Longing for More

Longing
for More

Author: Stephie
P. aka thesilenshenshi/kiramekian>

Contact:
thesilentsenshi@hotmail.com

Pairings:
Legolas/Haldir (Eventually)

Rating: PG for
now, eventually R

Summary:style="mso-spacerun: yes">  Legolas feels the sea longing stronger
than ever.  What will it take to
keep him in Middle Earth?  And how
can the former Marchwarden of Lothlorien help?

Disclaimer:style="mso-spacerun: yes">  I don't own them, just dream about
them.

Archive: Sure,
just ask.

Reviews:style="mso-spacerun: yes">  Pretty pretty please with Elves on top.

Notes:style=o-spo-spacerun: yes">  This is irstirst slash series, so be
nice. ^_^  Also it was inspired by
the fic A River's Tale.  I can't
remember the author's name, but the story can be found at galadhrim.net.style="mso-spacerun: yes">  I don't plan on getting into a romantic
relationship between Hal & 'Las right away, not for another few chapters at
least(maybe more).  So no action
for awhile.  :( They have to become
friends first. :)  I have the next
chapter all planned out, but beyond that I'm not really sure.style="mso-spacerun: yes">  Suggestions are always welcome.style="mso-spacerun: yes">&n Also, this is more a sidojecoject at
the moment, since I'm working on another series as well.style="mso-spacerun: yes">  So don't expect really really fast
chapters (unless my muse tells me otherwise.)  I also try to stick to canon as best as I can, so feel free
to tell me if I make any major mistakes. 

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Prologue: Sea Longing

Legolas gazed out into
the vast blue that was the Anduin, his keen eyes searching in vain for even the
faintest glimmer of the Sea beyond. 
He shielded his bright blue eyes from the unyielding rays of the
sun.  Sighing he lay back staring
into the cloud filled sky.

'I really should be
working...  it's not fair to leave
all of my work to the other members of my council.    He sd. 
'I've been remiss in my duties lately.  But I can't help it. 
The Sea calls to me insessantly, whispering promises of a life of peace
and tranquility amongst my kin in Valinor.&nbs/spa/span>It grows stronger with every day that passes. How much
longer will I last before the pull becomes too strong.style="mso-spacerun: yes">  Will the need be so great that I will
need to break my promise to Aragorn? 
I have not broken a promise in all my long life, and I surely will not
do so know.  But still, he will
surely live for at least another 100 years, perhaps longer. style="mso-spacerun: yes"> Will I be able to live my life like this
for another hundred years? 

It's only been a decade
since I first felt the sea longing and already I'm out of sorts.style="spacspacerun: yes">  I often wonder how my life would be if
I had not joined the fellowship upon Lord Elrond's request ten years ago.style="mso-spacerun: yes">  Surely there were other, more worthy
Elves present at the time. 
Glorfindel of Gondolin, the Balrog slayer, for instance.style="mso-spacerun: yes">  an>Oan>Or even Elrond's own twin son's,
Elrohir and Elladan.  Why me, the
youngest prince of Mirkw  If I
had not joined the quest, would I have remained happily beneath the eaves of
Mirkwood.  Would Mirkwood even
still exist?

I like to think I played
some small role in the outcome of the war, though the entire fellowship knows
that it's Aragorn and Frodo who were the real heroes back then.style="mso-spacerun: yes">  I'm glad I was able to support them
through such dangerous times. 
Truth be told there were many times I didn't think I would live to see
the outcome. 

Now look at me, ten
years later.  Lord of Ithilien and
advisor to King Elessar.  I still
can't believe the elves here named me, of all people, their Lord.style="mso-spacerun: yes">  I do not feel worthy of such a title,
though I've tried my best to live up to it.  Although these past few years, I've been proving my former
theory true, unfortunately.  Yet
still, they all support me, a humble prince of Mirkwood.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> 

If you had told me I'd
be overseeing a land and peoples just a century ago I would have laughed at the
notion.  As third and youngest son
of King Thranduil it would have taken nothing short of a tragedy that would
cause me to take the throne.  Yet,
here I am, an unworthy lord of the noble Silvan and Sindar Elves who took up
residence in Ithilien shortly after the war.  I worked hard to prove their faith in me well-founded,
despite my floundering these past few years.  The settlement is flourishing and I find myself at a loss of
what to do now.  I feel I've done
my part and am no longer needed here. 
Perhaps it would be best if I took sail to the Undying Lands.style="mso-spacerues"es">  I would have done so long ago but for
the oath I made to Elessar at the end of the war, promising I'd remain until
his death.  That is all that binds
me to Middle Earth now.'

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Darkness has fallen
about the golden figure who had spent yet another lonely afternoon and evening
by the river waiting for something, though he knew not what.style="mso-spacerun: yes">  He slowly sat up and looked upon the
sparkling water one last time. 

'I yearn to leave these
shores, but my promise and duties force me to remain.  It is a good life I have led up to this point, and yet, I
find myself longing for more.' 

With that the lithe
figure slipped into the cloak of darkness heading back to his empty room and
lonely bed.

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End of Prologue

TBC...

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Background notes:style="mso-spac: ye: yes">  I'm unsure if Tolkien said Legolas
became the lord of Ithilien, or if he was just an elf living there.style="mso-spacerun: yes">  For the purposes of this story I'm
assuming he was placed in charge. 
^_^

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Should I continue... or
not?