Okay, once again, I cant stress enough that this is a very sarcastic fanfic
and if you take it seriously, no only will you think I am incredibly lame
and unimaginative, but yeah.....
Please review! I really love reviews!
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Etheilwen's hooves clopped steadily over the stony path, basically gliding as if the trusty steed was on wheels.
Legolas marvelled at the faith in which he could lay upon his horse. Its was almost as though she knew the importance of the person she carried.
That person, if our readers can remember was of course Mary. Weak as weak could be, her eyes would stay closed. But her true beauty would show through, as she would use her last morsel of energy to rub Etheilwen's side and egg the horse on, thank her steed for her service. This make Legolas's heart ache with gratitude toward the beautiful maiden.
It was toward the end of the day, and the sun was sinking in the horizon. Mary had temporarily collapsed which disappointed Legolas. He was hoping to share the sunset with her, but it was not to be so.
The sun lowered itself gracefully and up rose a shining full moon bathed in all its glory. Legolas clung to Mary to keep her steady. Her slim figure was shaking, which worried him. He knew that, amongst elves, shaking wasn't a natural defect, but he didn't believe she was a full mortal. She couldn't be. She was too fair, too good natured, too beautiful.
Or was he being discriminative? Was it that there was a perfect human in this world? To his knowledge, each human had a weakness or a bad trait. But just from the brief encounters he had with her, for the first time in his life he believed he had found the perfect mortal.
He felt her move as she opened those beautiful violet eyes of hers. She gave a small, yawn and stretched her ands up to the heavens. She gave a small cough and sighed.
'Look.' She aimed one finger at the perfect moon. 'It is the midnight sun. (1) It is so beautiful.'
Legolas's heart warmed to hear her speak in that soft voice of hers. It was like a fresh breeze to his ears.
'There is an old, elvish song about the moon.' He suddenly remembered out loud.
She turned her head around. 'Could you sing it for me?'
'I'm afraid I cannot remember..cannot remember it. But there was the line, Let daytime moon give forth to the midnight sun." his voice trailed off. They both rode in silence for a few minutes gazing at the circular orb in all its glory, listening to the steady hooves, before Mary collapsed again, draping a tired chin over Legolas's arm.
Legolas however was deep in thought as new answers and possibilities entwined his troubled mind. Who was this man that Mary was forced to marry? What right was it of his to treat her the way he felt fit. It was wrong, so terribly wrong, to beat upon a being as pure as Mary. Mary, the lover of animals and nature. Mary, the girl with the voice that would challenge the angels themselves. Mary the girl he felt he loved.
Yes loved. He knew he was in love, for what else could this be?
He loosened the reigns of Etheilwen, when he felt a strangle line running across Mary's back, for her garment was so thin. He gently ran his forefinger over it and needed to only once to be able to tell what they were. Scars. Long thin scars that bore the wrongdoers hate, abuse and dangerous obsession.
Legolas hung his head a muttered a quiet almost silent lament for Mary in Quenya. The oldest of all elvish. It sickened him, scorched his heart and soul to think that someone could abusively lay a hand on Mary.
As the sound of the babbling brook drew near, Legolas knew that he was drawing close to Rivendell. He peered over the trees and could see the brook in which Mary had collapsed in earlier on Moonlight filtered through the trees only to be reflected off its cold surface back into the heavens.
He reached the house of Elrond and lifted Mary gently off Etheilwen, her being as light as a feather. He gave his steed and encouraging rub and whispered his thanks for her care. Etheilwen nuzzled her head in his hand and left.
He carried her up the stairs into one of the empty rooms, avoiding everyone. He felt he could not explain his treasure he held, for he felt as though he had strayed into a dream. (2)
He lay her down on a bed and tucked a silvery cloak around her. Then he pulled over a chair to her side and settled down. He had planned to be there when she woke up to answer any of her questions. He gently picked up her hand and gently held it in his. It was cold, and the fear that radiated forth brought tears to his eyes. A single tear dropped off his cheek and landed on her hand. Almost instantly a wave of heat swept through her body, although the only sign of movement she showed was the steady rise and fall of her chest when breathing.
Legolas gave her hand a comforting squeeze. He was here with her, and that was what mattered. For he loved her.
She gently opeaned her eyes only a slit. Her breathing stopped, which caught the Elfs attention.
"What.Whatever does not kill me.may only make me stronger..I cannot thank you enough.Prince of Mirkwood.." She whispered. Then she gently closed her eyes and went back to sleep, with Legolas by her side.
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Midnight Sun.I have to thank Amara Shelton for that one.she gave me the idea for that. Thanks! And thanks for reviewing the prev. chapt!
Strayed into a dream...Yes I took that straight from the first LOTR film..don't kill me....
O MY Gosh that was bad, boring and made me cringe the whole way through..mwahahahahaha.And sorry to Leggy fans.but come on, he is easy to pay out. Please review and remember..this is not serious!!!!!!!!!!! Chapt 4 will most likely be just as bad.
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Etheilwen's hooves clopped steadily over the stony path, basically gliding as if the trusty steed was on wheels.
Legolas marvelled at the faith in which he could lay upon his horse. Its was almost as though she knew the importance of the person she carried.
That person, if our readers can remember was of course Mary. Weak as weak could be, her eyes would stay closed. But her true beauty would show through, as she would use her last morsel of energy to rub Etheilwen's side and egg the horse on, thank her steed for her service. This make Legolas's heart ache with gratitude toward the beautiful maiden.
It was toward the end of the day, and the sun was sinking in the horizon. Mary had temporarily collapsed which disappointed Legolas. He was hoping to share the sunset with her, but it was not to be so.
The sun lowered itself gracefully and up rose a shining full moon bathed in all its glory. Legolas clung to Mary to keep her steady. Her slim figure was shaking, which worried him. He knew that, amongst elves, shaking wasn't a natural defect, but he didn't believe she was a full mortal. She couldn't be. She was too fair, too good natured, too beautiful.
Or was he being discriminative? Was it that there was a perfect human in this world? To his knowledge, each human had a weakness or a bad trait. But just from the brief encounters he had with her, for the first time in his life he believed he had found the perfect mortal.
He felt her move as she opened those beautiful violet eyes of hers. She gave a small, yawn and stretched her ands up to the heavens. She gave a small cough and sighed.
'Look.' She aimed one finger at the perfect moon. 'It is the midnight sun. (1) It is so beautiful.'
Legolas's heart warmed to hear her speak in that soft voice of hers. It was like a fresh breeze to his ears.
'There is an old, elvish song about the moon.' He suddenly remembered out loud.
She turned her head around. 'Could you sing it for me?'
'I'm afraid I cannot remember..cannot remember it. But there was the line, Let daytime moon give forth to the midnight sun." his voice trailed off. They both rode in silence for a few minutes gazing at the circular orb in all its glory, listening to the steady hooves, before Mary collapsed again, draping a tired chin over Legolas's arm.
Legolas however was deep in thought as new answers and possibilities entwined his troubled mind. Who was this man that Mary was forced to marry? What right was it of his to treat her the way he felt fit. It was wrong, so terribly wrong, to beat upon a being as pure as Mary. Mary, the lover of animals and nature. Mary, the girl with the voice that would challenge the angels themselves. Mary the girl he felt he loved.
Yes loved. He knew he was in love, for what else could this be?
He loosened the reigns of Etheilwen, when he felt a strangle line running across Mary's back, for her garment was so thin. He gently ran his forefinger over it and needed to only once to be able to tell what they were. Scars. Long thin scars that bore the wrongdoers hate, abuse and dangerous obsession.
Legolas hung his head a muttered a quiet almost silent lament for Mary in Quenya. The oldest of all elvish. It sickened him, scorched his heart and soul to think that someone could abusively lay a hand on Mary.
As the sound of the babbling brook drew near, Legolas knew that he was drawing close to Rivendell. He peered over the trees and could see the brook in which Mary had collapsed in earlier on Moonlight filtered through the trees only to be reflected off its cold surface back into the heavens.
He reached the house of Elrond and lifted Mary gently off Etheilwen, her being as light as a feather. He gave his steed and encouraging rub and whispered his thanks for her care. Etheilwen nuzzled her head in his hand and left.
He carried her up the stairs into one of the empty rooms, avoiding everyone. He felt he could not explain his treasure he held, for he felt as though he had strayed into a dream. (2)
He lay her down on a bed and tucked a silvery cloak around her. Then he pulled over a chair to her side and settled down. He had planned to be there when she woke up to answer any of her questions. He gently picked up her hand and gently held it in his. It was cold, and the fear that radiated forth brought tears to his eyes. A single tear dropped off his cheek and landed on her hand. Almost instantly a wave of heat swept through her body, although the only sign of movement she showed was the steady rise and fall of her chest when breathing.
Legolas gave her hand a comforting squeeze. He was here with her, and that was what mattered. For he loved her.
She gently opeaned her eyes only a slit. Her breathing stopped, which caught the Elfs attention.
"What.Whatever does not kill me.may only make me stronger..I cannot thank you enough.Prince of Mirkwood.." She whispered. Then she gently closed her eyes and went back to sleep, with Legolas by her side.
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Midnight Sun.I have to thank Amara Shelton for that one.she gave me the idea for that. Thanks! And thanks for reviewing the prev. chapt!
Strayed into a dream...Yes I took that straight from the first LOTR film..don't kill me....
O MY Gosh that was bad, boring and made me cringe the whole way through..mwahahahahaha.And sorry to Leggy fans.but come on, he is easy to pay out. Please review and remember..this is not serious!!!!!!!!!!! Chapt 4 will most likely be just as bad.