were doing. He had heard that all of the Mirkwood elves had remained safe during the dark times, and he had received several messages claiming it to be true. After the shadow over Middle-earth had passed, Legolas had stayed in Rivendell for many years to straighten things out in the lands.
He turned right on the path he was on, and couldn't help smiling when he reached the gates of Mirkwood. He was finally home. He rode in, taking in every small sight, the rivers, the beautiful architecture of his people and the scenery around him. He reached Mirkwood Hall and leapt off of his horse.
"Legolas, my son."
His father walked slowly down the stairs. Legolas bowed his head.
"Father. I am happy to be home."
"I am sure you have many of stories to tell. Come, we shall have a grand ball, tomorrow night, in honor of your return. We have many elven-ladies ready to meet you, all very lovely ladies. I shall go make the arrangements. Go now to your old resting room, go rest, for you have been away for too long."
Legolas hugged his father and headed up three flights of stairs to his room. He opened the door and looked around. Nothing had changed. It looked the same as when he had left. He headed over to his gold-framed mirror and peered into it. Over the long journey, he hadn't changed much. He still had his long, shiny blonde hair, and the same blue eyes. His body had become more resistant to pain, and a little leaner than before, because of all the traveling. He turned away from his reflection and clenched his fists. He did not want to have a ball. He absolutely detested them, and he also detested the superficial elven-ladies who only pretended to be interested in him for his royalty and looks. Balls were always swarming with them, and they were only part of the reason that Legolas hated grand balls. He also hated the formality, he'd always prefer to be riding on his horse, or hunting in the forest. He walked out to his balcony, overlooking the vast forests of Mirkwood. He could tell that very many winters had passed while he was away. After the quest, he had spent a century or two in Rivendell, clearing up business. He looked down at the village. Nothing much had changed. The large, crystal fountain still stood in the very middle. The water pouring from it was as crystal-clear as the fountain itself. Legolas watched as an elven-woman approached the fountain and filled up her water-jug. Legolas watched absent-mindedly. The woman was draped in a pale violet elven robe. Legolas had never seen that color on an elven-woman before, in Mirkwood or Rivendell. His stare was interrupted by his father's voice.
"Legolas, come now, we have much to discuss, and even though everyone already knows of the adventures you had with a man and a dwarf, I am sure you have much else to tell."
Legolas faked a smile and followed his father down to the sitting room. He sat in the red chair that he always used to love as a boy. His father paced around the room.
"Your arrival will be a grand surprise to everyone in Mirkwood, and will be a very joyous occasion . . ."
"Father, I thought you wanted to discuss my absence."
"Well . . ."
"Father, you know how I do not like planning, attending or hosting grand balls. If you brought me down here to plan the ball, I'll give you the same answers as always. Light - dim. Décor - crystal and white roses. Room - third ballroom. Happy? I'd think you'd know what my options are, I choose them every time you force me into a ball like this."
His father shook his head.
"Legolas, this ball celebrates your return. You may even possibly find your life mate tomorrow night. Please, Legolas. Don't fuss again."
Legolas stood up and left the room without another word. He grabbed his bow and made sure his quiver was full. He left and headed towards the forest. Many different thoughts poisoned his mind. He could just not show up to the ball, but the villagers would frown upon that. He could go and just painfully work through it, and that's what he was used to. He could even go and try to have a good time, but he had tried that before, and it did not work well, for he had been on the edge of insanity by the first song.
Suddenly, Legolas had an impulse, and whipped out an arrow and shot through a bush. Another arrow met his. Two arrows collided tip-to-tip in mid-air, falling quickly after impact. Legolas quickly took out another arrow and edged carefully towards the bush. Something emerged from the bush, holding a bow and arrow as well. The arrow was pointed directly at his neck. He noticed right away the color of her robes. It was the woman he had seen from his balcony. The elven-woman in violet. He narrowed his eyebrows and kept his arrow pointed at her. She lowered her bow.
"Oh, it's you. Welcome back, your highness."
She said this with sarcasm, and stalked away from him. Legolas grabbed her by the arm.
"Fair maiden, why do you walk away?"
She pulled her arm away and kept walking.
"Maiden, do not walk away!"
Legolas caught up with her.
"Why do you turn your back on me?"
The girl closed her eyes and raised her bow again. She turned around and drew back her arrow.
"You want to speak to me, Prince Legolas? Go ahead, speak."
She advanced on him, stepping slowly. He could not help but gaze at this maiden's beauty. Her golden hair swam straight down her back, and her green eyes were as clear as water. He gazed down, and felt blessed to be in the presence of such a beautiful elf-maiden. The only thing wrong with this picture was that she had him at death's throat.
"Why do you raise a weapon at me? Elven-maidens are not supposed to be trained with such defenses."
The maiden narrowed her eyes, and lowered her bow. She shook her head.
"I enjoyed hunting as a child."
"I see. Will you be attending my ball tomorrow night? If you have not yet reveived an invitation, I issue you one now."
"I will attend your ball tomorrow night, but only because of my loyalty to my kingdom. You, Prince, are no more in my eyes, than an orc."
Legolas was confused by her answer. She had not answered any of his questions very clearly. The girl turned on her heel and walked away. Legolas quickly caught up with her, walking swiftly beside her.
"Why do you flee from me? And why do you say that I am such a villain as an orc?"
The elf kept her eyes focused on her path, and did not move her lips.
"Answer me, fair maiden."
The elf came to a halt and closed her eyes.
"Please just leave me be, Legolas."
"Just answer my questions."
She bit her lower lip. A tear slipped from behind her eyelid and slid down her cheek. She wiped it away.
"What is wrong?"
The maiden started walking away again. Legolas grabbed her arm.
"Please, just tell me."
She wrenched her arm away and ran back to the village leaving Legolas standing alone in the woods, very confused.
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A/N: Hope you liked it! I wonder who the girl could be. wow, real brain- buster there, hahaha. Anyway, please R/R and I will post the next chapter as soon as I can!