More Than a Dream
Disclaimer: Once again, I don't own LOTR. I just write for fun.
A/N: This one should be a bit longer. Hopefully better than my other one also. You can't see all the stories I am writeing, but I am writeing a whole lot, and only a few are finished. I am just pathetic... Oh well! I hope someone will like this better than the other one I wrote.
(~~) This means dreaming.
~~ Everything was so blurry. He could not understand how his vision had become so horrible suddenly. And the pain, it coursed through his body. He did not remember doing anything that would hurt himself. The Elf was just wondering blindly through the halls of his Father's kingdom. Nothing ran through his tired mind but questions. He did not even know where he was heading.
The Elven prince strained to see better further down the hall. For the life of him, he could not understand what had happened to his vision. Quickly he rubbed at them angrilly, and his blue eyes set on a door. A dim light seeped through the crack along the bottom, and side of the partially open door. Thinking it was his Father, he quickly walked to the door. Forgetting the pain for one moment.
Just as his fist was about to land on the door for the first knock, he pulled back. There was mumbleing, and it wasn't his father. To tell the truth, he did not even know who that voiced belonged to. Leaning closer he looked through the crack, only to see nothing. The Elf pulled back, completely puzzled by the sound. But as he backed away, a voice, whispered in his ear. His eyes grew wide with fear, as he felt the hot breath on his pointed ear. How could he let someone sneak up on him?
"Exactly what did you plan to find?" The voice hissed. ~~
Legolas shot up in bed, franticly looking around the dark room. There was no pain, he could see clearly, and he was not in the hall. It was all a dream. None of it was real. Quickly and quietly he swung his long legs over the side of the bed and began to walk quickly to the door. He reached out to the handle on the door, but pulled back, images of his dream flashing through his mind again.
He closed his eyes and turned the knob anyway. He was a warrior. Why should he be afraid of a hall? Stepping out of his room he searched both ends of the hall with his elven eyes. Nothing, not one thing both ways. He stepped further out, and found a half open door down to his right. The light inside came on just as he began to walk in that direction.
Legolas' long strides got him to his destination quickly. There was a loud crack, and the sound of wood splinters and pieces falling onto a desk. Legolas held his breath and leaned close to the half open door, taking a peek. His heart quit hammering in his chest when he seen his Father inside.
The Elven king was hovering over a polished wooden desk. He was muttering angry words in his own tongue. The king pounded the desk with his fist, and began to pace the room. Not a sound escaped him as he paced. His quick light footsteps made no sound on the wooden floor. He continued his angry rambleing when he hovered over the desk yet again.
Legolas had to laugh at his stupidity. A dream had scared him so terribly, he had thought it was coming true. He shook his head, long blonde locks of hair fell on his shoulders as they fell back into place. "I must remember not to make assumptions such as those..." He muttered to himself as he made his way back to his room for the night.
A/N: Okay, not that good. At least I think so. Oh well. This is just the beginning. If anyone liked this at all. I'll try to put more chapters up. And they should be longer. Please review! ^-^!!
Disclaimer: Once again, I don't own LOTR. I just write for fun.
A/N: This one should be a bit longer. Hopefully better than my other one also. You can't see all the stories I am writeing, but I am writeing a whole lot, and only a few are finished. I am just pathetic... Oh well! I hope someone will like this better than the other one I wrote.
(~~) This means dreaming.
~~ Everything was so blurry. He could not understand how his vision had become so horrible suddenly. And the pain, it coursed through his body. He did not remember doing anything that would hurt himself. The Elf was just wondering blindly through the halls of his Father's kingdom. Nothing ran through his tired mind but questions. He did not even know where he was heading.
The Elven prince strained to see better further down the hall. For the life of him, he could not understand what had happened to his vision. Quickly he rubbed at them angrilly, and his blue eyes set on a door. A dim light seeped through the crack along the bottom, and side of the partially open door. Thinking it was his Father, he quickly walked to the door. Forgetting the pain for one moment.
Just as his fist was about to land on the door for the first knock, he pulled back. There was mumbleing, and it wasn't his father. To tell the truth, he did not even know who that voiced belonged to. Leaning closer he looked through the crack, only to see nothing. The Elf pulled back, completely puzzled by the sound. But as he backed away, a voice, whispered in his ear. His eyes grew wide with fear, as he felt the hot breath on his pointed ear. How could he let someone sneak up on him?
"Exactly what did you plan to find?" The voice hissed. ~~
Legolas shot up in bed, franticly looking around the dark room. There was no pain, he could see clearly, and he was not in the hall. It was all a dream. None of it was real. Quickly and quietly he swung his long legs over the side of the bed and began to walk quickly to the door. He reached out to the handle on the door, but pulled back, images of his dream flashing through his mind again.
He closed his eyes and turned the knob anyway. He was a warrior. Why should he be afraid of a hall? Stepping out of his room he searched both ends of the hall with his elven eyes. Nothing, not one thing both ways. He stepped further out, and found a half open door down to his right. The light inside came on just as he began to walk in that direction.
Legolas' long strides got him to his destination quickly. There was a loud crack, and the sound of wood splinters and pieces falling onto a desk. Legolas held his breath and leaned close to the half open door, taking a peek. His heart quit hammering in his chest when he seen his Father inside.
The Elven king was hovering over a polished wooden desk. He was muttering angry words in his own tongue. The king pounded the desk with his fist, and began to pace the room. Not a sound escaped him as he paced. His quick light footsteps made no sound on the wooden floor. He continued his angry rambleing when he hovered over the desk yet again.
Legolas had to laugh at his stupidity. A dream had scared him so terribly, he had thought it was coming true. He shook his head, long blonde locks of hair fell on his shoulders as they fell back into place. "I must remember not to make assumptions such as those..." He muttered to himself as he made his way back to his room for the night.
A/N: Okay, not that good. At least I think so. Oh well. This is just the beginning. If anyone liked this at all. I'll try to put more chapters up. And they should be longer. Please review! ^-^!!