The Unforgiven { Legolas x OC - LotR Fanfiction}

Renege upon

Author's Note:

I don't own any of the characters, places, names, etc (only the OC). It all belongs to J.R.R. Tolkien and Peter Jackson.

Through the black of day, it was shimmering. Dark of night, Deep night had fallen. In her dreams, there was no sun or light, only a power drawing her into the void. Was she dreaming? Or was she awake? Her heart was black, scarring darker still, with no stars or hope. It had fallen late, nothing, was in use. She was drying out as the ring had found her. Turned her into darkness, turned her into stone, and vanished was she into the void.

'That cannot be! It's a dream! It must be a dream!' She woke up with that thought in her mind. She jumped out of bed, sweat and a few tears running down her face. She only then realized it was daylight. She gazed at the bed next to her, Legolas was long gone. She was not sure if it was for better or worse, but at least no one found her in such a state. She couldn't think straight this morning. The dream was so real. She found an elfish jug with water and an empty large bowl placed on the table at the entrance of the tent. She walked over, poured some of the water inside the bowl, and pushed her head into it.

The water was cold. She felt her face freeze. Her state of mind slowly was getting back into reality. The white noise of the dream had stopped. Sounds of birds and people talking could be heard in the background. 'It was a dream!' She shouted into her mind. She went back and sat on her bed confused.

"What was that? I never experienced something so dark before," she whispered to herself. She shook her head. A few moments passed by as she remained sitting, with her mind wheeling around many options. Suddenly, she cut off all her thoughts. She would deal with it, the next time it dared to appear in her dreams. Today it could be the difference between walking away and dealing with it. She chose to walk away. There was much she had planned.

She reached for her backpack, she pulled out a brush. (Yes, even Ethir owned a brush.) She let her hair down from the ban she had formed ages ago. Though, it was a bigger mess. She could not use her brush, to fix her curly hair. She simply brushed her bangs and the rest was again put in a higher bun. "I'll remain calm. Everything is fine," she mumbled at herself. Nothing should ruin her day. She stood up and stripped off her dress. Letting it fall on the bed where she was sitting earlier. She grabbed the shirt and a pair of pants that were given to her yesterday and wore them.

She fixed the pants and the shirt. She found, that the shirt was a bit shorter than she expected. The tight pants were showing her hip area. But she could live with that. After all, she had perfect hips. Maybe small, but firm enough to get some attention. Next, she wore her boots. She missed her boots. Those boots were the most comfortable shoes in her world. She picked up her sword and walked out of the tent.

Outside, the day was still young. The golden Ma' llorn trees, were brighter than ever. She had to shut her eyes for a second to get used to that brightness. There were many Elves around. 'Was that place so busy every day' she spaced out. The fellowship was nearby. It seemed Aragorn, Legolas, Gimli, and Boromir had a serious discussion. The hobbits were talking about the meals they had lost and food (as always). She acted as if she didn't notice them and ran off.

Her mind was stuck in the northern parts, where the training area was supposed to be. Having an offer from the captain of Lothlórien to be trained, was a big deal. She strolled through the forest, at a fast pace. Her eyes were scanning the area around her. Soon she noted the trees changing forms. Most of the trees, although, it was Mallorn had different shapes like you could climb on them. Further on the left, there were trees with targets. It should be there for the archers. Even the ground was different. It had more dirt than rocks. If you fell, you wouldn't be wounded. Everything seemed to be put together by the plan. Next to an old melon tree was standing an Elf.