Legolas' Love Lost

In truth, she was an adopted child, from a land known as Earth. At the tender age of 16, she magically appeared, dropping from the sky, outside the gates of Minas Tiith. The guards who found her, struck by her heart breaking beauty, immediately took her to Aragorn. It was, but a moment's decision for him, to decide to adopt this fair maiden, as Arwen and him desperately longed for a child. After two days, Raven had won the hearts of all in Gandalf with her graceful symphony of style, and gracious manner. Her enchanting voice, and gentle loving heart, gained the approval of all who were honored to listen to her.

Raven left behind her, a tragic past of abusive parents. Who oft times told her, her sister Serenity Melody Jade, was far more beautiful than her. Such tragedy was very hard to bear for the poor, young girl. Cruelty beyond comprehension.

One eve, Raven was surrounded by three of her best friends. Her wisdom had already gained both Ciafaith and Amethyst, each a proposal of marriage from two Elven Lords. Ciafaith was to wed Lord Menthol on the morrow, followed the next day by Amethyst's wedding to Lord Nicotine. While it was true, both of the girls couldn't compete with Raven. Not being daughters of Aragorn, they were only princesses of the Kingdom of Kingdom Name Here. (This is actually a very well known Kingdom. Unfortunately, since Frodo didn't much care for them, they aren't mentioned anywhere in either the books, or the movies based off them.) They were pretty in their own way. Ciafaith, with glossy ebony locks, and emeraldine eyes; Amethyst, with flaxen locks of gold, and piercing sapphire eyes. And both had only fairly passable tragic histories, being beaten daily by their cruel and vicious stepfathers. The third, Shaen, had not yet been contracted in marriage. It was whispered of her, that she only occasionally came to court for unknown reasons. Though the poor girl, was in truth, no match in looks to Raven, since Shaen was of a very small stature. Her hair and eyes, an ordinary shade of brown. Most certainly, she had no despairing history, because her parents were just ordinary folk who loved their daughter.

The three young women were strolling down the corridor of the Castle, on their way to the gardens. Each and every man, they passed by, was struck dumb by the perfection that was Raven. A few won her glance, and promptly passed out, falling to the floor in a swoon.

Stepping over one young man, Shaen said, "Don't you ever get tired of tripping over these guys, Raven?"

Shaking her head, the action itself causing her honey tipped, silverfish curls to dance, as if in a ballet. Raven replied, "No, my dear Shaen, these poor gentleman cannot help themselves. I understand how hard it is to control oneself, in my presence." Her laughter was the crystal sounds of bells swaying gently in the breeze.

Both Ciafaith and Amethyst giggled behind their hands at how witty Raven was.

As they approached the door to the outside, two of the elves started a duel for the honor of opening the door for Raven. Watching the brave heroics of the two men, Raven clasped her hands to her picture perfect bosom. It took the more handsome elf only five seconds, to beat his, less physically pleasing, opponent. As one lay dead in a pool of his own blood, the winner stepped forward hurriedly, to open the door for Raven. After she walked through, the cleaning elf came running, to wipe the bloody handprint left on the door. It also carted the body away, and returned to mop the floor. What it was mumbling the whole time, was anybody's guess.

In the garden, stood twenty elven men, each more impressive, noble and well-proportioned than the one beside him. Still they could not dream of being worthy of the fair Raven. Even in knowing this, they argued amongst themselves for the right to escort Raven down the steps to the fountain.

The very next day, all were present to witness the wedding of Lord Menthol and Ciafaith. After the ceremony, everyone gathered to watch the tournament of archery and other feats of daring do.

Excitement flutter in Raven's breast when she first saw him. She knew Legolas was the man of her dreams. The one who would take away all of the pain in her young life. He would ease her sorrow, and love her forever. She knew he was her destiny. He was her match in perfection.

The golden fall of his hair, framed manly elven features. They drew her eyes, to gaze fascinated upon him. His slender fingers pushed back a few stray locks, before he focused on the target. He knocked the arrow to the bow and pulled back, releasing his hold on the fletching. The arrow flew through the air to hit the target dead center.

Of course, Raven was to participate in the tournament. Though it was against the rules for a woman to compete. An exception was made for one of her very special nature. She put the arrow to the bow, each elegant motion of her delicate hand held the crowd enthralled. She freed the arrow from the bow. The arrow sang proudly through the air, because it had never known the touch of such a paragon of sainthood. When it hit true to the target, it sliced Legolas' arrow in half. The force of its' flight sent the arrow clear through its' target, and into the one behind it. Thus, also cutting Aragorn's arrow in half. The gathered crowd around them, erupted in screaming cheers, chanting Raven's name.

Though she had never used a bow and arrow in her life; her skill was unsurpassed by any in this land. She had won, but then she knew she would. She humbly accepted the praise of the crowd, a pink blush staining her cheeks to a glowing rosiness

Shaen tugged at the sleeve of Raven's violet, brocade gown to get her attention. The folds of the material were decorated with rare 10 carat orchid diamonds. They glittered with each movement of Raven's lithe body. The silken shade of soft purple velvet, matched to perfection, the violaceous hue of her eyes. Delicate, heliotrope tinted lace, lined the edges of the cuffs.. The low scoop of the neckline, also trimmed in amethyst tinged lace, showcased an 80 carat, plum hued diamond surrounded by many smaller 10 carats bluish red diamonds. The gemstone nestled very gratefully between Raven's soft mounds of flesh.

Distracted, Raven whispered to Shaen, "It is he. The Prince LEGOLAS. The one who has won my heart. My one true love."

"Yeah, he's the HAWTEST!!!11!! But, Raven, don't you know the prophecy?"

"Prophecy? What prophecy, Shaen?"

"It was foretold, that one day, a woman of unsurpassed loveliness, with flawless allure, and unparalleled accomplishments would come among us from a strange, far away land. Only she, of the purest innocence, could save Seruman from his evil ways. It would be her noble task to win his heart, and turn it away from the darkness. And save Middle Earth from complete destruction."

"Yes, that would be me." Raven said, tearing her gaze from Legolas. Raven felt her heart break, knowing Legolas was lost to her. The agony of that was almost too much for her precious heart to bear. Yet knowing she must save Sarumen, strengthened her resolve to fulfill the prophecy. No matter the cost to herself. Sadly, yet with light step, knowing the greater good of her destiny, Raven walked slowly towards the grove of trees that led to the Blacky Tower.

Watching her, Shaen just shook her head. Quietly, she walked over Legolas.

Pausing in the middle of his task, he eyed her. "So you managed it again?"

With a grin, Shaen winked at him. "Yeah, and this time, you owe me one.. That's the fifth one, I've gotten rid of this month for you, Legolas"

The illusion, born of magic, surrounding Shaen dropped as Legolas said, "You're a true friend, Frodo, a true friend."