Disclaimer: All Lord of the Rings stuff belongs to J. R. R. Tolkien. All original characters belong to me.
A/N: I've been thinking about this story for a long time and I've finally decided to write it. ^_^() Yeah, just another thing to work on. This is a short prologue because I need to set the stage for this fic. This is far from being a self-insert. Heck, it takes place AFTER the whole war over the one ring. Anyway. Hope you like the prologue. Give me some feedback on how you like it. Enjoy! ^_^
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It had been many years since the legendary war of The Ring and the brave quest of two hobbits to destroy it. The fellowship that had set out from Rivendell all those many years ago were broken apart various ways, but never forgot each other. Unfortunately, the mortality of hobbits, humans, and dwarves is not forever. Each one of them lead great and dignified lives as the years passed slowly by, but all things come to an end. After over a hundred years, each one passed into the next world, all save one member, the immortal elf, Legolas Greenleaf.
Though Frodo and Gimli had traveled to Valinor with the elves, even in the Undying Lands, mortals remained mortal. They, too, passed into the other world, leaving the elf to cope with seeing the fellowship disappear. Now the only thing that kept their spirits alive were the many legends and stories that passed through the books of history. Even though Valinor was an equally beautiful place, Legolas still missed some of the old forests of Middle Earth, but he now had a job to do and couldn't return to Mirkwood, Rivendell, or Loth Lorien.
Recent problems with a particular tribe of elves had erupted in the various areas of the north in Valinor. The tribe was called the Dark Elves, who were rumored to have orc blood running through their veins, which caused their kind to be shunned and fade into obscurity. Their most noticeable features were their pale and waxy skin and their long, silky black hair. They had the uncanny ability to get people to do what they wanted with the sound of their voice, but only people with troubled minds and hearts could be grasped by their power. Their kind were some of the few that knew the dark magics of the world and were regarded as demons by all the other elves on Valinor.
This is where our story begins...
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So... What do you think? One of my friends, Laura, gave me a site that had all the information about the LOTR books and movies. Apparently, The Undying Lands aka Aman aka Valinor doesn't make mortals immortal. I hope you liked it. Yeah, Legolas is my favorite character, but he's been my favorite since I read the books, which came before the movie.
SNEAK PEEK TO THE FIRST CHAPTER!:
** Legolas learns the meaning of cliff diving.
** We meet the main girl of the story and her friend.
** Is a car hood a good place to land after falling from a great height?
A/N: I've been thinking about this story for a long time and I've finally decided to write it. ^_^() Yeah, just another thing to work on. This is a short prologue because I need to set the stage for this fic. This is far from being a self-insert. Heck, it takes place AFTER the whole war over the one ring. Anyway. Hope you like the prologue. Give me some feedback on how you like it. Enjoy! ^_^
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It had been many years since the legendary war of The Ring and the brave quest of two hobbits to destroy it. The fellowship that had set out from Rivendell all those many years ago were broken apart various ways, but never forgot each other. Unfortunately, the mortality of hobbits, humans, and dwarves is not forever. Each one of them lead great and dignified lives as the years passed slowly by, but all things come to an end. After over a hundred years, each one passed into the next world, all save one member, the immortal elf, Legolas Greenleaf.
Though Frodo and Gimli had traveled to Valinor with the elves, even in the Undying Lands, mortals remained mortal. They, too, passed into the other world, leaving the elf to cope with seeing the fellowship disappear. Now the only thing that kept their spirits alive were the many legends and stories that passed through the books of history. Even though Valinor was an equally beautiful place, Legolas still missed some of the old forests of Middle Earth, but he now had a job to do and couldn't return to Mirkwood, Rivendell, or Loth Lorien.
Recent problems with a particular tribe of elves had erupted in the various areas of the north in Valinor. The tribe was called the Dark Elves, who were rumored to have orc blood running through their veins, which caused their kind to be shunned and fade into obscurity. Their most noticeable features were their pale and waxy skin and their long, silky black hair. They had the uncanny ability to get people to do what they wanted with the sound of their voice, but only people with troubled minds and hearts could be grasped by their power. Their kind were some of the few that knew the dark magics of the world and were regarded as demons by all the other elves on Valinor.
This is where our story begins...
* * * * * * * * * *
So... What do you think? One of my friends, Laura, gave me a site that had all the information about the LOTR books and movies. Apparently, The Undying Lands aka Aman aka Valinor doesn't make mortals immortal. I hope you liked it. Yeah, Legolas is my favorite character, but he's been my favorite since I read the books, which came before the movie.
SNEAK PEEK TO THE FIRST CHAPTER!:
** Legolas learns the meaning of cliff diving.
** We meet the main girl of the story and her friend.
** Is a car hood a good place to land after falling from a great height?