A/N: Yes! A brand spankin' new story by me! Woohoo! LOL! Anyway, this story is about Legolas and an OC after the War of the Ring. I know that many people have written a story with Legolas and an OC, so hopefully this one will be different than one you've seen before.
Disclaimer: Well, much as I'd like to say that I own Legolas, the Lord of the Rings, Mirkwood, and everything in the Ring universe, I must tell the truth. I own nothing except the computer that I write with, and sometimes my brain. So, thanks to Tolkien for writing an amazing story.
A/N: I wonder what would happen if I didn't put that? Would someone actually sue me? I mean, it's OBVIOUS that I am just some screwed up fan who is using Tolkien's masterpiece for her own twisted ways ... so I wonder. But I won't try it. Like I said before, I own nothing. I have no money to pay for lawyers, or any of that crap that goes with a lawsuit. But, hey, if you guys want to sue me, you can sue me for a piece of lint and 13 cents, which is what I have in my pocket at the moment. Okay, I think I'm done babbling now. If you are still reading this, you get congrats, and the privelege of reading my story.
So, here it is.
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The wind rustled through the trees, making it sound as if they were whispering. Indeed, they were speaking to the lone Elven male who walked among them, making his way home from Rivendell. His strong, green eyes observed everything around him, and he listened carefully to the songs of the trees. They told the stories of the fall of Sauron; the outcome of the hobbits who bravely brought the ring to it's demise. They told of the odd band of travelers; the king of Gondor, the Dwarf, and the Elf, all bravely fighting to save two other hobbits. They told the story of the end to the greatest evil that Middle Earth had ever seen. His blond hair was flowing down his back, and the braids that were tied around his head held the hair in place, to keep it from flowing into his eyes.
The Elven male was going home. Finally, to be home. After the long treks through the entirity of Middle Earth; after the tiring battles among Orcs, where friends died while he lived; after the sorrowful goodbye of his unlikely companion, a Dwarf; he was finally going home.
Mirkwood. The name alone held joy for the Prince. He walked tall, and proud, as he heard the trees praising the Fellowship, with the Prince of Mirkwood's name among the nine who had began. Legolas could not help but feel that he was among friends with the trees; his brothers in nature.
As he walked alone, listening to the whispers, he began to drop his guard. He was no longer searching desperately through the dim sunlight filtering through the trees, in order to find enemies that were not there. He was no longer pricking his ears at the slightest sound; jumping at the slightest whistle. He was becoming at ease with the forest. This was his homeland. He would be to Mirkwood in no time.
A breaking branch snapped him back into his guarded mode. He spun around, expecting an unknown enemy. What he saw was not what he expected.
"Lindantë vanyavë, ve Eldar lindar*," the Elven maiden said softly to him as he stared at her. He didn't recognize her, but she must have been a Mirkwood Elf, for he was now on the sacred lands of the Mirkwood. He cocked his head to one side, and replied in the Common Tongue. "Yes, they do. May I ask who you are?"
The Elven maiden laughed, and her sweet voice echoed through the trees. "You may ask, Prince Legolas. My name is Aimien." She stepped closer, and was illuminated by a stream of sunlight coming through the tops of the trees. Her dark blonde hair reached past her shoulders, and was held from her face by a flower garland. Her blue eyes sparkled in the sunlight, and she was very close to the same height as the Elven Prince. Legolas found himself wondering if there was more to her than met the eye.
"Are you from Mirkwood?" was Legolas' next question. He couldn't accept the fact that he wouldn't recognize one of the Mirkwood Elves. Aimien nodded and smiled. "I am here to show you to your father," she said. Legolas was a proud Elf, and he was insulted by this comment.
"I know the way to my own home, Aimien," he replied, trying to maintain his cool.
Aimien laughed again, and commented, "Well, then, would you mind if I walked with you? It is such a beautiful day." Legolas felt his temper subside, and he smiled as a way of showing her that he wasn't angered. "Of course, if you'd like to walk with me, you may." Inwardly, he felt a little annoyance at his solitude being interrupted, but he decided that he could live with it.
As they walked, Legolas realized that Aimien had tricked him without even realizing it. She was showing him the way to his father's house, but she had done so in such a way that his pride was not harmed. He slowed enough that he was behind her, and he stared interestedly at the back of her head. Who is this woman who is so beautiful; so kind; that she would not damage my pride? he thought to himself.
They reached Mirkwood without a problem, and a young Elven boy ran up to the Prince, to tell him that his father had summoned him. Legolas turned to Aimien, and said courteously, "Thank you for keeping me company. If you would be so kind as to join me for dinner tonight, I would very much appreciate it." He realized that this was quite a formal speech, and wished that he had made it more personal, but Aimien accepted with another winning smile. "I would love to dine with you."
Legolas smiled as she walked off, and the smile didn't come off his face as he strolled into the room of his father, Thranduil. He was looking forward to a nice feast, with a beautiful Elf.
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A/N: Hope you liked the first chapter. I will update soon. Please review.
*"Lindantë vanyavë, ve Eldar lindar" means "They sing beautifully, like the Elves sing." This is a loose translation, and the Elvish is Quenya.
Disclaimer: Well, much as I'd like to say that I own Legolas, the Lord of the Rings, Mirkwood, and everything in the Ring universe, I must tell the truth. I own nothing except the computer that I write with, and sometimes my brain. So, thanks to Tolkien for writing an amazing story.
A/N: I wonder what would happen if I didn't put that? Would someone actually sue me? I mean, it's OBVIOUS that I am just some screwed up fan who is using Tolkien's masterpiece for her own twisted ways ... so I wonder. But I won't try it. Like I said before, I own nothing. I have no money to pay for lawyers, or any of that crap that goes with a lawsuit. But, hey, if you guys want to sue me, you can sue me for a piece of lint and 13 cents, which is what I have in my pocket at the moment. Okay, I think I'm done babbling now. If you are still reading this, you get congrats, and the privelege of reading my story.
So, here it is.
~*~*~*~
The wind rustled through the trees, making it sound as if they were whispering. Indeed, they were speaking to the lone Elven male who walked among them, making his way home from Rivendell. His strong, green eyes observed everything around him, and he listened carefully to the songs of the trees. They told the stories of the fall of Sauron; the outcome of the hobbits who bravely brought the ring to it's demise. They told of the odd band of travelers; the king of Gondor, the Dwarf, and the Elf, all bravely fighting to save two other hobbits. They told the story of the end to the greatest evil that Middle Earth had ever seen. His blond hair was flowing down his back, and the braids that were tied around his head held the hair in place, to keep it from flowing into his eyes.
The Elven male was going home. Finally, to be home. After the long treks through the entirity of Middle Earth; after the tiring battles among Orcs, where friends died while he lived; after the sorrowful goodbye of his unlikely companion, a Dwarf; he was finally going home.
Mirkwood. The name alone held joy for the Prince. He walked tall, and proud, as he heard the trees praising the Fellowship, with the Prince of Mirkwood's name among the nine who had began. Legolas could not help but feel that he was among friends with the trees; his brothers in nature.
As he walked alone, listening to the whispers, he began to drop his guard. He was no longer searching desperately through the dim sunlight filtering through the trees, in order to find enemies that were not there. He was no longer pricking his ears at the slightest sound; jumping at the slightest whistle. He was becoming at ease with the forest. This was his homeland. He would be to Mirkwood in no time.
A breaking branch snapped him back into his guarded mode. He spun around, expecting an unknown enemy. What he saw was not what he expected.
"Lindantë vanyavë, ve Eldar lindar*," the Elven maiden said softly to him as he stared at her. He didn't recognize her, but she must have been a Mirkwood Elf, for he was now on the sacred lands of the Mirkwood. He cocked his head to one side, and replied in the Common Tongue. "Yes, they do. May I ask who you are?"
The Elven maiden laughed, and her sweet voice echoed through the trees. "You may ask, Prince Legolas. My name is Aimien." She stepped closer, and was illuminated by a stream of sunlight coming through the tops of the trees. Her dark blonde hair reached past her shoulders, and was held from her face by a flower garland. Her blue eyes sparkled in the sunlight, and she was very close to the same height as the Elven Prince. Legolas found himself wondering if there was more to her than met the eye.
"Are you from Mirkwood?" was Legolas' next question. He couldn't accept the fact that he wouldn't recognize one of the Mirkwood Elves. Aimien nodded and smiled. "I am here to show you to your father," she said. Legolas was a proud Elf, and he was insulted by this comment.
"I know the way to my own home, Aimien," he replied, trying to maintain his cool.
Aimien laughed again, and commented, "Well, then, would you mind if I walked with you? It is such a beautiful day." Legolas felt his temper subside, and he smiled as a way of showing her that he wasn't angered. "Of course, if you'd like to walk with me, you may." Inwardly, he felt a little annoyance at his solitude being interrupted, but he decided that he could live with it.
As they walked, Legolas realized that Aimien had tricked him without even realizing it. She was showing him the way to his father's house, but she had done so in such a way that his pride was not harmed. He slowed enough that he was behind her, and he stared interestedly at the back of her head. Who is this woman who is so beautiful; so kind; that she would not damage my pride? he thought to himself.
They reached Mirkwood without a problem, and a young Elven boy ran up to the Prince, to tell him that his father had summoned him. Legolas turned to Aimien, and said courteously, "Thank you for keeping me company. If you would be so kind as to join me for dinner tonight, I would very much appreciate it." He realized that this was quite a formal speech, and wished that he had made it more personal, but Aimien accepted with another winning smile. "I would love to dine with you."
Legolas smiled as she walked off, and the smile didn't come off his face as he strolled into the room of his father, Thranduil. He was looking forward to a nice feast, with a beautiful Elf.
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A/N: Hope you liked the first chapter. I will update soon. Please review.
*"Lindantë vanyavë, ve Eldar lindar" means "They sing beautifully, like the Elves sing." This is a loose translation, and the Elvish is Quenya.