A/N: Hey guys! Well yes I have to say my first entry was far too short. It was kind of meant to be a prologue to the story. Keep in mind that this was my VERY FIRST fanfic EVER.
I didn't actually say that I was writing it at midnight, and I had to rush off to bed. What I'm going to do is extend the prologue and make it the opening of the first chapter.
Copyrights: I do not own Legolas or any other characters, places, events (etc) belonging to Tolkien.
STORY:
Sunday afternoon, there's nothing to do but daydream. I sat at my desk and looked out my bedroom window at the garden below. A gentle breeze shook the branches of the trees that framed my window. I breathed in the pleasant spring air, it felt so relaxing just sitting here, watching life go by. Resting my head on the desk I closed my eyes, exhaled deeply and began to dream...
At first I saw nothing but black. Then a small beam of light appeared from above and down floated a figure, dressed in a purple robe. Her long raven black hair hung down to her waist and her ice blue eyes gazed into mine. Her face was small, but her eyes were big. She caught my gaze. Her mesmerizing eyes pierced into mine and I was unable to shift my glance. Then she spoke in my mind.
"I am Quesse, your guardian. Luella, my child, you face a grand undertaking. One that I know you will learn a great deal from. Elves are immortal, yet there are only two ways in which they can die; by the sword or of a broken heart. In a world called middle-earth, an elven king is dying, but from neither of these things. A sickness which causes the victim to decrease in age rapidly has taken hold of him. Once he reaches his beginning he will be no more. In an ancient prophecy engraved on the king's royal pendant, which has been passed down from generation to generation, it states that one day a magical elven maiden shall come and solve the mystery. Luella, you are the chosen one."
"But Lady Quesse, how am I the chosen one, I am not of elven kind."
"Well you aren't – yet."
Suddenly her eyes turned a bright glowing orange, which made mine burn like fire. She opened her mouth and I heard the sound of a howling wind as I felt myself floating off the ground, hovering in mid air.
The sound became louder and higher in pitch, as the darkness began to sink away into a blinding light that consumed me. Through the bright light I could see Quesse's face, smiling at me. As the light became dimmer, I noticed that we were in a garden, and it wasn't my own.
We floated down, our feet landing on the soft, green grass. As the sound of the wind ceased, she smiled at me and released me from her gaze. I faced the opposite direction as my eyes began to water from the burning sensation.
"Once you have solved the mystery, open the locket around your neck and it will take you back home..." she whispered.
I turned back around and Quesse was gone. I looked down and saw the silver leaf shaped locket around my neck. I held a hand up to my ear, it was pointy. Quesse had turned me into an elf.
Finding my way out of the garden I approached the entrance of Mirkwood, where someone was already waiting for me.
A/N: End of chapter 1! Chapter 2 will be longer. Please R&R... oh and no flames please!
I didn't actually say that I was writing it at midnight, and I had to rush off to bed. What I'm going to do is extend the prologue and make it the opening of the first chapter.
Copyrights: I do not own Legolas or any other characters, places, events (etc) belonging to Tolkien.
STORY:
Sunday afternoon, there's nothing to do but daydream. I sat at my desk and looked out my bedroom window at the garden below. A gentle breeze shook the branches of the trees that framed my window. I breathed in the pleasant spring air, it felt so relaxing just sitting here, watching life go by. Resting my head on the desk I closed my eyes, exhaled deeply and began to dream...
At first I saw nothing but black. Then a small beam of light appeared from above and down floated a figure, dressed in a purple robe. Her long raven black hair hung down to her waist and her ice blue eyes gazed into mine. Her face was small, but her eyes were big. She caught my gaze. Her mesmerizing eyes pierced into mine and I was unable to shift my glance. Then she spoke in my mind.
"I am Quesse, your guardian. Luella, my child, you face a grand undertaking. One that I know you will learn a great deal from. Elves are immortal, yet there are only two ways in which they can die; by the sword or of a broken heart. In a world called middle-earth, an elven king is dying, but from neither of these things. A sickness which causes the victim to decrease in age rapidly has taken hold of him. Once he reaches his beginning he will be no more. In an ancient prophecy engraved on the king's royal pendant, which has been passed down from generation to generation, it states that one day a magical elven maiden shall come and solve the mystery. Luella, you are the chosen one."
"But Lady Quesse, how am I the chosen one, I am not of elven kind."
"Well you aren't – yet."
Suddenly her eyes turned a bright glowing orange, which made mine burn like fire. She opened her mouth and I heard the sound of a howling wind as I felt myself floating off the ground, hovering in mid air.
The sound became louder and higher in pitch, as the darkness began to sink away into a blinding light that consumed me. Through the bright light I could see Quesse's face, smiling at me. As the light became dimmer, I noticed that we were in a garden, and it wasn't my own.
We floated down, our feet landing on the soft, green grass. As the sound of the wind ceased, she smiled at me and released me from her gaze. I faced the opposite direction as my eyes began to water from the burning sensation.
"Once you have solved the mystery, open the locket around your neck and it will take you back home..." she whispered.
I turned back around and Quesse was gone. I looked down and saw the silver leaf shaped locket around my neck. I held a hand up to my ear, it was pointy. Quesse had turned me into an elf.
Finding my way out of the garden I approached the entrance of Mirkwood, where someone was already waiting for me.
A/N: End of chapter 1! Chapter 2 will be longer. Please R&R... oh and no flames please!