Disclaimer: I am disclaiming the works of JRR Tolkien if there is
anything in here that you have read in his works or seen in Peter Jackson's
movies, it is not mine. Brilmar, Vardaiawen, Thaurfac, Dominic, etc... are
mine, but the story setting is the works of the genius Tolkien
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In The Beginning Chapter 1
She was smiling in spite of herself. This was one of her favorite past times: giving the prince nightmares. She wasn't a witch, no, but she had powers others didn't. After a while she decided he was boring her and she went back to her room.
The next morning at breakfast she sat down next to him with a large, satisfied, smile on her face. "Good morning Prince Legolas," she said with a false, respectful bow. "How did you sleep last night?"
"Quite well actually, I dreamed you were being chased around by a large mountain troll," he smiled a devious smile.
She let out a small laugh. "Some how, I think it was you who was being chased by the troll."
His smile faded and he turned to his father. "Father, she's done it again, she haunted me last night."
"Little Bella, is this true?" asked the king.
She put on an innocent look. "Yes sir, but he pushed me into the lake yesterday, and it was only one dream, and I won't do it again, I promise."
The king shrugged, "You see, all's fair in love and war."
"Um... your majesty, would you happen to know when Princess Arwen will be here?" she asked anxiously, "I will be much nicer to Legolas once she's here."
"I saw her coming from the west, not a day's ride away."
Her eyes lit up. She jumped up in excitement and skipped off outside, but clumsily ran into Legolas's older brothers. "Good morning Brilmar, Thaurfac, Dominic."
"Good morning Feé," they laughed.
Arwen, Legolas and Vardaiawen (Bella, Feé, and Dia, are her nicknames) had gotten together every summer since they could ride horses. Now they were 110 (11 in man years.)
Vardaiawen didn't have and brothers or sisters, so they (Legolas and Arwen), and their siblings were her family. She didn't have a mother or father either, so Galadriel and Celeborn were her main caretakers. She was known is most all lands, mainly tales and legends. She traveled most everywhere. She was famous, or rather infamous, because she, just like Legolas, was a trouble maker. She never really seemed to get into trouble for the havoc she caused. She knew how to sweet talk her way out of every situation she had come across. And she knew how to make her way right into your heart.
She was as wild and as fast as the wind. Her confidence in every one and every thing was amazing. She was witty and courageous, but her arrogance was none. Males all fell under her spell, whether they be elf, man, dwarf, hobbit, or other wise. Her spell over man, wasn't one of magic, but of charm and beauty. People were very interested in her, because she was unlike other elves. She had wild and adventurous feeling to her. She always brought a feeling of life and difference to the courts of men when she visited. Although she did have magic, she new not how to use it.
All three of them were the best of friends; only, Legolas and Dia had much rivalry. It was all in good fun, and very evened out. Legolas was better at archery and twin blades; while Dia was better at swordsmanship and riding. Arwen was the graceful one, who enjoyed laughing at them when they did something stupid, and being able to do it better; she was also the one to settle rows between the two, evenly. Without her there, the two would wreak havoc.
Sixty years went by and Dia decided she was tired of her usual life; she wanted to go out exploring. She wanted to train her magic and better use it. To do so, she had to better her senses and abilities. She needed to learn the twin blade. She was as good as she was going to get at archery by now; so the blade is all she needed to learn.
Meaning she had to - hesitantly, but still - ask Legolas for help. She had to admit, he certainly had matured over the past few years; but still thought he might try to rub it in her face. (They were no 170 - to see how old they look, take off the last digit, and that is how old they look in man years. They stop aging at 300; and start again at 4,000.) He wasn't as arrogant, though he still was; but just as much a rival.
"Of course I will, I wouldn't want you to die on my account, besides, Arwen is no good at sword play." He winked, "And I just love you too much to not."
"Yes, but I'm not your baby sister to protect, and anyways, I've no need of protection.
"That's what you think," he smiled his charmingly devious smile. "I'll protect you if I want; it's my job as a blood friend."
(A long time ago, when the three of them were 50, they made cut on their wrists and joined blood.)
"So, when do you want to start?"
"Now if possible," she said walking with him back to her room.
"You want to be rid of us so soon?"
"Oh don't say that, you know I don't. I adore it here, and every thing about it. I just, I just want to master my powers before they master me."
"I know."
They walked into her room and she picked up her outfit she had set aside. "Hmm, hmm.." she cleared her throat.
"Oh, right, sorry." He turned around.
"I just don't see why you have to leave now; or why I can't come with you."
"It might be too dangerous," she stated simply as he scoffed. "The heir to the throne of Mirkwood cannot die before he claims the throne."
"So it's okay for you, a queen, to die, but not me?"
"No, but, I do have magic." She paused. "And I'm not a queen," she finished stubbornly. "Besides, I want to surprise you."
"Okay. I'll take the latter."
"Okay let's go."
He turned around. "Wait. isn't that mine," he said indicating the outfit.
"Correction, it used to be yours. You tower of me now," he smiled at this, "and you grew out of it." She grabbed her blades, "Let's go."
They went to the stables and got their horses. They rode over to their challenge place by the lake. Jumping off their horses, Vanesse and Beau sped away. Legolas sat down on a large rock, "Okay, show me what you can do; the target is behind you."
She pulled the blades out and threw them at the target, completely missing it. Surprisingly enough Legolas didn't laugh. "Okay, we a have a lot of work to do." He jumped up and went to retrieve her blades. "You have no technique, and no sense of aim."
She wasn't offended by this, it was very true. "That's probably why I am so horrible at archery too, and very good at riding and swordsmanship. All you do in sword play is swing a hunk of metal."
He laughed, "Give yourself a bit more credit. Your hand eye and hand foot coordination is very good."
He sheathed the blades on her back. He stood right behind her, his body against hers. He placed his hands on the outside of hers. "Let's use that to help you with this," he whispered in her ear. She could feel his hot breath on the back of her neck, and it was comforting.
He reached her hands back to her blades. In one swift movement he had made her throw it. "Now you try it with the other hand." She look at the one already thrown, it was in the dead center of the target, tip first. He kept his hand on hers as she reached back, and tried to throw it in the same motion. She watched as if flew... as it flew toward a person. He ducked out of the way just in time. It was Thaurfac.
"He looked up from the ground at her with giant eyes, she rushed over to him as Legolas started laughing. "You almost killed me!" he said surprised.
"It serves you right, sneaking up on us like that," Legolas laughed out, smacking his knees in laughter.
"I know," said Dia, "I'm really sorry, I didn't mean to."
"You should have seen the look on your face," Legolas said, obviously still laughing, near tears. A smile crept onto Dia's face, as she remembered all the pranks Thaurfac had pulled on Legolas when they were younger. "All- all those times, that look, almost makes, all those times worth it," said the delirious Legolas.
Thaurfac stood up with a hand from Dia. "Father just wanted to know where you two were off to. I'll let him know that you'll be out late tonight."
"Tell him I am teaching Dia the twin blades; also tell him she is getting better."
He scoffed as he ran off. By that time the sun was high up in the sky. "That sun sure is beating down; it sure is dreadfully hot," she said with an added smile.
"Legolas laughed at her statement- elves don't feel the heat of the sun or the coldness of snow. "Well then, how would you feel about going for a swim?"
"I thought you'd never ask."
"Yes, so I figured," he mumbled.
She grabbed him by the hand and pulled him to the rocky steps up to the waterfall. She started first by pulling off her tunic, and then her pants, but left on her shirt. She climbed up the steep rocks. Legolas was still undressing by the time she was to the top. Without any thought, she dove clumsily into the water. When she finally came up for a breath Legolas was no where to be found. Then all of the sudden, she heard yelling. She looked up just in time to him run off the waterfall. Once in the water her came up behind her and dunked her under.
They had been splashing and jumping around for around two hours when something they didn't expect to happen, did. Thaurfac was standing there, laughing, with their clothes in his hands.
"You know, you should never laugh at someone, and then leave your clothes unattended." He looked at Dia, "I'm sorry love, but if I leave your clothes he might take them, I'll have to take them too."
"Yes, but you see, I all I have is this shirt, and my undergarments. Do you think you could trade me my shirt for pants?"
"Yes, but only because you helped me up, and you're just so darn cute." He winked. "I'll leave them up here so they can be dry, throw me your shirt."
She did. He left the ants sitting on the big rock Legolas had sat on before, as he skipped away laughing. A few moments later they decided to get out and practice more.
"Let's try this once more, maybe this time without interruptions."
She fixed her blades on her back and got into line with the target. He stood against her once more, his bare skin on hers, his breath on her neck. Dia had chills running down her spine. He reached hr hands to grab the blades. One swift moment and it was where it went the first time he threw it. She tried to do the same, it hit the edge of the target on the, sharp, side of the blade and stuck.
They practiced until the sun was set, and got no further than they were before. Every time it landed on its side. "Come on Legolas, the sun is set, we can go back now." She whistled loudly, and within minutes the two horses can running toward them. They both jumped on effortlessly, and rode off. She took down her hair and threw her arms out to the sides. Her eyes were closed as she spoke. "I feel like I could fly."
Legolas looked over at her and smiled, she gave him a warm feeling inside. "Try it," she said laughing.
He closed his eyes and put his arms out to his side. The wind blew over his bare skin and he felt magical, almost like. almost like he could fly. She was watching him do it and bade him to feel the same way she did; like an eagle, high in the sky.
They got off their horses before they got back, so as to be less noticeable. They decided to go up to her room first; she could give him a shirt. Her room was on the tower Teliâ. The only reason why they decided to go to her room first, is because none of the other rooms on that tower had a southwestern exposure, and because it had a large tree that you could climb up to it.
She climbed up first and him shortly after her. Just as he got over a voice called from down below. "Feé, is that you? What are you doing?" It was Dominic.
"Um. yeah, it's me, I just went for a swim and couldn't find my clothes in the dark; I am improperly dressed. So I decided to come up this way."
"Oh, okay, well be careful."
"Okay, I will."
She looked back at Legolas as if to scream. A few minuets later they started tlking again. "I am going to miss doing these things with you," he said, with a sad, but devious- always devious- grin.
"Come here," she motioned for him. Once he was closer she wrapped her arms around his neck, embracing him. "I wont be gone that long," she whispered, "and even if I am, nothing will change." He wrapped his arms around her. "We will always be friends forever." She held him tighter. "Besides, I can't leave just yet, we should do what damage we can while our better half isn't here."
A small laugh escaped from his lips. "So it's a promise, friends forever, no matter where your travels take you."
"Or yours"
"Or mine," he pulled back, with his hands on her shoulders, staring into her eyes. "Meet me tomorrow at dawn by the water fall, and we'll make it official." She smiled and nodded as she turned to get him a shirt. "Is there anything else, anything I need to bring, or anything?"
"Yes," he took the shirt and pulled it down over his head, "a white dress, make it a little fancy." He stepped out the door, and before he turned to go he said, "Remember, at dawn."
"At dawn," she repeated.
She had someone wake her up just before dawn.
When she woke up, she immediately got dressed in her dress, and pt her head band on. Her dress showed the tops of her arms and shoulders, and was a little low cut, but very graceful. She had no breakfast. Silently, she made her way down to the stables.
Beau (her black mare, with with mane) was waiting expectantly for her. As she rode into the forest her dress billowed out behind her. Legolas was waiting for her by the waterfall. She jumped down and came to stand in front of him and Beau rode off into the forest.
He took her hands cupped in his and held them close to his chest. "Are you ready?" She nodded with a smile. He kept just one of her hands in his, and led her into the forest. A whole area was set up, a book and a candle. He swallowed hard, "Now, I'm going to have to kiss you. Is it okay?"
The way he was acting, nervous, made her smile. He was starting to blush and his palms were getting sweaty. "It's fine," she laughed.
"It's what the book says." He paused looking at her. "We should start." How he wished he could get into her head; just figure out what she was thinking. What he didn't know is that she was thinking the same thing. He pulled out a dagger from its satchel. "We need to cut our hands, and mix our blood. You know like what we did with Arwen."
"Yeah"
He cut his hands open and handed the dagger to her. Once she cut her hands open, he put the dagger away. They entwined fingers and the blood mixed. "Okay, here's the awkward part."
"Only if we make it be," she stated wisely, with, of course, a smile.
He leaned forward; they both closed their eyes just before their lips met. Right as they did so, they both go zapped, or rather shocked. Neither of them knew what had happened, so they just decided to continue. "I need your help with this." He held up the candle. She smiled softly and blew on it just as gently. They way it lit, looks just as if it was blow out, except backwards. They had finished.
"If we hurry, we can make it to breakfast," Legolas said enthusiastically.
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In The Beginning Chapter 1
She was smiling in spite of herself. This was one of her favorite past times: giving the prince nightmares. She wasn't a witch, no, but she had powers others didn't. After a while she decided he was boring her and she went back to her room.
The next morning at breakfast she sat down next to him with a large, satisfied, smile on her face. "Good morning Prince Legolas," she said with a false, respectful bow. "How did you sleep last night?"
"Quite well actually, I dreamed you were being chased around by a large mountain troll," he smiled a devious smile.
She let out a small laugh. "Some how, I think it was you who was being chased by the troll."
His smile faded and he turned to his father. "Father, she's done it again, she haunted me last night."
"Little Bella, is this true?" asked the king.
She put on an innocent look. "Yes sir, but he pushed me into the lake yesterday, and it was only one dream, and I won't do it again, I promise."
The king shrugged, "You see, all's fair in love and war."
"Um... your majesty, would you happen to know when Princess Arwen will be here?" she asked anxiously, "I will be much nicer to Legolas once she's here."
"I saw her coming from the west, not a day's ride away."
Her eyes lit up. She jumped up in excitement and skipped off outside, but clumsily ran into Legolas's older brothers. "Good morning Brilmar, Thaurfac, Dominic."
"Good morning Feé," they laughed.
Arwen, Legolas and Vardaiawen (Bella, Feé, and Dia, are her nicknames) had gotten together every summer since they could ride horses. Now they were 110 (11 in man years.)
Vardaiawen didn't have and brothers or sisters, so they (Legolas and Arwen), and their siblings were her family. She didn't have a mother or father either, so Galadriel and Celeborn were her main caretakers. She was known is most all lands, mainly tales and legends. She traveled most everywhere. She was famous, or rather infamous, because she, just like Legolas, was a trouble maker. She never really seemed to get into trouble for the havoc she caused. She knew how to sweet talk her way out of every situation she had come across. And she knew how to make her way right into your heart.
She was as wild and as fast as the wind. Her confidence in every one and every thing was amazing. She was witty and courageous, but her arrogance was none. Males all fell under her spell, whether they be elf, man, dwarf, hobbit, or other wise. Her spell over man, wasn't one of magic, but of charm and beauty. People were very interested in her, because she was unlike other elves. She had wild and adventurous feeling to her. She always brought a feeling of life and difference to the courts of men when she visited. Although she did have magic, she new not how to use it.
All three of them were the best of friends; only, Legolas and Dia had much rivalry. It was all in good fun, and very evened out. Legolas was better at archery and twin blades; while Dia was better at swordsmanship and riding. Arwen was the graceful one, who enjoyed laughing at them when they did something stupid, and being able to do it better; she was also the one to settle rows between the two, evenly. Without her there, the two would wreak havoc.
Sixty years went by and Dia decided she was tired of her usual life; she wanted to go out exploring. She wanted to train her magic and better use it. To do so, she had to better her senses and abilities. She needed to learn the twin blade. She was as good as she was going to get at archery by now; so the blade is all she needed to learn.
Meaning she had to - hesitantly, but still - ask Legolas for help. She had to admit, he certainly had matured over the past few years; but still thought he might try to rub it in her face. (They were no 170 - to see how old they look, take off the last digit, and that is how old they look in man years. They stop aging at 300; and start again at 4,000.) He wasn't as arrogant, though he still was; but just as much a rival.
"Of course I will, I wouldn't want you to die on my account, besides, Arwen is no good at sword play." He winked, "And I just love you too much to not."
"Yes, but I'm not your baby sister to protect, and anyways, I've no need of protection.
"That's what you think," he smiled his charmingly devious smile. "I'll protect you if I want; it's my job as a blood friend."
(A long time ago, when the three of them were 50, they made cut on their wrists and joined blood.)
"So, when do you want to start?"
"Now if possible," she said walking with him back to her room.
"You want to be rid of us so soon?"
"Oh don't say that, you know I don't. I adore it here, and every thing about it. I just, I just want to master my powers before they master me."
"I know."
They walked into her room and she picked up her outfit she had set aside. "Hmm, hmm.." she cleared her throat.
"Oh, right, sorry." He turned around.
"I just don't see why you have to leave now; or why I can't come with you."
"It might be too dangerous," she stated simply as he scoffed. "The heir to the throne of Mirkwood cannot die before he claims the throne."
"So it's okay for you, a queen, to die, but not me?"
"No, but, I do have magic." She paused. "And I'm not a queen," she finished stubbornly. "Besides, I want to surprise you."
"Okay. I'll take the latter."
"Okay let's go."
He turned around. "Wait. isn't that mine," he said indicating the outfit.
"Correction, it used to be yours. You tower of me now," he smiled at this, "and you grew out of it." She grabbed her blades, "Let's go."
They went to the stables and got their horses. They rode over to their challenge place by the lake. Jumping off their horses, Vanesse and Beau sped away. Legolas sat down on a large rock, "Okay, show me what you can do; the target is behind you."
She pulled the blades out and threw them at the target, completely missing it. Surprisingly enough Legolas didn't laugh. "Okay, we a have a lot of work to do." He jumped up and went to retrieve her blades. "You have no technique, and no sense of aim."
She wasn't offended by this, it was very true. "That's probably why I am so horrible at archery too, and very good at riding and swordsmanship. All you do in sword play is swing a hunk of metal."
He laughed, "Give yourself a bit more credit. Your hand eye and hand foot coordination is very good."
He sheathed the blades on her back. He stood right behind her, his body against hers. He placed his hands on the outside of hers. "Let's use that to help you with this," he whispered in her ear. She could feel his hot breath on the back of her neck, and it was comforting.
He reached her hands back to her blades. In one swift movement he had made her throw it. "Now you try it with the other hand." She look at the one already thrown, it was in the dead center of the target, tip first. He kept his hand on hers as she reached back, and tried to throw it in the same motion. She watched as if flew... as it flew toward a person. He ducked out of the way just in time. It was Thaurfac.
"He looked up from the ground at her with giant eyes, she rushed over to him as Legolas started laughing. "You almost killed me!" he said surprised.
"It serves you right, sneaking up on us like that," Legolas laughed out, smacking his knees in laughter.
"I know," said Dia, "I'm really sorry, I didn't mean to."
"You should have seen the look on your face," Legolas said, obviously still laughing, near tears. A smile crept onto Dia's face, as she remembered all the pranks Thaurfac had pulled on Legolas when they were younger. "All- all those times, that look, almost makes, all those times worth it," said the delirious Legolas.
Thaurfac stood up with a hand from Dia. "Father just wanted to know where you two were off to. I'll let him know that you'll be out late tonight."
"Tell him I am teaching Dia the twin blades; also tell him she is getting better."
He scoffed as he ran off. By that time the sun was high up in the sky. "That sun sure is beating down; it sure is dreadfully hot," she said with an added smile.
"Legolas laughed at her statement- elves don't feel the heat of the sun or the coldness of snow. "Well then, how would you feel about going for a swim?"
"I thought you'd never ask."
"Yes, so I figured," he mumbled.
She grabbed him by the hand and pulled him to the rocky steps up to the waterfall. She started first by pulling off her tunic, and then her pants, but left on her shirt. She climbed up the steep rocks. Legolas was still undressing by the time she was to the top. Without any thought, she dove clumsily into the water. When she finally came up for a breath Legolas was no where to be found. Then all of the sudden, she heard yelling. She looked up just in time to him run off the waterfall. Once in the water her came up behind her and dunked her under.
They had been splashing and jumping around for around two hours when something they didn't expect to happen, did. Thaurfac was standing there, laughing, with their clothes in his hands.
"You know, you should never laugh at someone, and then leave your clothes unattended." He looked at Dia, "I'm sorry love, but if I leave your clothes he might take them, I'll have to take them too."
"Yes, but you see, I all I have is this shirt, and my undergarments. Do you think you could trade me my shirt for pants?"
"Yes, but only because you helped me up, and you're just so darn cute." He winked. "I'll leave them up here so they can be dry, throw me your shirt."
She did. He left the ants sitting on the big rock Legolas had sat on before, as he skipped away laughing. A few moments later they decided to get out and practice more.
"Let's try this once more, maybe this time without interruptions."
She fixed her blades on her back and got into line with the target. He stood against her once more, his bare skin on hers, his breath on her neck. Dia had chills running down her spine. He reached hr hands to grab the blades. One swift moment and it was where it went the first time he threw it. She tried to do the same, it hit the edge of the target on the, sharp, side of the blade and stuck.
They practiced until the sun was set, and got no further than they were before. Every time it landed on its side. "Come on Legolas, the sun is set, we can go back now." She whistled loudly, and within minutes the two horses can running toward them. They both jumped on effortlessly, and rode off. She took down her hair and threw her arms out to the sides. Her eyes were closed as she spoke. "I feel like I could fly."
Legolas looked over at her and smiled, she gave him a warm feeling inside. "Try it," she said laughing.
He closed his eyes and put his arms out to his side. The wind blew over his bare skin and he felt magical, almost like. almost like he could fly. She was watching him do it and bade him to feel the same way she did; like an eagle, high in the sky.
They got off their horses before they got back, so as to be less noticeable. They decided to go up to her room first; she could give him a shirt. Her room was on the tower Teliâ. The only reason why they decided to go to her room first, is because none of the other rooms on that tower had a southwestern exposure, and because it had a large tree that you could climb up to it.
She climbed up first and him shortly after her. Just as he got over a voice called from down below. "Feé, is that you? What are you doing?" It was Dominic.
"Um. yeah, it's me, I just went for a swim and couldn't find my clothes in the dark; I am improperly dressed. So I decided to come up this way."
"Oh, okay, well be careful."
"Okay, I will."
She looked back at Legolas as if to scream. A few minuets later they started tlking again. "I am going to miss doing these things with you," he said, with a sad, but devious- always devious- grin.
"Come here," she motioned for him. Once he was closer she wrapped her arms around his neck, embracing him. "I wont be gone that long," she whispered, "and even if I am, nothing will change." He wrapped his arms around her. "We will always be friends forever." She held him tighter. "Besides, I can't leave just yet, we should do what damage we can while our better half isn't here."
A small laugh escaped from his lips. "So it's a promise, friends forever, no matter where your travels take you."
"Or yours"
"Or mine," he pulled back, with his hands on her shoulders, staring into her eyes. "Meet me tomorrow at dawn by the water fall, and we'll make it official." She smiled and nodded as she turned to get him a shirt. "Is there anything else, anything I need to bring, or anything?"
"Yes," he took the shirt and pulled it down over his head, "a white dress, make it a little fancy." He stepped out the door, and before he turned to go he said, "Remember, at dawn."
"At dawn," she repeated.
She had someone wake her up just before dawn.
When she woke up, she immediately got dressed in her dress, and pt her head band on. Her dress showed the tops of her arms and shoulders, and was a little low cut, but very graceful. She had no breakfast. Silently, she made her way down to the stables.
Beau (her black mare, with with mane) was waiting expectantly for her. As she rode into the forest her dress billowed out behind her. Legolas was waiting for her by the waterfall. She jumped down and came to stand in front of him and Beau rode off into the forest.
He took her hands cupped in his and held them close to his chest. "Are you ready?" She nodded with a smile. He kept just one of her hands in his, and led her into the forest. A whole area was set up, a book and a candle. He swallowed hard, "Now, I'm going to have to kiss you. Is it okay?"
The way he was acting, nervous, made her smile. He was starting to blush and his palms were getting sweaty. "It's fine," she laughed.
"It's what the book says." He paused looking at her. "We should start." How he wished he could get into her head; just figure out what she was thinking. What he didn't know is that she was thinking the same thing. He pulled out a dagger from its satchel. "We need to cut our hands, and mix our blood. You know like what we did with Arwen."
"Yeah"
He cut his hands open and handed the dagger to her. Once she cut her hands open, he put the dagger away. They entwined fingers and the blood mixed. "Okay, here's the awkward part."
"Only if we make it be," she stated wisely, with, of course, a smile.
He leaned forward; they both closed their eyes just before their lips met. Right as they did so, they both go zapped, or rather shocked. Neither of them knew what had happened, so they just decided to continue. "I need your help with this." He held up the candle. She smiled softly and blew on it just as gently. They way it lit, looks just as if it was blow out, except backwards. They had finished.
"If we hurry, we can make it to breakfast," Legolas said enthusiastically.