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: Here we go with another chapter! Woo!
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Chapter 4
Legolas sat down in his armchair. He was still shocked that he had argued with his father. That had never happened before. He and his father had always been very close, and very understanding of one another. Legolas's beliefs had changed, yes, but he knew that his fate was ruling over Mirkwood, whether he liked it or not.
Legolas sat and thought about this for a long time. It was afternoon when he finally stood up, and to please his father, decided to choose his attire. He finally decided to wear his beautiful silver tunic, given to him by the elves of Lórien while he was traveling with the fellowship. It had a tremendous amount of value to him. He treasured it dearly. Of course, after he had worn it in Lórien, he had not taken it with him, but during his retreat back to Rivendell after the war, he paid a visit to Lórien and they presented the tunic to him as a gift of thanks.
Legolas stayed in his room the entire afternoon, pacing and dreading the ball. Finally, evening rolled around, and two elves knocked on his door, telling him that the ball would begin very soon, and that guests were soon going to arrive. He sighed. He placed on his head the symbol of his royalty. His silver mithril band.
"Well, here goes nothing."
Legolas opened his door to find the two elves still standing right outside. They escorted him down to the third ballroom. It was decorated beautifully. Thranduil was the only other in the room.
"Father, I am sorry. I should not have said what I said."
"It is alright, Legolas. You were only speaking your mind, and whether it be good or bad, it is still what you believe, and I have to respect that."
"Thank you father."
Thranduil placed a hand on his son's shoulder. The door to the ballroom opened and an elf dressed in elegant garments entered.
"The guests are beginning to arrive, your highness."
Thranduil smiled. He patted Legolas on the back and motioned for him to go sit next to the high chair. He left to greet the guests. Legolas walked slowly to the chair next to his father's and sat down. He forced a small smile.
Slowly, elves from across Mirkwood trickled into the ballroom. Legolas scanned the crowd for Briella, but could not spot her anywhere. He sat back and squirmed in his seat. This was going to be a long night.
Thranduil soon returned, for he had given the duty of greeting to one of his guards. He sat in his high chair, and turned to face Legolas.
"Get up my boy! Socialize! Go, be merry and have fun!"
Legolas rolled his eyes and stood up, he walked into the crowd of elves, but never held eye contact with many and avoided conversation.
A voice with the tone of bells sounded from behind him.
"Prince Legolas!"
He turned around. There stood one of the most beautiful elves he had ever seen. She had piercing gray eyes and beautiful long, wavy, chestnut hair. She was dressed slightly scantily for an elven maiden at a royal ball but it did catch his attention. The neck of her dress was cut very low indeed; low enough to make even the sternest of elves flinch. Her arms were bare save a few bracelets. She bowed.
"Prince Legolas, I am Alatáriël Telemmaitë, daughter of Elerossë. I am pleased to finally meet you."
"The pleasure is all mine, fair maiden."
He kissed her hand. She blushed crimson red. She took his hand.
"It is quite warm here, don't you think?"
"I suppose so."
"Would you like to join me on the balcony for a breath of fresh air?"
"Now that you mention it, it is quite stuffy in here. Yes, I would love some fresh air."
Alatáriël led him through the crowd to the doors of the balcony. Legolas scanned the crowd one last time for Briella, and there was no sign of her. They stepped out into the cool evening air, the sky was dark blue and the stars were just beginning to appear.
"Wow, the forest looks beautiful from here, doesn't it, Legolas?"
Legolas placed his hands on the railing and gazed out at his beloved forest.
"Yes, it does, but the beauty lies within the forest. The trees are the most beautiful in the deep places of the woods."
Alatáriël placed her hand over his. Legolas flinched a little.
"What's wrong, your highness?"
"Nothing, nothing at all."
"You seem distracted by something, are you all right?"
Legolas peered into the ballroom and still could not see Briella.
"Yes, I'm fine."
"You seem very tense, even for a prince."
Legolas laughed. She placed her hands on his shoulders. He recoiled slightly.
"Are you sure nothing is wrong?"
With one last glimpse into the ballroom with no sight of Briella, he relaxed.
"I am positive."
"Alright. Wow, I cannot believe that I am standing here with prince Legolas. This is a great honor."
"It is not an honor. I am just a regular elf like any of the others in that ballroom. That is what people do not see, I am judged by my status, nothing else."
Alatáriël moved closer to him.
"That must be terrible."
"Well, I've gotten used to it, but it makes for a lonely life."
She put her hands on his shoulders.
"I can imagine."
"Well, this is my path, and I am doomed to follow it."
Alatáriël nodded. She leaned closer.
"Alatáriël . . ."
"Shh. . ."
She closed her lips onto his.
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A/N: GASP! Didn't see that coming! R/R and I will continue to write and post! Come on, the more reviews I get the more motivated I am to post! I have chapter 5 written and ready to post, I just need to know if anybody wants it or not ;)
A/N: Here we go with another chapter! Woo!
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Chapter 4
Legolas sat down in his armchair. He was still shocked that he had argued with his father. That had never happened before. He and his father had always been very close, and very understanding of one another. Legolas's beliefs had changed, yes, but he knew that his fate was ruling over Mirkwood, whether he liked it or not.
Legolas sat and thought about this for a long time. It was afternoon when he finally stood up, and to please his father, decided to choose his attire. He finally decided to wear his beautiful silver tunic, given to him by the elves of Lórien while he was traveling with the fellowship. It had a tremendous amount of value to him. He treasured it dearly. Of course, after he had worn it in Lórien, he had not taken it with him, but during his retreat back to Rivendell after the war, he paid a visit to Lórien and they presented the tunic to him as a gift of thanks.
Legolas stayed in his room the entire afternoon, pacing and dreading the ball. Finally, evening rolled around, and two elves knocked on his door, telling him that the ball would begin very soon, and that guests were soon going to arrive. He sighed. He placed on his head the symbol of his royalty. His silver mithril band.
"Well, here goes nothing."
Legolas opened his door to find the two elves still standing right outside. They escorted him down to the third ballroom. It was decorated beautifully. Thranduil was the only other in the room.
"Father, I am sorry. I should not have said what I said."
"It is alright, Legolas. You were only speaking your mind, and whether it be good or bad, it is still what you believe, and I have to respect that."
"Thank you father."
Thranduil placed a hand on his son's shoulder. The door to the ballroom opened and an elf dressed in elegant garments entered.
"The guests are beginning to arrive, your highness."
Thranduil smiled. He patted Legolas on the back and motioned for him to go sit next to the high chair. He left to greet the guests. Legolas walked slowly to the chair next to his father's and sat down. He forced a small smile.
Slowly, elves from across Mirkwood trickled into the ballroom. Legolas scanned the crowd for Briella, but could not spot her anywhere. He sat back and squirmed in his seat. This was going to be a long night.
Thranduil soon returned, for he had given the duty of greeting to one of his guards. He sat in his high chair, and turned to face Legolas.
"Get up my boy! Socialize! Go, be merry and have fun!"
Legolas rolled his eyes and stood up, he walked into the crowd of elves, but never held eye contact with many and avoided conversation.
A voice with the tone of bells sounded from behind him.
"Prince Legolas!"
He turned around. There stood one of the most beautiful elves he had ever seen. She had piercing gray eyes and beautiful long, wavy, chestnut hair. She was dressed slightly scantily for an elven maiden at a royal ball but it did catch his attention. The neck of her dress was cut very low indeed; low enough to make even the sternest of elves flinch. Her arms were bare save a few bracelets. She bowed.
"Prince Legolas, I am Alatáriël Telemmaitë, daughter of Elerossë. I am pleased to finally meet you."
"The pleasure is all mine, fair maiden."
He kissed her hand. She blushed crimson red. She took his hand.
"It is quite warm here, don't you think?"
"I suppose so."
"Would you like to join me on the balcony for a breath of fresh air?"
"Now that you mention it, it is quite stuffy in here. Yes, I would love some fresh air."
Alatáriël led him through the crowd to the doors of the balcony. Legolas scanned the crowd one last time for Briella, and there was no sign of her. They stepped out into the cool evening air, the sky was dark blue and the stars were just beginning to appear.
"Wow, the forest looks beautiful from here, doesn't it, Legolas?"
Legolas placed his hands on the railing and gazed out at his beloved forest.
"Yes, it does, but the beauty lies within the forest. The trees are the most beautiful in the deep places of the woods."
Alatáriël placed her hand over his. Legolas flinched a little.
"What's wrong, your highness?"
"Nothing, nothing at all."
"You seem distracted by something, are you all right?"
Legolas peered into the ballroom and still could not see Briella.
"Yes, I'm fine."
"You seem very tense, even for a prince."
Legolas laughed. She placed her hands on his shoulders. He recoiled slightly.
"Are you sure nothing is wrong?"
With one last glimpse into the ballroom with no sight of Briella, he relaxed.
"I am positive."
"Alright. Wow, I cannot believe that I am standing here with prince Legolas. This is a great honor."
"It is not an honor. I am just a regular elf like any of the others in that ballroom. That is what people do not see, I am judged by my status, nothing else."
Alatáriël moved closer to him.
"That must be terrible."
"Well, I've gotten used to it, but it makes for a lonely life."
She put her hands on his shoulders.
"I can imagine."
"Well, this is my path, and I am doomed to follow it."
Alatáriël nodded. She leaned closer.
"Alatáriël . . ."
"Shh. . ."
She closed her lips onto his.
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A/N: GASP! Didn't see that coming! R/R and I will continue to write and post! Come on, the more reviews I get the more motivated I am to post! I have chapter 5 written and ready to post, I just need to know if anybody wants it or not ;)