Wild Hearts

[Beleglotiel]

OKay! This is the sequal to the fanfic Forever and Always (commonly known as How We Met, i hate that title so i changed it ;) ) So if you haven't read it, you should before reading this fanfic :thumbs: And for those of you who think this one sounds a bit like the first one in this chapter....don't jump to conclusions just yet......cuz we're just getting warmed up! ;) :grin:

Chapter 1

The same mistake twice

All that was heard was the thumping of the horse’s hooves on the forest trail, her heaving breathing, and her fast beating heart. A young she-elf, who looked to be the age of nineteen in the eyes of Men, rode swiftly through the woods on the back of a caramel colored mare. The girl’s brown hair blew in the wind forced through her long locks by the speed of the horse and her light purple silk dress flayed in the breeze. Her striking sapphire-blue eyes looked nowhere but forward. She knew she was late for the conference that was scheduled earlier that morning for her to meet with her grandfather, but she became restless and rode further into the forest and disregarded the setting of the sun. Her grandfather never understood how much she loved and enjoyed her daily rides into the vast forest of Mirkwood; sometimes she would even ride fast enough to almost reach the outer skirts of the forest and return home in time to beat the sun to its setting. However, despite the swiftness of her horse, she knew she would be late and had only herself to blame.
Finally the gate came into view as the sun set behind her. She called out a few words in Elvish and the gates creaked open. The girl rushed her horse into the stables and ran into the Palace. Opening one of the double doors to the entrance of her grandfather’s great hall, she quietly crept in, but knew she was in trouble when she saw the King sitting on his throne glaring at her keenly.
“Why are you late, Legolindë?” asked King Thranduil. Legolindë glanced up at her grandfather uncomfortably as he looked down on her seeming very wise and powerful sitting on his elegant throne.

“I am very sorry, Grandfather,” she said staring into his eyes, “I rode deep into the forest today and neglected to take notice of the hour.”

“This has happened far too many times, Legolindë,” began the King, “You are not taking responsibility for your actions. Your behavior has been less than acceptable…..”

Legolindë faded into thought blocking out the words of her grandfather. ‘Not again ,’ she thought, ‘Here comes his speech of how ‘As an Elven Princess I should act as such and conduct myself accordingly’ ’ She had heard it many times before. All she hoped was that he didn’t bring up the incident that happen just last week when a messenger from Lord Elrond’s House arrived to tell them that her mother’s old friend Imbethoiniel and her family would be coming to pay a visit. She recalled the dinner they had that night when she arrived, late as usual, however, this particular night it decided to rain when she was out riding and was caught in the down pour; when she finally appeared at the feast, she was soaked and was dripping with mud that covered her from head to toe. Of course, she would have washed and changed if she had known that there was company, but since she was unaware of that fact and she was so late already, she hadn’t thought about it. She came back to hear the thunder of Thranduil’s voice.

“And your performance last week at the dinner…” Thranduil went on to say. Legolindë cringed at his words.

‘There it was' she thought to herself. The young elf wondered what her punishment would be this time. Most likely he would take away her riding privileges and confine her to her quarters for a day or two, but she would take her horse, Sánia, and go riding despite his commands which she had done time and time before. King Thranduil rambled on for a little while longer then came to the point where he would announced her penalty.

“I further more do not know what else to do with you,” her grandfather continued, “You are even more headstrong than your mother,” A smile creaked across Legolindë’s face at the thought of her acting like her mother, “You are rebellious to my judgment and are out of my control, therefore,” King Thranduil began, “I have arranged suitors for you,” Legolindë’s jaw dropped so far as to seem to reach the floor, “If I cannot disciplined you then maybe a husband would be the best thing for you. Elven Princes from all the corners of Middle-Earth will come to seek your hand in marriage.”

“Nay, Grandfather!” Legolindë spoke out, “I will not!”

“The suitors will arrive within the month,” the King persisted as if not to have heard her.

“I will reject every single one of them!” cried out the headstrong adolescent. Thranduil’s hand rubbed his forehead perplexedly.

“If only your mother and father could see you,” he spoke, “They would not know what to do with you. They would never approve of your behavior.” Legolindë scowled at her troubled grandfather. Clinching her fists she turned around and raced out of the hall and to the stables. Thranduil slumped in his chair and rested his head on his hand. Sighing deeply he pondered long and hard over what he had just done and whether it was the right thing to do. Queen Arnoviel opened a door leading into the hall where her husband sat. She had heard the entire conversation and knew her husband sought counsel.

“You know,” she began as Thranduil looked up startled, “You’re making the same mistake again,” The King chuckled slightly.

“Now I know where Pheradë acquired his ability to eavesdrop,”

“Did you not hear what I said?” asked Arnoviel. Thranduil straightened in his chair and heaved a heavy sigh.

“Yes, beloved,” he answered. Queen Arnoviel seated herself in the slightly smaller throne next to his.

“You’re making the same mistake with Legolindë as you did with Legolas,”

“Arnoviel that is an entirely different matter!” protested the King. Arnoviel looked at him unconvinced.

“You know I am correct,” she stated looking deep into his eyes. Thranduil could not resist her blue eyes and gave in.

“I will think about it,” he said taking his finger under her chin.

“Good,” she replied and kissed him on the cheek. The Queen rose from her seat and left the hall.

***
Legolindë brushed Sánia’s beautiful coat as she silently wept. Setting aside the currycomb, she wrapped her arms around the massive horse’s neck.
“Oh, Sánia, you’re the only one I can ever talk to,” and she hugged the mare tightly.

“What about me?” asked a meek voice from the shadows of the stable. Legolindë looked up startled. A timid female figure stepped out of the shade. Her hair was a bleach-blonde, her eyes her greenish-blue, and the dress she wore was turquoise.

“Tarania,” Legolindë said relieved, “you know I can always talk to you,” Tarania approached her friend. Tarania was the daughter of Pheradë, Legolindë’s cousin and best friend. The young elf wiped the tears from Legolindë’s cheeks.

“Come now, tell me what troubles you,” Tarania listened compassionately through her cousin’s whole story and was sad to here what was taking place, “I know you do not want to, but you really must speak with Grandfather about it,” Legolindë didn’t relish the thought.

“He made it sounds as if my parents would think me a disgrace,” blurted the weeping elf, “I would never want to disappoint my parents in anyway,”

“I’m sure your parents are very proud of you, Legolindë. Grandfather just doesn’t know how to deal with a person of your uniqueness. Give him time; he will cope. In the meantime, do your best not to get into anymore trouble.” Legolindë embraced her dearest cousin and felt reassured, but neither of them knew that the trouble was just beginning.

Next chapter coming soon……

[Amoraq]

Ohhh, it's great Bele! I'm so glad you got started today! :thumbs:

[Beleglotiel]

:grin: thanks!
So what you think so far Amroaq, you're the first person to read it! tell me what thouest thinkests! lol

[Nala Greenleaf]

WOW bele its great and the way her personality is similar to legilas and bele's is perfect!!!!!!! so glad you got your 1st chapter up!!!! :grin:

[Dawnnamira Nerwen]

Bravo! Another story started off in a way that makes me hunger for more....

Please, fill my hunger soon! :p

[Adunauriel]

Absolutley beautiful chapter, I already feel a connection to Legolindë.. I can't wait to read more of her already enchanting story...:thumbs:

[Beleglotiel]

Thank you, thank you! veryhappy

I was afraid that it would sound too much like my first story and oyu guys would loose interest, but let me say now that it will be very different! :thumbs:

[Adunauriel]

Well, I say bring it on, I'm already hooked...;)

[Beleglotiel]

:grin: It should be pretty cool........maybe even cooler than the first............(if that's possible ;) ) lol

[Adunauriel]

It most definately could be possible, a writer gets better with every story.. And if that happens I'm sure I'll love it...;)

[Aldalaire]

I agree... typically, i think that a sequel wouldn't be as good... but you're definitely gonna be the exception. Great job, Bele!!!

[Nala Greenleaf]

MORE MORE MORE!!!!!!!!!! lol lol :grin:

[Beleglotiel]

Chill, Nala! I should have the second chapter done today ;) :thumbs: no worries :grin:

[Nala Greenleaf]

GREAT!!!!!!! lol lol :grin:

[Little Devil]

A very good start, liked it very much. ;) Keep writing. :)

[Beleglotiel]

Here we are! :grin: enjoy!!

Heh-heh..................the plot thickens :flamer:


Chapter 2

Visiting a friend

She sat up in bed that night sitting against her pillow with her knees pulled in close to her chest. Her mind was filled with thoughts. Legolindë knew her parents died almost one thousand years ago when she was just a babe during the huge battle, which had come to be known as ‘The Battle of Retribution’. What she worried about most was what her parents would think about her, if they were still alive of course. Beleglotiel and Legolas were great and admired people, this she knew, but she also knew that they were not the average Elven couple, though she didn’t know much of their personalities. This, she would as Imbethoiniel when she arrived. Imbethoiniel was her mother’s closest and dearest friend, much like Tarania was to her; surely this woman could ease her troubled mind. Legolindë set her head on the pillow and tried her best to sleep. Though, this simple task proved difficult for her with so many thoughts tumbling around in her mind. With some time and effort, the young woman finally slept.

The sun rose over the horizon and a thin mist covered the ground. Birds chirped high in the trees and the dew glistened in the light of the rising sun. Legolindë lived for mornings like these. She inhaled the morning air deeply and was invigorated. Quickly she ate breakfast and after, told her grandfather that she would be home tomorrow since she would be paying a visit to an old friend of hers. Tarania begged to come along, but Legolindë reminded her that her horse was far too slow to keep up with Sánia and that her friend didn’t much like strangers. Legolindë retrieved Sánia from the stables and headed out on her journey.
She arrived at her destination as the sun set in the west. When she reached the bee pastures her friend kept, the working bees took no notice to her and went about their business. She dismounted and pushed open the heavy gate and was greeted by many animals. A horse came up to her, nudged her arm with its muzzle, and bolted to one of the buildings. Legolindë followed the horse and guided Sánia along with her. When she found the horse again, it was talking to a huge man with thick black hair and beard, great muscles, and he was clothed in a brown tunic. The man was sitting on the ground and rose when he saw her come into view.
“Legolindë!” thundered his voice and he embraced the young elf.

“It is wonderful to see you again, Beorn!” greeted Legolindë and she stood back to take a look at her tall friend who towered over her.
Beorn had been a good friend to her for many years. It would be hard for some to believe that Beorn had an Elf friend, but if they knew how exactly the two met, they would understand.
When Legolindë was a young girl, her uncle Pheradë told her stories of Beorn. She was fascinated that Beorn kept so many animals and she was eager to see them, seeing as how she had a love for animals. One day she rode to Beorn’s home to see his animals and was discovered by Beorn. He wasn’t overjoyed to have her there, but after he discovered what a free spirited and animal loving person she was, he began to develop a soft place in his heart for the girl. “It has truly been too long,” Legolindë said smiling. Beorn welcomed her into his house and they sat at his large table in his hall, eating and talked.

“So, what goes on in the Woodland Realm?” asked Beorn. In the past, the goings on in the world did not concern him, but after he had heard of the defeat of the goblin army by the Woodland Elves, he made it his business to know what went on.

“It fares well. Though, my grandfather is making some terrible decisions,” spoke Legolindë. Beorn was interested in the problems of his friend and was always willing to help; he had her continue and tell her story. After she finished telling her tale, Beorn shook his head sorrowfully.

“Thranduil obviously doesn’t understand your spirited heart. Give him time, Legolindë, he will understand,” said the large man.

“That is just what Tarania said,” stated the young elf, “But how much time do I need to give him? Suitors will be arriving any day now. I do not wish to see any of them. I am not ready for a marital commitment. My time will come and when it does, I will know,” Beorn nodded his head in agreement. The two sat eating for a few moments before Legolindë began a new conversation, “You have not yet told me any news, Beorn. Have you any to tell?” Beorn looked down to her.

“Queer things have been occurring lately, my friend,”

“What sort of things?”

“Lately the water has been tinted with a black color,” Legolindë was instantly taken into the man’s account, “I have not drunk any water without boiling it for three days now. And if that isn’t enough, my animals have reported seeing an orc! I suspected that the orc came from Dol-Guldur, but I thought that after the defeat of Sauron that it would have been destroyed and all of its occupants along with it. I don’t know what either of these things mean, but I know for certain, they cannot be good.” The young elf took in all of his words. What did this mean? Legolindë was always ready for an adventure or a mystery to solve, and it seemed that she would find both in this investigation. She decided that she would inspect the fortress, but she would have to delay her exploring until after she rid herself of the suitors.
After they ate, the two companions talked late into the night by the light of the fire. They soon went to sleep and enjoyed a restful night. Legolindë couldn’t wait to explore the fortress Dol-Guldur. In her mind, she picture it to be a fun and riveting adventure, but she had no idea how much trouble she would be getting herself into.

Next chapter coming soon............

[Evenstar]

:thumbs: I haven't read your other story yet, but if it is anything like this it will be brilliant! :thumbs:

[Beleglotiel]

Thanks! :grin: Well, Evenstar, I suggest that you read my first story cuz I will be using a lot of stuff from it in this story. :thumbs:

[Adunauriel]

Absolutely brilliant, but I hope Legolindë doesn't get into too much trouble...:mmmm:

[Beleglotiel]

You'll just have to wait................... :flamer:

[Aldalaire]

Excellent, Bele. Waiting is hard, but as Tely said before, a good story is worth waiting for.

[Tar-Ancalimë]

i agree with Aldalaire :grin:

nice start bele, glad to see you got it going again :)

[Beleglotiel]

I should get some more done this weekend :thumbs:

I'm glad to see that you found you're way here Tar ;) lol

[Lalaith]

Interesting... Using Beorn is actually quite inspired cos nobody ever includes him in stories... Intrigued...

[Beleglotiel]

Thanks :grin: I don't really remember how I came up with the idea of using him :huh: maybe I had a spark of brilliance that's when i usually get my good ideas ;) lol :thumbs:

[Dawnnamira Nerwen]

That makes sense, doesn't it? :p

Waiting for more!

[Little Devil]

Very good, :thumbs: can't wait for more.

[Beleglotiel]

Here's more for you! :thumbs:

Chapter 3

Round 1

Legolindë had returned home after visiting her good friend Beorn. After hearing of the odd things that were happening around that area, she truly wanted to investigate Dol-Guldur. But she would have to set aside her curiosity for a few days, because her suitors would be arriving soon. One, in fact, was arriving today. She dreaded that morn when she would have to dress and act like a 'real' princess. However, the morning came and she was obligated to get out of bed. Dressing with many elegant layers of clothing, Legolindë primped and situated her apparel to fit the look of a sophisticated, Elven Princess of high decorum and respect…she didn’t fit the part. She fidgeted agitatedly in the garments. Staring at herself in the looking-glass, she wondered how she would ever get through this session without squirming as though there were a worm down her back. This was not her at all. This Elven woman with a regal appearance and serious face looking back at her was not the woman she was. Legolindë was barely a woman, she was a girl trapped inside a woman’s body, and they were asking her to marry and start a family! Everyone was telling her to be patient until her grandfather realized that what he was doing was wrong, but she knew he wasn’t going to realize anything anytime soon. One way or another she would have to make him see, whether she or her grandfather, liked it or not.

She made her way down to Thranduil’s hall were her grandparents awaited her. They were both in shock to her dressed in the way she was.
“Legolindë, you look marvelous,” Thranduil complemented squeezing her hand gently. Queen Arnoviel glanced at her husband and then at her granddaughter. She had hoped that Thranduil would have reconsidered this suitor issue; however, he said that since he had already summoned a few Princes to come, and that they should not be so rude as to cancel the meeting. He suggested that Legolindë see at least a couple. “Hénduil will be here shortly. He will need to rest no doubt, it is a long journey from Rhûn,” said the King, “and then you shall have your conference together.” Legolindë said nothing but nodded in confirmation.

Later that day, Hénduil and his father, Galáril, arrived from the distant forest adjacent to the Sea of Rhûn. Hénduil was a lovely young man with grey eyes accompanied by hints of dark blue that never seemed to leave Legolindë’s face. His hair was long and a dark brown that looked almost black. His father’s appearance was much the same though there were significant differences. Their apparel was somewhat different from that of the Wood Elves. While the Wood Elves clothing consisted mainly of green (though there were many different colors for the dresses that the women wore), Hénduil and Galáril’s attire was mainly of dark, royal blues and blacks. As Thranduil predicted, the two weary travelers did wish to rest.
After an hour or so of relaxation, the five Elves sat in the hall and began the conference. First, the parents, or grandparents, in Legolindë’s case, conversed about what good would result in their children’s marriage, and then Legolindë and Hénduil would get a chance to become acquainted. Mostly, the adults talked about how this marriage would unite the two nations, using political jargon which Legolindë didn’t understand. Finally, the two were left alone, yet not before Legolindë could give one last pleading look to her grandmother that said ‘please don’t make me do this’.
Neither one of them said anything. The hall was deathly quiet as Legolindë stared, studying the floor as if it were the most important thing in the world and Hénduil eyeballed Legolindë intently. She felt as if his constant gaze was burning a hole through her face.

“I wish you wouldn’t stare at me so,” she muttered slightly glancing up at him for a split second.

“Oh, uh, excuse me, I didn’t notice I was doing it,” Hénduil looked away, “You look very beautiful,”

“Thank you,” Legolindë replied blushing. There was a long period of silence until Legolindë tried to spark a conversation, “What is it that you enjoy doing at your home?” Hénduil looked at her somewhat startled at the sudden attempt at a discussion.

“Well, I enjoy reading,” Hénduil answered. Legolindë could tell that this would never work out. She had never read anything in her life that she wasn’t forced to read or that wasn’t necessary to read. After speaking with him for at least a half hour, she came to the conclusion that he was very intelligent, but with no sense of adventure. The entire chat could be described as ‘bland’. Hénduil was not the best conversationalist. Legolindë was happy to be getting rid of the boy. She felt that if she would have been forced to stay one minute longer in that conversation, she would have fallen asleep.

Legolindë retreated up to her room. She took the circlet off of her head, flung it onto the bed, and flopped down on her back beside it. Looking up at the ceiling, she sighed heavily and put her arms behind her head. The young girl wondered how much longer she would have to keep up this charade of acting like a Princess. True, Hénduil and Galáril would be leaving in a day or two, but there would be more coming. She didn’t know if she could last much longer with anymore suitors like the last. However, on the bright side of things, Imbethoiniel would be arriving soon with her family, maybe then she could be herself. Legolindë hurriedly took off the layers of clothing she had on and dressed into her riding outfit. She rushed to the stables, retrieved Sánia, and took to the trails to relieve her mind and spirit of the event that took place that day.

Next chapter coming soon………

[Elbereth]

Wonderful beginning to a fic with lots of promise. If it's anything like the 1st then it will be great :thumbs:
Like the details from the 1st one being incorporated into this

[Tar-Ancalimë]

very nice, bele, i like where youre going... more! lol

[Herenyë]

Nice.....i didnt get to read all of chapter 3......grrrr ill finish that chap soon......=P

[Beleglotiel]

Here is more for you!! :grin: :thumbs:

Chapter 4

Round 2

Hénduil and his father left a few days ago, much to Legolindë’s approval. However, on this day, another Prince was to arrive. An Elf named, Nónd, and his father Nynd, would be arriving from the northern areas of the Forodwaith. But also, Imbethoiniel was expected to come. Despite the fact that another suitor would be coming, Legolindë found herself in high spirits.
Once again, she wriggled into the layers of clothing she was required to wear, and awaited the arrival of Nónd. Later on in the morning, the visitors arrived in Mirkwood. The Prince and his father were very attractive. Nónd had deep brown eyes with brown hair to match. His and his father’s apparel were wine-colored with many shades of dark reds, in addition to blacks. He was, without a doubt, a very good-looking Elf, but there was just something about him that made Legolindë uncomfortable. The two rested briefly, and then the conference began. Nynd and the King and Queen conversed about things; much like was spoken with the last suitor’s parent. During the adults’ discussion, Nónd eyed Legolindë relentlessly. He looked into her face with eyes that shone with lust. She was apprehensive of what would happen during her private chat with the Prince. Just then, the three adults rose from their seats and left the two adolescents to talk. Legolindë turned her head to watch them leave, and saw, out of the corner of her eye, Nónd approaching her, staring nonstop. He sat in the seat next to her.

“So,” he began, “Legolindë, isn’t it?” and he took her hand. Legolindë pulled her hand away from his.

“Yes,” she replied, “So, Nónd, do you have any special interest or hobbies that you enjoy doing at home?” Nónd chuckled slightly.

“I can start one,” answered the Prince, “perhaps right now,” he gently slid his index finger down a lock of her brown hair. Legolindë got up from her seat.

“What do you think you’re doing?” she asked offended.

“Come now, Legolindë, this way well get to know each other better. You learn more about a person this way than you do in a thousand years time,” Nónd stated.

“Not in this Realm, you don’t,” she scowled back at him. Again, the pigheaded boy advanced nearer.

“I hope you do not misinterpret my actions. I mean nothing too complex,” Legolindë stepped backward with every step he took toward her, “Excuse me if I am being to forward, Milady,” he continued, “but you are the most beautiful and exquisite jewel of any Elven maiden that I have ever seen. I must have you…” Legolindë gasped as she felt her back touch the wall. What could she do now? Nónd reached for her arms, but she quickly hit his hands away.

“Don’t you dare touch me!” she shouted at him. He smiled threateningly and grabbed her shoulders and held her against the wall. Nónd leaned in toward her to touch her lips with his. Legolindë screamed loudly in hopes that someone would hear her cry and save her from this impudent man.

***
Thranduil, Arnoviel, and Nynd exited the great hall and stood, talking again. At that moment, an Elf messenger came to Thranduil with a message. He told him that Imbethoiniel, the healstress, and her family had arrived. King Thranduil and Queen Arnoviel were overjoyed. They had the messenger show them in. Imbethoiniel entered the Palace with her husband and son trailing behind her. Warm greetings and introductions were made.
“It is wonderful to see again Imbethoiniel,” greeted Arnoviel and she embraced Imbethoiniel.

“Indeed, it is wonderful to see you also,” Imbethoiniel replied and she pulled back from the Queen to introduce her family, “This is my husband Isarandel,” a brown haired elf with hazel eyes bowed slightly, “and this is my son Eithor.” Imbethoiniel’s son looked to not much older than Legolindë. He had gorgeous hazel eyes and auburn hair.

“Majesties,” spoke the polite young man bowing low.

“Where is Legolindë?” asked Imbethoiniel.

“She is with a suitor,” Thranduil answered, “There is much to explain,” he quickly said before Imbethoiniel had a chance to question him. Suddenly, a shrill scream was heard from inside the hall. The Elves were startled greatly. Eithor instinctively, flung the door open to the hall and burst in to see Nónd leaning in on Legolindë, with his lips mere inches from hers. Eithor sprinted toward Nónd and thrust his fist into his face. Nónd fell to the floor and skidded a few feet. Legolindë fell to her knees relieved and whimpered slightly. Eithor came to her and extended his hand.

“Are you alright?” he asked worriedly. Legolindë looked up into the most gorgeous eyes she had ever seen. Though she had just looked up into the face of this man she had never met before, she felt as if she had known him forever. She placed her hand in his and he helped her to her feet. Legolindë couldn’t bring herself to say “yes” that she was fine, but the words just wouldn’t come. Eithor and Legolindë stood staring at each other until the adults came rushing in to see what was happening. Nynd raced to his son and picked him up off the floor, wondering why Nónd had a black eye. Queen Arnoviel rushed to Legolindë and squeezed her tightly in her arms.

“What in creation happened?!” the Queen questioned franticly.

“Legolindë, are you alright?” Imbethoiniel inquired taking her hand. Legolindë was still entranced by the young man that saved her.

“Nónd, tried to,” she stuttered, “he tried to seduce me,” The two women gasped and the men glared at Nónd furiously.

“You did what?” Nynd questioned in a tone that made all of them tremble. Nónd said nothing.

“This session is over,” Thranduil commanded outraged, “I never want to see that boy anywhere near my granddaughter or my Realm again!”

“I am truly and utterly sorry for my son’s actions, Thranduil,” apologized Nynd, “I can assure you that you will never hear from us again.”

“Good,” stated the Queen clutching her granddaughter, “Now leave, both of you!” Nynd and Nónd left the Woodland Realm with hast and were never heard from again.


Things calmed down in the Palace after the two left and Legolindë was properly introduced to her father and mother’s good friend and her family.

“You have your father’s beautiful blue eyes and your mother’s stunning brown hair,” complemented Imbethoiniel.

“Thank you, Imbethoiniel,” thanked Legolindë, “There are so many questions I wish to ask you,” Imbethoiniel smiled and nodded, then introduced Legolindë to the rest of her family.

“We finally receive the pleasure of meeting the prominent daughter of Legolas and Beleglotiel,” Isarandel greeted, “I have longed to meet you Legolindë. Imbethoiniel talks much about your parents and spoke nonstop about you on our journey to your beautiful home. It is an honor and a pleasure to meet your acquaintance,” Next, she met Imbethoiniel’s son, Eithor.

“Siluad, Eithor,” Legolindë bashfully welcomed. Eithor took her hand and gently kissed it.

“It is a pleasure, Legolindë,” he stated, “I also have longed to meet you. Legolas and Beleglotiel are renowned in Imladris. After, their sacrifice in The Battle of Retribution, they became heroes.”

“You are a hero now, Eithor. I cannot thank you enough for saving me from that man,” said Legolindë.

“There are no thanks needed,” Eithor replied smiling. Legolindë could tell that this was the beginning of a wonderful relationship.

Next chapter coming soon…………..

[Tar-Ancalimë]

awwwwwwww

that was so cute bele, sooo cute

i can just see her falling for him.... really really cute :grin:

[Nala Greenleaf]

its just so beautiful mecry lol keep up the exellent work Bele :notworthy:

[Elbereth]

thanks for new chapter - really cheered me up.
Already like Legolinde and Eithor, it's a great talent to make the audience like the characters in only a few chapters.
I'm looking forward to great things from this story in the future yes, that was a hint
:thumbs:

[Adunauriel]

Absoulutely beautiful stuff Bele... I think I see love blossoming for Legolindë.... ;)

[Beleglotiel]

Heehee :grin: Only the future can tell ;)

[Elfdaughter]

OK, I've just been bullied onto this thread by Nala! Please do us all a great favour! Post this up on the new fanfic section! www.warofthering.net/fanfic . You are brilliant! Keep it up! I am SO glad nala pointed me onto you! Thank you, Nala! And well done Bel!

[Beleglotiel]

Thanks :grin: But what about this new fanfic thread? :huh:

[Lalaith]

AH - it's not a thread - it's a whole new section of the site - you can post your story, and any comments or reviews are put into their own section. You can edit and correct any errors . The link, as has been mentioned, is www.warofthering.net/fanfic

Register and start posting and reviewing!

There will be a link put on the main page soon, apparently - but we are trying to populate with as many decent stories as we can!!

That includes yours!!

(I think that covers everything!! :p ;) :p )

[Elfdaughter]

Yep. Just about. Mind, I do think decent is a bit of an understatement. This is brilliant! And yours, Lal, are fab!

[Beleglotiel]

This is crappy! I'm trying to register but it won't let me put ALL of my name!! :(

[Beleglotiel]

This is a funny chapter! I hope you enjoy!! :grin: lol roflmao lol

Chapter 5

Oops

After the events of the day before, Thranduil was firm in saying that Legolindë was to see no more suitors. Legolindë was overjoyed, not just because she didn’t have to meet anymore Princes, but because now she could explore Dol-Guldur and she would get a chance to speak with Imbethoiniel.
She woke up early that morning. The wind was calm and the sun shone warmly and heated the air. It was a hot summer day and was the perfect warmth for a swim. Legolindë dressed lightly and took Sánia further up the Forest River. She let Sánia graze on the grass of the riverbank and she waded, naked, out into the river. Finally, she felt at ease; something she hadn’t felt lately. The pebbles on the river bottom felt good to her feet. Legolindë dove into the running river. No one would be up this early in the morning to catch her; she could return home before anyone noticed that she was gone….So she thought…..

***
Eithor came to the stables and mounted his stallion, Nildur, and patted him on his muscular neck.

“Let us explore this new territory, shall we, Nildur,” Eithor muttered. The horse whinnied in response and they galloped into the forest. Eithor guided Nildur west, along the Forest River, using it as a guide line, just in case. He rode steadily for a little bit until he found a stray horse grazing on the bank. Eithor dismounted and approached the horse. “What are you doing all the way out here?” he thought out loud to himself. Suddenly, something caught his eye. A light purple dress lay on the ground close to the water. He bent down to inspect the garment. Eithor held it out in front of him wondering what on earth it could be laying there for. Just then, a body of nothing but flesh arose from the water with its back facing him. It was a girl, naked, in the river! Eithor was rendered speechless and lost all common sense. The woman pulled her hair back and reached for the bank, feeling for something. It hit Eithor, just then, that she was reaching for the piece of clothing. The girl touched the dress and tugged on it forcefully, taking Eithor with it! He plunged head first into the river. Legolindë screamed and turned around with the dress covering her naked body. Eithor emerged from the water and moved the wet hair out of his face. “Legolindë!?” he shouted astounded.

“Eithor!?” chorused Legolindë, “What in all Middle-Earth do you think you’re doing!?” Her cheeks flushed with red.

“I-I-” Eithor’s mouth wouldn’t work, “I’m dreadfully sorry, Legolindë. I was not under the impression that you were bathing here,”

“I wasn’t bathing! I was swimming,”

“Yes, yes, excuse me. I didn’t realize you were swimming,” Eithor stammered. He couldn’t think of anything else to do besides stand in the rushing water. “Would you like me to help you dry off,” after saying it, he noticed that he didn’t exactly say the right words.

“NO, I don’t need you to help me dry off!!” shouted Legolindë angrily.

“Do you need me to help you get out?” he persisted. Legolindë groaned and dunked Eithor, by his head, back into the water. She quickly crawled out of the river and pulled the dress over her head. Eithor emerged once again gasping for breath.

“Well, I-I guess I deserved that,” he spluttered with water dripping down his eyebrows, nose, and eyelashes. Eithor crawled onto the bank and sat next to Legolindë.

“I could have done worse to you,” she spoke matter-of-factly.

“I do not doubt it,” he agreed, “However, I can assure you that this was completely a mistake,” Legolindë smiled mischievously and pushed him off of the bank back into the water again, laughing merrily. Eithor popped out of the water and grabbed Legolindë’s arm pulling her into the stream. The two laughed and fooled around gleefully until they discovered how late in the day it was. The sun was high in the sky as the two raced their horses back to the stables. Legolindë won, either by the speed of her horse or the fact that Eithor let her win, but was never revealed; she took delight in her victory nonetheless. By the time they returned Imbethoiniel, Thranduil, and the other two adults were searching about looking for them.

“Grandfather, I’m back!” she called stepping into the Palace in her soaked dress. Thranduil, followed by the others, hurried into the foyer.

“Legolindë, where have you been all morning? And why are your clothes soaked?” Queen Arnoviel wanted to know.

“We expect an answer from you also, Eithor,” stated Imbethoiniel. Eithor tried to think up a plausible excuse for being absent that morning.

“We fell in the river,” Legolindë blurted. It wasn’t the entire truth, but it wasn’t a lie. Everyone stared at her awkwardly, including Eithor. She simply shrugged and began to walk down the hall pulling Eithor with her.

“Where are you going now!?” Thranduil questioned.

“We’re going to dry off,” called Legolindë. Eithor trudged along behind Legolindë. The four remained standing in the vestibule looking ineptly at each other.

“I wonder what that was all about?” inquired Isarandel. The others shrugged and went about business as usual.

Next chapter coming soon………

[Narisunell]

lol !! good chapter, Bele! i look forward to reading more. but like i said, PLEASE don't make her and whoever she marries die like her parents! that would be bore me something horrid!

i was laughing when i read this. i don't normally like fanfics like this one and the prequel to it, but i certainly like this! it's a first... :o lol

keep up the great work! :thumbs:

i think i will go nuts if i read your sig one more time... creepy... ack! the disembodied voice is coming back... *runs off screaming in the other direction after sticking her thumb up one last time*

[Beleglotiel]

lol roflmao lol
I have an entirerly different direction that I am going in with fanfic, so worry not!! ;)

(don't you like my siggy? :huh: lol )

[Elfdaughter]

Bel - it wouldn't let me put mine in eitheir! I put in my REAL name! Just use Bele or something like that!

[Tar-Ancalimë]

heehee that was a good one bele! i like Eithor a lot, look forward to hearing more about him! :grin:

[Elbereth]

Last chapter wonderfully light hearted without distracting from the story - brilliant

[Nala Greenleaf]

lol i really enjoyed that i await your next post!!!! lol anyway i think that my favorite part was when the two got home to many raised eyebrows!!!!! *sighs* what would i give to play with Legolas like that.............. oops gettin a bit off track here lol wonder Bele i shall continue to wait!!!!! :thumbs:

[Adunauriel]

I absolutley loves the Light-heartedness of theis chapter.. It was good to laugh at Legolindë & Eithor as they acted like children....:grin: lol

[Beleglotiel]

veryhappy I was giggling as I was writing it :grin: I really do like Eithor (not just because I am proud of myself for making up that name lol ;) ) but I just like the way he is, if that makes sense. Actually, I have based his character off of one from a movie, I doubt any of you have seen it....it's a pretty old movie. :thumbs:

BTW: Elfdaughter, I did just put Bele as my name ;)

[Narisunell]

I READ YOUR SIG AGAIN! i shall perish... *runs around the room hitting self on the head with a :trout: *

anyways, yea, very, very, funny! plz update SOON!

[Amoraq]

Great job Bele. I just caught up again. I really like Eithor. Keep up the great work!:thumbs:

[Elvenwanderer]

very nice Bele!!
can't wait to read more!!!

[Beleglotiel]

Thank you thank you! Jeez, Narisunell!! Quit reading if it it freaks you out so much!!! :rolleyes: ugh!
Here you are.........a new chapter :grin:

Chapter 6

Getting to know you

Legolindë told Eithor to dress into something thin and then come to her room. She hurried into her room, and changed into a light, sky blue dress that had a slight train dragging on the floor. Not long after she slipped on her dress, there came a knock on the door. Legolindë opened the door to see Eithor, barefoot, wearing a much tailored maroon tunic, with elaborate, silver designs around the collar, tail, ends of the sleeves (which were straight), and buttons. His straight legged pants were a lighter color maroon that cut off at his ankles. Eithor’s wet hair lay, still slightly dripping, down his back. Legolindë smiled and welcomed him into her room.

“I thought we were going to dry off?” Eithor mused.

“We are,” answered Legolindë. She walked over to the glass, maple wood framed, double doors, and opened them to reveal an average sized balcony that was well lighted with sunlight. “Come, lay on the balcony with me,” she insisted and sat, also barefoot, on the balcony floor in the warm sunshine. Eithor came and sat next to her. Legolindë sprawled out to take in all the rays she could. Eithor followed her example.

“Legolindë,” began Eithor.

“Yes?”

“Why were you forced to meet with those suitors? I could tell that you were opposed to the idea.” Eithor stated.

“It is a long story, Eithor,” replied Legolindë.

“We have all the time in the world,” said Eithor smiling and rolled over to face her. The Princess rolled over on her side to face him and smiled.

“Grandfather seems to think that anything can be solved by getting married,”

“That is foolish. Why would he think such a thing?”

“I do not know. He did the same with my father, in a way, well, at least that is what my Uncle Pheradë has told me,”

“But what had you done to make him force you to choose a husband?” inquired Eithor.

“I suppose it was my irresponsibility and the fact that I acted immature,”

“You are not at all immature, Legolindë. You have a free spirit and have a wild heart,” Eithor spoke, “and I admire that,” He said with a slight glimmer in his eye. Legolindë grinned.

“I never wanted to get married, as you said, especially not to either of those two Princes. Why must our elders force us to do such abhorrent things?” Eithor shrugged.

“I am in a similar conflict with my mother,” Eithor informed.

“What about?” asked Legolindë slightly surprised.

“My mother wishes me to be a healer, like herself. I have tried the practice of healing and discovered that I, in reality, was not meant to be a healer. Despite my failure in healing, my mother still persisted in trying to develop my skills,”

“And what is it that you want to do?” Eithor took a slight breath of pride.

“I desire to become a warrior, like my father,”

“A warrior? How exciting!” exclaimed Legolindë, “I have always admired the skill and cunning of the warriors in our army. Are you a swordsman?” Eithor smiled.

“That I am, and am also skilled in archery. Mother highly opposes my learning, but father usually has the last say about my training. Father is the one who trains me,”

“Would you teach me? My mother was a wonderful swordswoman, so I’ve heard, and I would most enjoy learning,” Legolindë begged.

“I don’t see why not,” Eithor consented, “However, do not expect me to make your training easy, just because you are a female.”

“I would want it no other way,” agreed Legolindë, “When may we start?”

“I think we have had enough excitement for today,” Eithor said chuckling, “Perhaps we can begin your lessons tomorrow. But wait,” he stopped himself, “have you a blade or bow?” Legolindë realized just then that she had none. Then, she had a brilliant idea.

“No, Eithor, I have none of my own,” then she smiled mischievously, “But I know where I can find them. Come on!” She jumped to her feet and dashed out of her room into the hall.

“Where are we going?” Eithor called to her as she ran ahead of him.

“You will see,” Legolindë yelled back to him. She knew where to find a sword and a bow, but was she really willing to use these particular ones?

Next chapter coming soon……………

[Elfdaughter]

Bele, just ignore Nari. She is officially insane.

[Dawnnamira Nerwen]

NO SHE'S NOT!

I'm the insane one around here! :p

Please continue the story soon Bele!

[Nala Greenleaf]

Cool so far Bele keep up the great work!!! :thumbs:

[Adunauriel]

Ah I wonder whos bow & Sword she shall use...?.... I think I have a fairly good idea, but I'll wait and see.....;)

[Amoraq]

Great new addition Bele. I think I have an idea about who's sword and bow she will use also. If it's what I think then....
hmmm...getting very interesting here.:thumbs:

[Beleglotiel]

;) I try my best to keep the reader on their toes, tho I know I don't do it as well as others. :thumbs:

[Amoraq]

Ahh Bele. You do an absolutely wonderful job. Keep up the great work!:thumbs:

[Narisunell]

ooh, wonderful chapter! i shan't even BEGIN to guess who's weapons she will use, because i wanna find out when you actually post it and not think of many absurd things like i normally do.

Dawnnamira: :nono: :rolleyes: wanna bet? i am DEFINATELY TIMES THE LARGEST NUMBER THA WILL EVER BE CREATED, HERE OR ELSEWHERE the insane person around here.

Bele: i really can't wait till the next chapter! you are a VERY skilled writer, and personally, i like this better than the prequel. this one has light-heartedness, challenges, troubles, and many other elements that make up a great story. Keep it up! :thumbs:

oh, btw, there is no possible way for me to stop reading your sig. it is just NOT possible! lol lol

[Elfdaughter]

I will BEG you once again...put this up on the fanfic section! Please!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[Beleglotiel]

Hey, I put up my last story!!! Jeez! lol I just haven't gottne around to putting this one up!! Maybe tonight after I get home from school (that is if I get home before my brother or dad claims the computer) ;)

[Nala Greenleaf]

I have a hunch that a certain person's weapons are still in role play even tho they are no longer there!!! ;)

[Elbereth]

I can guess at who's weapons but I want to know for certain
glad that the sequel hasn't lost any of the briliance of the first fic!

[Dawnnamira Nerwen]

Nari: I bet you're not!

Belle: I'm pretty sure I know...so please hurry and tell us who!

[Adunauriel]

Yes Bele, please grace us with the next installment soon...;)

[Beleglotiel]

I'll try to work on it some this weekend, but I gots lots going on :( one of my friends just invited themself over to my house, so I have to entertain him, then I have to work on a science project all weekend, and tomorrow, I have a party/sleepover to go to :( I'm swamped!! I'll try to squeeze in some writing time :thumbs:

[Narisunell]

Dawnnamira: I bet I am!

Bele- wow. busy weekend! ugh, i hate science projects! they totally suck. anyway, enjoy your time with friends or whoever, and update whenever you get a chance! hopefully i won't die waiting!

your location and the last sentence of your sig still creep me out, but everything else isn't so scary anymore! monkeys aren't taking over the world! yay! lol lol :thumbs:

[Beleglotiel]

Hah! That's what you think! Right now in zoos all over the world they are making plans to escape!!!!

lol I take pride and joy in freaking you out!! lol

[Dawnnamira Nerwen]

Nari-I bet I'm more insane then you! :p

Bele-Get your RL stuff done first! We'll be patient (I guess...)

[Narisunell]

Dawnnamira: YOU can have insane. I'LL take mental and hyper actively unstable! lol lol

Bele- :elfeek: :o they ARE!? *runs around like a mental person, yet again* lol lol lol about your last comment! i'm still not dead from waiting!

[Aldalaire]

Great chapter, Bele. I'm pretty sure I know who's sword and bow she will use, but I'm not tellin ya who I think it is. I'll tell ya when you post the next chapter.

[Little Devil]

Where's the next chapter, they were really good! Keep writing. ;) :thumbs:

[Beleglotiel]

I'm sorry to have to do this to you, but you will have to be waiting a bit longer. :(

[Amoraq]

awww. Please post the next chapter soon Bele.

[Kenzie]

i'm gettin restless ...... i really must know what happens.....

[Nala Greenleaf]

QUICKLY!!!!!!!!!!! i have been sittin in front of this screen since the last post of the chapter and i am about to wet my pants!!!!!!!!!!!!lol lol no just kiddin but please be quick Bele i cant wait any longer!!!! ;)

[Beleglotiel]

OK, OK, no more waiting..........here ya go! :thumbs:

Chapter 7

Weapons for Legolindë

The branches and trees went by her as she ran through the woods. Eithor was catching up with her. She came to her destination and slowed to a stop. Legolindë reflected for a moment standing in the vast forest. Eithor came from behind her and was awed with what he saw. “This is their last resting place,” he muttered softly. He knelt down and lowered his head in honor of the fallen lovers. Legolindë spied the weapons of her parents lying on silk cloths on the pedestals of the statues that marked her parents’ grave. She approached the statue of her father and looked up at it reluctantly and took the quiver in which arrows were stored and the sheathes of the daggers were connected. Legolindë positioned it on her back and tightened the strap on her chest, then grasped the long bow in her hand. Then, she advanced to the statue of her mother and tied the belt around her waist to secure the sword. Hesitantly, she slowly stepped backward away from the stone faces peering down on her. She heaved a sad sigh and turned to leave. “Legolindë,” Eithor spoke worriedly. Legolindë briefly stopped then continued on her way back to the Palace. The young man glanced forlornly at the statues and headed after her.

Eithor walked beside Legolindë and remained silent for a little while, but he couldn’t stand the silence any longer. “Why did you take your parents’ weapons?” Legolindë rested her hand on the hilt of the sword and paid him no heed. Eithor stepped in front of her and held her arms. He stared down at her, but her eyes remained fixed on the ground. “Why did you take them?” She raised her head and looked into his caring gaze.

“These weapons are just as much mine as they were my parents. Since they are no longer alive, their weapons are passed to me and I do not intend to let these fine examples of craftsmanship go to waste.”

“I see,” began Eithor, “but it is more than that, I can tell,”

“Yes, I feel as if I am bonded to these weapons. They are a part of me as my parents are. Just knowing that the same hands that wielded these weapons were the same hands that held me when I was a babe, gives me a great sense of pride.” Eithor smiled and held her hands in his and the two began walking slowly. “I have a faint memory from when I was an infant. I imagine that it was just before the Battle of Retribution. I remember seeing my mother standing in front of a window speaking with your mother, while I lay in my crib watching. My mother held a sword and unsheathed it. That sword was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen, aside from my mother and father, of course. But I just knew that someday I would know how it felt to hold that blade and I was right. Today I will handle it as my mother did and let it become, not just a sword, but an extension from my body.”

“I hope my teaching will not restrain the might of that sword. Perhaps a part of your mother and father resides in those weapons?”

“Perhaps,” agreed Legolindë, “Now where shall we begin?”

“We ought to wait until tomorrow before beginning your lessons. Many things have taken place today.” Eithor explained.

“But I am eager to begin! Could we not please start today?” Legolindë begged. Eithor chuckled.

“I do not even have my equipment to begin with; besides,” he said, “I would much rather continue to talk with you.” There was a handsome twinkle in his eye and Legolindë felt her heart skip a beat. A strange feeling welled up in her stomach. It felt awkward to her, but, for some bizarre reason, she liked it.

Next chapter coming soon……

[Nala Greenleaf]

AAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWW mecry *snif* that was....so............

.......beautiful!!!!!!!!!!!!

[Elfdaughter]

mecry Oh, that was lovely!

[Amoraq]

Oh, beautiful Bele. mecry

Great job...so I guessed right. She did use her parents weapons.

[Beleglotiel]

Yep, I wasn't going to say anything, I just wanted you all to guess ;)

[Aldalaire]

I knew it! I was right! She used her parent's weapons! Great job, Bele. I'm readin this thing over and over again. :read:

[Kenzie]

i lov it !!! ....... i sense a romance begining....... ;)

[Narisunell]

score! i was right! she used her parents weapons! beautiful, very beautiful. i look forward to more soon!

Legolinde and Eithor- how sweet!

[Beleglotiel]

Heehee...............it gets better..............believe me :flamer: you'll just have to wait and see ;) :thumbs:

[Adunauriel]

I also was correct in my guessing that it would be her parents weapons she chose to use... But it was a great moment when she took them from from their places of honor because she knew she was ment to use them...:thumbs:

[Elbereth]

I guessed right! Great addition to the plot, nearly as good as the possibility of romance...only joking! Loved it anyway.
Already waiting for the next chapter

[Beleglotiel]

Here's more!! :thumbs:

Chapter 8

Lessons

The sun danced on the floor of Eithor’s bedroom window and a sliver of sunshine sprang onto his face. He tried not to let the dawning of the day interrupt his slumber. Just then, Eithor’s acute Elven hearing detected slight footsteps from behind him and he smiled playfully. He swiftly sat up and grabbed the forearms of the person who had been creeping up behind him. There came a playful squeal from Eithor’s prey as he pulled her onto the bed. “Ha! I have you!” he shouted victoriously, “Even with the grace gifted to us by our Elven heritage, you still cannot defeat my keen hearing.”

“You didn’t hear me!” Legolindë doubted.

“Oh, but I did!” Eithor declared smiling, “Maybe instead of teaching you how to wield a sword, I should improve your stealth?” he joked. Legolindë smirked impishly.

“Come now, don’t be slothful,” she said rising from the bed, “You promised to teach me to swordfight,”

“Now, I didn’t exactly promise,” he stated teasingly and crawled out of bed. Legolindë rolled her eyes and shoved him back onto the bed so hard that he flipped over to the other side landing on his knees. Eithor looked across the bed at Legolindë slightly perplexed. She ran out of the room laughing with Eithor chasing behind her. As they ran down the hall, King Thranduil was just opening up his bedroom door. The two of them zoomed past him, nearly knocking him off his feet.

“Sorry, Grandfather!” Legolindë called back to him over her shoulder. Thranduil watched them as they ran down the long hall and down the stairs. He was slightly flabbergasted and groaned in a faintly irritated way.

They all settled down to breakfast together. Legolindë and Eithor ate hastily so they could begin with the lessons. Tarania, who was very much a lady in all aspects, ate her food slowly, despite the fact that she internally wanted to accompany them wherever they were going. After they half finished the food on their plate, they politely asked to be excused from the table.

“And where might you two be off to in such a hurry?” questioned Thranduil.

“We are going to the fountain,” Legolindë informed. Though they were going to the fountain that stood behind the Palace, she did not tell why.

“Might I ask why?” the King persisted.

“Eithor has not yet seen it and I wish to show it to him,” was the Princess’s response. Thranduil gave up and waved his hand (in a defeated sort of way) in permission that they could go. He wasn’t sure of what all was going on, though, after their behavior this morning, he was curious to find out what they were doing.

Legolindë ran up to her room, clutched her mother’s sword, and met Eithor in the hallway where he stood with his own sword. They went behind the Palace where a beautiful fountain stood. The area was like a miniature courtyard with wonderful plant life surrounding it.

“This seems like a nice area to begin your training,” Eithor spoke. Legolindë nodded in agreement and turned to him.

“So,” she began, “what’s first?” Eithor began in instructing his apprentice in the art of swordsmanship. She took to it like a duck to water. The ability to wield a sword was, no doubt, in her blood. Not long after they began the session, Tarania joined them.

“What are you two doing out here?” she asked in her quiet voice.

“Eithor is teaching me how to swordfight,” replied Legolindë.

“Do you think I could possibly learn how? I’ll try anything once,” Tarania wondered smiling.

“Of course,” Eithor permitted, “I’m always looking for a new student. However, first you must have a sword.”

“I do not have one,” she said sadly, “Perhaps I may borrow father’s sword.”

“Would he allow it?” Legolindë questioned.

“I’m not sure, but I won’t have it long. He will never even know that I had it.” Tarania rushed off to retrieve her father, Pheradë’s, sword.

“The poor dear, I’ve rubbed off on her,” muttered Legolindë. Tarania returned shortly with her father’s blade and was ready to learn. She caught on just as well as Legolindë. Before Eithor knew it, they had already learned much more than he had in that amount of time.

“Now then,” Eithor began sitting on the side of the fountain, “Do you think you are ready for combat. I will go slightly easy on you of course, since you are both beginners,” he grinned and winked at the two girls.

“I’m ready!” Legolindë proclaimed. Tarania was somewhat hesitant in responding.

“Yes, I’m prepared.”

“Who wants to volunteer to go first?” asked Eithor.

“I do!” volunteered Legolindë and she readied her sword.

“Alright then,” and Eithor situated his blade and approached his opponent. He swung his sword at her and she parried his attack. “Watch your stance!” he cautioned. Eithor brought his sword down in an above hit. Legolindë met his sword with hers. The teacher rolled off her sword and slipped behind her. From behind, he brought his sword next to her neck cutting a few strands from her hair. “That could have been your head.” Legolindë spun to her left and hit his sword away from her neck. Their blades clanged together fiercely. The young Princess blocked her foe’s sword in midair and thrust it out of his hand. She swiped across his chest, but he jumped back so that she cut a slit in his shirt. Eithor somersaulted on the ground and clutched his weapon. He rose to one knee just in time to meet Legolindë’s strike. She was forcing down upon him, but Eithor pushed back and staggered to his feet. He cunningly rolled off her strike so that when he released from her blade she stumbled forward with all of the force she was exerting into the blow. As she fell forward, her shoulder was sliced by Eithor’s blade. A small spurt of blood came from the somewhat deep cut.

“Oh, Legolindë!!” cried Tarania in fright and she advanced toward her cousin.

“Legolindë, I’m very sorry! Are you alright!?” Eithor asked anxiously helping her to her feet. Blood trickled down Legolindë’s light purple dress.

“It’s not too deep,” she answered bravely, “I’m fine.”

“You fought fantastically, Legolindë!” exclaimed Tarania.

“Yes, you did, much better than I had anticipated. You even managed to cut my shirt.” Eithor enunciated. The three of them chuckled heartily. Suddenly, a voice from behind silenced their laughter.

“What’s going on?” questioned the person from behind. The three Elves turned around to face the eavesdropper.

“Father!” Tarania shouted surprised, “We were just,”

“I was teaching them how to swordfight, your grace,” Eithor interrupted.

“Why?!” Pheradë snarled in a soft voice.

“We wanted to learn,” Legolindë explained.

“Do not let Father hear of this or you won’t get him to calm down for weeks,” Pheradë cautioned.

“Uncle Pheradë, why would Grandfather be angry that we are learning to swordfight?” questioned Legolindë. Her uncle paid no attention to her question, however, his eyes widened at the sight of her bleeding arm.

“Legolindë what happened to your arm!?” he questioned fearfully taking her hand and examining the wound.

“I’m sorry, Prince Pheradë, it was my fault. We were practicing and I accidentally cut her,” clarified Eithor.

“That’s quite alright, Eithor, just as long as King Thranduil does not find out-” Pheradë was cut off by a thundering voice from behind.

“Too late!” Thranduil stormed out into the small courtyard, “An explanation, if you please,” he demanded staring at the three adolescences.

“We were learning how to swordfight,” Legolindë humbly answered.

“Why?” None of them really had a good answer to the question. Surely they could not use the answer they used when Pheradë had asked; the King would never accept it. A moments silence went by, “I will have no granddaughter of mine being taught how to fight,” Thranduil glanced down at the sword in Legolindë’s hand and had a sharp intake of breath, “Where did you get that?” he asked, though he already knew the answer.

“It is mother’s sword,” replied the Princess. Thranduil held out his hand and she placed the hilt in his palm.

“Did you steal the daggers and bow and arrows as well?” questioned King Thranduil. Her heart clinched at the word ‘steal’, yet she nodded her head. “Bring them to me immediately after you have taken care of that injury,” he turned to leave and stopped momentarily, “And I forbid both of you from ever sword fighting again, have I made myself clear?”

“Yes,” replied Tarania and Legolindë in unison. The King continued on his way and left them standing, crushed, in the courtyard.

Next chapter coming soon………..

[Amoraq]

aww, that's mean of Thranduil. I bet Legolinde keeps learning anyway...she should.

Keep up the great work Bele. This story just keeps getting better and better!:thumbs:

[Beleglotiel]

Thank you, though I apologize for making it such a long chapter, heh ;)

[Kenzie]

yhea ... i think your right she will keep learning .... she's the adventurous type!!!

[Adunauriel]

I hope she keep learning, she's ment for greatness if Thranduil would only let her....:grin:

[Narisunell]

very nice... evil Thranduil! that's not nice... yea, i think she will continue... like her mum! ;) adventerous and brave!

[Beleglotiel]

Yeah, well, you just wait, it gets MUCH better :wicked: muahahaha!!

[Nala Greenleaf]

OH NO!!!!!!!!! that is soooooooo unfair she has her mother and fathers blood she has a thirst to fight and she needs to have it quenched!!!!

[Kenzie]

nicly put nala....

keep writin i don't want chapter 9 to take as long as chapter 8 took lol ( i can't wait that long!!! lol )

[Beleglotiel]

Oh chill ;) lol I'll prolly get at least one chapter done this weekend :thumbs:

[Narisunell]

good..... ooh, it gets BETTER? wow... yayness!

wonderfully put, Nala!

[Nala Greenleaf]

thank you thank you!!!!! lol everone has a point though Bele. we cant wait as long as the length of time chapter 8 took!!!!!!!!!! that would be terrible!!!!!!!!!! please be quick if you get it up tomorrow i will be grateful becoz the computors at school have a virus on them!!!!!!!!

[Beleglotiel]

I'm going to work on it today, and if I don't have it up by the end of the weekend......blame my evil brother :angry:

[Beleglotiel]

Chapter 9

The past affects the future

Her hand clutched the scabbard of the sword as she silently walked to Imbethoiniel’s room. Many thoughts tumbled around in her head, thoughts such as, ‘Why will he not allow us to learn the art of swordsmanship’ and ‘Why is Grandfather angered so by this’. Those were just some of the several questions she needed to ask Imbethoiniel. Quietly, she knocked on the door and waited patiently for it to open. The door opened momentarily and Imbethoiniel ushered Legolindë into the room. Imbethoiniel questioned her regarding the cut in her arm and hastily went about healing it. The two seated themselves on the bed.
“Imbethoiniel,” began Legolindë.

“Yes,” answered Imbethoiniel as she worked on Legolindë’s injury.

“Why is Grandfather so spiteful about me sword-fighting?” Imbethoiniel paused a moment, glanced at her, and then continued her work.

“Ever since the Battle of Retribution, Thranduil has been against sword fighting, let alone archery. I suppose it was because your mother and father…..” she stopped.

“-died because of it,” Legolindë finished for her. Imbethoiniel nodded.

“He even forbade Pheradë to practice his swordsmanship. King Thranduil lost two sons already to the blade of a sword; he promised he would not lose another,”

“Two sons?” Legolindë wondered, “I thought Uncle Pheradë was my only uncle,”

“You mean to say they never told you about Laihision?” Legolindë shook her head. Imbethoiniel was discouraged when she heard this, “I don’t understand why they wouldn’t have told you about him. It could have possibly been because of the fact that his death motivated Legolas to fight.” Imbethoiniel shook her head. She put an herb on Legolindë’s cut. Legolindë winced at the sting.

“So, Grandfather doesn’t want me to learn because he is afraid that he might lose us in a battle?”

“Somewhat,” Imbethoiniel replied, “Though, it may be more than that. I am no mind reader,” once again, she paused, “I think that you remind him so much of Legolas and Beleglotiel, that he fears you have also inherited their reckless ambition and wild spirit and he is afraid you will someday go off and do something rash and face the same fate they did. He wants nothing but the best for you. You must understand that,” she explained as she wrapped a cloth around her wound.

“I know, though, he doesn’t seem like it at times. With the suitor business, you know,”

“Your grandfather is merely doing what he thinks he right. It may not be the right thing sometimes, but you must respect him for trying.” Legolindë nodded, “Now that you understand him, you must make him understand you. Your heart is wild and free, and that variety of nature, cannot be controlled.” The healstress smiled at her caringly. Legolindë leaned forward and embraced her tightly.

“Thank you,” she whispered. They released each other from the hug and Legolindë stood to leave, “Grandfather has instructed me to bring him mother and father’s weapons, I wish you would come with me,” she begged.

“Nay, that I cannot do; this you must do on your own,” Legolindë sighed and left the room. She went to her own room and gathered the other weapons, then headed for the Great Hall where her grandfather would be waiting.

Next chapter coming soon……..

[Tar-Ancalimë]

very nice bele! im sorry i havent been around in a while, but i have been - mostly - keeping up. lol

[Beleglotiel]

Heehee, sok, nice to see ya around again! :grin:

[Amoraq]

veru nice addition Bele!:thumbs:

More!!!

[Adunauriel]

A great addition filled with ver touching moments.. I can't wait to read more...:grin:

[Beleglotiel]

Here is more............can't write anymore today, evil brother wants the computer ;)

Chapter 10

Anger in sadness

She turned the knob on one of the double doors leading to the Great Hall and stepped inside. Once again, King Thranduil stared down on her, sitting on his throne, looking powerful and this time malicious. Legolindë approached him and held out the quiver, bow, and sword. Thranduil took them and looked at them in anguish.
“Why did you steal them?” his voice was angry and mournful at the same time.

“I did not steal them. These weapons are rightfully mine.”

“They belonged to your parents-”

“And so are now passed to me,” Legolindë spoke coolly and tried not to let her temper rise up and make her say things she would regret.

“Why must you contradict me in everything!?” Thranduil burst and stood up from his throne.

“I do not contradict you, I simply say what I think is the right thing!”

“So what you are trying to say is that I am wrong!”

“No! I never said that,”

“You may not have said it, but I know what you meant,”

“Grandfather, why are you acting like this?!” Legolindë shouted. King Thranduil seated himself again.

“You purely could not comprehend, my dear,” he uttered rubbing his forehead with his hand, as he did when he was upset.

“I do not know what it is like to have a father or a mother, nor do I know what it is like to lose a son, or two,” Thranduil glanced at her confused, “But I understand why you detest sword fighting and I am sorry if I saddened you. This must weight heavily on you.” King Thranduil did not know what to say. Instead of remorse and forgiveness, he was filled with malice and hatred.

“Get out,” he whispered furiously. Legolindë didn’t understand, “I said get out!” Thranduil rose from his chair and threw the weapons to the floor, “Leave me!!” Tears filled Legolindë’s eyes. Obviously she had said something wrong. She grabbed the weapons and ran from the monster she had called ‘grandfather’. Slamming the door behind her, she leaned against it and slid to the floor. Tears streamed from her face. Legolindë got up and ran to the stables.

She ran right passed Tarania. Tarania followed her to the stables.

“Legolindë, what happened? What did Grandfather say?” she asked concerned. Legolindë mounted Sánia.

“Tell Eithor I am going for a ride,” was her answer.

“Will please answer me!?”

“Just tell him!” Legolindë nudged Sánia forward and the beautiful horse took off. Tarania stood there fretful and confused. She ran to find Eithor and give him the message. Eithor was found in his room where he stood swinging his sword, waiting for Legolindë to return. Tarania burst through the door.

“Tarania, is everything alright?” Eithor asked worriedly seeing as how she was out of breath.

“Legolindë…….told me……..to tell you…..she went for a ride,” she spoke still trying to catch her breath.

“Calm down, where did she say she was going?” Eithor questioned leading her to sit on his bed.

“She…didn’t say, but she looked very upset. She was crying,”

“Why?” Tarania shook her head that she didn’t know.

“She had her parent’s weapons when she left,” explained Tarania, “Go after her please, I don’t want anything bad to happen to her.” Eithor nodded and sheathed his sword.

“If anyone asks, tell them I went to look for her,” he instructed. Tarania accompanied him to the stables and he mounted his steed, Nildur.

“Please be quick!” she called after him as he rode out into the woods. Eithor rode swiftly along the forest river until he came to see hoof prints in the ground. He followed them into the woods.

***
Legolindë rode deep into the woods this time. She wasn’t sure if she should return home. Perhaps she could stay with Beorn for a week or two. Sánia ambled along slowly, but came to a stop when she eyed and dead animal lying on the forest floor. Legolindë spotted it and stooped to examine it. The animal was a deer looking creature and was, no doubt, dead, but there were no marks on it that indicated that it had been preyed on by another animal or perhaps even a person. Legolindë discovered hoof mark that the animal had left. Curious to find out how the animal came to expire, she followed the tracks until they ceased to exist at the bank of the Forest River. She looked around and saw nothing unusual until she looked at the water. It had a hint of black. Legolindë remembered Beorn telling her that he had seen black tinting in the water. What could it be and what did it have to do with the death of that animal? Legolindë pondered over this until she heard the beating of hooves on the ground. She turned around and saw Eithor riding toward her on Nildur.

“I have been searching everywhere for you!” Eithor exclaimed, “What happened during your talk with King Thranduil? Tarania said you seemed very upset. Did he say something that angered you?”

“Never mind that, Eithor, and come look at this,” Legolindë instructed. He came over and stared at the flowing river.

“What?”

“Look, the water, its tinted black,”

“Hmm, strange,” Eithor commented.

“Strange? Is that all you can say?”

“What do you want me to say?” Legolindë scanned the water.

“I don’t know,” she sighed.

“Come on, let’s get back to the Palace,” Legolindë scorned at his suggestion.

“I’m not going back,” she stated.

“Not going back? What do you mean by that?” he asked shocked.

“I mean I’m not going back and I want you to come with me,”

“Come where?”

“We’re going to visit a friend of mine,” she said mounting Sánia, “If we hurry we can get there before the morning.

“Who is this friend of yours?” wondered Eithor, “And what are we supposed to eat? We’ll starve by time we get there!”

“Quit thinking about your stomach and get on your horse. In all the time you were asking questions we could have been there by now!”

“I doubt that,” Eithor said smiling and mounted Nildur. Eithor and Legolindë rode swiftly through the forest not knowing what adventure they were about to uncover.

Next chapter coming soon…………

[Amoraq]

ooh great! I didn't think there'd be more so soon!

Thranduil was so mean. I think he'll regret it later though. Great job Bele!

[Kenzie]

OoOoO ... what are they gtting into???

OoOoO... two chapters in one day!! yay!!!!!!

[Beleglotiel]

Yep, I've been a busy girl and plus I didn't have the heart to make you wait too long ;) :grin:

[Dawnnamira Nerwen]

Yeah right...are we really suppose to believe that?

[Beleglotiel]

Well............uh...........yeah :blush:

[Nala Greenleaf]

dont worry i believe but now you have to huur up and do the next chapter!!!!!lol please be quick!!! :grin:

[Adunauriel]

Another great chaper Bele, I can't wait to read more... Not to worry I'll make it until your next installment...:thumbs:

[Beleglotiel]

OKay, okay, here's more you impatient little people lol ;) :thumbs:

Chapter 11

Terms of investigation

The night had come and they sat around the makeshift fire they put together for warmth. Nildur and Sánia grazed a few feet away. Eithor’s stomach growled loudly as he lay staring up at the stars.

“I’m hungry,” he whispered rubbing his empty belly. Legolindë lay beside him with her hands behind her head as she also looked up at the stars.

“Do you always think about your stomach?” she asked teasingly.

“Not all the time.” Eithor jokingly replied, “Couldn’t we find something to eat? Maybe hunt down an animal?”

“Eithor, we’re out in the open. There is no chance that a deer or any other ‘edible’ animal would be around. You’ll just have to wait until we get to Beorn’s house.”

“Beorn? You didn’t tell me that he was the friend that we were going to see”

“Well, he is, and we should be there soon. We’ll just have to wake up early so we can get there before dawn.”

“In that case, let’s hurry and get to sleep.” Eithor said rolling over on his side. The two fell asleep quickly, but before either of them knew it, it was time to get up.

Legolindë tugged on Eithor’s tunic. “Come on, lazy, get up,” Eithor brushed her off and rolled on his other side. Legolindë smirked and led Sánia over to where Eithor lay. Sánia began to lick his face with her wet, sopping tongue. Eithor scrambled to his feet with disgust and he wiped his face vigorously.

“Ew! That is sickening!” he exclaimed. Legolindë laughed enthusiastically.

“I think she likes you!” she commented in between her giggles. Eithor grunted and mounted Nildur. Legolindë climbed atop Sánia and grinned at him. “Oh, Eithor, please don’t be angry with me, it was just a bit of fun.” Eithor looked into her eyes and smiled.

“I could never be angry with you.” Legolindë blushed and looked away.

“We better get moving before the sun rises,” said Legolindë. Nudging Sánia forward, they started toward Beorn’s house.

The sun was just inching its way over the horizon when Beorn’s house came into view. Legolindë and Eithor were greeted by many animals as they approached the house. One of the animals ran to the back of the house and informed Beorn of the visitors. The large, lumbering man came out from behind the dwelling. The two dismounted and came forward.

“Hullo! It’s kind of you to visit me again, Legolindë, and so soon,” Beorn chuckled.

“There are some things I need to speak with you about, Beorn,” Legolindë explained. Beorn eyed Eithor who stood beside her.

“And who might this young fellow be, hmm?” asked the large man.

“Beorn, this is my good friend Eithor, he is the son of Imbethoiniel,”

“Ah, yes!” exclaimed Beorn and he shook Eithor’s hand excitedly, “So you’re the son of that Imbethoiniel I’ve heard so much about? It’s a pleasure to meet you, my boy,”

“The pleasure is mine,” Eithor responded rubbing his hand that the strong man practically crushed. Beorn led them inside and seated them in his Hall. Legolindë explained about what happened and how Thranduil lashed out at her. This took Eithor by surprise since he had not yet heard, until now, what happened while she and King Thranduil spoke together. Beorn was particularly disappointed by the words and actions of the King and thought that he should be more understanding with his granddaughter. Legolindë went on to explain about how she found the dead animal and the black tinting in the water.

“Black tint in the water, you say?” Beorn wondered, “I think there’s more to this than we’re taking it for,” he said stroking his beard.

“What do you mean by that?” questioned Legolindë.

“I’ve been meaning to investigate Dol-Guldur for some time now. I believe the occupants down there have something to do with this mysterious tinting in the water.”

“How so?” Eithor spoke up.

“I’m not entirely sure, lad, that’s why I’m going there to find out.”

“Please, let us go there with you!” begged Legolindë.

“I really don’t think it would be safe for me to take you two along,” Beorn reasoned.

“We wouldn’t get in the way, besides, we both know how to defend ourselves,” Eithor pleaded. Beorn was silent for a moment.

“Fine, I’ll permit it,” Beorn gave in, “on one condition,” Legolindë and Eithor leaned in to hear what he had to say, “You’ll not do anything without asking me first, agreed?”

“Agreed,” answered Eithor and Legolindë in unison.

“You two have obviously been traveling for a while, and without any food I daresay. Let us wait until tomorrow before we get into any trouble, just so you will be rested,” he said winking at the two. Eithor’s eyes grew wide at the mention of food and gladly consented to that proposition. Beorn offered the two a great quantity of and they sat at the big table and ate their fill. All three of them went to sleep early so that they could get a bright and early start in the morning.

Next chapter coming soon………

[Tar-Ancalimë]

ooh fun chapter. what kind of trouble are they getting themselves into now, eh?

aww hes so sweet... “I could never be angry with you.” <--fav part :grin:

[Beleglotiel]

Heehee, you like that part don't you........awww heehee :blush:

[Tar-Ancalimë]

see now you cant bug me about picking my fav part :p

[Beleglotiel]

lol i guess not ;)

[Amoraq]

lol That's a great new chapter. Ooh More. You can never escape Bele, the more you post the more we want. lol

Great job!:thumbs:

[Beleglotiel]

Uhh...........okay, I can't escape you :mmmm: you're freak'n me out, hon!

[Amoraq]

Sorry Bele, getting a bit figurative. Been online too long.

More, more, more!

[Aldalaire]

Great chapter, Bele. By the way, Bele, Amoraq is right.... the more you post the more we want!

[Nala Greenleaf]

WOW!!!! someones been a busy bee three chapters!!!!!! impresive!!!! lol wonderful chapter Bele!!! i await another installment!! :grin:

[Kenzie]

very good bele!!! they're comin out realy fast nearly one every day!!!!! it's true what amoraq said the more you post the more we want!!!! lol keep it up!!!

[Elbereth]

2 chapters YAY!!!! HIP HIP HOOOOOOOORAY!!!!!
sorry, got a bit over excited there
but then again
it's all Bele's fault for writing such good chapters that I get hyper!

[Flameotheius]

I loved it.


:) :) :)

[Adunauriel]

I loved it as well Bele, and will continue to love your story... It's truely amazing, pluse I can't wait to see the trouble they're going to get themselves into...:thumbs: lol

[Beleglotiel]

You just wait..........it gets really, oh how should I put it............hmm........thrilling......maybe that's the right word i'm looking for..........you'll just have to judge for yourself ;) :thumbs:

[Narisunell]

i LOVED the past three chapters! i agree with Tar about the fave part so far... "I could never be mad at you" aww, how SWEET!!!

Amoraq- did you get ur name from a book called Julie of the Wolves? cuz that's a wolf's and a baby's name in there.... just curios.

[Amoraq]

Nari- Yeah, that's where I found my name. I thought it sounded nice.

Bele- Keep up the great work. My fave part would prolly be when Eithor said "I could never be mad at you" also. That's so sweet of him. What type of trouble will they be getting into now?

[Ranger]

Hey I'm loving this Bele, just read it through and am definately gonna be checking on this for updates:) Keep it up*

[Beleglotiel]

Okay, ladies, things are starting to heart up now!! :flamer:

Chapter 12

Around the campfire

The three rose early that morning. Breakfast was eaten quickly, and then they moved on to gathering supplies for their journey. It was going to be a two to three day ride. They had to be sure that they carried enough provisions so that they would be prepared for anything. Legolindë and Eithor mounted their steeds and Beorn, did his most renowned trick of turning into a bear. He was a great, big, brown bear that was not but an inch smaller than the horses. His eyes were black and intently glaring at everything. Both of the young Elves were taken aback by this drastic transformation. Neither of them had seen anything quite like it before in all their years. Without any further delays, the trio galloped off through the chill of the morning.
Not long after they had set out, they crossed the Old Forest Road. They traveled on the edge of the forest so that their quest would be quicker. With half of the traveling finished and the moon shining its light on the land, the three halted and made camp. Legolindë commenced cooking over the fire they had made, though she was not a good cook, having something that was at least edible was better than nothing. Beorn changed back into his human form. He then ventured into the forest searching for more firewood and returned with his arms holding an abundance of branches and sticks that would keep the fire kindled for the entire night. Eithor set up their scanty bedding as he watched Legolindë slave over the fire.
“Are you sure that your cooking is safe to eat?” he questioned teasingly.

“You’ll eat what I cook and like it, Eithor. I may not be the best chef in Middle-Earth, but its food and your stomach should be happy with anything,” she answered and smiled as she stirred the food she was preparing.

“That it will,” Eithor said chuckling and he sat down on his improvised bed. Legolindë stepped back to reflect on her cooking when a breeze blew through the air. She shivered in her somewhat thin dress. Despite the fire, she was still cold. Legolindë rubbed her arms vigorously trying to warm herself. Then, she felt to hands hold her arms. “You are shivering. I am also cold. Come sit next to me so that we will keep each other warm,” spoke Eithor soothingly. He guided her to the mat he had been sitting on and they both seated themselves. Legolindë quivered once more as another stronger breeze came. Eithor put his arm around her shoulder and pulled her in tighter. She opened her mouth to protest, but stopped herself; at least she was warmer. Legolindë placed her hand on Eithor’s where it rested on his knee. Then, with the gentlest hold, she moved his hand from his knee to hers and she looked up at him and smiled. He smiled back at her with that handsome twinkle in his eye once again. Just then, a low clearing of the throat was hard from behind them. Beorn returned once again from the forest with even more firewood. The two Elves immediately acted as if nothing had happened.

“Oh-I-uh, I think the food is ready,” Legolindë stumbled with her words and rose to serve the rations. Beorn smiled amusingly at the two and chuckled to himself.

‘Young people…’ he thought to himself. The meal was had and was surprisingly satisfying. Beorn and Eithor gave their compliments to the chef and gladly asked for seconds, if there were any that could be spared. Legolindë was very pleased to hear that they liked her cooking and gladly gave them seconds. The three enjoy each others company by singing songs and telling fabled stories lore. Soon they realized how late the hour was and readied for bed. Legolindë threw more wood on the fire to keep it lasting through the night. She started for her mat when she was beckoned by a voice in the darkness.

“Legolindë,” whispered Eithor, “You know, it is awfully cold tonight, I’m afraid you will be uncomfortable, would you like to share a mat with me?” Legolindë didn’t know what to answer. Of course she knew his intentions; they were only to keep her warm. She knew that Eithor was not that find of man, in fact, he had saved her from one that was like that. Not only that, but she did have an intimate affection for him. It was possible that he felt the same way, or even more so. After an inner battle with herself, she consented. She crawled into the bed beside Eithor and was infinitely warmer. Eithor turned to look at her; the handsome twinkle was in his eye. Legolindë could feel herself blushing; her face felt warm. She could guess what was going to happen next, though she was surprised to see what Eithor did next. He turned on his back and looked up at the stars paying little notice that she was even in the bedding with him. This confused Legolindë greatly. Deep down, she had really hoped that she was being summoned to sleep with him for more of a reason than just ‘to keep her warm’. However, in all truth, it seemed that Eithor hadn’t had any ‘hands-on’ intentions as she had thought in the beginning. So, accepting this disappointment, Legolindë turned over on her back also, so she could stare at the stars overhead. Just as she had gotten comfortable, Eithor rolled over on his side, to face her again. “Legolindë,” he spoke. She turned over once again to face him. “I must say,” he began, hesitating slightly, “that I-I have become, quite fond of you, in more ways than one. It also seems more than a matter of love than it is fondness.” Legolindë stared at him blankly, but on the inside she was leaping for joy.

‘So he does feel the same!’ she thought to herself. In all her joy and perplexity, she found herself kissing him. Suddenly, she realized what she was doing and withdrew from the kiss, her eyes wide with shock. Eithor seemed happy, confused, and dazed at the same time. Truly, the kiss had taken him by surprise as well. Neither of them disliked it and both of them wanted to do it again, but knew that it was really not very proper. Regardless of whether it was proper or not, their lips met once more and this time they stayed locked longer than the first time. “Eithor,” Legolindë breathed after they had withdrawn from each other, “I love you.” Eithor put some of the hair that hung in front of her face behind her ear and smiled compassionately.

“I love you, too.”

Next chapter coming soon………….

[Kenzie]

ooohhh how sweet!!!! good job bele!!!!

[Nala Greenleaf]

AAAAAAAWWWWWWWWW that was soooooo sweet!!!!!

[Adunauriel]

Aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh.... I just love Love.... It gives me that tingly feeling inside....:grin:

[Beleglotiel]

You too, eh? lol roflmao lol

[Amoraq]

Awwwww, so sweet! That's just great!

[Elfdaughter]

Awwww, I love it!! I MUST STOP READING NEWLY POSTED CHAPTERS BEFORE READING THE OTHERS! But I can't help it!

[Beleglotiel]

lol You mean to say you haven't read the ones before it? :o lol well come on girl! Hop to! lol

[Tar-Ancalimë]

ooh belster that was great... sooo sweet :)

keep it coming :grin:

[Mirkgirl]

hmm I did the same as ED... and I agree with Tar (for once... it's not right to agree with her... hmmm) it was sweet :)

[Narisunell]

i have to agree with Adun- i got a tingly feeling!!! i like that feeling... anywhos, great stuff! that's an understatement, but my small brain cannot think up words to fulfill what i need to say, so i'll just say great stuff!! lol PLZ UPDATE SOON!!!! i luv the story so far! i want MORE! NOW!!! :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :)

[Dawnnamira Nerwen]

Yes Bele...

Just go ahead...

[Aldalaire]

I bow to your genius, Bele. notworthy That was great!

[Beleglotiel]

Heehee :) Well, it's spring break so expect some more chapters. I'm going to work on it today :thumbs:

[Kenzie]

oOo yay!!! shakes with excitment lol

[Amoraq]

Yay, Yippee. *jumps up and down*lol

Spring break for me too. More chapters!!!

[Beleglotiel]

If you thought Eithor was a charming..........you'll see where he gets it in this chapter ;) :thumbs:

Chapter 13

Worrying

It was going on the third say since Legolindë and Eithor’s disappearance. Queen Arnoviel insisted that they should be back by now. They all worried anxiously, all except for King Thranduil who, since that day when he had spoken with his granddaughter, remained in the Great Hall, locked in. He refused to open the door for anyone, not even for Pheradë or Arnoviel, and he would not tell of what had happened during his talk with Legolindë. Tarania was silent and didn’t say a word of what she knew. She was sure that her cousin had gone to Beorn’s home and that she would return after she had forgiven Thranduil. Though, it was still hard to watch her friends and family worry about them so.

Imbethoiniel walked through the hall vacuously. It was the wee hours of the morning as she roamed the halls in a zombie-like manner. The windows showed nothing but a dark void. She couldn’t help but worry for their safety. She had never been too protective over her only son, yet she was always keeping a careful eye on him. Imbethoiniel stopped in front of a long window and stood silently in the dim light of the falcate moon. A door opened near by. Isarandel walked outside into the hall as he adjusted the silver-gray robe around his shoulders. Imbethoiniel did not stir at his presence and stood still and quiet. Isarandel approached his wife worriedly.

“Dearest, why are you standing alone out here?” he asked compassionately. Imbethoiniel stared up into his dark gentle eyes.

“I could not sleep with so much concern on my conscience,” she replied.

“They will be fine,” Isarandel assured her taking her hands, “Eithor and Legolindë are resourceful and know how to take care of themselves. They’ll be back any day now from…wherever they are,”

“I just wish I knew where they were so I know that they are safe,”

“I have trained Eithor well; he can take care of himself as well as protect Legolindë if need be,”

“I wish you would not teach him such things. He desires to become a soldier like you, but I do not know if I am willing to risk letting him be killed in some barbaric battle,”

“You are willing to let me risk my life; I see no difference in allowing him to risk his,”

“I wish you would not speak like that. You make it seem as if I care nothing for you!”

“I know you do; all I have to do is look into your dazzling eyes, and I know,” Isarandel said smiling. Imbethoiniel lowered her head.

“I still wish-” Isarandel hushed her and put his finger under her chin, raising her head up to face him.

“You wish many things, my beloved, and my only goal in life is to make your every wish come true,” he kissed her on her brow, “Please, come to bed and get some rest. Tormenting yourself this way will not bring them back any quicker.” Isarandel went back into their room. Sometimes Imbethoiniel hated it when he was right. She had always been her friend’s source of fortitude, yet no one knew that Isarandel was hers. Heaving a heavy sigh, she glided to the door and into bed where she slept, still concerned.

Next chapter coming soon…………

[Amoraq]

Ooh great Bele! Isarandel is so charming!!!

Great job! Keep it up.:thumbs:

[Dawnnamira Nerwen]

Like father, Like son I guess.

Please, continue soon!

[Kenzie]

nice touch .... he taught his son well!!!

[Adunauriel]

It breaks my heart to have everyone so worried... A beautiful chapter, I'm glad that Isarandel is there to support Imbethoiniel.. I hope Eithor can protect Legolindë, cause I think their most definately going to get into trouble...:grin:

[Beleglotiel]

Here is more, chicas!!

Chapter 14

Race back to Mirkwood

They woke to see a smirking face hovering above them.

“Wake up lovebirds, it’s time to get a move on,” teased Beorn. Legolindë and Eithor smiled at his remark and rose from where they lay. The fire had died down during the night, so Legolindë had to rekindle it in order to make breakfast. The other two focused on getting everything else packed up and onto the horses. By time they finished, Legolindë had the meal ready and they all ate. The fire was disposed of, they mounted their horses, and Beorn transformed, then they were off on the most important part of their journey. They rode fast enough that they reached the part of the forest, where Dol-Guldur stood, by a little after noon. As they rode slowly through, the forest became very shadowy and gloomy. Legolindë could sense the evil that lied ahead, but she convinced herself that she would not turn back. Eithor moved closer to Legolindë in an act of courage and security.

Dol-Guldur came into view. It was surrounded by black walls and a gate. Behind the walls stood black worn down houses and a tall tower in the middle. The tower had windows that were merely square shapes cut out of the building. They couldn’t tell what exactly inhabited that place, but they could guess. There were noises that sounded like a pouring and mixing of liquids coming from the area, not to mention a few voices yelling. Beorn transformed into his human form and the two Elves dismounted. The trio crept in for a closer look. Eithor spotted a small hole in the wall and moved closer to it and peeped through. Orcs were bustling about moaning and complaining to each other. They were carrying bowls and pitchers with a black fluid in it. Eithor told the other two what he saw. Just then, two orcs, both carrying empty pitchers, came walking to the gate to go into the fortress. Not having enough time to retreat back into the woods, Eithor ran to the corner of the wall and waited on the other side. One of the orcs raised his hand to pull on the lever that notified the lookout that someone wanted in. As his hand was inches away from the lever, the other orc stopped him.

“What?” grunted the one who reached for the switch. The other sniffed the air carefully.

“Do you smell that?” grumbled the other.

“Smell what, Azmazh?” Azmazh looked around carefully. Legolindë and Beorn crouched low in the trees so they wouldn’t be seen.

“I thought I smelled an Elf,” replied Azmazh.

“Your nose is going bad. No Elves are around here.”

“Humph,” grunted Azmazh, “Come on let’s just get inside.” The other orc pulled on the lever and the gate opened. After it closed, the three sighed in relief. But they were still not finished. Eithor moved to the hole and watched the two to see what they did. He noticed that the pitchers in their hands were dripping with a black liquid.

‘What is going on with this liquid?’ wondered Eithor.

“Eithor, what’s going on?” whispered Legolindë. Eithor shushed her and paid closer attention to what was going on.

“Did you deposit it?” asked an orc that had met the two at the gate.

“Yes, Golalûk, it’s all taken care of. Now we just need to dump some of this stuff in the Shire,” replied Azmazh.

“Ishdug, has it spread through the Great River?” questioned Golalûk.

“It is making progress,” answered Ishdug.

“Good.” Golalûk spotted something in the corner of his eye. He stared right at where Eithor sat, crouched, looking through the hole. Eithor gasped and moved away from the hole, but it was too late; they had seen him.

“They saw me,” he whispered panting, “Go on, I’ll be there in just a second,” Legolindë and Beorn went to the horses and prepared to make their escape when the three orcs charged through the gate with bow and arrows in hand. Eithor dashed to the others and mounted Nildur swiftly, and then they retreated. The orcs commenced shooting their arrows. Eithor twisted around to see if they were being pursued when an orc arrow zinged passed his chest ripping a momentous amount of flesh off his body as it shot through the air. Eithor fell off his speeding horse and tumbled to the forest floor.

“Eithor!?” shrieked Legolindë and she turned Sánia around. After seeing Eithor fall, the group of orcs ran toward him. Legolindë picked him up as best she could and situated him on the horse and she climbed back on top of Sánia. The orcs were nearing them. “Noro lim, Sánia, noro lim,” she chanted in her horse’s ear. Sánia took off after Beorn and Nildur. They were almost out of the forest. After a long chase, the orcs gave up as the intruders fled the forest. Beorn halted quickly and transformed into his human state after having to turn into a bear to out run the orcs. He ran to help Legolindë with Eithor. They lowered him onto