Disclaimer: All names of characters, places etc are owned be Tolkien
Enterprises pty ltd.
Oh, and there are only quite a few of those coz I don't want to bedazzle
myself with too many names...first LOTR fanfic...I mightn't don't get the
drill.
If any info is wrong (which some of it shall be) it is purely intentional for the purpose of the story... so please don't accuse me of violating the legendary works...pleeez.
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It was the middle of a night in a nice, warm Sydney apartment. She wanted trees to speak and she always longed for the reality of Middle-Earth. All was well; she was of course a normal teen whose love for the tales went beyond drooling in front of the TV. There were so many things she wished she had.
There were dreams every night - dreams of her – Aathwin – the Elven princess, prancing around with flowing dresses in the woods and soon to be wed with the most likely of dreamers. But for this night, she dreamt her way into a strange glow coming from her window.
'You are awake...must you close your eyes,' it was the voice so low and solemn that even with two pillows over her ears, she could recognized it. 'Perhaps if you weren't so freaking bright I actually could,' she clearly explained. She thought she was in a nightmare, so however loud she screamed, her brother could not ridicule her for it. Then, she opened her eyes.
She was screaming, although not of mere fright, but something more deep and enchanting. She was star-struck. As if she hadn't seen this face before. It was Legolas, and there couldn't be any other answer. 'Omigod, you are so like...aah!' She was speechless. She was thinking about the Legolas in Pirates, Kelly Gang and Troy...which of course there wasn't one. Legolas either grew impatient or was just awfully confused. 'What do these words mean?' Legolas was definitely confused. Finally, she realised. Orlando Bloom did not intend to break into her bedroom, but a very needy Legolas. 'It is you, Legolas of the Woodland Realm, how, why?' she questioned; now she was confused. 'Yes...now. I came here to warn you of something.' 'Oh...is it war, because if it is ... I'm not going.' 'No. It is Eowyn,' Legolas' brows turned down and he sank into the bed. By this time, the girl had wondered so much about Eowyn that she could not resist. 'Don't tell me Arwen has passed,' she said in a desperate attempt to get to the bottom of the matter. 'NO!' his temper reached an unnatural high. Something was on his mind. She wanted to try Aragorn's death, but Legolas' temper stopped her.
'Since Theoden's death, Eowyn has had to take Rohan into her own charge and ruling,' Legolas began, 'and was since wedded to Faramir. Eowyn lost Faramir in battle against Gondor.' The secret was almost out and she had to stimulate Legolas' tired and very old head to stir it up and get to the point. 'Gondor...why?' the fact would usually startle a 13 year old, but perhaps she thought this was all false. 'Many say that the war was declared very intentionally by Eowyn herself. Many say that her – very disturbed and very stupid – love for Aragorn had still prevailed all her happiness in Rohan and in Faramir,' Legolas was a storyteller and it all sounded so ... dramatic. 'Was the war built on revenge...or just to kill Faramir?' Legolas didn't speak. He knew on which side Faramir fought. He knew many things, but he didn't know the answer to that question. 'Hello! WHY THE WAR...anyway...whose side was Faramir on?' she knew rage and this was not rage. Legolas could only answer: 'I'll answer your questions if you come with me to Imaldris to work this out,' although very wise, Legolas knew how to have people – somehow especially this 13 year old – on his side to do whatever his mind told him. 'Both questions?' asked she. 'I have an extensive memory...I think I can manage.' 'Both questions,' she provoked. She was as stern about it as Legolas in the third movie
No hand shake, but a whiz off to Middle Earth was the deal. A very smooth deal (if you ask me). he went...but she hadn't consent...
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If any info is wrong (which some of it shall be) it is purely intentional for the purpose of the story... so please don't accuse me of violating the legendary works...pleeez.
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It was the middle of a night in a nice, warm Sydney apartment. She wanted trees to speak and she always longed for the reality of Middle-Earth. All was well; she was of course a normal teen whose love for the tales went beyond drooling in front of the TV. There were so many things she wished she had.
There were dreams every night - dreams of her – Aathwin – the Elven princess, prancing around with flowing dresses in the woods and soon to be wed with the most likely of dreamers. But for this night, she dreamt her way into a strange glow coming from her window.
'You are awake...must you close your eyes,' it was the voice so low and solemn that even with two pillows over her ears, she could recognized it. 'Perhaps if you weren't so freaking bright I actually could,' she clearly explained. She thought she was in a nightmare, so however loud she screamed, her brother could not ridicule her for it. Then, she opened her eyes.
She was screaming, although not of mere fright, but something more deep and enchanting. She was star-struck. As if she hadn't seen this face before. It was Legolas, and there couldn't be any other answer. 'Omigod, you are so like...aah!' She was speechless. She was thinking about the Legolas in Pirates, Kelly Gang and Troy...which of course there wasn't one. Legolas either grew impatient or was just awfully confused. 'What do these words mean?' Legolas was definitely confused. Finally, she realised. Orlando Bloom did not intend to break into her bedroom, but a very needy Legolas. 'It is you, Legolas of the Woodland Realm, how, why?' she questioned; now she was confused. 'Yes...now. I came here to warn you of something.' 'Oh...is it war, because if it is ... I'm not going.' 'No. It is Eowyn,' Legolas' brows turned down and he sank into the bed. By this time, the girl had wondered so much about Eowyn that she could not resist. 'Don't tell me Arwen has passed,' she said in a desperate attempt to get to the bottom of the matter. 'NO!' his temper reached an unnatural high. Something was on his mind. She wanted to try Aragorn's death, but Legolas' temper stopped her.
'Since Theoden's death, Eowyn has had to take Rohan into her own charge and ruling,' Legolas began, 'and was since wedded to Faramir. Eowyn lost Faramir in battle against Gondor.' The secret was almost out and she had to stimulate Legolas' tired and very old head to stir it up and get to the point. 'Gondor...why?' the fact would usually startle a 13 year old, but perhaps she thought this was all false. 'Many say that the war was declared very intentionally by Eowyn herself. Many say that her – very disturbed and very stupid – love for Aragorn had still prevailed all her happiness in Rohan and in Faramir,' Legolas was a storyteller and it all sounded so ... dramatic. 'Was the war built on revenge...or just to kill Faramir?' Legolas didn't speak. He knew on which side Faramir fought. He knew many things, but he didn't know the answer to that question. 'Hello! WHY THE WAR...anyway...whose side was Faramir on?' she knew rage and this was not rage. Legolas could only answer: 'I'll answer your questions if you come with me to Imaldris to work this out,' although very wise, Legolas knew how to have people – somehow especially this 13 year old – on his side to do whatever his mind told him. 'Both questions?' asked she. 'I have an extensive memory...I think I can manage.' 'Both questions,' she provoked. She was as stern about it as Legolas in the third movie
No hand shake, but a whiz off to Middle Earth was the deal. A very smooth deal (if you ask me). he went...but she hadn't consent...
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