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 the grass and examined his wound. It was a long incision and was pretty deep. Legolindë couldn’t help from crying as he lay there motionless. “Is he alive? Please let him be!” she pleaded. Beorn was not a healer but he checked his breathing.

“He’s probably unconscious from falling off his horse. He is breathing fine, but I’m afraid if we don’t get him to a healer soon, he might lose too much blood,” informed Beorn. Legolindë nodded.

“We must go to Mirkwood and take him to his mother,” she concluded. She glanced down at her dress and saw the stain of Eithor’s blood. Legolindë ripped the dress off up to her knees and wrapped it tightly around Eithor’s chest to try and stop it from bleeding so much. They set Eithor atop Sánia and Legolindë got up behind him so she could keep him steady. Beorn transformed and they went as swiftly as they could with Nildur following his wounded master. Hopefully, if they rode on through the night they could get to Mirkwood in time to save Eithor, despite the fact that Legolindë still dreaded to face her Grandfather again.

Next chapter coming soon…………

[Amoraq]

Great job...awww I hope Eithor is alright...mecry

What are the Orcs doing? hmm, keep it up Bele! :thumbs:

[Adunauriel]

What are the Orcs doing indeed..?...:mmmm:

I too hope that Eithor is and will be Ok.. I'd hate to see him go, it might just break my heart....

[Kenzie]

and they're going to do it to the shire too!!?? are they going to take over middle earth through water poisoning???;)

[Beleglotiel]

*bele keeps her lips zipped*
;) You'll just have to find out :thumbs:

[Amoraq]

Aww, Bele, you meanie.lol j/k

Will we find out soon?

[Beleglotiel]

You just keep reading and you'll find out sooner or later ;) :thumbs:

Chapter 15

Return to Mirkwood

It was the middle of the night and they traveled in total darkness apart from the glow of the moon. The forest was eerie at this time of night and it made them feel uncomfortable. They were nearing the Forest River then Eithor would be in good hands. His blood was showing through the fabric that was tied around him as an improvised dressing. Eithor had not awakened. The only indication he made that signified he was alive, besides his breathing, was an occasional moan of pain. Legolindë was so troubled, that she could hardly keep her eyes focused on the path. She was worried about Eithor and about seeing her grandfather again. What would she say to him? What was there to say? If she had her way, she would never talk to him again; but despite her anger, she knew that she had to forgive him, there was a suffering inside him that made him act and do what he did. She just wanted to be able to understand it more clearly.

Finally, they made out the glimmer of the moonlight on the Forest River and saw the bridge that stood over it. They crossed it eagerly and approached the gate that would allow them inside. Legolindë shouted a few Elvish words at the gate and it opened slowly. Beorn and Legolindë hurried inside to the square. The city seemed vacant since it was so late at night. Beorn transformed into his human form and Legolindë dismounted. Not bothering to put the horses away, Beorn carried Eithor down from the horse and followed Legolindë into the Palace. The vestibule was empty and dark. Legolindë ran up the stairs and burst through the door of Imbethoiniel and Isarandel’s room.

“Imbethoiniel!” Legolindë shrieked. The two sat up in bed startled.

“Legolindë!?” the two chorused together. They were both shocked to see her.

“Where have you been!? Where is Eithor!?” questioned Imbethoiniel franticly.

“There’s no time to explain. Eithor is wounded and needs your healing!” Legolindë explained rapidly.

“What!? Where is he!?” Isarandel asked rising from the bed.

“Out here, Beorn has him,”

“Beorn?” repeated Isarandel.

“Like I already said, there is no time to explain, please hurry!” implored Legolindë. Imbethoiniel rushed outside into the hallway where Beorn stood carrying her son in his arms.

“Where shall I put him?” asked Beorn.

“In his room, please, quickly,” instructed Imbethoiniel. She went swiftly to Eithor’s room and had Beorn lay him on the bed. Legolindë and Isarandel followed anxiously. Imbethoiniel removed the piece of fabric and looked him over carefully.

“Isarandel, go get my healing tools, and hurry,” ordered Imbethoiniel. Isarandel dashed to do as his wife told. “Legolindë, get me a clean, wet cloth and some clean, dry cloths,” With tears welling up in her eyes, Legolindë left to do as she was instructed. Isarandel and Legolindë returned shortly with the items Imbethoiniel ordered them to retrieve. She hastened with her work. There was no expression on her face that told if Eithor would be alright or not. Legolindë wept softly while Isarandel tried to console her. Beorn watched Imbethoiniel’s quick hands work their magic on the injured youth. It was not long before they were joined by Queen Arnoviel, Pheradë, and Tarania who had been awakened by the noises and were also startled to see Legolindë. A commotion rose up among them as so many questions were being asked. “Please, be quiet, I need to concentrate,” Imbethoiniel demanded. Instantly, everyone was silent. Imbethoiniel worked for half an hour with five sets of eyes peering over her shoulder. Finally, she stood and folded her hands in front of her. “I have done all I can do for him. Eithor has lost a considerable amount of blood, but by the grace of the Valar, he will survive and the wound will heal.” Everyone heaved a sigh of relief. Isarandel embraced Imbethoiniel and knelt by his son’s bed protectively.

“You have a lot of explaining to do, Legolindë,” broke in Arnoviel. Legolindë nodded.

“For starters, you can tell us where you’ve been and what happened to Eithor,” Pheradë put in. Legolindë and the others brought chairs into Eithor’s room so that they could be seated as she told her tale. After relaying the events that had occurred, everyone, all except Beorn, were baffled by all that had happened. Legolindë, of course, left out the part when she and Eithor had their ‘moment’ together and she did not touch on what happened with Thranduil and why she left. Arnoviel hugged Legolindë tightly.

“Oh, my dear, I am so glad you are alright. What did you think you were doing running away? Why would you do a thing like that?” exclaimed the Queen.

“I do not want to talk about it Grandmother,” was her answer.

“What I want to know is what those orcs were doing there in Dol-Guldur,” wondered Pheradë.

“Aye,” agreed Beorn, “It is very peculiar indeed. Might we go back and have another look? But next time we would be more careful, now that we know what we’re dealing with.”

“Indeed,” Pheradë consented.

“I thought all of the orcs were destroyed, Father,” Tarania chimed in.

“Apparently not, Tarania,” replied her father.

“Uncle Pheradë, I would like to go back. I know there is something about this mystery that is dire and I want to be there to help,” volunteered Legolindë.

“No, Legolindë, this is a job for men, not for young ladies like Tarania and yourself,” answered Pheradë. Legolindë did not protest out loud, but she promised herself mentally that she would get to the bottom of this herself no matter how dangerous it may turn out to be.

Next chapter coming soon……………

[Nala Greenleaf]

wonderful Bele sorry i havn't been around for the last few chapters becouse i have been really busy and my internet at home is stalled and no-longer working!!!!! mecry oh well glad to hear that eithor will be alright!

[Amoraq]

Wonderful Bele. I'm glad Eithor will prolly survive. Great job!:thumbs:

[Beleglotiel]

Thanks! :grin: Glad you all are liking it :)

[Adunauriel]

I'm glad Eithor will be ok as well.. As I said it would have broken my heart if he'd been lost... I hope Legolindë doesn't gett herself into too much more touble, but I fear that's exactly what she's going to do...:grin:

[Beleglotiel]

Here's some more for your delite! :grin:

Chapter 16

Thranduil finally understands

By time morning came, all were exhausted, so instead of rising for the day, they all napped. Imbethoiniel and Isarandel slept sitting in chairs in Eithor’s room. Legolindë begged to stay in the room with him, but the two would not allow it and assured her that Eithor would be fine. Arnoviel was the first to awaken and she went to the door of the Great Hall so that she could inform Thranduil of what happened during the night. She knocked softly on the door.

“Yes,” replied the King’s voice.

“Dearest, Legolindë and Eithor have returned, might I come in and have a word with you?” The voice on the other side of the door was silent. As Arnoviel was just giving up, she heard the door unlock and she entered. King Thranduil looked skeletal as he stood before her. He had not eaten in days. “Thranduil, you must eat something. I do not care if you protest, I will shove it down your throat if necessary,” declared the Queen. She summoned someone to bring in a plate of food for him. A servant arrived shortly with a large plate piled with steaming hot food. In this case, the saying ‘the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach’ was proven correct. Thranduil ate hastily and Arnoviel could see the life pour back into him with every bite he took. But now she needed to get down to business, “Thranduil, you must tell me what you said to Legolindë that made her so upset that she would runaway,” Thranduil ceased eating and looked attentively at his wife.

“I said and did some things that I know I shouldn’t have. Yet, I am still angry with her. She has no idea how delicate the subject of Legolas and Beleglotiel is to me. I suppose I was not angry at her, but at her ignorance on the issue. Therefore, I should not be mad at her, but mad at myself for not telling her,” realized Thranduil.

“And about Laihision as well; there is no need to hide the past from her. If we do not tell her, she will find it out in her own way,” Arnoviel said.

“With all her wild ideas, I would not doubt it,”

“Which is another thing,” began Arnoviel, “you cannot keep trying to compel her to act like a princess. True, she is one by birth, but her heart is not in it. She can never be confined to the tedious life led by sovereigns. Let her be what she is,”

“And what pray tell is that?” questioned Thranduil.

“She is our granddaughter, the daughter of Legolas and Beleglotiel, and she can be whatever she wants to,” Thranduil was silent. He undoubtedly needed to speak with Legolindë, but this time, he would be more compassionate and not lose his temper.

“Where is she?” he asked.

“Sleeping,” replied the Queen, “But let her rest. She has had a long and harsh journey,”

“How so?” wondered the King. Arnoviel explained to him what happened and Eithor’s condition. He was truly grateful that Eithor was all right, however, he was also interested with her story of the orcs. “What is this situation with the orcs?”

“Pheradë and Beorn are going back eventually to see what they can discover. I do not doubt that Isarandel will go as well, and as soon as Eithor is well enough, he will also wish to go, I am sure,”

“Hmm,” muttered Thranduil rubbing his chin, “This is odd indeed.”

***
Legolindë laid wake in bed staring at the ceiling. She was going to go back to Dol-Guldur whether they liked it or not. This was all too interesting and mysterious for her to pass up.
She got up out of bed and walked to Eithor’s room to see how he was doing. Imbethoiniel and Isarandel were just getting up from their chairs as she was going in.

“Legolindë, would you please do us a favor and stay here with Eithor so we can get something to eat; we are famished,” asked Imbethoiniel.

“Of course,” she answered and sat in a chair that was next to the bed. She sighed as she looked at Eithor’s handsome face. He still had not awakened. Around his chest was a tight white cloth to keep the wound from bleeding. Legolindë noticed a cut on his head where he must have hit his head as he fell from the horse. She leaned over him and ran her fingers through his hair and examined the cut. The blood on it was dry and the cut was about two to three inches long. Legolindë sighed and stroked his cheek. “I am so sorry that this happened to you, my love,” she whispered grasping his hand that lay on the bed by his side, “I will find out what they are up to and I will be sure to make them suffer for the pain they caused you,” Legolindë felt his fingers twitch slightly in her hand, but he did not wake up. She stood and bent over him and kissed him on his motionless lips. Legolindë began to leave, but stopped at the door and looked back at Eithor regretfully, then exited the room. She crept into the kitchen area and gathered some provisions. Then, she went out to the back of the Palace, unnoticed, and whistled loudly. Momentarily, Sánia appeared and Legolindë packed her things onto the horse and rode out the front gate undetected.

Next chapter coming soon…………

[Kenzie]

what trouble will she get herself into??.... keep it up .... i want to know what they're doin to the water....

[Elvenwanderer]

very very cool! keep writing please!! Makes me even more nervous to drink from the school fountains....lol

[Beleglotiel]

lol well, I didn't think you'd get all freaked out lol

[Amoraq]

Great! What type of trouble is she getting into know? Running off again...

Keep it up Bele!:thumbs:

[Elbereth]

uh oh - what's she going to do now? I hope she doesn't do something stupid
great developments in the last 3 chapters - glad Eithor's going to be OK.
I wonder what those nice little orcses are up to

[Adunauriel]

My imagination shall run amuck with all the troubles Legolindë can get herself into.. I shall probably go mad before your next chapter, but will try to keep myslef sane until then... Can't wait to read what's next....:thumbs: ;)

[Beleglotiel]

Chapter 17

Trouble

Many times along her expedition, she considered turning back and returning to Mirkwood. But then, a little voice in her head would always say ‘don’t give up now, you’ve come too far,’ and she would always give into it and ride on. When darkness came, she settled down to make camp and rest. She glanced up at the stars, as she usually did and her mind went back to Mirkwood where her love lay in bed comatose. Legolindë couldn’t help feeling guilty for leaving him there alone. Nevertheless, she would return to him with news of her accomplishment, even though she was not sure of what that accomplishment would be; she would find out when she arrived at Dol-Guldur.

The morn came and she rose with the sun. By the time the sun was beginning to set, she was in the vicinity of Dol-Guldur. She dismounted, then approached the wall. There were not many orcs about in the open, but she could make out the laughing and carrying on of them from inside a house that seemed to serve as a tavern. With the sun setting, the trees overhead made it impossible to receive any light. She peered through the darkness to see what she could distinguish. There was not much to see from where she crouched at the hole in the wall, so she got up and decided to sneak inside if she could. Just then, she heard Sánia neigh from behind her. Legolindë turned around and put her finger to her lip.

“Shhh,” she whispered to her horse. Then Sánia began to move about and stomp at the ground. Legolindë caught the sight of a shadow in the corner of her eye. She whirled around and felt the impact of the solid metal shaft against her head. Legolindë fell to the ground out cold and remembered nothing but the frantic neighing of Sánia.

***
Eithor’s eyes shot open and he sat up in an instant.

“Where is she!?” he shouted, but then a wave of pain went through him and he groan and quickly lay back down. His hand went to his chest where the cloth was wrapped. Imbethoiniel rushed over to his bed and held his hand.

“Eithor! I’m so glad you are awake!” she exclaimed. Isarandel hurried over as well.

“Eithor, are you felling alright?” he asked kneeling on the other side of the bed.

“Where is she?” Eithor questioned again.

“Where is who?” Isarandel needed to know.

“Legolindë, where is she?”

“I assume she’s in her room,” began Imbethoiniel, “would you like me to get her for you?”

“Yes, please,” Eithor breathed relaxing. Imbethoiniel left to retrieve Legolindë.

“Is everything alright, Eithor?” inquired Isarandel.

“I had a terrible dream,” replied Eithor.

“What about?” Eithor didn’t get a chance to answer, because just then Imbethoiniel came running back in.

“Legolindë is gone!”

Next chapter coming soon………..

[Amoraq]

oh no! She has to be alright...
Great job Bele!:thumbs:

[Kenzie]

Oh no!!! are the orcs gonna get her???:o

[Narisunell]

i read the last four chapters, i think it was four... absolutely brilliant!!!

YOU LEFT US WITH A CLIFFHANGER!!!!!!!!!!!!! thas ok. i luv cliffies! luv em, luv em, luv em! suspence is fun, esp if ur the one writing!!! lol

anyways, update soon, since your on Spring Break! lucky... mine was two weeks ago.... i luv the story so far! continue the great work!

and i didn't think Eithor would die. that would mess up the whole romantic part of the story! and i sense that hasn't even begun... ;) ;) ;)

:):):):):):):):):) keep it up!

[Beleglotiel]

Here you go! Now the trouble really starts :elfeek:

Chapter 18

Golalûk tells all

The only thing she experienced when she opened her eyes was pain. She was chained at the wrists to a cold stone wall, that made her arms hang in the air, and was somewhat kneeling on the stone floor. The new light green dress she had put on before she left was tattered and torn. Legolindë could feel the blood trickling down the side of her head from where she had been hit. The room she was in was, no doubt, a dungeon/torture chamber. There were threatening objects scattered all around the room whose purpose was for none other than torture. It was dark in the room with only two torches lit by the doorless entry. Suddenly, she heard the galumph of heavy shoes coming down the hall towards the dungeon. An ugly, muscular orc came through the entrance and walked toward her. He knelt down in front of her and put his nasty hand under her chin and lifted her head up so she could look at him.

“Awake I see,” he said in a monstrous voice, “I didn’t mean to hit you that hard,” The orc lick his lips maliciously.

“Who…are you,” Legolindë stuttered trying to find the strength to curse the evil thing.

“I am known as Golalûk and you are?” replied the orc. Legolindë looked at him with disgust.

“I am Legolindë, the granddaughter of King Thranduil, King of the Woodland Realm,” she proudly stated.

“Ah, the granddaughter of Thranduil is it? Well, being royalty doesn’t make things any easier around here for you,”

“My grandfather will come for me! And he will see to it that you die a death worse than ten thousand deaths combined!” threatened Legolindë. Golalûk laughed and turned her head to the right and left.

“Threatening me isn’t going to make it any easier either,”

“Why are you doing this?” she asked scorning at him as he moved her head back to face him.

“Why were you spying on us?”

“I wanted to see what you were doing here,” Golalûk stood up and looked down on her.

“I might as well tell you. You’ll find out sooner or later, and besides there’s nothing you can do about it, since the damage has already been done,”

“What do you mean by that?” Legolindë questioned staring up at him.

“We have created a poison that can kill almost anything, Hobbit, Man, Dwarf, Orc, Goblin, Ent, animals, all except for an Elf,” Golalûk explained, “We have been depositing it into rivers, lakes, and other bodies of water throughout Middle-Earth. Ten minutes after someone has drunk even the slightest drop of this liquid, they die,” he crouched down in front of Legolindë once more so that he could see her frightened face, “That way, as long as we orcs do not drink the water, we will survive and live on to control Middle-Earth,”

“But what about the Elves? We can defeat you!”

“That is where you are wrong,” opposed Golalûk, “We have begun using the method created by the great Sarumon to create Uruk-Hai to help us defeat the Elves. Although, instead of killing them off, we will torture them until they have become an orc, just like us,” then he smiled grimly, “starting with you.” Golalûk rose and stormed out of the dungeon leaving Legolindë to wallow in fear. She breathed heavily and her eyes were wide with shock. What was going to happen to Middle-Earth? What was going to happen to her? These were some of the questions that tumbled around in her mind, though she was not allowed to think. Seconds after Golalûk had left, two orcs came in and began beating her until she was within an inch of her life.

Next chapter coming soon……………

[Elvenwanderer]

now that ain't fair!! just kidding! lol That's even more of a cliffhanger than last time! no fair!! (did I use the right "Fair"??)

(aka, I like it! :))

[Amoraq]

ooooh great! My gosh, I hope Eithor gets to her soon.

Great Job!:thumbs:

[Nala Greenleaf]

i hpe things turn out for the best Bele!!!!!:grin:

[Beleglotiel]

You'll have to wait a little bit cuz I'm going on a family outting today.............oh yippee! :mmmm:

[Beleglotiel]

Chapter 19

To Dol-Guldur

“What do you mean she’s gone?” Eithor asked with a quiver in his voice. He sat up in bed and leaned up against the headboard of the bed.

“I mean she’s not in her room,” replied Imbethoiniel walking into the room.

“She could be out riding,” suggested Isarandel.

“I don’t think she is,” disagreed Eithor with a sad expression.

“Then where do you think she could have gone?” questioned Isarandel.

“To Dol-Guldur,”

“Why? Pheradë had told her that she was not allowed to go back,” Isarandel stated.

“She’s determined to find out what’s going on down there, and I don’t blame her. I am eager to go back as well. But she shouldn’t have gone alone, something bad might happen to her,” Eithor griped.

“It doesn’t take but two days to get there and back, right? She should be back soon,” consoled Imbethoiniel. Eithor looked down at his hands and balled them into a fist.

‘How could she leave?’ he thought, ‘Doesn’t she know how much trouble she could get herself into?’ He leaned his head back on the headboard and closed his eyes sorrowfully.

“Don’t worry Eithor,” comforted Isarandel, “We’ll be leaving soon to go to Dol-Guldur and do some investigating of our own. We’ll make sure she’s alright,”

“You’re going back? When?” asked Eithor opening his eyes quickly.

“I’m not sure. Pheradë has not yet spoken of it with King Thranduil,”

“I’m going with you,” proclaimed Eithor.

“No, you certainly are not!” contradicted his mother, “You are not well enough to do anything! You will stay in bed until you are fully recovered,”

“I am going to go no matter what!” challenged Eithor, “Mother, you do not understand my reasoning for needing to go,” Imbethoiniel saw the look in his eyes that Beleglotiel once had when she was about to go into the battle to make sure Legolas did not get hurt. It was the same look Isarandel had in his eyes when she had told him she was being summoned to go to Mirkwood with King Thranduil during the Battle of Retribution, to help heal the soldiers if she was needed. She understood now why he longed for Legolindë’s safety. Imbethoiniel sat on the side of the bed and embraced her son.

“Oh Eithor,” she whispered, “I understand now,” and tears of joy welled up in her eyes.

“What do you understand?” Eithor questioned puzzled. She pulled back from the hold and smiled. Just then, Thranduil came through the door.

“Eithor, it is excellent to see you awake. Are you feeling better? Is there anything I can do for you?” asked the King in a happy tone of voice.

“No, sir, and yes, I am feeling much better,” answered Eithor trying to seem in high spirits.

“Now where is Legolindë? I need to speak with her,” he rose from the bed and awaited an answer from them.

“Uh…your grace, she….isn’t here,” Isarandel tried to explain.

“Well, I can see that. Is she in her room? Arnoviel told me she was resting and I wanted to make sure so that I wouldn’t disturb her,” continued Thranduil.

“What he means to say, Thranduil,” began Imbethoiniel, “Is that she isn’t in the Woodland Realm,”

“Has she run off again?” inquired King Thranduil. The three nodded.

“We believe she has gone back to Dol-Guldur,” Eithor informed. Thranduil’s face was blank.

“How long has she been gone?” he asked.

“I would assume at least a day or so,” replied Isarandel, “But she should be back soon…..that is……if nothing’s happened to her,” he added sadly.

“I am not going to sit here waiting to see,” Thranduil concluded, “we are going to Dol-Guldur and do not let a second be wasted. Isarandel, ready your horse and your gear. We leave in a half hour,” Thranduil hurried out of the room and went to inform Pheradë and Beorn. Isarandel got up from his chair and rushed to his room to change into his riding clothes and prepare his things. Eithor slowly began to rise from the bed at Imbethoiniel’s disapproval.

“I am going to regret letting you go, Eithor, and especially in this condition!” she whimpered helping him up from the bed.

“But you know why I must go?” Eithor wondered.

“Yes, you love her, I can tell. Your eyes give away everything. I don’t need to be a mind reader to tell what you are feeling,” she stated. Eithor, with the help of his mother, readied his things and mounted atop Nildur and waited at the gate. The five men were ready in a half hour, as was planned, and headed out the gate to Dol-Guldur.

Next chapter coming soon……………

[Amoraq]

Wonderful! Love Eithor...so determined to take care of Legolinde. :thumbs:

[Adunauriel]

I'm feeling much better knowing the Eithor will be there when Thranduil finds Legolindë... I think he'll need eithor strenght to keep from attempting to kill all the orcs by himself.. I just hope they get to her, before any serious damage is done to her.. Not that gettign beat to within an inch of you life isn't serious, but you know what I mean.....:grin:

[Kenzie]

from chapter 18 wich i didn't get to post after~~~~~~ ouch an inch from death will they get there in time??

and this chapter~~~~ what a guy... what a guy!!!

[Aldalaire]

I love cliffhangers... so suspenseful, so much fun waiting for the next chapter. And they keep you on the edge of your seat! You're doing a great job, Bele! Keep up the good work!

[Beleglotiel]

Here's more!

Chapter 20

Degrading form of torture

Water dripped down from the ceiling next to her, but with all the pain in her body, she didn’t notice. She felt like she was watching herself sitting there helpless as if in a dream, though, she knew it was not a dream; the hurting she felt was too strong to be dreamlike. Legolindë could feel her head hanging limply from her shoulders and could feel the blood trickling down the side of her face from a cut on her brow. Her stomach ached with hunger and her mouth was parched with thirst. They had not given her food or water. But that was the least of her worries. She glanced down at her side and was panicked to see that her mother’s sword was not there. Legolindë’s heart throbbed with shame, fear, sadness, and anger as she beheld the empty space by her side. Just then, she heard the sound she had grown to fear in the time she had been in the dungeon (and she had no idea how long that was). Loud foot steps thundered down the walkway and through the doorway. There stood the ugliest orc she had seen by far. He approached her slowly and menacingly.

“They said you were a lovely thing and for once they were telling the truth,” spoke the horrid creature as it crouched in front of her.

“What do you want now?” asked Legolindë in a hoarse, week voice, “haven’t you beaten me enough?”

“Despite all those cuts, bruises and blood, you’re still a pretty little flower aren’t you?” he looked her over carefully with his piercing yellowish-green eyes, “well, Skaiwúrz knows what Skaiwúrz wants and what Skaiwúrz wants, is you,” and he chuckled evilly. Skaiwúrz lifted up Legolindë’s dress and looked under it. Legolindë gasped and kicked him in the face with her booted foot. He grabbed her ankle before she had time to pull her leg away from him and began to twist it harshly. Legolindë cried out in pain. She could have sworn she heard something snap, but amidst her distressing cries, it was hard to tell. “Now you’ll think twice about doing anything like that again,” grinned Skaiwúrz. Legolindë scowled at him, but remained silent. He moved closer to her and ripped the bodice of her dress down the middle, almost revealing her entire bosom. Skaiwúrz stretched himself over the top of her. With his long hideous thumbnail, he cut a slit across her chest. As the blood seeped from it, he licked it with his repulsive black tongue, and then he began to reach for her face. Before he got any closer to her, Legolindë shot her knee up and rammed it into his private area. Skaiwúrz winced in pain and backed off quickly. He glowered at her and struck her brutally across the face and stormed off with a distinct limp in his walk. Legolindë felt dizzy after this blow and the room began to look darker than it usually was. Then the darkness covered her entire vision and she lost consciousness.

The wind blew softly around her hair and it wisped around her face. She could smell the lovely flowers and felt like she could fly with the Eagles. Standing on a high hill, she spied Eithor below. She waved to him and merrily ran down to meet him. He smiled at her happily and held out his welcoming arms. She was a few feet away from his warm embrace when she felt a violent jolt bring her back to reality.

When she regained consciousness, she was alarmed to find the blade of a sword pointing right in between her eyes. Golalûk stood in front of her and held the sword. He swung it to the side and the light of the torches gave a shimmer to the steel. Legolindë’s eyes glared with rage when she realized whose sword he was holding.

“Magnificent blade you have,” commented Golalûk.

“That’s mine, give it back!” Legolindë commanded.

“Where did you get it?” Golalûk asked admiring it. Legolindë straightened her posture and proudly stated where she received it.

“It belonged to my mother,”

“Hmm, a fighting she-elf, that’s not something you see everyday,” Golalûk surmised, “why would she give such a fine blade to you?”

“She didn’t give it to me. She died in a battle and now it belongs to me,” informed Legolindë.

“You talk much of your grandfather and your mother, but you have yet to mention your father,”

“My father was Prince Legolas and he, along with my mother, Beleglotiel, died heroically in the Battle of Retribution against the goblin army!” burst Legolindë.

“I see,” was all Golalûk said.

“I would like my sword back, if you please,”

“You won’t need it after you become and orc like us. Besides, I think I like it. I’ll keep it,”

“No you won’t! Not if you value your life!!” screamed Legolindë and she thrust as far as she could towards him, seeing as how she was bound to the wall by the chains.

“This sword is that important to you, isn’t it?” Golalûk walked towards her and softly drew the sword along her cheek, making yet another cut that began to bleed. He grunted and walked off leaving her in helpless anguish.

Next chapter coming soon……………

[Amoraq]

Oh, so sad...that's absolutely hear wrenching Bele. I hope Eithor gets to her soon.

:thumbs:

[Kenzie]

i know he has too .... then sweep her off her feet! otherwise she might croak!

[Nala Greenleaf]

sorry i haven't been around for a while Bele my internet doesn't work more than half the time!! but it's great so far!!!:grin:

[Dawnnamira Nerwen]

Oh!

This is scary...please continue soon!

[Beleglotiel]

I thought you all would be yelling 'ALRIGHT! YOU GO GIRL!' when she kicks him in the balls! lol roflmao lol

[Kenzie]

ALRIGHT YOU GO GIRL!!! i wouldn't try to do anything to her in a dark ally lol lol woohoo you teach that b****** not to mess with you!!! lol

[Adunauriel]

Wonderful, the trick any girl should know.. A good shot to the newties can drop even the biggest of men... :grin:

I hope they get to her soon, I don't like this torture business....:(

[Beleglotiel]

Yeah...........you'll have to find out ;) but i have to go back to school on monday so that kinda sucks :( But I'll try to get more!! :thumbs:

BTW~nicely put Kenzie! lol roflmao lol

[Kenzie]

well thank ya ... you inspired me lol lol

[Beleglotiel]

Okay!! the good ol'boys come to save the damsel in distress!! Buckle your seat belts!! ~sorry if there are errors, but it's like 1 in the morning and I just now finished this so, humor me ;) :thumbs:~

Chapter 21

To the rescue

The day was at its peak and the travelers were nearing Dol-Guldur. Eithor’s being shook with hope that she was still alive. Thranduil had remained silent the majority of the trip except, of course, to shout out orders. They breached the forest line and closed in on the fortress.

“How shall we go about invading the fortress, Father?” asked Pheradë as they rode at a tolerable pace.

“There is no way the five of us can enter undetected. From what Eithor has said, their numbers are vast. We will try our best to get in then come out with Legolindë. If anything goes wrong, I am counting on the four of you to get her safely home, is that understood, men?” briefed King Thranduil. The others nodded their heads. They felt uncomfortable as he spoke about this mission as if it were life or death. And in a sense it was. Legolindë’s fate depended on them, that was if her fate hadn’t already been sealed, but no one dared to think that. Eithor’s determination grew with every step Nildur took. He would rescue his love and then they would be together forever. Nothing in this world would stop him.

Suddenly, the black tower came into view, soon followed by the black walls and the gate. The four riders dismounted and left their horses a good ways away from the walls and Beorn changed into his human form. Thranduil cautiously approached the gate and gave it a good push. He looked it over and stepped back.

“Beorn, would you do the honor?” Beorn cracked his knuckles and adjusted his footing.

“A pleasure, Highness,” and Beorn charged full force through the gate busting it down with his enormous strength. Isarandel, Eithor, and Pheradë all looked in awe at the damage done by the muscular man’s work, while the King just smirked and walked right through the space where the gate used to be.

“Nice work, Beorn,” Isarandel complimented. Not long after the five had entered the fortress, a large amount of orcs came running from all directions with bewildered faces. Thranduil drew his sword challengingly.

“You’ve stolen something from me that is of great importance to me. Give her back unharmed and no harm shall come to you,” spoke Thranduil with authority. A large orc broke through the crowd and stared Thranduil in the face from a distance.

“You’re too late,” sneered the orc known as Golalûk, “She is already in orc,” Eithor’s heart cringed and his eyes burned with hatred.

“You lie!” cried Eithor.

“I can assure you I do not,” retorted Golalûk.

“Then why is there fear behind your eyes?” questioned Eithor. Golalûk grimaced at him and drew the sword that hung at his side. The group was shocked when they saw whose sword he had drawn.

“Where did you get that!?” asked Thranduil forcefully. The orc looked at him knowingly.

“It was a gift from a friend of mine,”

“I know where it came from and I can guarantee you, the friend you speak of is no friend at all,” Thranduil positioned his sword to fight, “Pheradë take Eithor and find Legolindë! Hurry!” commanded the King in a whisper.

“Come on, Eithor,” summoned Pheradë. The two broke off from the group and darted through the crowd stabbing and slicing orcs as they went. They busted down the doors of the tower. There were two hallways, one to the left and one to the right and orcs were coming down from both. “You go right, I’ll go left,” Pheradë called. They took off in opposite directions fighting as they ran. Eithor stabbed an on coming orc in the gut and another in the heart. There was a break in the flow of orcs and he noticed a torch on the wall and grabbed it. An orc came running toward him and brought his sword down. Eithor quickly blocked it in midair and then thrust the flaming torch into the orc’s face. He went along the curving hallway doing similar maneuvers until he came to a flight of stairs that led down.
Eithor hurried down and found more orcs at his displeasure. He spied a chain on the wall. Eithor dropped the torch and grasped the chain. Then he lassoed it around the neck of one of the orcs and pulled the orc closer to him so that its back was facing him. He put his foot up on the orc’s upper back and, simultaneously, pulled on the chain and kicked with his foot, instantaneously breaking the orc’s neck. After this display of fighting, he quickly disposed of the other orcs. Eithor ran down, yet another curving hallway to find another stairwell. He sprinted down the steps and didn’t see any other being in sight. This floor was different because it had doors and doorways. He went through the hall, peeping his head in every door and doorway there was. In about the sixth opening he peek his head into, he saw a motionless figure chained to a wall, half sitting, half lying on the floor. The figure’s head hung lifelessly from its shoulders.

‘That had better not be Legolindë,’ thought Eithor and he rushed into the room. To his dismay, he found that it was Legolindë who sat unmoving on the cold stone floor. He dashed to her side. Her dress was ripped in so many places. He saw the bodice of her dress and the cut across her chest and scowled when he thought of what type of handling she must have undergone. There were numerous places on her body where she had cuts and bruises. Most cuts were covered with dry blood; however, there were others with freshly bleeding blood. He put his hands on her face and held her head up so he could look into her still beautiful face. Blood dribbled down the side of her face from her brow. There was a long cut on her cheek where the blood had dried, but new blood seeped from her nose and the side of her mouth. “Legolindë,” he whispered, a quiver in his voice, “Legolindë please, don’t d-” he couldn’t bring himself to finish the sentence. Eithor took his sword and cut the chains that bound her to the wall and she fell limp in his arms. The shackles around her wrists clanked, but there was not a way for him to get them off. Tears welled up in Eithor’s eyes as he wrapped his arms around her. Just then, he felt her chest rise and fall slightly. Eithor was filled with a ray of hope. Suddenly, he heard light foot steps running down the hallway. Pheradë poked his head into the room and was glad to see Eithor.

“Eithor is she-” Pheradë didn’t finish.

“She is faintly breathing,” Eithor’s face turned cold as he looked down upon her beaten face, “When I get my hands on those filthy-”

“There is no time for that, come. We must get back to my father,” instructed Pheradë. Eithor sheathed his sword and then picked Legolindë up in his arms and followed Prince Pheradë.

***
“My life’s purpose will not be complete until I see each and every one of you dead!” threatened King Thranduil.

“Let’s see if your sword is as quick as your mouth,” Golalûk dared. Thranduil charged him and his steal met that of his deceased daughter-in-law’s stolen sword. Beorn smashed into a good number of orcs with his powerful shoulder and began punching with his hard fists at every orc in sight. Isarandel was swift and agile. He sped through the cluster of orcs and sliced at least ten across the stomach before any of them knew he was coming towards them. One approached him from behind. Isarandel back flipped over him and while inverted in the air, he sliced the orc’s head off its shoulders. Thranduil met Golalûk’s drive blow for blow and neither one could touch the other. Not long after the fight had commenced, Isarandel and Beorn had decimated all of the orcs that had rushed out to oppose them. Golalûk was the only enemy that remained in the area. Beorn charged into Golalûk who went flying into the wall. He hit to hard, as he fell to the ground you could see the distinct shape of his body imprinted in the wall. Just then, Eithor and Pheradë came running out of the tower with Legolindë. Thranduil was relieved when he saw them.

“Come! We are leaving!” Thranduil shouted quickly. The four Elves mounted their steeds and Beorn quickly transformed. Eithor situated Legolindë at the front of his horse.

“Mounted Uruk-Hai attack!!!” roared Golalûk.

“What about the sword!?” Eithor asked franticly.

“Too late for that now,” said Thranduil sadly. Uruk-Hai on black horses began to ride out from holes in the ground that were positioned behind the tower. “RIDE!” shouted Thranduil. The five’s horses sprinted at full speed. However, the Uruk-Hai, accompanied by Golalûk, were gaining on them. “Eithor!” called the King, “Your horse is much faster than ours! Ride ahead to Mirkwood and assemble the army!”

“Would it not be quicker to go to Rivendell since it is closer!?” Eithor wondered.

“Nay, you would have to pass through the mountains which would slow you down! Go quickly!” Thranduil commanded. Eithor yell to Nildur to run faster and indeed he did. Nildur ran almost as fast as the legendary Shadowfax. Eithor’s only hope was that it would be fast enough to save his loved ones and friends.

Next chapter coming soon……………….

[Kenzie]

OOOHHHhhh common faster faster!!!!
very good .... keep goin!!!

[Amoraq]

Great!!! So suspenseful Bele...more, more, more!:thumbs:

[Nala Greenleaf]

COME ON COME ON!!!!!!!!!!!!! He's just got to make to the Woodland Realm!!!

[Adunauriel]

Eithor will make it he has to, the Elves will not be caught off guard this time....:thumbs:

[Dawnnamira Nerwen]

Indeed!

It's not fair though...She doesn't get Bele's sword back...

[Amoraq]

I hope she will get Bele's sword back. Wouldn't be extremely surprised actually if she goes back to retrieve the sword!

Eithor will prolly make it. He has to...

[Beleglotiel]

Heh, you forget that Golalûk is also riding with the Uruk-Hai ;) ~hint, hint~ *bele zips her lip* :grin:

[Amoraq]

hmm....now I'm clueless

maybe she'll get her sword back sooner then after all...

[Kenzie]

or maybe bele should keep writing!!! comon bele don't keep us waitin!!! it was at a good part too!!!

[Amoraq]

Yeah Bele...come on...more! hehe

Keep writing and post more soon please.

[Narisunell]

yes, yes, I agree! wonderful. loved it so much! keep up the brilliant work! haha... i think that legolinde WILL get her mum's sword back, and eithor WILL make it to greenwood. but that could be just me. for all we know, you COULD make the orcs take over the world! but, then, bad NEVER defeats good... and... it's not nice to start now!!! and i'm sure lotsa ppl agree... but i DO believe someone will die. no clue who, but someone will, i think. no story is really good without death.

BTW, great fighting moves! lol lol :)

[Amoraq]

Ahh, Nari..don't say that.

Though i was just thinking that maybe thranduil will die....i dunno...just a thought

[Beleglotiel]

lol you guys are cruel to that poor guy........and I just realized some things about ym story...............

1) In that one chapter "Around the campfire"....it jsut smacked me in the face today..............ELVES DON'T FEEL COLD!! ugh! i felt so stupid! but then again, if i didn't have them feel the cold then that would have screwed up the storyline ;)

2) I have been basing Thranduil off of my dad the entire time!! In a way that is...........see..my dad can be super nice sometimes........but then he can just be so incredibly mean and lash out just like Thranduil did.......so that was kinda weird.

I'll try to write ASAP......i'm back in school now and I have evil homework............but i'll try my hardest! :angel:

[Nala Greenleaf]

PLEASE GET ANOTHER CHAPTER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :verymad:

wow what an out burst but please be quick Bele i'm counting on you to keep my thoughts of putting me in Legolinde's place and Legolas in Eithors!!! ( that is during the romantic parts

[Amoraq]

Oh please get another chapter soon Bele!!!

[Kenzie]

i didn't mind the whole getting cold part!!!! lol it was a touching moment!!! lol

[Amoraq]

lol Nothing wrong with the getting cold part Bele. It was a great moment!

[Adunauriel]

I noticed the cold part as well, but it seemed fitting when you used it...:thumbs:

[Beleglotiel]

Heh, i knew i wouldn't be the only one ;)

Sorry, no story today.....i had to stay after school yesterday for band and didn't home till 5, had to do a science project that none of my 3 partners did their parts on, so i had to do all of their parts in addition to my own then do the completed work, and THEN do my homework!!! i was up till almost 11 last night! I am truly truly sorry for not putting more up. I'll try my very hardest to work more on it! if you want, read them again so you won't lose interest and you can refresh your memory :thumbs: :angel:

[Adunauriel]

Not to worry Bele, I'm sure people will understand....:thumbs:

[Beleglotiel]

OKay, okay, here's more. Sorry if there are mistakes, but because of a certain someone I wasn't able to read it over and edit it :( and I'll tell you who that is later, since that certain someone is standing over my shoulder at this very minute ;) lol
ENJOY!!!!!

Chapter 22

The final battle

The sun was beginning to set as Eithor’s horse raced back to Mirkwood. He was at least a league away from his father and the others. It would not be long until he made it through the woods which he was coming to rapidly. Nildur galloped up a hill and Eithor stopped him so that he could see how close the enemy was to his friends. The mass of Uruk-Hai was vast. There had to be at least five thousand or more. The army was not far away from the others and was gaining on them. Eithor speedily forced Nildur into the forest. Legolindë’s head lay leaning against his chest, bobbing with the brisk hoof beats of the horse. Everything depended on him. If he were to stray the slightest bit from his objective, all would be lost. With the hasty pace Nildur had been running at, Eithor arrived at the gates of the Woodland Realm. He shouted in Elvish at the gate and it opened. He rushed into the square and dismounted Nildur, commanding him in Elvish to stay there. Eithor ran into the Palace and yelled at the top of his lungs.

“Mother! Queen Arnoviel!” The two women came running down the stairs from the second floor and were astonished when they saw Legolindë.

“Oh, Legolindë, my dear granddaughter!” wept Arnoviel. Eithor quickly took her to her room with the other two following. Imbethoiniel went to work quickly. “Eithor!” exclaimed the Queen, “Where are Thranduil and my son?!” Imbethoiniel stopped for a split second as a thought of the possibilities ran through her mind.

“I must rally the army. They are being chased by an army of at least five thousand Uruks!” Tears began to stream down Arnoviel’s face faster than before and Imbethoiniel swallowed hard to choke back her tears.

“Hurry, Eithor! Go to the Great Hall and there will be a small, cushioned table to the side of the larger throne. Life up the cushion and take the horn from it. Go into the square and blow it so that the soldiers and all the people will know what is taking place. You will have to quickly explain to them and then lead them. Please, hurry, go now!” instructed the Queen. Eithor left reluctantly gazed at Legolindë as he rushed to do as he was told. He ran full speed to the Great Hall and found the small table. He opened the lid and found a magnificently detailed, curved, silver horn. Eithor picked it up and ran into the square blowing harshly through it. Seconds after, lights began to light in the windows of every house and men, women, and children came quickly out of their homes.

“Soldiers! Your King and Prince are in danger! They are being chased by a massive army of Uruk-Hai! You have been summoned to aid! Follow me!” shouted Eithor. All of the men dashed back into their homes and came back out with weapons in hand. Women and children began crying as the men made their good-byes and mounted their horses and joined Eithor. About three thousand soldiers were on horse back, ready to follow Eithor. The young Elf had his doubts about the odds, but would not give up hope. They rode for at least a half hour because the horses of the soldiers were nowhere near as fast as Nildur.

Finally they rode out of the forest and into the open fields, but they were too late. Thranduil and the others were already being assailed. Eithor’s eyes were wide with dread. He led the attack toward the Uruk-Hai army. Eithor unsheathed his blade and thrust it into the chest of an Uruk. Arrows flew all around him. The fight was a mass of confusion. An arrow zipped passed his hair making his hair move and pierced the forehead of an Uruk in front of him. Eithor looked in the direction the arrow had come from and he swore he saw Legolas, but in truth it was really Pheradë who looked very much like his eldest brother. Quickly, he shook it off and continued to fight. ‘At least Prince Pheradë is alright,’ thought Eithor. He used his blade skillfully and disposed of three Uruks at once. An orc approached him head on and Nildur reared up and kicked the Uruk off of its horse and trampled it under his hooves. As Eithor moved more and more, his chest began to ache where his wound was. It had already begun to hurt when he was fighting at Dol-Guldur, but now the throbbing was even more excruciating. He felt like he was going to pass-out. He sat hunched over. His vision became blurry and his sword hung at his side, as his other hand went to his chest. An Uruk attacked him from the side, but was intercepted by a large being. The Uruk’s neck was broken in an instant by the man’s huge hands.

“Eithor, are you well?” asked the familiar voice he knew to be Beorn’s. He looked up into his concerned face.

“I’m- ahu,” he groan as the pain throbbed harshly, “I’ll be fine Beorn, thank you,”

“You stay with me, alright, don’t go dying on me. You still need to win the girl,” teased Beorn. Eithor chuckled as well as he could. He sat up straight and paid no attention to the pain. Beorn confronted a nearing Uruk while Eithor raised his sword once more to battle. As he cut through the stomach of an Uruk, he was grabbed by the shoulders and pulled off his horse. He quickly jumped to his feet to see the sneering face of Golalûk.

“Now let’s finish what we started,” he spoke.

“But I’m not the one you were fighting,” protested Eithor.

“I don’t care; it makes no difference to me. All you Elves look the same to me,” Golalûk grunted. Eithor’s stare was diverted to the sword in the orc’s hands. This was his moment to get it back for Legolindë and for the King. He readied his sword and waited for Golalûk to attack. Golalûk charged toward him with a mighty roar with his sword in the air. He brought it down, but Eithor swiftly moved to the right and the orc’s blade cut into the soil. As Golalûk was in a bent over position, Eithor kneed him in the gut and elbowed him in the back of the head, sending him crashing to the ground. Golalûk recovered and took up his sword. The orc slashed and sliced at the agile Elf and with ever stroke of his stolen sword, it was met by Eithor’s steel. Eithor held Golalûk’s blade blocked, inches away from his face.

“That sword is meant for the hands of the daughter of Prince Legolas and Beleglotiel. Only the one who has the blood of these Elves has the power to wield it. You are an inferior being and that is why you cannot beat me,” Golalûk was enraged at Eithor’s words and with one of his hands, reached back and punched him in the face. Eithor stumbled back a few feet, but was ready for the orc’s next attack. Golalûk came at him again with a downward stroke of his sword. Eithor met it once more. The orc forced down upon his enemies blade with all his might. Eithor mentally recalled the time in Mirkwood when he was sword-fighting with Legolindë. He cunningly rolled off Golalûk’s strike so that when he released from his blade he stumbled forward with all of the force he was exerting into the blow. As he fell forward, Eithor twirled around and sliced through his neck. He stared down at the carcass of the deranged orc and exhaled slowly. Eithor looked around and was overjoyed to see all of the Uruk-Hai bodies lying lifelessly on the open field, but was also saddened to see that they were accompanied by a few Elf bodies. He fell to one knee in exhaustion and pain. Eithor sheathed his sword. His eyes went to the sword in the orc’s dead hand and grasped it tightly. “For you,” he whispered. Beorn came thundering over to him.

“Eithor, you made it alright!” exclaimed Beorn. He looked down to Eithor’s hand where he held the sword and smiled broadly. “Well done, lad,” congratulated Beorn as he helped him to his feet.

“Where are the others?” asked Eithor. Beorn did not answer at once. Eithor shot his glance up at him given Beorn’s hesitation.

[Beleglotiel]

“It’s alright, lad; nothing a good healer couldn’t mend,” smiled Beorn. Eithor still had his worries. “They’re over there,” and Beorn pointed in their direction. There stood quite a few Elves on horseback and he wasn’t able to see them. He rushed through the crowd of soldiers and saw the three Elves sitting on their horses battered and wounded, but still alive. All of them had grim looks on their faces as their eyes scanned the scene. Eithor ran toward them.

“Father, Prince Pheradë, King Thranduil!” called Eithor joyfully. Isarandel dismounted quickly and ran to his son. The two embraced and hugged each other tightly.

“Eithor, I’m so delighted that you are alive, no words can explain. Thank the Valar for protecting you,” At that moment, Beorn joined the happy group. The other two Elves dismounted and greeted Eithor as well.

“I thank you Prince Pheradë for saving me with your skillful arrow,” thanked Eithor.

“Think nothing of it, Eithor,” replied Pheradë. Thranduil stepped forward and glanced down at the sword in Eithor’s hand. Eithor straightened and bowed his head slightly and presented Thranduil with the sword without saying a word.

“There are no words that can describe my gratitude, Eithor. You have done so many things for me. I am truly indebted to you,” said the King and he bowed his royal head to Eithor. Then the five of them became quiet as they remembered what their purpose for this bloodshed was. “Eithor,” began Thranduil softly, “How was she….when you left her,” his tone of voice was said and full of heartache as if he were speaking of someone who had already died.

“I am not a healer, Highness, and no not of those matters, however, from what I observed, she was not in a good condition. She did not move or make a sound, but I could feel her slow breathing,” reported Eithor. The other four listened sadly.

“We must be getting back to the Woodland Realm as quickly as possible,” declared the King and he mounted his horse. The others did so as well and Beorn changed into his animal state. “Soldiers, gather the dead and the wounded. We will make our return to the Woodland Realm shortly.” The sun was disappearing behind the horizon as the soldiers did as they were commanded. The company made their way quickly back to Mirkwood.

Next chapter coming soon………

[Amoraq]

Great! I was worried for a second about what happened to the others until I saw your next post. :thumbs:

Who was standing over your shoulder Bele?

[Beleglotiel]

Hmm, my evil brother who HAD to get on the computer just so he could play his stupid games!! ugh! At least I was doing sometime productive! :rolleyes:

[Kenzie]

very good!!!... for a second i thought you were gonna have the king die!!! nicley done!!!!!:thumbs:

[Nala Greenleaf]

I hope that our Princess is alright!!

[Adunauriel]

Amazing battle sequence Bele.. I could feel the action, and was glad to see that Pheradë, Thranduil, & Isarandel made it throught safely....:thumbs:

[Dawnnamira Nerwen]

I really liked the part during the battle sequence where Pheradë shoots the orc and saves Eithor!

(But, I liked almost everything about the battle sequence...so :p)

[Beleglotiel]

Heehee, glad ya'll liked it :grin: There'e still more to come :thumbs:

[Amoraq]

That's good!!!

[Aldalaire]

Loved the fight scene, Bele. You're doing great. Keep up the good work!!!

[Beleglotiel]

Here's more! Hope you like! :grin: :)

Chapter 23

Is death knocking at the door?

The troops rode through the dark forest with all the speed their horses were capable of. Eithor glanced up at the sky remembering the time he and Legolindë had laid together staring at the glorious stars above. He hoped that they would sometime be able to do it once more. It was not until the sky was dark as pitch that they reached the gates of the Woodland Realm. Thranduil shouted out the Elvish words that opened the gates and led the troop inside. The King ordered the wounded to be taken to the Healing Houses. Then he told them to take proper procedures for the dead and left the soldiers to do what they willed and would take care of other matters later. King Thranduil, Pheradë, Isarandel, Eithor, and Beorn all ran into the Palace, not taking any notice to their own wounds. They dashed up the stairs to Legolindë’s room.
Imbethoiniel sat on the side of the bed, holding Legolindë’s pale hand and did not see them come in from behind her. Isarandel and Eithor approached her from the rear. Isarandel slightly cleared his throat. She turned around, her face full of worry. As soon as she saw them, her eyes began streaming with tears of joy.

“Oh my boys, Isarandel, Eithor, praise the Valar you are safe!” she exclaimed embracing them both at once. Imbethoiniel wept openly for the first time since the death of Beleglotiel and Legolas. Queen Arnoviel came running into the room with a pitcher of warm water in her hands.

“Imbethoiniel what’s-” she stopped herself mid-sentence as she spotted the five returned fighters. Thranduil and Pheradë walked to her happily. Arnoviel’s hands shook and she dropped the pitcher. Pheradë swiftly caught it, before it hit the floor and set it on the armoire, without spilling a drop. The Queen commenced sobbing and, like Imbethoiniel, embraced both of them at once. She was so joyful that no words would come from her mouth, but instead she only cried happily. Once the two women had released their sons and husbands from the tight clinching hugs, they noticed Beorn standing be himself. They both ran over to him at once and, still sobbing, hugged him just as tightly as they had done their families. Beorn smiled and Thranduil, Pheradë, and Isarandel chuckled. Eithor’s attention was drawn to the pale figure that lay motionless in the bed. He sat on the left side of the bed and grasped her unmoving hand. Her body was battered and bleeding and her dress was torn to the point where she wearing just a tunic. His eyes scanned over her sorrowfully and he rubbed her hand gently with his thumb.

“How is she?” Eithor whispered still staring at Legolindë. Imbethoiniel went to him and put her hand on his back.

“From what I can tell, she was beaten to the point of near death and from her ripped bodice, I can tell she has experience perverted torture,” Imbethoiniel sadly informed.

“Will she live?” he spoke softly.

“We…,” she hesitated, “we can….only….hope,” her voice quivering on the word ‘hope’. Thranduil stepped forward.

“You mean, you don’t know?” he asked quietly. Imbethoiniel shrugged slightly.

“Only time will tell,” she muttered. Thranduil sat down in a chair across the room and put his face in his hands. Pheradë leaned his back against the wall and slid down to the floor until he was sitting, like he usually did when something troubled him immensely. Isarandel went to Imbethoiniel and held her in his arms as this news impacted the group immeasurably. Beorn sat on the floor in front of the bed and rubbed his hands together and twiddled his thumbs nervously. Tarania was no where to be seen. Queen Arnoviel told them she ran to her room crying her eyes out when she saw Legolindë and they had not seen her since. It was a sad and lonely night as the worried friends and family sat and waited in the room of the beloved she-elf. The heavens expressed their woe by opening up and sending down a shower and accompanying it with loud cracks of thunder and lightning. It seemed that all mourned the grave condition of the dearly loved Legolindë.

Next chapter coming soon……………

[Amoraq]

Lovely! I especially liked the part where even the heavens above where mourning...it was so touching!

:thumbs:

[Adunauriel]

That was great Bele, moving and wonderful.. I hope the heavens will be crying for a recovery and not a death....:grin:

[Beleglotiel]

Well.......i'll get more up maybe tonight :thumbs:

[Amoraq]

Great! Can't wait to read it!

[Kenzie]

OoO good good ... yhea the crying heavens was pretty neat.... She must get better!!! keep it up bele!!!

[Beleglotiel]

Here's a lil'more. I'll try to keep mroe coming :thumbs:

Chapter 24

Revival

Rays crept towards the bed as the sun rose to brighten the new day. Eithor sat in a chair, laying his head on the side of the bed, sound asleep. The commotion of yesterday had left the Elves in worry and sleeplessness. Queen Arnoviel cracked the door open slightly, and slipped into the room, trying not to make a sound. She tiptoed over to the side of the bed, opposite of Eithor, but her Elven stealth was no match for the young Elf’s acute hearing, even in his sleep. He awoke and looked at her sleepily.

“I’m sorry, did I wake you? It tried to be as quiet as I could,” said Arnoviel. Eithor drowsily shook his head ‘no’.

“Not at all, Highness, I was going to wake up soon anyway,” he insisted. He noticed she had a bowl in her hand filled with an herbal smelling broth. Eithor questioned her about it.

“Your mother insisted that I try to get something in her. She gave me a recipe for this broth and now I must try to see if I can feed it to her. The poor dear probably has not had anything to eat or drink for days, knowing those hideous orcs and their hospitality,” scowled the Queen. Eithor nodded and leaned back in the chair. He gazed at Legolindë admiringly and mentally prayed and hoped she would wake. The Queen sat on the bed and propped Legolindë up. She began spooning small amounts of broth into Legolindë’s mouth and let it run down her throat.

“How is Tarania?” asked Eithor concerned.

“She is very upset. I asked her to come out of her room, but she refused,” replied Queen Arnoviel, still spooning the soup, “I feel dreadfully sorry for her. Legolindë is her only cousin and her closest friend. I dare not think what would become of her if things turned for the worst,” Eithor nodded faintly, “But, dear me, here I am feeding her, and you must have not had food for quite some time! Eithor, would you like something to eat?”

“No thank you, Queen Arnoviel,” he declined shaking his head slowly, “I haven’t the appetite,”

“It’s not like you to turn down an offer for food,” mumbled a weak voice. Eithor sat up quickly and Arnoviel placed the bowl on the table. Legolindë’s cut and bruised face beamed again with its natural radiance and smiled at the two.

“Legolindë!” shrieked Arnoviel and she grasped her granddaughter’s hand tightly and stroked her cheek, “Oh my dear, you’ve come back to us,” she said gently.

“I never left you, Grandmother,” Legolindë put in. Eithor jumped up and sat on the empty side of the bed. He had the handsome twinkle in his eyes that Legolindë had always admired.

“I will go inform the others,” said Queen Arnoviel going to the door. After she had gone, Eithor took Legolindë’s hand in his.

“Don’t you ever do that to me again,” Eithor softly commanded.

“I enjoyed worrying you. It was the least I could do for you worrying me,” smirked Legolindë feebly. A look of confusion came across her face, “Where are we?” she asked.

“We’re in your room,” answered Eithor.

“I don’t remember hardly anything, in fact, I’m not sure I want to remember,”

“What did they do to you?” Eithor wondered with a slight hint of vengefulness in his voice.

“Horrible things. They did more than just beat me,” her hand slowly touched a piece of the ripped fabric of her bodice and her mind flashed back to the moment with that ugly orc who had done such vulgar things to her.

“We destroyed them, all of them,” he informed her, “I defeated Golalûk with my own blade,” at that moment, he clutched Legolindë’s sword and tenderly put the hilt in the palm of her hand. Tears began to build up in Legolindë’s beautiful blue eyes as she saw what he had placed in her hand.

“You got it back for me,” she whimpered with tears falling from her cheeks.

“Anything for you,” Eithor put his hand on the back of her neck and pulled her close to him. The two kissed passionately, until they were disturbed by the sound of multiple footsteps coming down the hall.

Next chapter coming soon…………

[Kenzie]

ooo ow ow!!! :naughty: lol .... really good bele!!! keep it up!!!!:thumbs:

[Lhuntidomion]

Awwww! That's so cute!

[Beleglotiel]

:grin: thank you....more is on the way as soon as i get a chance (evil teachers gave me homework this weekend verymad )

[Adunauriel]

Blast those evil teacher.....verymad

Well I loved it Bele.. I can't believe he turned down food, he must have been worried.... Then they kissed, Wonderful....:thumbs:

[Amoraq]

Wonderful Bele!

Evil teachers. That was just great! :thumbs:

[Beleglotiel]

Here's more.........It's almost finished! :grin: now you guys gotta tell me your fave parts and if you liked this one better than the other one, kay? And I won't take an answer like 'well I don't have a fave part cuz it's all good'....i want an actual answer ;) enjoy.........

Chapter 25

The apology

The mob of concerned friends and family flooded the room. Eithor and Legolindë could not have any more time to themselves. Everyone was beaming with smiles and told her how happy they were that she was alright. Tarania cried tears of joy as she hugged Legolindë tightly.

“I’m sorry I worried you all so much,” apologized the bedridden young elf.

“It’s just so wonderful to know that you are alive, Legolindë, that’s all that matters,” said Tarania letting go of Legolindë. After everyone else had said a comforting and encouraging word, King Thranduil stepped forward. There were things he had to clear up. Legolindë looked down as she saw him approach the bed. Thranduil cleared his throat and made eye contact with his wife and then looked at the door. Arnoviel understood what he wanted and she silently pulled everyone out of the room and closed the door behind them. Thranduil sat on the edge of the bed and grasped her hand. Legolindë looked away towards the window.

“I know you probably hate me for doing what I did,” Thranduil began, “but will you at least look at me when I’m talking to you,” he put his hand under her chin and turned her head to face him, “During that time, I lost two sons and a daughter-in-law. It broke my heart losing my second eldest son, your uncle, Laihision. We shared so many passions. When Laihision died, I lost more than a beloved son,” his eyes looked sad and this made Legolindë soften her expression, “When your mother and father died, I almost gave in to shear depression and nearly gave up. But I still had something to live for. I had my last and only surviving son, Pheradë, I had your grandmother, I had you, and then later on came Tarania,” he paused, “I have experienced the affects of death many times. You do not know what it is like; therefore, you could not have understood the pain it cause in me when you revived those memories of your parents with their weapons. I have no excuse for acting the way I did. Yet, from the bottom of my heart, I am utterly sorry in everyway. I do not expect your forgiveness, however, you must know that I always have and always will love you,” Legolindë’s eyes began to stream with tears. She hugged Thranduil around the neck.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry!” cried Legolindë.

“There is nothing to be sorry for, my granddaughter,” consoled the King.

“But there is!” Legolindë admitted, “If it were not for me, then you and the others would not have had to fight the orcs and no one would have gotten hurt!”

“It would have come to that sooner or later,” he replied. Just then, it hit Legolindë. She had not yet informed them of what the orcs were doing in Dol-Guldur and the danger Middle-Earth was in. She suddenly gasped and pulled away.

“Grandfather, you must know what the orcs were doing!” she began. Legolindë relayed to him what she knew of the plans the orcs had, “I do not think they were able to deposit any of the poison in the Shire because of our interference, though it is possible they did,” King Thranduil’s face was clouded with confusion and concern.

“This is terrible. There is so much to be done. We must send word to Edoras and to Minas-Tirith and inform all other peoples of Middle-Earth. This is a catastrophe. Even with the destruction of the orcs, they still may win in the end,” he rose to leave, “I am sorry I cannot stay with you longer. You know I have much to do. I wish you well, Legolindë. Please heal soon,” and he left to take care of the matter at hand. She sat alone in her room. Legolindë tried her best to move, so that she could lay down in bed to rest. Her arms were weak and quaked and her right ankle ached with every movement she made. She was sure that the orc that had twisted her ankle, more than likely had broken it, or sprained it at the least. Finally she became comfortable in the bed and rested her head on the pillow. Legolindë turned over on her side and napped soundly. Eithor came in the room not long after she had drifted into sleep and he sat in a chair next to the bed, watching her, like her guardian angel.

Next chapter coming soon………………

[Amoraq]

Beautiful Bele!!! :thumbs:

Well, since I have to choose a fav part...the apology was really touching but I think that the best part is when Legolinde is with Eithor and they fall in love.

[Adunauriel]

Wonderful Bele, and I can tell you know that this chapter has become my favorite part.. The moment Thranduil hugged her in love I knew it would be... Plus finally telling her what he felt.. just great, loved the emotion....:thumbs:

[Beleglotiel]

:grin: glad you liked it! veryhappy I'll try to finished it ASAP :thumbs:

[Dawnnamira Nerwen]

Ack! Such requirements, just for reading a story.

I'd honestly have to say that my favorite part was when Legolindë was being tortured...

It's times like these when my darkness shows well...

[Lhuntidomion]

yay Bele!! Good job on devoloping Thranduil!! No one thinks of him as more than the father of ol' Leggy! You already know my favorite part. When Eithor kills that orc with the chain. You know that was so cool!

[Beleglotiel]

I am very upset today!! I drew a very, very, good picture of what I wanted Eithor to look like and one of my readers at school (a so called 'friend') said his head looked like an orc head!!!! I was sooooo mad and sad and hurt!! I'll see if I can get one of my REAL friends to scan it for me and I'll e-mail it to you all so you can see and judge for yourself.

[Adunauriel]

It's ok Bele, show the pic to us.. We'll tell you the truth.. Some people and the horrible comments they make when jealous...;)