http://borderland.waking-vision.com/modules/article/view.article.php/30/c19 Wed, 22 Apr 2026 14:57:15 +0200 ARTICLE @ XOOPS powered by FeedCreator http://borderland.waking-vision.com/modules/article/images/article.png http://borderland.waking-vision.com/modules/article/ 80 15 Article XML en borderland at waking-vision dot com borderland at waking-vision dot com Fanfiction http://borderland.waking-vision.com/modules/article/view.article.php/30/c19 Keywords: legolas, oreius, aslan
Summary: Summary:This came into being following a sudden outburst of crossovers after half of my hobbit-fanfic-writing friends had watched "Narnia" (me included). First I laughed, then I found myself writing this (absolutely surprising) Narnia/LOTR-drabble. And it is also - lo and behold! - my very first Legolas-piece!
Rating: PG
They stood eye in eye, the blonde elf, slender and dangerous like a drawn blade, and the centaur, towering above him, his broad frame radiating unhidden, enormous strength.

“Your skills are rather impressive”, Oreius said, a faint smile in his dark eyes. “And they are urgently needed… wherever you come from. Aslan will be pleased.”

“Thank you.” The Prince of Mirkwood slowly turned to the scarlet red tent. The precious fabric was drawn back and then his gaze was caught and held by glorious, golden eyes.

He bowed his knee in deep awe, finally understanding.

“My Lord…” he whispered.
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