Legolasxmaleoc Stories

𝘏𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘤𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 l. greenleaf x male oc the hobbit - lotr book one

➵ With his days anything but numbered, Legolas finds himself the keeper of far too much time. ➵ As his dear friend Aragorn has passed at the age of 210 and all reason to remain in his kingdom has followed, the immortal elf ventures away from his lands, trying to understand what it means to die and if it is good that he will presumably never do it. ➵ His soul confused and his quiver always feeling a little emptier, Legolas begins to question what truly has worth and meaning as he sails with the dwarf Gimli and a hitchhiking cat westward to Aman. - Written for the Open Novella Contest, taking from fantasy prompt number twenty-three: "Under the blue moonlight, the elves come out. For a transient moment, let there be peace and harmony."

Book one Aeonian | ē-'ō-nē-ęn | - adj lasting for an immeasurably or indefinitely long period of time; eternal. "Not in a thousand years could I forget those eyes." [Legolas Greenleaf x maleoc] The Hobbit trilogy

Taurielon a sinder elf with a lean, agile build, honed from years spent traveling the ancient, often shadowed paths of middle-earth. His hair is the color of deep forest shadows, often falling across a brow that carries a thoughtful, sometimes melancholic furrow. His eyes are a striking silver-grey, sharp and observant, capable of seeing details other miss in the dim light or dense foliage. The hobbit //Lotr trilogy Desclaimer: Sorry if it is not the same as the the hobbit, but I hope you like it.

Rain fell, wetting the mountain path and causing the rocks to become slick. Thunder rumbled somewhere in the distance, accompanying a previous flash. A soaked figure trudged along in the downpour, sure-footed and hidden by a dark black cloak. Twin swords hung at their side along with a bow strapped to their back with a full quiver of elvish arrows. A satchel hung across their chest, holding very few things. Some bandages and medicine, a change of clothes, rope and a single piece of paper marked with the King of Mirkwood wax symbol. A contract of employment one could say. A love story based during The Lord of the Rings. I do not own anything but my own characters (Sîrion) and any changes to the plot. J.R.R Tolkein was a genius and his world is much too interesting to not write about.