Taraween
DisclaimerAll I've got is 3 clones and a couple of she elves of
undetermined parentage.
ANall right just so you all know this is before the fellowship. Also I was rereading me other stuff and realized that my time line was messed up so I'm going back and changing some stuff so if you get confused later go back and reread the first chap. Also if any one can give me a proven age for Legolas I would really appreciate it. Cause otherwise I'm just going to make him older than my character.
And now for something completely different.
2 months later.
" I cannot believe that Atar is still making me do this" Thought Legolas despondently as he stood behind his father while Thranduil made his way through the crowd.
Legolas had spent the past few months in the parties sent out to welcome Ennirea. Though she seemed to be taking her time getting back to her blood kin. In fact he had even started to be grateful to her because it meant he could legitimately stay away from his father and the she elves he seemed intent on introducing him to.
Legolas being absorbed in his own thoughts of escape nearly bumped into his father as Thranduil stopped to introduce him to yet another eligible madian. Legolas went through the normal polite small talk required for such occasions without even looking. But as he bent down to kiss the elf's hand he noticed the mud-stained hem of this now suddenly interesting elf. As he looked up he noticed the slight smudge of dirt on her cheek and her twig entangled black hair. As he turned to follow his father back down the aisle he struggled to remember the name that he had almost missed. It came to him as he sat down to the feast, Taraween. She wasn't dazzlingly beautiful as his grandmother was but she was pretty and showed far more sprit than the others did, and maybe just maybe it would keep his father off his back for a little while. He scanned the room form his place at the high table looking for her twig-infested hair. He found her sitting near the door next to several elves that he couldn't put a name to.
A time later after the dancing had started Legolas left his seat to find Taraween. He caught her as she was slipping out the door.
"Excuse Me," he said placing his hand on her arm. There was a surprised gasp as his hand touched her. She turned with a blank expression on her face that lightened slightly as she saw who it was.
"Would you like to dance?" he asked. She hesitated a moment before placing her hand on his arm.
"You realize of course that I was attempting to escape?" Taraween said jokingly
"Well then I guess I should show you the side door I always use later." Legolas said smiling as he led them toward the dance floor. They danced in silence for a few minutes before Legolas before he led them outside.
At this point Taraween thought it would be best if she told him of her plans to never marry. Legolas laughed saying "Good for I have no intention of marrying either. I would much prefer it if you would just be my friend." Taraween sighed in relief. "Well mellomin what do we do now?" "Well I was hoping that we could stay out here and talk for a while. Also I wondered if you mind deciving my father so that he might leave me alone on the subject of marriage. Taraween through back her head and laughed. Startling Legolas it was a rare sound for him, he was far more used to the high-pitched giggles associated with most of the women he had met in his life. "Only if you do the same for me." Taraween said after she had recovered. "Agreed" Legolas, said bursting into relived laughter. They spent much of the night talking and laughing, and for the first time in a long time Legolas did not look forward to the journey in to the forest.
That morning as Legolas and the rest of the welcoming party were going out his father gave him a knowing wink and Legolas was forced to control his laughter. Then he and his fellow ventured into the forest toward the appointed spot near the path through the Greenwood. When they reached the campground they sent off the elves that had been waiting before them and set out the new provisions and settled in for a long wait. As darkness fell upon the wood lively songs began and a fire lit. Suddenly everyone froze as a strange elf stepped into the circle of light. Legolas was startled out of his inner musings by her black hair that blazed with red in the firelight and seemed almost to float behind her despite the battle braids she had pulled it into, and her green eyes were almost black in the firelight. The strangest thing of all however was her clothing. She was dressed as a ranger of the north with dark green leather leggings, boots, and a coat that hung to the ground all of witch looked as if they had never been taken off. Her bow was a beautiful pale wood that had been intricately carved and strapped to her back with a quiver and two elven daggers. As she shifted the hilt of an elven sword peaked from underneath her jacket. Legolas started as her gaze fixed itself on him, He shook it off as he rose and extended his arm in greeting. "Welcome Ennairea, I am Legolas Prince of Mirkwood. We had expected you sooner.
AN and we're back to the beginning. Weather the next chapter is posted is up to you. I will probably have it done tomorrow. Though I might have to lock up my clones to get it done. Well maybe not. (Orli in chains. Drool..)
ANall right just so you all know this is before the fellowship. Also I was rereading me other stuff and realized that my time line was messed up so I'm going back and changing some stuff so if you get confused later go back and reread the first chap. Also if any one can give me a proven age for Legolas I would really appreciate it. Cause otherwise I'm just going to make him older than my character.
And now for something completely different.
2 months later.
" I cannot believe that Atar is still making me do this" Thought Legolas despondently as he stood behind his father while Thranduil made his way through the crowd.
Legolas had spent the past few months in the parties sent out to welcome Ennirea. Though she seemed to be taking her time getting back to her blood kin. In fact he had even started to be grateful to her because it meant he could legitimately stay away from his father and the she elves he seemed intent on introducing him to.
Legolas being absorbed in his own thoughts of escape nearly bumped into his father as Thranduil stopped to introduce him to yet another eligible madian. Legolas went through the normal polite small talk required for such occasions without even looking. But as he bent down to kiss the elf's hand he noticed the mud-stained hem of this now suddenly interesting elf. As he looked up he noticed the slight smudge of dirt on her cheek and her twig entangled black hair. As he turned to follow his father back down the aisle he struggled to remember the name that he had almost missed. It came to him as he sat down to the feast, Taraween. She wasn't dazzlingly beautiful as his grandmother was but she was pretty and showed far more sprit than the others did, and maybe just maybe it would keep his father off his back for a little while. He scanned the room form his place at the high table looking for her twig-infested hair. He found her sitting near the door next to several elves that he couldn't put a name to.
A time later after the dancing had started Legolas left his seat to find Taraween. He caught her as she was slipping out the door.
"Excuse Me," he said placing his hand on her arm. There was a surprised gasp as his hand touched her. She turned with a blank expression on her face that lightened slightly as she saw who it was.
"Would you like to dance?" he asked. She hesitated a moment before placing her hand on his arm.
"You realize of course that I was attempting to escape?" Taraween said jokingly
"Well then I guess I should show you the side door I always use later." Legolas said smiling as he led them toward the dance floor. They danced in silence for a few minutes before Legolas before he led them outside.
At this point Taraween thought it would be best if she told him of her plans to never marry. Legolas laughed saying "Good for I have no intention of marrying either. I would much prefer it if you would just be my friend." Taraween sighed in relief. "Well mellomin what do we do now?" "Well I was hoping that we could stay out here and talk for a while. Also I wondered if you mind deciving my father so that he might leave me alone on the subject of marriage. Taraween through back her head and laughed. Startling Legolas it was a rare sound for him, he was far more used to the high-pitched giggles associated with most of the women he had met in his life. "Only if you do the same for me." Taraween said after she had recovered. "Agreed" Legolas, said bursting into relived laughter. They spent much of the night talking and laughing, and for the first time in a long time Legolas did not look forward to the journey in to the forest.
That morning as Legolas and the rest of the welcoming party were going out his father gave him a knowing wink and Legolas was forced to control his laughter. Then he and his fellow ventured into the forest toward the appointed spot near the path through the Greenwood. When they reached the campground they sent off the elves that had been waiting before them and set out the new provisions and settled in for a long wait. As darkness fell upon the wood lively songs began and a fire lit. Suddenly everyone froze as a strange elf stepped into the circle of light. Legolas was startled out of his inner musings by her black hair that blazed with red in the firelight and seemed almost to float behind her despite the battle braids she had pulled it into, and her green eyes were almost black in the firelight. The strangest thing of all however was her clothing. She was dressed as a ranger of the north with dark green leather leggings, boots, and a coat that hung to the ground all of witch looked as if they had never been taken off. Her bow was a beautiful pale wood that had been intricately carved and strapped to her back with a quiver and two elven daggers. As she shifted the hilt of an elven sword peaked from underneath her jacket. Legolas started as her gaze fixed itself on him, He shook it off as he rose and extended his arm in greeting. "Welcome Ennairea, I am Legolas Prince of Mirkwood. We had expected you sooner.
AN and we're back to the beginning. Weather the next chapter is posted is up to you. I will probably have it done tomorrow. Though I might have to lock up my clones to get it done. Well maybe not. (Orli in chains. Drool..)