A/N: Not mine. This story was inspired by "Once Upon a Dream" from Sleeping
Beauty (not a song fic and not like the movie) and is dedicated to my girls
at fanforum.
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I Know You
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I know you I've walked with you once upon a dream I know you The gleam in your eye is so familiar a gleam And I know that visions are seldom all they seem But if I know you, I know what you'll do You'll love me at once The way you did once upon a dream
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So it was decided that the ringbearer should go forth and pursue this quest to destroy the One ring. Along with him would also go his faithful servant Samwise, Meridoc called Merry and Pergin called Pippin of the Shire, the wizard Gandalf, Boromir of Gondor, Aragorn called Strider, Gimli son of Gloin and Legolas of the Elves.
They would not leave Imladris immediately for it was still dangerous and their path unsure. Scouts were sent across the land, and it would be almost two months before the departure of the Fellowship of the Ring.
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Legolas sat by himself, soon after the Council of Elrond, in the Hall of Fire. It was still day; not yet time for the telling of tales or songs and Legolas wished to be alone. Many things were resting on his brow and his fair elven face was laced with concern. All that he had heard at the Council deeply troubled him.
"You are deep in thought, Legolas Thranduilion," a melodious voice called to him, stirring him from his stream of thought. Standing just behind him was none other than Arwen Undomiel. She was tall and beautiful, with dark hair that tumbled beyond her shoulders and a great jewel around her neck. Arwen's eyes reflected wisdom and great kindness, and she seemed to be, herself, a glimmer of hope against the rising evil. Her presence greatly surprised him and it showed on his face.
"Forgive me, I did not wish to bother you," Arwen looked down and turned to leave.
"No Undomiel, please stay," Legolas quickly stood up from his seat. "I think perhaps that I have been alone for too long and indoors longer still. My heart is weary."
Legolas was surprised at his boldness in disclosing his emotions to Arwen. After all, this was only the first time the two ever exchanged words. He knew, of course, who she was and apparently she knew of him also.
"Then come, I shall show you the falls of Imladris, which I hope can renew your strength," she said as she reached for his hand. Arwen's touch elicited a shiver in his spine.
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Imladris was indeed beautiful and serene. When Legolas beheld the rich land as the golden sun fell quickly over the horizon, he felt as if his worries were washed from him. He breathed in deeply and closed his eyes.
Arwen watched the elf standing beside her. She had seen him around but with all the elves and other visitors that were for her father's Council, she had not yet met the Prince of the elves of northern Mirkwood. He was tall and fair, slender yet strong. His golden hair glittered with diminishing light of the sun. Arwen smiled at a very distant memory.
Legolas opened his eyes then and found the Lady Arwen gazing at him with a small smile pulling at her lips.
"I am glad to see that your heart is less troubled, Prince."
"There is no need to be formal!" he said with a shake of his head, "I am known as Legolas to all of my friends."
Arwen nodded her head and turned her gaze back towards the horizon. It was Legolas' turn to study her and the tales of the Evenstar were not lost to him.
"Why do you stare at me that way Legolas?" Arwen asked without looking at him.
"My apologies, I do not mean to stare," he replied, "I just cannot help but think that I've met you before. Though I can recall neither time nor place of this meeting, you seem familiar to me."
At this Arwen turned and smiled at him. "How easily you forget!"
"Then we have met before?"
"If only briefly. We met once, a very long time ago, when we were but elflings," Arwen explained. "Our family was traveling and my father wanted to take a detour to visit your father regarding one thing or another. We stayed but one night."
Arwen searched Legolas' brilliant eyes for any hint of recognition to the instance she was referring to. She found his eyes to be distant, perhaps recalling some far off memory.
"I remember that we were walking down a dark hall."
"You were the girl. The little girl with the Lady and two boys," Legolas interrupted her in a voice barely above a whisper.
"And so you do remember!" Arwen laughed.
"Yes, I remember," he gave a hallow laugh and that was all that he said. Arwen could see that he wanted to pursue the topic no longer.
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After watching the last rays of light disappear and all the stars come out to play above them, Arwen finally broke the silence.
"It is a brave thing that you do here, Legolas," she said seriously.
"Nay, my Lady. I am not so brave. I do only what is necessary."
"Still, that you should carry at least some part of the burden of this quest." Legolas' paused for a moment before looking at her.
"Don't we all?" he replied. Arwen saw a burning intensity reflecting in his eyes.
"Yes, I suppose you are right."
"Come, let us talk no more of these things this night," he smiled at her and offered his arm.
The two walked arm in arm back to the Hall of Fire where many were already gathered, and gave no thought to the dark times to come.
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Legolas Thranduilion: Legolas son of Thranduil.
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I Know You
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I know you I've walked with you once upon a dream I know you The gleam in your eye is so familiar a gleam And I know that visions are seldom all they seem But if I know you, I know what you'll do You'll love me at once The way you did once upon a dream
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So it was decided that the ringbearer should go forth and pursue this quest to destroy the One ring. Along with him would also go his faithful servant Samwise, Meridoc called Merry and Pergin called Pippin of the Shire, the wizard Gandalf, Boromir of Gondor, Aragorn called Strider, Gimli son of Gloin and Legolas of the Elves.
They would not leave Imladris immediately for it was still dangerous and their path unsure. Scouts were sent across the land, and it would be almost two months before the departure of the Fellowship of the Ring.
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Legolas sat by himself, soon after the Council of Elrond, in the Hall of Fire. It was still day; not yet time for the telling of tales or songs and Legolas wished to be alone. Many things were resting on his brow and his fair elven face was laced with concern. All that he had heard at the Council deeply troubled him.
"You are deep in thought, Legolas Thranduilion," a melodious voice called to him, stirring him from his stream of thought. Standing just behind him was none other than Arwen Undomiel. She was tall and beautiful, with dark hair that tumbled beyond her shoulders and a great jewel around her neck. Arwen's eyes reflected wisdom and great kindness, and she seemed to be, herself, a glimmer of hope against the rising evil. Her presence greatly surprised him and it showed on his face.
"Forgive me, I did not wish to bother you," Arwen looked down and turned to leave.
"No Undomiel, please stay," Legolas quickly stood up from his seat. "I think perhaps that I have been alone for too long and indoors longer still. My heart is weary."
Legolas was surprised at his boldness in disclosing his emotions to Arwen. After all, this was only the first time the two ever exchanged words. He knew, of course, who she was and apparently she knew of him also.
"Then come, I shall show you the falls of Imladris, which I hope can renew your strength," she said as she reached for his hand. Arwen's touch elicited a shiver in his spine.
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Imladris was indeed beautiful and serene. When Legolas beheld the rich land as the golden sun fell quickly over the horizon, he felt as if his worries were washed from him. He breathed in deeply and closed his eyes.
Arwen watched the elf standing beside her. She had seen him around but with all the elves and other visitors that were for her father's Council, she had not yet met the Prince of the elves of northern Mirkwood. He was tall and fair, slender yet strong. His golden hair glittered with diminishing light of the sun. Arwen smiled at a very distant memory.
Legolas opened his eyes then and found the Lady Arwen gazing at him with a small smile pulling at her lips.
"I am glad to see that your heart is less troubled, Prince."
"There is no need to be formal!" he said with a shake of his head, "I am known as Legolas to all of my friends."
Arwen nodded her head and turned her gaze back towards the horizon. It was Legolas' turn to study her and the tales of the Evenstar were not lost to him.
"Why do you stare at me that way Legolas?" Arwen asked without looking at him.
"My apologies, I do not mean to stare," he replied, "I just cannot help but think that I've met you before. Though I can recall neither time nor place of this meeting, you seem familiar to me."
At this Arwen turned and smiled at him. "How easily you forget!"
"Then we have met before?"
"If only briefly. We met once, a very long time ago, when we were but elflings," Arwen explained. "Our family was traveling and my father wanted to take a detour to visit your father regarding one thing or another. We stayed but one night."
Arwen searched Legolas' brilliant eyes for any hint of recognition to the instance she was referring to. She found his eyes to be distant, perhaps recalling some far off memory.
"I remember that we were walking down a dark hall."
"You were the girl. The little girl with the Lady and two boys," Legolas interrupted her in a voice barely above a whisper.
"And so you do remember!" Arwen laughed.
"Yes, I remember," he gave a hallow laugh and that was all that he said. Arwen could see that he wanted to pursue the topic no longer.
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After watching the last rays of light disappear and all the stars come out to play above them, Arwen finally broke the silence.
"It is a brave thing that you do here, Legolas," she said seriously.
"Nay, my Lady. I am not so brave. I do only what is necessary."
"Still, that you should carry at least some part of the burden of this quest." Legolas' paused for a moment before looking at her.
"Don't we all?" he replied. Arwen saw a burning intensity reflecting in his eyes.
"Yes, I suppose you are right."
"Come, let us talk no more of these things this night," he smiled at her and offered his arm.
The two walked arm in arm back to the Hall of Fire where many were already gathered, and gave no thought to the dark times to come.
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Legolas Thranduilion: Legolas son of Thranduil.