Meeting In Mirkwood
Meeting In Mirkwood
Title: Meeting In Mirkwood
Chapter/part: 1/1
Author: Saga Chriztine sagaluthien
Rating: Pg-13
Fandom:Dark-hunter/LOTR
Characters: Acheron/Legolas
Warnings: None
Beta: Inwe
Series/Sequel: None as of yet.
Disclaimer: All I can claim as mine is the way I’ve written the story (the idea I had) and the people that aren't well-known (stars, actors, actresses, or characters). I have written it only for my own amusement and fun. For me it is one way to exercise my English and to see if I'm good at all at getting things together. This isn't done to try to make any money off of it.
Feedback: Who wouldn’t want any?
Feedback address: sagaluthien@gmail.se
Archive: sagas_stories, If I haven’t posted it anywhere myself please ask first
Website: None for the moment
Autor's Note: Written for the birthday of tkshepard2000.
Summary: Legolas get an unexpected help by an unknown man.
When Acheron stood there watching the elf fight the Orcs he could not only hear the thoughts, he also felt what was troubling the elf. The elf was good, moving gracefully and it woke up something Acheron thought he buried long ago.
Finally deciding that he wanted to be alone with the elf Acheron took his staff and went into the fight against the remaining Orcs. He took out seven of them and the elf finished of the last one. The elf didn't seem to be satisfied that the orcs were dead; he went to each one and slit their throats with one of his long knives. When all the orcs had received the same treatment the elf took the time to see who had helped him.
The elf held the bluest eyes Acheron had ever seen and would have loved to have instead of his swirling grey. Standing still he saw the elf was almost the same height as him and had the same color he had naturally, and the elf looked gorgeous.
"Thank you for your help," the elf said in elvish.
"No problem at all. I gladly did it even though it looked as if you were managing very well on your own," Acheron replied in the same language.
"Are you passing through? I do not think I have seen you before."
"You could say so. I am on my way to meet Círdan."
"To the Grey Havens. Where do you come from that causes you to pass through Mirkwood?"
Acheron watched the elf, sensing that his appearance made the elf uncomfortable, though at the same time could feel the lust emanating from the elf for him.
"It just happened to be the right way and, no, I'm not a Maia from here." Ash stopped a moment. "What do you say if we moved away from this place and the smell?"
"I would like that. Orcs are filthy. I am Legolas. What is your name?"
Ash smiled. He knew the elf was the son of a King, but the elf was careful not to mention that to strangers - like Acheron, who had things he never ever told to anyone. "My name is Acheron, but you can call me Ash as it is easier to say."
When they left the place Ash used his powers to make the orcs vanish. Near a stream they stopped and sat down to talk and eat. The hours went by and they learned a lot about each other and could let go some of their cautiousness.
Before the night was over they were good friends.
***The End***
Title: Meeting In Mirkwood
Chapter/part: 1/1
Author: Saga Chriztine sagaluthien
Rating: Pg-13
Fandom:Dark-hunter/LOTR
Characters: Acheron/Legolas
Warnings: None
Beta: Inwe
Series/Sequel: None as of yet.
Disclaimer: All I can claim as mine is the way I’ve written the story (the idea I had) and the people that aren't well-known (stars, actors, actresses, or characters). I have written it only for my own amusement and fun. For me it is one way to exercise my English and to see if I'm good at all at getting things together. This isn't done to try to make any money off of it.
Feedback: Who wouldn’t want any?
Feedback address: sagaluthien@gmail.se
Archive: sagas_stories, If I haven’t posted it anywhere myself please ask first
Website: None for the moment
Autor's Note: Written for the birthday of tkshepard2000.
Summary: Legolas get an unexpected help by an unknown man.
When Acheron stood there watching the elf fight the Orcs he could not only hear the thoughts, he also felt what was troubling the elf. The elf was good, moving gracefully and it woke up something Acheron thought he buried long ago.
Finally deciding that he wanted to be alone with the elf Acheron took his staff and went into the fight against the remaining Orcs. He took out seven of them and the elf finished of the last one. The elf didn't seem to be satisfied that the orcs were dead; he went to each one and slit their throats with one of his long knives. When all the orcs had received the same treatment the elf took the time to see who had helped him.
The elf held the bluest eyes Acheron had ever seen and would have loved to have instead of his swirling grey. Standing still he saw the elf was almost the same height as him and had the same color he had naturally, and the elf looked gorgeous.
"Thank you for your help," the elf said in elvish.
"No problem at all. I gladly did it even though it looked as if you were managing very well on your own," Acheron replied in the same language.
"Are you passing through? I do not think I have seen you before."
"You could say so. I am on my way to meet Círdan."
"To the Grey Havens. Where do you come from that causes you to pass through Mirkwood?"
Acheron watched the elf, sensing that his appearance made the elf uncomfortable, though at the same time could feel the lust emanating from the elf for him.
"It just happened to be the right way and, no, I'm not a Maia from here." Ash stopped a moment. "What do you say if we moved away from this place and the smell?"
"I would like that. Orcs are filthy. I am Legolas. What is your name?"
Ash smiled. He knew the elf was the son of a King, but the elf was careful not to mention that to strangers - like Acheron, who had things he never ever told to anyone. "My name is Acheron, but you can call me Ash as it is easier to say."
When they left the place Ash used his powers to make the orcs vanish. Near a stream they stopped and sat down to talk and eat. The hours went by and they learned a lot about each other and could let go some of their cautiousness.
Before the night was over they were good friends.
***The End***