Súcaliarwen's Tale: A Legolas Love Story

A/N: WOW! I cannot BELIEVE I got 21 reviews! I'm SO happy about that, even if not all of them were nice.

Reviewer Responses:

Penis MgGee – Wow, thankiez for taking so much time to review! I incorporated your ideas into my other story, but I think it's too late for this one. LOL, I hope it does good n e wayz!

Lady of Anorien – You were the first person to say it was a 'troll', and I totally dont get what that means. Thankiez for ur review, tho!

Dicknose 101 – LOL, nice name! Who is Mary-Sue?

Banana4422 – Yay! I'm so glad you like it! In answer to ur question, my name is Susan, and my bestest friend is named Callie, so I combined them! That way we BOTH get to fall in LURVE with Leggy!

Lammiethesheep – Sorry, it's not a parody (I guess I just have a gift with humor, LOL!). It's a love story, like it says in the title. Hope you still like it!

Chiyo Chocolate – Thankiez! Ur review made my day. And I didn't listen to Penis MgGee, hahaha!

Dark88poet – Thanks! I'll totally keep that in mind!

Voldie on Varsity Track – LOL, I learned that after I had posted. But just 4 this story, Galadriel is Elrond's wife. KKz?

Thankiez to every1 else that reviewed! Do it again, LOL!

Disclemur: I don't own lotr, Peter Jackson and the guy who wrote the books do!

Chapter Two: ORC ATTACK RED ALERT!!!!!!!!!!!11111

"OH NO!" said Legolas, drawing his sword. "Súcaliarwen, you take those ten, and I'll handle the rest!"

"Nuh-uh!" exclaimed Suze. She had taken karate AND broadsword fighting back on real Earth. No way was she standing around and letting Leggy have all the fun!

The first orc charged, and then the second. Then the third, then the forth. Soon they were all attacking. Sú took care of them one by one, using her skillful skill at the blade to annihilate all the orcs except three, which Legolas took care of.

"Nice work," Legolas exclaimed, panting heavily.

Sú grinned. "You did okay yourself."

"Never have I seen an elleth who possess such masterful skill with the blade," Legolas continued. "Back in Mirkwood, all our women just sit around sewing and crap."

Sú blushed. "No way!" she shouted, horrified at a living Home Ec class. "I suck at sewing! One time I tried to sew a bag, but ended up stitching the pocket closed!"

Legolas laughed; it was the funniest thing he had heard in ages. Sú laughed too. When she had seen Legolas in the movie, she had thought he was just some cute elf guy with a penchant for stating the obvious. But meeting him in person, she knew he was totally not like that.

"Want to sit next to me at the Council?" Legolas asked shyly.

"Sure!" she replied, oblivious to the way Legolas was looking at her.

"Great," he said. "Let's go!"

When they got there, Elrond was ushering a really tiny man into a seat.

"Here," he said, "is Frodo son of Drogo. Few have come hither through greater peril or on an errand more urgent."

Sú gasped. It was Frodo the hobbit! The Ringbearer! She nudged Legolas. "He's gonna be important," she whispered.

Across the room, Sú saw her sister Arwen sitting next to Aragorn. They were snogging and didn't seem to care what was going on.

Then Sean Bean came on. Sú gasped. "Boromir!" she exclaimed.

Legolas looked at her quizzically. "What does that mean?"

"Here," said Elrond, " is Boromir, a man from the South. He arrived in the grey morning, and seek for counsel. I have bidden him to be present, for here his question will be answered."

Sú beamed. "I love Boromir!"

She didn't notice Legolas' face drop when he heard this news and took it literally.

She shushed him as the Council started. First a dwarf called Gròin talked for a really long time, and Sú was really bored. She started playing with her hair. She was amazed by how long and shiny it was. The glistening red glistened in the sunlight. She watched, captivated, as the rays of the sun bounced across it and back.

Legolas was trying to pay attention to Gròin, but he couldn't help being distracted by the beautiful elleth next to him. She really was lovely. The fables of the Evenmoon were true, then.

When Boromir stood up to talk, Sú grinned and stood at attention.

"Give me leave, Master Elrond," he said, "first to say more of Gondor."

"I love Gondor!" Sú burst out. "The White City is so beautiful! I'm so sorry you'll never make it ba -" She clasped a hand over her mouth. "Ba – er – bad. You'll never make it bad, Boromir."

She blushed when everyone laughed at her.

"What does a mere elleth know of the White City?" Boromir demanded, causing her heart to drop.

Legolas stood, angry. "This is no mere elleth," he said. "She is Súcaliarwen Evenmoon, fated protector of Middle-earth, and you owe her your allegiance."

"Havo dad, Legolas," Súwhispered, embarrassed. (A/N: This means SIT DOWN in elvish!)

"For on the eve of the sudden assault," Boromir continued, "a dream came to my brother in a troubled sleep; and afterwards a like dream came oft to him again and once to me. In that dream, I thought the Eastern sky grew dark and there was a growing thunder. But in the West a pale light lingered, and out of it I heard a voice, remote but clear, crying:

"Seek for the maiden that was awakened:

In Imladris she dwells;

There shall be counsels taken

Stronger than Morgul-spells.

There shall be shown a token

That Doom is near at hand,

For Isildur's Bane shall waken,

And the elleth forth shall stand."

"Of these words we could understand little, and we spoke to our father, Denethor, Lord of Minas Tirith, wise in the lore of Gondor." He smirked a little at Súcaliarwen when he said this. "This only would he say, that Imladris was of old the name among the Elves of a far Northern dale where Elrond the Half-Elven dwelt, greatest of lore-masters. Therefore my brother, seeing how desperate was our need, was eager to heed the dream and seek for Imladris; but since the way was full of doubt and danger, I took the journey upon myself. Loth was my father to give me leave, and long have I wandered by roads forgotten, seeking the house of Elrond, of which many had heard, but few knew where it lay."

At once the council was in an uproar. A maiden? Awakened? What were they to make of such a thing?

As Sú sat, quiet amidst the chaos, a really weird thought began to take shape in her mind.

A/N: Ohhhh, cliffie! Hope y'all like! R&R!

Also, I just found out what a troll was. I promise (swear on Leggy's head!) that mine isn't one! The last chapter was my first ever fanfic, so I hope if you understand if it wasn't that good. Hopefully be now you are convinced, LOL!

See ya next chappie!