Love Hate and Everything in Between
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Love Hate and Everything in Between
Hey! Okay now that I have your attention . . . I’m not going to bother you with a long authors note. I just want to say that is my first post ever, I writer a lot but I’ve never gotten the courage to post. I just want to clarify that a lot the main character has the same name as I THIS IS NOT A MARY SUE! She is entirely original I just though the name fit! So enjoy I have like 18 chapters of this thing already written but I’m going to post them bit by bit and not all at once as I am still in the process of editing. This story is un beated . . . that’s all I think except for the technical stuff, Read and Review please!
Disclaimer: The original characters are mine (no borrowing without asking please) but the world of Tolkin and his characters are entirely his own. This is for fun only and nor for any profit.
Summary: Legolas has a chance to fix something he destroyed before the left for the War of the Ring. Will love and fate prevail or will he just fade away and follow the one he killed?
Pairing: Legolas/OC Arwen/Aragorn and a number of other original pairings
Love Hate and Everything in Between
By Laurwen SilverFox
Chapter One
Remembrance
She looked toward the night sky. He had left over two years ago; telling her the love she thought they held was just pretend, then fled for Rivendell. Years before she give her heart to him and she had thought that he had as well. When he told he that night he didn’t love her she never asked for her heart, her soul back, it was too broken to be returned. So now she sat a spiritless, heartbroken elf with no place to go.
She had heard little of his comings and goings over the past two years, only that he had represented the elves in the fellowship, participated in the Battle of Helms Deep, and he had seen the War of One Ring ended. And now it was reported that he was returning, he would be within the Northern Boarders in mere weeks. She did not know how to handle this information. Her face once full of laughter was now free of any happiness, her eyes once full of light, hope, and laughter were stripped bare. She remembered nothing but the pain. The grief was killing her, she knew it and those around her did as well. They figured she had were passing so painfully slow.
She had grown pale and thin; not eating much and praying for that day that she would fall asleep let the grief consume her soul, and never awaken. When he left she might have been able to get over her broken heart and maybe time might have healed her. But her brother had gone missing, after her parents passed years ago, her brother was all she had left in this world. When he had gone missing her world almost ended. Four weeks later he had been discovered killed, strewn with ork arrows while defending the forest, her world ended and Legolas was not there. Even if he had not been their in person, if had not told her that he did not love her, the knowledge of his love and faith in her might have been enough to see her through. But it was not there that life-sustaining love was not there. She formally gave up the day she saw her brothers dead body.
She was noble by birth, and had inherited her parent’s fortune and large estate. But the week after her brother’s death, she dismissed all the servants save a few who had been with her since birth. The once happy beautiful tree-twining mansion not sat cold and silent. She spent most of her time at the keep, the hall of records. For the she-elves in her family had always been of the highly respected keepers. The elves who record the history of the race, a position that all respected but few held. She buried herself in the books and the records to forget the reality of the moment. She could not fathom why Legolas had left her, she thought their love was true. But as he cruelly informed her it was nothing but pretend.
* Flashback*
He came looking for her in the small rose gardens outside her home, her brother had just gone missing and she had come out hear to think.
“They told me you would be out here Laurwenanna.” He said rather stiffly.
“Legolas.” She smiled at him and hugged his neck as he sat next to her, but he did not hug her back.
“Laurwenanna we need to talk.” He sighed moving out of her embrace.
“Legolas what is wrong? Why are you using my full name?” She asked worry tainting her inflection
“We need to stop this . . . to stop this pretending.” He breathed.
“Pretending what?” She asked worry replaced with steal.
“That this, us are relationship is real.” He stated finally.
“I was not aware that we were pretending.” She said coldly.
“Yes you did, we do not love each other.” He said.
Laurwen studied him intently her reason for the moment controlling her emotions, “Look me in the eyes and tell me you do not love me.”
Legolas turned and look her in her sliver eyes with a cold swiftness “I do not love you.”
Laurwen eyes filled with tears but it was not until after Legolas calmly walked away that she let them fall. She sank to the ground and cried until the sun rose in the sky.
*End Flashback*
Here She was once again on the same bench starting at the night sky, pondering his closeness. She would get through this; she would be strong for her own sake. There was nothing but her honor left and she would save it. There would be no tears for him.
*
Legolas shuddered at the memory of that night, that no seemed to be the only thing on his mid as they drew nearer to his home. The war was finally over he was returning home after dropping the hobbits off. They of course were being Aragorn, Gimli and himself. Originally planned on first returning to Rivendell, but upon running into a scout that told them Arwen and an assorted party of elves were heading to Mirkwood they promptly changed course.
Returning home thing was not making him anxious; it was the thought of seeing her again. The day he said those things had been a horrible one before that, between arguing with delegates, scouts, and others about meaningless topics, fighting off drooling elven maids, and just having an overall bad day he had a mother of all arguments with his father. They had fought about everything from him going to Rivendell, to the clothes he wore. Then after the argument his father had sat him down by this time Legolas was tired and not thinking, he allowed his father to convince him that he did not love Laurwen. He went right over to her house in a haze said those things to her and left. Only in the morning did the impact of what he had done hit him, and by that time there was no way to tell her how wrong he was, so he left her with that knowledge.
In all that had happened he was ashamed to admit that he’d put those events in the back seat of his mind but now they coming back full force as he neared Mirkwood. Aragorn managed to catch Legolas’s moment of star gazing as he returned from gathering firewood for their supper.
“You’re thinking of her again.” Aragorn asked him.
“Yes. I am scared to face her after what I have done.” Legolas breathed eyes downcast.
“If you’re love is true than it will prevail.” Aragorn noted.
“Yes but you and I both know what grief does to an elf.” Legolas shook his head “Do I even have a Laurwen to go back too?”
“But she has her brother to help her, Laurwen is made of tougher stuff or have you forgotten that she is a strong warrior both in battle and in spirit? She will have survived soul intact.” Aragorn protested
“Her brother went missing before I left what if he never returned?” Legolas asked.
“Let us pray that, that did not happen.” Aragorn said “The faster we get there the better.”
“You just want to see Arwen.” Legolas teased.
Aragorn smiled “Can you blame me?” and with that he began to light a fire.
*
Laurwen had settled into her study a book of poetry in her lap, when she heard the footsteps of Thewon Thranduilion (or Greenleaf) as she walked into the room. Legolas’s mother and father supported her immensely over the past tow years becoming like a father and mother to her. She had never figured out why, nor did she want to find out, she was just glad for their support.
“Yesterday it was archery, today you read why do you not join us at the palace for a small party?” Thewon asked gently sitting down. Legolas’ mother was a very kind elf, but strong and independent. She had always been found of Laurwen and it hurt her to see her in this state, especially because she knew her husband was the cause. She knew that Laurwen was dying and she did all she could to prolong her life.
“You know I dislike crowds I prefer to say here alone.” She said softly a soft, emotionless shell of what it once was.
“Yes but it might be good for you to socialize instead of sheltering yourself in this house.” Thewon said.
“No I will stay here, you do not have to stay with me if you don’t want to.” She said staring at her book.
“No I will stay with you.” She hesitated “Have you heard the news?”
Laurwen nodded.
“Are you alright?” she asked treading lightly.
“Why wouldn’t I be he is not coming here to see me.” She said simply.
“But I think he will.” Thewon stated “Do you ever wonder why he left maybe he did it because he did not want to see you hurt if Valar forbid he did not come back. Maybe he comes to say sorry and to rekindle your love.”
“No the look in his eyes . . .” she paused “He does not love me.”
Thewon sighed they had gone over this conversation thousands of times all she wanted to do was instill some hope in her heart. She decided to lighten the conversation.
“How is your shoulder?” Thewon asked.
“I healed a while ago you know that.” She stated mildly. “Over a year ago.”
“Yes I was just trying to make conversation.” Thewon stated.
“I am sorry, I am slightly edgy these days.” She sighed.
“Do not worry it will pass. I just want you to promise me that you will try and talk with my son, perhaps all will be resolved.” She attempted sitting up.
“I shall try for you.” Laurwen whispered fully knowing in her heart that she could not try for her fear of the consequences.
Thewon just shook her head and took her leave but before she could move out of the door she whispered to Laurwen “Tomorrow night you will join the king and myself for dinner and that is no request.”
Laurwen just nodded and looked back to her book as Thewon shaking her head left.
Disclaimer: The original characters are mine (no borrowing without asking please) but the world of Tolkin and his characters are entirely his own. This is for fun only and nor for any profit.
Summary: Legolas has a chance to fix something he destroyed before the left for the War of the Ring. Will love and fate prevail or will he just fade away and follow the one he killed?
Pairing: Legolas/OC Arwen/Aragorn and a number of other original pairings
Love Hate and Everything in Between
By Laurwen SilverFox
Chapter One
Remembrance
She looked toward the night sky. He had left over two years ago; telling her the love she thought they held was just pretend, then fled for Rivendell. Years before she give her heart to him and she had thought that he had as well. When he told he that night he didn’t love her she never asked for her heart, her soul back, it was too broken to be returned. So now she sat a spiritless, heartbroken elf with no place to go.
She had heard little of his comings and goings over the past two years, only that he had represented the elves in the fellowship, participated in the Battle of Helms Deep, and he had seen the War of One Ring ended. And now it was reported that he was returning, he would be within the Northern Boarders in mere weeks. She did not know how to handle this information. Her face once full of laughter was now free of any happiness, her eyes once full of light, hope, and laughter were stripped bare. She remembered nothing but the pain. The grief was killing her, she knew it and those around her did as well. They figured she had were passing so painfully slow.
She had grown pale and thin; not eating much and praying for that day that she would fall asleep let the grief consume her soul, and never awaken. When he left she might have been able to get over her broken heart and maybe time might have healed her. But her brother had gone missing, after her parents passed years ago, her brother was all she had left in this world. When he had gone missing her world almost ended. Four weeks later he had been discovered killed, strewn with ork arrows while defending the forest, her world ended and Legolas was not there. Even if he had not been their in person, if had not told her that he did not love her, the knowledge of his love and faith in her might have been enough to see her through. But it was not there that life-sustaining love was not there. She formally gave up the day she saw her brothers dead body.
She was noble by birth, and had inherited her parent’s fortune and large estate. But the week after her brother’s death, she dismissed all the servants save a few who had been with her since birth. The once happy beautiful tree-twining mansion not sat cold and silent. She spent most of her time at the keep, the hall of records. For the she-elves in her family had always been of the highly respected keepers. The elves who record the history of the race, a position that all respected but few held. She buried herself in the books and the records to forget the reality of the moment. She could not fathom why Legolas had left her, she thought their love was true. But as he cruelly informed her it was nothing but pretend.
* Flashback*
He came looking for her in the small rose gardens outside her home, her brother had just gone missing and she had come out hear to think.
“They told me you would be out here Laurwenanna.” He said rather stiffly.
“Legolas.” She smiled at him and hugged his neck as he sat next to her, but he did not hug her back.
“Laurwenanna we need to talk.” He sighed moving out of her embrace.
“Legolas what is wrong? Why are you using my full name?” She asked worry tainting her inflection
“We need to stop this . . . to stop this pretending.” He breathed.
“Pretending what?” She asked worry replaced with steal.
“That this, us are relationship is real.” He stated finally.
“I was not aware that we were pretending.” She said coldly.
“Yes you did, we do not love each other.” He said.
Laurwen studied him intently her reason for the moment controlling her emotions, “Look me in the eyes and tell me you do not love me.”
Legolas turned and look her in her sliver eyes with a cold swiftness “I do not love you.”
Laurwen eyes filled with tears but it was not until after Legolas calmly walked away that she let them fall. She sank to the ground and cried until the sun rose in the sky.
*End Flashback*
Here She was once again on the same bench starting at the night sky, pondering his closeness. She would get through this; she would be strong for her own sake. There was nothing but her honor left and she would save it. There would be no tears for him.
*
Legolas shuddered at the memory of that night, that no seemed to be the only thing on his mid as they drew nearer to his home. The war was finally over he was returning home after dropping the hobbits off. They of course were being Aragorn, Gimli and himself. Originally planned on first returning to Rivendell, but upon running into a scout that told them Arwen and an assorted party of elves were heading to Mirkwood they promptly changed course.
Returning home thing was not making him anxious; it was the thought of seeing her again. The day he said those things had been a horrible one before that, between arguing with delegates, scouts, and others about meaningless topics, fighting off drooling elven maids, and just having an overall bad day he had a mother of all arguments with his father. They had fought about everything from him going to Rivendell, to the clothes he wore. Then after the argument his father had sat him down by this time Legolas was tired and not thinking, he allowed his father to convince him that he did not love Laurwen. He went right over to her house in a haze said those things to her and left. Only in the morning did the impact of what he had done hit him, and by that time there was no way to tell her how wrong he was, so he left her with that knowledge.
In all that had happened he was ashamed to admit that he’d put those events in the back seat of his mind but now they coming back full force as he neared Mirkwood. Aragorn managed to catch Legolas’s moment of star gazing as he returned from gathering firewood for their supper.
“You’re thinking of her again.” Aragorn asked him.
“Yes. I am scared to face her after what I have done.” Legolas breathed eyes downcast.
“If you’re love is true than it will prevail.” Aragorn noted.
“Yes but you and I both know what grief does to an elf.” Legolas shook his head “Do I even have a Laurwen to go back too?”
“But she has her brother to help her, Laurwen is made of tougher stuff or have you forgotten that she is a strong warrior both in battle and in spirit? She will have survived soul intact.” Aragorn protested
“Her brother went missing before I left what if he never returned?” Legolas asked.
“Let us pray that, that did not happen.” Aragorn said “The faster we get there the better.”
“You just want to see Arwen.” Legolas teased.
Aragorn smiled “Can you blame me?” and with that he began to light a fire.
*
Laurwen had settled into her study a book of poetry in her lap, when she heard the footsteps of Thewon Thranduilion (or Greenleaf) as she walked into the room. Legolas’s mother and father supported her immensely over the past tow years becoming like a father and mother to her. She had never figured out why, nor did she want to find out, she was just glad for their support.
“Yesterday it was archery, today you read why do you not join us at the palace for a small party?” Thewon asked gently sitting down. Legolas’ mother was a very kind elf, but strong and independent. She had always been found of Laurwen and it hurt her to see her in this state, especially because she knew her husband was the cause. She knew that Laurwen was dying and she did all she could to prolong her life.
“You know I dislike crowds I prefer to say here alone.” She said softly a soft, emotionless shell of what it once was.
“Yes but it might be good for you to socialize instead of sheltering yourself in this house.” Thewon said.
“No I will stay here, you do not have to stay with me if you don’t want to.” She said staring at her book.
“No I will stay with you.” She hesitated “Have you heard the news?”
Laurwen nodded.
“Are you alright?” she asked treading lightly.
“Why wouldn’t I be he is not coming here to see me.” She said simply.
“But I think he will.” Thewon stated “Do you ever wonder why he left maybe he did it because he did not want to see you hurt if Valar forbid he did not come back. Maybe he comes to say sorry and to rekindle your love.”
“No the look in his eyes . . .” she paused “He does not love me.”
Thewon sighed they had gone over this conversation thousands of times all she wanted to do was instill some hope in her heart. She decided to lighten the conversation.
“How is your shoulder?” Thewon asked.
“I healed a while ago you know that.” She stated mildly. “Over a year ago.”
“Yes I was just trying to make conversation.” Thewon stated.
“I am sorry, I am slightly edgy these days.” She sighed.
“Do not worry it will pass. I just want you to promise me that you will try and talk with my son, perhaps all will be resolved.” She attempted sitting up.
“I shall try for you.” Laurwen whispered fully knowing in her heart that she could not try for her fear of the consequences.
Thewon just shook her head and took her leave but before she could move out of the door she whispered to Laurwen “Tomorrow night you will join the king and myself for dinner and that is no request.”
Laurwen just nodded and looked back to her book as Thewon shaking her head left.