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: A big thanks to my reviewers!
Alyde11 - I'm glad you're so into my story! It's great knowing that people are actually reading and enjoying this!
CityofAngel - Well, you just love to compliment, don't you! Haha, well, thanks for the awesome reviews and I'll try not to let you down!
A/N: There will be a lot of elvish spoken in this chappy, but it will be translated.
|/\|/\|/\|/\|/\|/\|/\|/\|/\|/\|/\|/\|/\|/\|/\|/\|/\|/\|/\|/\|/\|/\|/\|/\|/\| /\|/\|/\|/\|/\|/\|/\|/\|/\|/\|/\|/\|/\|/\|/\|/\|/\|/\|/\|/\|/\|/\|
Chapter 2
Legolas walked straight from the woods to his bedroom. He lay down on his bed and was almost asleep when his father walked in.
"Legolas, I have something for you."
Legolas sat up and stretched.
"Yes, father, what is it?"
Thranduil reached into his robes and pulled out a large black, velvet box.
"What is this?"
Thranduil passed the box to Legolas. He opened it and pulled out a chain made of white gold. The chain was so thin that it was barely there. On it was a jade pendant, carved into a rose.
"What is this for?"
"It is what you give to your future wife. Now, mind you, not for tomorrow night, but for sometime soon. Hopefully you will meet her tomorrow night, but maybe not. We can never be certain."
Thranduil stood up and left the room.
Legolas let out a frustrated sigh and placed the beautiful necklace back into the box and laid it on his bedside table. He lay back once again and drifted off to sleep . . .
~(~)~(~)~(~)~(~)~(~)~(~)~(~)~(~)~(~)~(~)~(~)~(~)~(~)~(~)~(~)~(~)~(~)~(~)~(~) ~(~)~(
Legolas was in the middle of a vast, snow-covered field. Even his elven- vision could not see beyond it. Light snow was falling from thick, gray clouds. Suddenly, a rider cloaked in silver upon a white horse seemed to appear from nowhere. It galloped up to Legolas. He could not see the rider's face, for it was hidden by the silver cloak's hood. The rider spoke in a deep, feminine voice. It was a lady.
"Mellonamin, melamin . . . gothamin." [My friend, my love . . . my foe]
Legolas was confused.
"Lady, who are you and why do you say such things?"
"Vestaio, risaio, Lle naa curucuar, nan' antolle ulua sulrim [Promises, lies, you are a skillful bowman, but much wind pours from your mouth.]
"Why do you say such things? Who are you?"
"Lle wethrine amin, Legolas." [You deceived me, Legolas.]
"What in Middle-Earth are you talking about? Who are you? Lower your hood."
"Manka lle merna." [If you wish.]
The rider lowered her hood, letting thick blonde curls tumble out of the hood. She fixed her gaze on him. Her green eyes seemed to pierce right through him. She bared no expression on her face, just possibly a hint of sadness and anger.
"It's you, from the woods."
"Ar' tuulo' lle wanwie." [And from your past]
"What does that mean?"
The rider stifled a laugh.
"Lle sinta amin?" [Do you know me?]
"I don't believe I do."
The rider smirked and held out her hand.
"Tula sinome." [Come here.]
Legolas inched carefully towards the rider.
"Give me your hand, Legolas."
Legolas let the rider take his hand. She locked her index finger in his.
"Mellonor Ten'oio" [Friends Forever]
She pressed something into his palm, released his hand and rode away. Legolas watched, confused as she rode out of his sight with her blonde hair flowing behind her. He opened his hand; and in his palm was the white-gold necklace, with the jade flower pendant.
~(~)~(~)~(~)~(~)~(~)~(~)~(~)~(~)~(~)~(~)~(~)~(~)~(~)~(~)~(~)~(~)~(~)~(~)~(~) ~(~)~(
Legolas awoke with a start. He was breathing very heavily. He knew that elves do not dream unless it is a message from their past or future. He ran his fingers through his hair. What did that dream mean? And why was the maiden from the woods there, speaking of his past? And why did she link their forefingers the way he used to with . . .
"Briella!?"
|/\|/\|/\|/\|/\|/\|/\|/\|/\|/\|/\|/\|/\|/\|/\|/\|/\|/\|/\|/\|/\|/\|/\|/\|/\| /\|/\|/\|/\|/\|/\|/\|/\|/\|/\|/\|/\|/\|/\|/\|/\|/\|/\|/\|/\|/\|/\|
A/N: Sorry for the short chapter . . . I don't get a lot of time to write . . . sorry if the dream thing confused anyone! Anyway . . . I don't know exactly how long this story will be . . . it's kind of a think it up as I go along thing so bear with me! Please R/R!
A/N: A big thanks to my reviewers!
Alyde11 - I'm glad you're so into my story! It's great knowing that people are actually reading and enjoying this!
CityofAngel - Well, you just love to compliment, don't you! Haha, well, thanks for the awesome reviews and I'll try not to let you down!
A/N: There will be a lot of elvish spoken in this chappy, but it will be translated.
|/\|/\|/\|/\|/\|/\|/\|/\|/\|/\|/\|/\|/\|/\|/\|/\|/\|/\|/\|/\|/\|/\|/\|/\|/\| /\|/\|/\|/\|/\|/\|/\|/\|/\|/\|/\|/\|/\|/\|/\|/\|/\|/\|/\|/\|/\|/\|
Chapter 2
Legolas walked straight from the woods to his bedroom. He lay down on his bed and was almost asleep when his father walked in.
"Legolas, I have something for you."
Legolas sat up and stretched.
"Yes, father, what is it?"
Thranduil reached into his robes and pulled out a large black, velvet box.
"What is this?"
Thranduil passed the box to Legolas. He opened it and pulled out a chain made of white gold. The chain was so thin that it was barely there. On it was a jade pendant, carved into a rose.
"What is this for?"
"It is what you give to your future wife. Now, mind you, not for tomorrow night, but for sometime soon. Hopefully you will meet her tomorrow night, but maybe not. We can never be certain."
Thranduil stood up and left the room.
Legolas let out a frustrated sigh and placed the beautiful necklace back into the box and laid it on his bedside table. He lay back once again and drifted off to sleep . . .
~(~)~(~)~(~)~(~)~(~)~(~)~(~)~(~)~(~)~(~)~(~)~(~)~(~)~(~)~(~)~(~)~(~)~(~)~(~) ~(~)~(
Legolas was in the middle of a vast, snow-covered field. Even his elven- vision could not see beyond it. Light snow was falling from thick, gray clouds. Suddenly, a rider cloaked in silver upon a white horse seemed to appear from nowhere. It galloped up to Legolas. He could not see the rider's face, for it was hidden by the silver cloak's hood. The rider spoke in a deep, feminine voice. It was a lady.
"Mellonamin, melamin . . . gothamin." [My friend, my love . . . my foe]
Legolas was confused.
"Lady, who are you and why do you say such things?"
"Vestaio, risaio, Lle naa curucuar, nan' antolle ulua sulrim [Promises, lies, you are a skillful bowman, but much wind pours from your mouth.]
"Why do you say such things? Who are you?"
"Lle wethrine amin, Legolas." [You deceived me, Legolas.]
"What in Middle-Earth are you talking about? Who are you? Lower your hood."
"Manka lle merna." [If you wish.]
The rider lowered her hood, letting thick blonde curls tumble out of the hood. She fixed her gaze on him. Her green eyes seemed to pierce right through him. She bared no expression on her face, just possibly a hint of sadness and anger.
"It's you, from the woods."
"Ar' tuulo' lle wanwie." [And from your past]
"What does that mean?"
The rider stifled a laugh.
"Lle sinta amin?" [Do you know me?]
"I don't believe I do."
The rider smirked and held out her hand.
"Tula sinome." [Come here.]
Legolas inched carefully towards the rider.
"Give me your hand, Legolas."
Legolas let the rider take his hand. She locked her index finger in his.
"Mellonor Ten'oio" [Friends Forever]
She pressed something into his palm, released his hand and rode away. Legolas watched, confused as she rode out of his sight with her blonde hair flowing behind her. He opened his hand; and in his palm was the white-gold necklace, with the jade flower pendant.
~(~)~(~)~(~)~(~)~(~)~(~)~(~)~(~)~(~)~(~)~(~)~(~)~(~)~(~)~(~)~(~)~(~)~(~)~(~) ~(~)~(
Legolas awoke with a start. He was breathing very heavily. He knew that elves do not dream unless it is a message from their past or future. He ran his fingers through his hair. What did that dream mean? And why was the maiden from the woods there, speaking of his past? And why did she link their forefingers the way he used to with . . .
"Briella!?"
|/\|/\|/\|/\|/\|/\|/\|/\|/\|/\|/\|/\|/\|/\|/\|/\|/\|/\|/\|/\|/\|/\|/\|/\|/\| /\|/\|/\|/\|/\|/\|/\|/\|/\|/\|/\|/\|/\|/\|/\|/\|/\|/\|/\|/\|/\|/\|
A/N: Sorry for the short chapter . . . I don't get a lot of time to write . . . sorry if the dream thing confused anyone! Anyway . . . I don't know exactly how long this story will be . . . it's kind of a think it up as I go along thing so bear with me! Please R/R!