Disclaimer: None of Tolkien's character belong to me :,(... *sad sniffle*, but I happilly borrow them for this new fanfic ^___^

Note of the author: I put this first chapter as a prototype, I want to reassure you, I'll keep on writing the other fanfics, and sometimes - if I get some reviews - I'll put more chapters of this one :-) When chapter two of "Fellowship of the Elves" will apear, I may be post again this one with some correction/modification, for some of the dialogs seem 'flat'... But you can already read the first idea ^___^

Next story to be updated: Dark in the Night - 6 in french and 2 in english ;-)

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THE FELLOWSHIP OF THE ELVES

Chapter one - What Dreams May Tell

At first, there was darkness...

Yet he didn't fear it... He didn't even realize it was darkness.... His eyes were closed...

Then he heard what reminded him of a thunder blast. He became aware of the wind swirling around him. He felt some warmth on his fair face, and opened his clear blue eyes...

Autmatically he recognized the place. So odd, yet so familiar now... He was standing on a green hill. In front of him, the sun was rising. He raised an arm before his eyes to protect them from the sudden light after the dakness. The wind was slowly and gently playing with his long blonde hair. Before his eyes, laid the human city. The biggest human city Legolas had ever seen... And probably the uggliest thing he had ever seen also... He could guess it was human, for no other race could be seen. And yet, he wondered how one could be surviving in such a place without turning crazy. For as far as he could see, giants houses like straight trees were standing and shining in a metallic glitter. Humans seemed to be living in these, but there were not exactely tree at all. It seemed the city was mostly rocks and metal than forests and grass.

Legolas was also breathing hard. Something was in the air... Something he couldn't figure out, but was making him suffocate... Near the "high-trees" city, his keen eyes could get glimpses dozens of bridges going straight or curved and turning one around the others in a logic Legolas couldn't understand. Those bridges seemed also to be carved directly in rocks. They had the same colors as the "tree-houses". A mixture of aggressive grey and sick brown, that was making the elf unease. On the bridges, he could see carts probably carrying humans. Most cart than he had ever seen in his whole long life. But he couldn't actually see the humans, for the carts seemed to cover up their innocupants. It was when he had seen some human coming out of those carts or entering them that he realized what they were exactely. Yet, something was so strange, that no horses were pulling those carts. Was it magic? They seemed to move for themselves. As if they were living beings. But the sound they were emitting was almost as horrible as orcs growls. Legolas turned wide-eyed as once again he tried to make an estimation of the number of people living there... He had never seen such a gathering of humans anywhere but here.

His attention was caught by some gigglings and high pitched voices near him. Slightly on his left, human children were playing in a playground with strange devices in a brightly colored material he couldn't guess. Their parents were observing them with warm smiles, or frowns, or chatting with each others. Legolas got a slight smile. Children never changes, from one places to another, were they elven or human. Playing was the most important thing in their life. The ONLY thing in their life...

'In a place like Hell, kids will always play...', he mused. But he didn't worry at all. It wasn't the first time that he was coming here.

The kids kept on playing, completely unaware of his presence. Legolas wondered if they could actually see him at all. With a sense of déjà-vu, he turned to look around. On his right, sitting on a giant ladybird toy, was a little red-haired girl, simply staring at the sky that Legolas had been looking just before. Kids seemed to ignore her as well. But she didn't seem to pay attention to them. A strange out-of-place expression was on her face. An expression too adult for such a young child. Sadeness, bitterness... and fatality... ?

Legolas saw her repeating the gesture he had seen many time before: She raised her hand in the direction of the sky over the High-Trees city, as if she wanted to show something... to him...!

And Legolas turned around to look at the High-Tree city...

At that time, another sun appeard in the sky that turned into a blindish white...

Legolas raised his arms to protect his eyes from the painful light.

Above him, the light seemed interrupted by little shadows. He could see his hand outstretched above and felt the soft grass beneath him. He sighed and brought his hand to his face, brushing it slightly and feeling a light layer of sweat. He closed his eyes and breathed deeply, brushing his hand through his long pale hair. Above him the rays of the morning sun were playing among the leaves of the tree under which he had fallen asleep.

Every night, the same dream, the same strange place, but why... ? What are they trying to tell me...?

Legolas could hear the other packing their stuffs and exchanging shouts, some of joy and some of annoyance. The Fellowship of the Ring... It was slowly but surely turning into a familly. A strange familly... But a familly nonetheless...

Two months already passed since we left Rivendell and started on this quest... Is it because of the closeness of the Ring that the dreams seem to want to show me something...? If so, what?

Legolas remained a few more moment on the ground, not willing to join them for a short moment, but still debating about his dreams... His strange dreams... Were they really something about some future? Never in the past did he have revelating dreams ... e was just a warrior... A warrior-prince... With no magical talent... So why was he having the same drams every single night...

I don't know why... But eventhough life seems to exist in that strange place... I feel a threat...

And every passing night, the dream was revelating a little bit more...

There was a time where the little red-haired girl wasn't in his dream at all. But then, he had never tried to look around. Now she was always appearing in the end of his dream. The same little girl with adult eyes. Could she really see him or was she just raising her hand towards the sky in a gesture that had nothing to do with him at all?

But the sky turned white today... Was it the light of the morning mixing with my dream, or was it something else?

Legolas opened his clear blue eyes.

I bet I'll have to wait til tonight to learn more about it...

Legols sit and and brushed a strand of hair past his shoulder. Looking at his friends with a calm gaze.

Could my dream hold the key to the destiny of the Fellowship, of Middle-Earth?

"Master Elf!", started Gimli with his grumphy and teasing voice, "I believe you finally went over your beauty sleep! Will an empty stomac serve your purpose as well? For our hobbit-friends are willing to leave no edible traces of our passage in this place."

Legolas got a soft laugh at the vision of Sam's face, full-mouthed with some eggs and meat, and turned to put his hads on his pack, not willing to delay further his friends.

... Could it? , Legolas went on on his thought about the dream, and how am I suppose to interpret it? Is it really showing the future? Or some hidden and forgotten past? That place seems so strange...

Legolas could barely remember when this dream had started to appear in his sleep. At first, he was just standing there in the darkness, then the light had come and he had been watching a strange city in front of him. At that time he had woken up, puzzled, but not thinking much about it...

Now it was coming every single night... With more details each time... And this point was annoying him... For he felt that it was imperative that he could interpret the dreams before it was too late...

Legolas put his bow and quiver on his back and turned with a soft smile towards the others who were finishing eating and packing. One more day in the beautiful yet dangerous wilderness. No doubt or fear could be read in his eyes as he bent to pick up his bag and throw it over his shoulder, flattening his clothes with his hands.

He would have to talk to Gandalf about the Dream... Perhaps the Ystari could help him understand...

He didn't see Aragorn throwing a questionning look in his direction. But the ranger remained silent.

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That's it ! :-)

Prototype of first chapter ;P

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As I said, I will *not* let the other fics unfinished... I needed to started this one as I had the idea in my head ;p
Next week: Dark is the Night 2 in english (if I can get my hands on my dictionnary) and Dark is the Night 6 in french ;)