Emelin

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I've just found my blazer containing the floppy disk that had this on it...woo hoo! Now i can post my story! Fatty has approved so here goes...

Before you read!

A) I don’t believe in any of the story below, completely made up.
B) Any of the references that I make to Tolkien are COMPLETELY fictitious and I am not trying to take anything away from him with some of the references…just read… and die hard fans don’t get offended.

OK, here goes!

Chapter One - A Fleeting Meeting

I walked down the high street, heels clomping on the uneven pavement. The sky was over cast and a hint of drizzle swept about me. But unlike most people with their umbrellas and coats, I let mine fly open and sighed as the rain pattered down on me. I had always liked rain and I wished for it to become stronger so that I could enjoy if properly. I was on my way to see a film at the cinema after school, the lord of the rings…again

"Eighth time’s a charm!" I chuckled to myself.

I was so caught up in the feeling of the rain and my excitement that I didn’t see the bus coming towards me. I stepped out to cross the road… and before I knew it, I was in a beautiful place. Lush, green, scented grass tickled my cheeks and the blinding sun warmed my skin. Haunting, but soothing voices swept over me and the blue sky enveloped me, broken only by birds flitting high above on the breeze. I felt that this was where I was meant to be forever. Suddenly I heard a distant voice calling me, becoming ever louder.

"Emelin…do not stay there…not yet…do not go there yet…not yet…melamin…come back!"

My beautiful place drained away as the voice became close and my eyes fluttered open to see…an even more beautiful sight! A person was bent over me, a pained look on his, her…no definitely his face. His hair was pulled back in a low pony-tail but stray tendrils had escaped and hang from his face dripping from the now pounding rain. he tucked them behind his ears, which were partly hidden from view under his broad hat. I liked them down, it gave him a cute, scruffy look. But his hair was only a small part of the attraction. My sight has captured by his eyes, two perfect pools of pallid blue lined with thick, long lashes. They were brimmed with tears that made the colour shimmer and glint in all directions. I longed to make his hurt go away but I did not know how. All these thoughts swam through my head in a matter of seconds, before I felt myself slipping away again. The man bent over me, clutching my shoulders in a strong but gentle grip. He looked deep into my grey eyes with his intense pair and whispered,

"Emelin… I will heal you…you will survive…I will bring you back…"

I returned to my beautiful place with his face formed in the clouds.

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Chapter Two - I See Him Once More

"Not much has improved…still weak…cannot tell how long…"

"So much depends on her…it’s my fault…I would be hated, killed…"

"Tonight we will watch her…critical…good luck…"

"I want to be here when she wakes…explain why…"

"Good luck…ok…goodbye…"

"I am grateful, friend…may a light shine upon our next meeting…goodbye…Emelin…how could I do this to you?…"

Voices echoed throughout my head, making it ache. I began to move to make my hurt known, but they stopped abruptly and I heard the click of a closing door. In the background I could hear the monotonous beeping of a heart monitor and the whirring of an extractor fan above my head. Somewhere far away a baby cried.

I peeped out from under heavy eye lids and quickly shut them again. three bright circles of light glared down on me. They were not warm but seemed incriminating, as if they could see all. After getting used to the intensity I opened my eyes again and shifted my head slightly to the right to look about. The peeling magnolia walls and smell of disinfectant told me that I was in a hospital, but to my surprise I seemed to be on an operating table. Instruments were strewn about me and I could see a drip on my arm. I wondered if I was dead and decided I wasn’t as I could still hear my heart beat on the monitor. I watched its regular, reassuring jumps move across the screen. Bringing myself away from its hypnotic trance, I tried to remember why I was in hospital - on an operating table no less. But all I could remember was seeing a beautiful face in a cloud; the sun shining from behind it, giving its hair a fiery golden rage.

I turned to my left, wincing slightly as a pain in my neck shot down my spine. My heart beat became louder and the jumps rose, but soon settled. I looked with wonder at the sight before me. A man was sat hunched over in the chair next to me; his fair head held in delicate hands, his mask positioned slantily on his head. He flinched slightly as he heard the heart beat change, but he relaxed again, letting out a sigh…and a sob. Soon he was shaking with uncontrollable grief. His tears dripped onto the floor, making a small puddle under his pale, drawn face. I reached out my left arm, painful though it was, and placed it on his knee, wanting to calm his weeping.

He gave a start, wiped the tears from his eyes, and sprung from the chair, grasping my hand. His tear wet skin was soft but his grip was strong. I looked at him properly and I recognised him. He was the face in the clouds. Maybe he could answer the questions that were flying around my aching head. But before I could do anything the man brought my hand to his lips, gave them a whisper of a kiss; then he placed it by my side and ran out of the room. I gave an angry cry as the last of his golden hair flicked out of the door. I did not want this intriguing man to leave, the man who may be able to explain things to me.

After a minute or so I heard footsteps approach, and I tried to sit up to see if it was him returning. It was a male nurse trailing a drip stand and trolley. I sank back down onto the table, annoyed at having wasted my precious energy. Pain did a dance up and down my spine, and I realised for the first time that I could not feel my legs. I gave a grunt of pain as the nurse lifted me onto the trolley and he smiled anxiously, "You are lucky to be with us. Try to rest. There is someone here who has worked unconditionally to save you. It would cause him much pain to see you continue to be…as you are. It would make his heart sing to see you well again."

I looked questioningly up at the nurse. He was almost as beautiful as the man I had seen before, and had the same golden hair. His eyes were different though. They seemed older than the other man’s and their brown seemed to smoulder with an unquenchable fire. I wondered whether the ‘person’ he spoke of that cared much for me was the man I had seen; and I had all evening to ponder this, for once taken to my own ward I was left alone.

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Chapter Three - Questions Answered

When I woke, the moon was casting a comforting strip of silver light across my bed. I shifted the duvet with my left hand, the one that hurt the least, and watched it ripple and dance. It was like a child enjoying being chased.

I must have got too enthusiastic, as I knocked over the glass of water on the bedside table on my left. It rolled across, spilling water everywhere. Without thinking I reached out to stop it from falling, but a stabbing pain in my right side made me cry out and fall back onto the bed. The glass rolled off the cabinet and grimaced, expecting a hearty smash. But before that could happen a slender figure sprung out from the shadows and caught the glass, quietly placing back onto the cabinet. I stifled my cry as I recognised the face, it was the man I had seen earlier.

The moon light traced all the features of his face; from his chiseled chin to his defined cheek bones to his…pointed ears! I shook with excitement and faint fear "Y…y…you’re…an…elf!" I managed to blurt out - wanting to confirm the little suspicion that had been niggling from inside me ever since I had first saw him.

His eyes flamed green for a second and he gave a small gasp. He replied in a warm, musical voice "Yes, Emelin. An elf. I am the Prince of Greenwood, son of Thranduil…call me -"
"Legolas!" I cried and he furrowed his brows, confused.
"How do you know who I am?" He questioned.
"I have read the book and seen the film The Lord of The Rings enough times to know who is the fair Prince of Mirk -, I mean, Greenwood." I chuckled. It seemed odd that he would assume that I wouldn’t know of him! He cupped my face in his silky hand and brought it closer to his. I was drowning in those pools of blue…
"The FAIR prince, eh?! But how could I ever compare to your ORLANDO BLOOM? How on earth he could ever be cast as me I do not know! It is insulting seeing a man play the role of an elf, a royal elf no less! And too, the Lord Elrond most noble, the Lady Galadriel and Lady Arwen…how could their beauty be matched by a mortal woman…?" He trailed off, looking deep into my eyes before pulling away slightly blushing. I could see his hurt and hated the film for causing it. But I wondered what else was lying in the deep of his soul that caused his real pain.

"A nurse said that someone here had saved me, someone who cared for me a great deal. W…was it, you?" I asked longingly. I so wanted it to be him.
"Glorfindel broke my cover! Curse him…curse everything! Emelin, you were never suppose to find out about this, about me." His jaw was squared, his fists clenched white at his side.
"What about you?" I asked. "Why are you here? Why am I here? Why did you save me…and what from? What’s going on…?" I began to sob and babble, realising that I really did not have any answers, only more questions. Legolas laid his hand on my brow, caressing my skin with light touch. I felt soothed from within and my tears dried.
"Shh, shh, Emelin. Do not worry. I suppose…I have to tell you know, about everything…but I do not know WHAT Aragorn would say!"
"Aragorn!" I squeaked.
"Yes, Aragorn. You, Emelin, are the great granddaughter of the King Elessar. Through you flows the blood of Numenor…and of the elves."
I could not believe it. Me, Emelin, the great granddaughter of the King of Gondor and Arwen, daughter of Lord Elrond! I knew I must be dreaming and pinched my arm, I had often wandered into Rivendell and Gondor in my dreams. But no, I could feel my pinch and the pain was harsh. Legolas took my arm and kissed it.
"You do not dream, Emelin. This is who you are. And I, I am…who I was always destined to be…" Legolas’ eyes seemed to glaze over.
"Who is that?" I asked. He blinked and smiled - eyes awake again.
"I am your keeper, Emelin."
"Keeper?" I was deeply confused.
"Yes, keeper." He replied, and sat down in the chair next to me. "You see, soon after Arwen gave birth to her child, and only child as far as things have gone; Aragorn, knowing my dedication and love for my king, asked me to the keeper of his descendants. I was to look after them and make sure no harm came to them, so that his line would remain true, direct and strong. I gladly accepted the opportunity.

"His daughter Talena grew to be a fine young lady. She married an elf from Greenwood, a young elf I had seen mature and had become friendly with, named Erinroe. A year after their marriage we were riding through Greenwood together, watching the autumn leaves give up their posts on the branches and flutter to the ground. It was raining but Talena had insisted we go, such spirit she had. It became dark, though it was only midday, and the rain became torrential. When searching for shelter we were confronted by an elf-witch, rarely ever seen in Middle Earth. Erinroe and I were unable to defend Talena, and we feared for her and the child she carried. The elf-witch bore in her arms a dead baby, born too early into this world. The lashing rain was her tears, she flung lightening from her fingers and her voice was the thunder itself. She demanded ownership of Talena’s baby when born. The parents needed no discussion, Erinroe cried over the wind their refusal.

"The elf-witch became distraught at first and then terrifyingly angry and we were blown against the trees, knee deep in the disturbed leaves. By her magic power we were banished from Middle Earth; thrown into the middle of a world we had no idea existed, your world.* It was, as you call it 1956. As we wandered, terrified through crowded streets, I saw no way that Erinroe, Talena and their child could survive without my protection. So there, on the streets of London, I swore myself to the keeping to the heirs to the throne of Gondor.

"Step by step we made a life for ourselves, keeping out of sight and mind. As I watched the troubles of this world pass and their children Carfiel, Arantil and Vercordia grow; neither I or Erinroe aged a day. Talena aged much slower than most women of the time. Life settled down and we were as happy as could be expected. It was when this world became at war that the trouble for us began. In 1982, Erinroe, Carfiel and Arantil went to war on the Falkland Islands. I tried to persuade them not to, but they still left - telling me to stay behind to keep true to my keepership with Talena and Vercordia. We never saw them alive again.

"Soon after, Talena died; for the blood of Numenor grants long life not immortality. Vercordia was seventeen then, as you are now. It was just me and her then, but not for very long. A year later, ’84, she married your father, Simon, and soon they had you. But…we both know what happened to them…"
"It’s ok for us to talk about it…a fire…they died in a fire. I suppose it was quite a long time ago now, almost two years."
"In my lifetime that is but the blink of an eye. The grief is still near."
"And to me too. Legolas, just because you have been the ‘keeper’ of my family for many years does not mean that the death of my parents was any less painful for me than it was for you. Though it would have been nice to have someone to grieve with." I became angry, which was unlike me. I missed my parents a lot. "I have had to make my own way in the world since the age of sixteen. I thought I was alone, that nobody gave a damn about me! Why didn’t you help me?" Legolas looked anxious and distraught, but he didn’t look guilty.
"Vercordia had always been very independent since her mother died. She had never liked the idea of a keeper. When she got married she told me to forget anything I had sworn to her, and did not tell he husband about me. She said that if she had children that I should not be their keeper. I was deeply hurt but could not give up my post and continued my existence on the periphery of her life - but always there. I became a doctor at this hospital, your local, so that I would be there when you were born. I was you know." I looked up at him, forgiving him and disliking my mother for keeping this wonderful person out of my life.
"You were there?"
"I stood outside the delivery room getting weird glances from nurses!" He laughed - the first time I had heard him do so. It was as musical has his voice. "I thanked Iluvatar for the future heir to the throne. Ever since then I have watched you grow, mature - but never really interacting with you, as demanded by your mother. When your parents died I would have never let you TRULY suffer, I would have revealed myself eventually. But you seemed to have inherited your mother’s independence. You carried on surprisingly well after their death. You are a bright young lady and it has been a pleasure observing you grow and mature. You see Emelin, even when times have been harder for you, not once have I abandoned you. Although you have been unaware of it, I have been protecting you all your life. Until a week ago that is…" Legolas stood up, running his fingers through greasy, unkept hair.
"Why? What happened a week ago? is that why I’m here?" I asked.
"I…I…knocked you down. I, Legolas, keeper of the heirs to the throne of Gondor almost killed one! I…I hate myself…I’m so sorry…" He slumped back into the chair and stared through teary eyes at the moon. I did not know what to think. Then I could remember - the bus, his face leaning over me, the tears in his eyes…"
"Legolas…How? I mean, how did it happen?"

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He turned to face me once more and I winced at the tears meandering down his cheek. "During your life (and during my free shifts at the hospital) I have tried to take jobs that would keep me close to you. At the moment I work at the bus station, where you get your bus after school. When you didn’t come that afternoon I panicked, took a bus and went looking for you in town. I was speeding and I was angry with myself for not being able to find you…before I knew it you stepped out into the road. I could not brake in time…"
"Then it is my fault!" I cried, wanting to sooth his guilt. He gave a cry and grasped my hand between his, kissing it before holding it to his cheek. "NO! No, Emelin. NONE of this is YOUR fault…" He insisted. A warm tear trickled from his cheek onto my hand.

We stayed like this for a while. I did not want to break the moment, but I still had very urgent questions to ask. "But I survived, whoever’s fault it was… I’m ok now, aren’t I?…Legolas?" He swiftly replaced my hand by my side.
"Yes…well, not entirely. You see, both your legs are broken and you have a fractured rib on your right side. You were on the operating table because we needed to set your legs…and do a scan…"
‘Scan?’ I thought, as Legolas put one hand under my back and one behind my head - lifting me up from the pillows. My legs were in plaster, with metal rods protruding from the bottom. It was terrible to see, and I became worried. "What’s this about a scan? A scan for what exactly? Will I ever walk again, Legolas? " I sobbed. Legolas slowly lowered we back onto the bed again.
"In this world…with its medicines…no." I gave a cry and covered my face with my hands, sobbing into cold, but sweaty palms. "But, Emelin." He came and sat down on the bed, stroking my hair. "In another world you could be cured. In Middle Earth, with Elvish medicines, it could be done."
"What good is Middle Earth’s medicines to anybody in this world?" I asked between sobs. "How am I to get to Middle Earth?"

Legolas smiled briefly and a glow seemed to radiate from him once more. "Well, Emelin. Finally I can help you. You have met Glorfindel already, yes?" I nodded curiously. "Well, he arrived in this world three months ago. Sent by an anxious Aragorn, since our banishment he searched for the elf-witch in Greenwood. It took him two months to find her, but when he did he demanded the magic to go to this world and return with us. After torturous weeks she relented and granted him his wish."
"But if he came three months ago, no offence, but why have you hung about here?" I asked, surprised that he had done so (and secretly hoping that his reason for staying was in someway linked to me!)
"Since he arrived, Emelin, I have been faced with a terrible and perplexing decision. Whether to return, Glorfindel and I; return with you alongside us; or not to return at all. I was going to be forced to make a decision soon, for Elvish magic only lasts four months in this world." He drew himself up the chair. "Now I see what must be done. Glorfindel and I must return… and take you with us."
"WHAT?!?" I screamed, my head swimming. "ME! Go to…MIDDLE EARTH?!?" Legolas chuckled, seeing my excitement.
"Well, unless Arwen has given birth since Glorfindel left, you ARE the heir to the throne of Gondor!"
"But…but…" I babbled, completely lost for any sensible words.

Legolas began to look serious and his lips pursed together as if he was preparing himself to do something he had long debated. "There is something I must inform you of, Emelin." He began. "Time in Middle Earth does not move as fast as time in this world. As the last 46 years here have passed since I arrived, only four months have gone by in Middle Earth. When we return there will be much confusement as to why there has been so many deaths and births in such short a space of time…but so much will need to be explained. I will do my best to do this world justice!"
"But if only four months have passed, then surely that would mean that -"
"That all the people, bar a few, that you have read of and seen in your film will be there for you to meet? Yes, Emelin, it does."
"Aragorn, Elrond, Galadriel, Arwen…and the hobbits?!" I squealed.
"Yes, all of them." Legolas was now highly amused at my joy.
"But Legolas…were the elves not passing over the sea, going west?" I was still confused.
"The manuscripts that were translated by Tolkien passed into this world by powers that none of us understand, powers above us all. For what purpose is still to be shown. Of course…the manuscripts were a copy of the on going records kept by the scribes of Middle Earth. Therefore, they did not have conclusion, therefore Tolkien invented one." Legolas obviously showed great admiration for Tolkien and this pleased me a great deal. "Though some things were changed from the truth!" He added, slightly. "And that’s even WITHOUT the hobbits’ mistakes!"
"The hobbits?!" I asked.
" You see, Emelin. Most of the events after the marriage of the King Elessar and Lady Evenstar were somewhat, misconceived, inaccurately recorded. I'm afraid us elves became rather… er…merry after the ring was destroyed! Record making was left to the hobbits…not the most successful of scribes bless them!"
"What do you mean by…merry?" I giggled nervously, placing my hand on his cheek.
"I shall leave that to your imagination Emelin." He replied, blushing slightly. "I must depart now to find Glorfindel. We must prepare to leave as soon as you have regained enough strength."
"Ok, Legolas. And, by the way…thank you for…well…saving me…"
"What else would I have done? Thank YOU for being so understanding, Emelin."
"Legolas…I don’t care what my mother said to you. I need you now more than I have ever needed anyone my entire life. Will you…will you…be my keeper?"
Legolas flashed a gorgeous smile that flew from one side of his face to the other, bowing low, making me blush and feel all flustered! "It would be an honour to serve both you and my king, Emelin." He replied. The thought of having him as my keeper - the one person to care for me unconditionally; I had to admit, it was a great prospect! As he turned to leave I called out to him, "Legolas!"
"What’s wrong?" He asked.
Feeling rather foolish I mumbled into my duvet, "Well, Legolas… I know just how different Middle Earth is going to be, and how strange I will seem to everybody, and I SO want to fit in and be liked…so I was just wondering if -"
"If I would teach you the ways of Middle Earth and of your people, my people?" He suggested.
"Yes! Thanks." I grinned, laying back into the pillows as he left. It was plain to see that Legolas and I would get on splendidly - much to my joy! Never had I had the honour of being in the presence of such a beautiful, angelic, charming being. I had thought that Orlando Bloom was perfection…I was BEYOND wrong! In my dreams that night I wandered hand in hand with its fair prince…

And that's how far i have got...i know what the ending will be though! Only bonos-girl and i know! lol

Comments? Suggestions? I'm open to changes! :wave: :p :embarras:

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here's some more i dug out of a note book somewhere...

Chapter Four - Elven Garments

"Emelin…" Legolas growled, holding me in his arms and I yielded to his kiss; but a whisper at first, then stronger, more passionate. We were in our sweet embrace; when I heard a voice calling me "Emelin…Emelin…" Thinking it to be Legolas, I held him to me and whispered into that perfect ear "What is it, my love?"

Then I realised that I could no longer hear the song of the birds of Greenwood, and the sweet aroma of the foliage had been replaced by the sharp stench of disinfectant. I gingerly opened my eyes…only to have my fears confirmed.

Legolas was leaning over me, just as he had on the day of our meeting. Only now he looked quite shocked and bemused. I was clutching his shoulders, my face unbearingly close to his. I was aware of the sweat on my face and my breathlessness…lips puckered in a suggestive way. I blushed a deep crimson, but was unwilling, no, unable to let go.

"Emelin?" He questioned and I could hear the confusion in his voice.
"Legolas…I…um…" I mumbled, really not knowing how to explain myself. His shining eyes searched my face for an answer to the question I knew he asked. I did not know how to answer it, or whether I should…yet.
I reluctantly released him from my grip and I thought I saw him scowl ever so slightly. Had he wanted us to stay locked so close? My hands dropped to my side and I did my best to look dignified and quite unflustered. "Legolas…I was dreaming and…um…" I faltered, nothing could justify my actions. I turned away, but I could feel his eyes pierce my skin; could he tell what I had been dreaming?

Glorfindel saved us both from the embarrassing situation. He poked his head round the door and smiled nervously, sensing the obvious tension between Legolas and I. He came into the room, wheeling a trolley after him. With a kind voice he spoke to me. "So you have awoken, Emelin. I trust that Legolas has told you who I am?"
"Glorfindel of Rivendell. I am...er…honoured…?" He grinned subtly. I had obviously not given the correct and suitable reply. I wished for my Middle Earth ‘training’ to begin as soon as possible. I did not want to embarrass myself anymore - especially in front of the likes of Lord Elrond, Lord Celeborn… nobody. But Glorfindel had not been only amused by my choice of reply. In truth, anything in this world seemed to amuse him, what the nurses and doctors wore, said, ate. But I could not imagine anyone from Middle Earth finding this world anything other than filthy, dishonest, spent…doomed. Certainly not interesting, let alone amusing!

"We have been talking all night…" Glorfindel began, gesturing at Legolas for encouragement; but he was slumped low in the chair next to my bed. His legs were sprawled across the floor; his head held in his left hand, his right arm bent, elbow resting on the chair arm, the hand lying on the chair arm, the hand lying on his right thigh. He twirled a detached strand of hair absentmindedly in his lengthy, delicate fingers. But the hair was not straight and golden, it was curled and chestnut - it was one of my hairs.

"Um…yeeees…well…" Glorfindel continued, "We discussed the possibilities concerning when we should leave for Middle Earth. We decided that it should be sooner rather than later. The longer we wait the more we are chancing the effectiveness of the elf magick. Also, the sooner we get you to King Elessar the easier it will be to cure you. We plan to leave in two or three days.

"But, I cannot move without terrible pain…I have no appropriate clothes…and I know little of Middle Earth’s customs. Ahh! I don’t know Elvish!" I became quite frantic as I realised just how unprepared I was to leave. "We took the liberty of purchasing you some garments…" Glorfindel announced, bringing out box after expensive box from the trolley. Tongue tied I opened them, gasping as the dresses became more and more beautiful. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Legolas look up with a slight smile on his precious lips. He seemed to really care what I thought of the gowns. I decided to look really pleased, but I needed no exaggeration. The dresses took my breath away.

There was a silver one that seemed to flow through my fingers like mercury; a dark green one that had a fitted corset, then layered out from the hips. And there was my favourite…a dress of the blue of the depths of lakes, the knife edge of twilight, the lagoons of islands long forgotten. When moved it’s interwoven silver threads shimmered like sun cutting through a diamond, the tiny sapphires encrusting the base thrust the light into a thousand directions.

There were seven dresses in all; two silver handmade, Celtic tiaras,; ten pairs of shoes, with matching day and evening slippers and lace up boots to be worn with breeches or for riding. There were three blouses and a fitted waistcoat; four pairs of breeches with suspenders, many belts - some decorative, some practical; eight cloaks, three with detachable hoods; one silvery, translucent cape; and some riding gear - gloves, crops, jodhpurs and such like. In tiny boxes were jeweled, silver, Celtic brooches; earrings, necklaces, bracelets…but no rings.

One last box was pushed in my direction. I saw Glorfindel blush and Legolas looked away - also flushing slightly. Inside was various underwear. I thought nothing of it other than as a necessity and it was the same to me as the blouses or breeches…but the men did not seem to think so.

"And WHY are you guys so quiet?" I asked…wanting to tease them!
Glorfindel looked up defensively, "It was Legolas who chose the clothes. I only went out and bought them!" He declared, again looking for Legolas to confirm. But his partner in crime was writhing about in the chair, DEEPLY crimson. His eyes swept over the windows and I wondered whether he was debating whether or not to escape out of one!

"Um…don’t worry!" I blurted out, wondering whether there should be a limit to the amount of embarrassing situations someone is allowed to be in in one day. "I like all the clothes, thank you. I am extremely appreciative!" I added, hoping to draw attention away from the embarrassing affair. Glorfindel smiled again, obviously relieved that I had not been offended by his friend’s choice of garments. I looked at the clothes and sighed. "I have read about the beauty of Lady Galadriel and Lady Arwen. I hope I will not look too bad standing next to them!" Legolas shifted in his chair. Glorfindel shook his head and smiled, "You will look beautiful, Emelin" I grinned gratefully, slightly annoyed that Legolas had had nothing to say.

"I must go now, there are many preparations that need to be made."
"I understand. Glorfindel, do you think you could sent a female nurse to help me try on these clothes?" I asked hopefully.
"Why send a nurse?" He answered, grinning. "I’m sure Legolas could assist you with that!" He laughed and scooted out of the room; as Legolas spun round in his chair, mouth gaping open, eyes flaming green. If he could have spat venom he would have.

The room was unbearingly tense. I was confused. I needed to register what had happened in the last 10 minutes! I turned to see of Legolas’ reaction…but the chair was empty. The larger window was open and the curtains billowed around me. I sank down into the bed, the clothes still strewn about me. A spiteful breeze chilled the tears on my cheeks. The curled strand of hair fluttered to the floor.

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Chapter Five - Revelations

That night I could not sleep. I kept contemplating over and over in my mind…’What WAS Glorfindel implying? What had Legolas said to him? How did Legolas feel about what had happened that morning? Why had he gone to the trouble of getting me all those…clothes? I had no answers to my many questions and I lay alone with my thoughts well into the dark of night, slowly folding the exquisite clothing, placing it lovingly back in the boxes.

I reached out to put away a blouse when a hand fell silently onto mine, the fingertips softly tracing my knuckle line. "Legolas…" I whispered. I knew without looking up. I became angry at my deserter. "I wish you would refrain from doing that ‘Elvish moving silently’ act." I began, leaving a pause as the fingers trembled. "Creeping up on me…creeping OUT…" I snarled, deeply hurt. The hand sprang back, the fingers receding like a withering plant.

I glanced up slightly, worried that I had been too harsh. I gasped, pleasantly surprised. Legolas’ starch doctor’s uniform was swapped for a black shirt open to the fourth button; and a pair of black trousers, neatly pressed. He had let his hair down with two plaits held together at the back. The golden locks cascaded over his shoulders onto his chest, catching the light of the now full moon. He glowed in all the ways that had attracted me that day we met…apart from, that is, his eyes. They used to shine, the surface of the icy blue pools rippling - making them dance, truly alive. Now they were blank, dull…black almost. His face was expressionless; his mouth not sad, not grinning…nothing.

He looked up at me to speak, "You hate me…don’t you, Emelin?" Though his face was a mystery, his voice shook and choked. I knew he was upset…angry even. I didn’t know how to answer his question, it had come as such as shock. "I knew it!" He shouted, interpreting my silence. "I should have never told you about me! I should have returned to Middle Earth as soon as Glorfindel arrived. I wouldn’t have knocked you down…you wouldn’t be in hospital…we wouldn’t have met…and…" He stopped, turning his head away.

"And what?" I shouted in reply, angry that he would have preferred never to have met me! "And what, Legolas? What ELSE do you regret doing?" I tried again. He had his back to me, his hands behind his head. They were clutching his hair, almost ripping it from the roots. His whole body was shaking and sweating. I got even more frustrated, "AND WHAT?!!" I screamed.
"AND I WOULDN’T HAVE FALLEN IN LOVE WITH YOU!" Legolas spun round to face me, his eyes now alight and face flaming. "I have fallen in love with you, Emelin." He whispered, looking far into my eyes with that same question he had asked the previous morning.

There felt like there was an explosion in my chest. ‘He LOVES me!’ My heart bellowed and I felt it pound against my chest in celebration. Almost breathless I tilted my head on one side and looked up.
"Come here, Legolas." I spoke…so very softly…but I knew he could hear me. A subtle, sly smile danced about his lips and his eyes shone in the way I had remembered. I knew then the true cause for the pain I had seen in them. He had hurt the one he loved and he had caused himself much grief and given himself harsher punishment than anyone else could have.

Legolas came and sat by my side, taking my face in his hands. "Emelin…?" he asked again, as he had when we were last so close. This time I knew how to answer his question and we embraced as passionately and sweetly as we had in my dreams…

And that REALLY is all i have done...give or take a sentence or two that i had edited for the purpose of being allowed to post this! lol :p

I've kinda had lines come to me at random points during the day that i will include later on in the story....weird i know! I've also drawn pics of things that haven't even happened yet! :huh: roflmao My motto is to 'Always have a notebook!' Unfortunately i never finish one before i start the other. Bonos-girl can confirm that i take five notebooks, not counting the rough book given to us by the school, to every lesson...it's kinda getting out of hand! :read: lol :embarras: :thumbs:

Well...hopefully SOMEONE won't be put off by the length of my tale and will read it and post comments...hint....hint...Fatty promised to anyway! :nono: lol :p :dragon: :read:

[Pil]

:p Is it THAT bad?

[Nessa]

Its not bad at all! Just a bit long, but don't worry about it.

Lovely story. :thumbs:

[Pil]

It's more of something that would do better in an actual fanfic section...Fatty and i have concluded... :)

It could be viewed in proper chapters.

Thanx Nessa...this was what kept me busy during the half term and i REALLY wanted people to like it. veryhappy

[Goldilocks]

Pil, like your story. Legolas is nummy. (shamefully burst into giggles due to naughty thought.) Keep it up!

[Pil]

NO SHAME GOLDILOCKS! :thumbs: Like i said...i DID have to edit most of the end bit (if u get my drift) :naughty: lol

PM me if u want the unedited version (it's not more than a PG-13)

[Magickcello]

lol good story-THEN WHAT HAPPENED???? are you just going to stop THERE?
oh.....the unfairness of it all lol

[Pil]

HELL NO! *gives Magickcello bear hug*

The next chapter is on it's way pretty soon! I wrote most of the above in half term when i was in wales...and i'm back there soon....maybe it will be the clinch in me putting togther all my notes! So many notes..... :(

But....MIDDLE EARTH HERE WE COME! Emelin meeting aragorn....unexpected news....feelings.... actually....i'm gonna finish the next chapter NOW!

*runs off to find and sort through multitude of notepads and random pieces of paper...*

[Magickcello]

yaaaaay!!! :batty:
I have a story to :blush: but it really sucks!
*sits and waits impationtaly for the next part of story*

[Pil]

I BET IT DOESN'T SUCK!!!!!! :cuddles:

PUT IT UP...LET US SEE! veryhappy

[Magickcello]

its up! it called past and present......I dont even know what will happen yet! :( I have too many notes in like, 8 different note books-I cant ever finish them either! lol

[Magickcello]

veryhappy
I just did.....Its called Past and Present

I have a problem with it though that I cant seem to work out! It has something to do with the ending but its confusing because it has to do with time travel and it makes my brain hurt...... :(

[Pil]

I know how u feel mate *pil wades through hundreds of sheets of paper to find her notes for next chapter* aaaah! lol

[Pil]

Here's the next bit! veryhappy

Chapter 6 - The Return

Glorfindel mulled over and over the procedure for 'The Return'. For thus they named it. A return...to a place i had never been to. It was a strange thought, but that is how the two of them perceived it. They spoke as if i had run away from home and they were returning me back to my parents... Only, my parentslived in this world all their lives. Born of THIS Earth am I. Still, Middle Earth did not hold my heart. Infact, it was the complete opposite. While Glorfindel and Legolas sighed happily when named, I seemed to break out in a cold sweat. Panic and confusion surrounded its mention.

I decided to confide my doubts in Legolas. He always came to waken me at the beginning of his shift, but that morning I waited for his arrival. He looked slightly shocked to see me up, but he came and sat next to me as i saw him every other morning. Taking my hand in his he smiled and looked long into my eyes. "It is a glorious morning Emelin. I was thinking today of taking you out, in the wheelchair, around the gardens. The flowers are in bloom and the trees are whispering to eachother. I'll teach you to hear them." He closed his eyes and lifted his head to the sun that shone through the open blinds. A glow radiated from him...like the energy of the Earth itself had enveloped him.

I placed my other hand on his. "Legolas. You said you would teach me of Middle Earth." I began. He looked at me with pity in his eyes.
"But we have no time to do so, Emelin. We leave the day ater next."
"I know. It's just that, even if i know little of what would be expected from a woman my age in Middle Earth; I think i should still learn a bit baout my ancestors. My....family..." I trailed off, reminded of what awaited me. Legolas winced slightly.
"Emelin, it is impossible not to feel your pain. I understand your need, and i will do all i can to inform you of your heritage. But i warn you, I have not unlimited knowledge in the lore of Gondor. It is with the elves, the Sindarin and Silvan, that my mind wanders. So," He shook his head and blinked a bit "What do you want to know?" He asked. I started. What DID I want to know? Maybe what I desired was not something I could aquire with learning.

For the rest of the day I presented him with half-hearted questions, most of which I knew the answer to already. It was when I asked for the story of Elendil for the third time that Legolas suggested I wait until we GOT to Middle Earth, where I could question him about things as i saw them. I didn't feel any more prepared, but it was good to know that Legolas had promised to explain what I didn't understand. "Just relax and look forward to it." He told me. Easier said than done.

The night before we were due to depart, Glorfindel suggested we go to see The Lord Of The Rings in the cinema, for he had not got round to doing so during his short time here. I reluctantly agreed, for something told me that the film would not bring me comfort.

The evening air was thick and close. I looked up at the sky, large thunder clouds grew overhead - causing the night to approach even quicker. My last night on Earth. What stars forced their light through the thick blanket of black seemed to be brighter than ever. We began to make our way to the cinema, and i drew my coat about me, suddenly cold in the muggy air. I tilted my head back even further and my gaze met Legolas' (he was pushing my wheelchair). "Are these the same stars that are seen in the skies of Middle Earth?" I asked. Legolas placed his hand on my shoulder.
"Some things are not meant to change." He answered, looking at Glorfindel. They raised their right palms to the sky. "Eaerandil!" They proclaimed. I nodded and felt a little more comforted.

Most of the film was spent with Glorfindel moaning about how Arwen replaced his role, and trying to figure out which elf was him at The Council Of Elrond. There was also a private joke shared to my confusement, concerning pipeweed, which resulted in a not-so-quiet rendition of a song entitled "Old Toby, How We Love Thee!" So very embarassing! From what I could gather, Elves most definitely did NOT refrain from the odd puff on the pipe!

[Pil]

But, after the expected hilaria about Haldir, Galadriel's reaction to the ring and a few jokes concerning Aragorn's haircut, all was well for the rest of the film. I even caught a glimpse of tears in Glorfindel's eyes. "They were indeed troubled times..." I heard him mutter.

Outside the air had grown even more humid. Now no stars could be seen in the sky.We made our way outside and stopped in the main entrance.The elves stood still, tense, staring up at the sky; the rest of the cinema audience forced to part around them. Embarrassed, I tugged at Legolas' sleeve, "What's wro-" I began, but I was silenced as Legolas scooped me up out of the wheelchair into his arms and dashed after Glorfindel; who was already far down the street, darting in and out through the crowds beginning their night on the town. Soon I was amoung these people. A lightening illuminated blur, for a storm had finally unveiled itself above.

I caught glimpses of faces, faces completely unaware of where i was going or who i was with. I was anonymous. I liked it. I wasn't an heir to a throne, the great-granddaughter of a king, the lover of an elven prince. I was just another person in a vast world I was soon to leave. I found tears falling from my eyes, whisked off my cheek by the air rushing by me.

Then Glorfindel took a right turn from the main street and Legolas followed, now close behind. I was pulled out of my daze and thrust into the darkness of the back streets at night. I looked up at Legolas for some aswers. The flashes of lightening revealed a searing blue flame alight in his eyes, his mouth clenched, his whole face distraught and anxious. I needed to know that was happening. "Legolas. WHAT is going on? Where are we going?" He looked down with a troubled glance, but swiftly returned his gaze to Glorfindel ahead. At length he replied, his voice shaky and broken, "We are going by swift route to the hospital. We leave for Middle Earth tonight." I slumped into his arms, dumbfounded. Tonight? I would not see the sun rise again in this world, watch my last tv show, eat my last Earth meal...post the letters of vague apoligy and lame explanation to those friends i did leave behind. This troubled me the most, for I couldn't possibly leave wihtout a goodbye. As if reading my mind Legolas held me closer and softly whispered. "Do not worry, I will do all I can before we leave." But this was not good enough.'We leave for Middle Earth tonight.' Why?! Why were we going with the greatest of speed back to the hospital in order to leave early? When we reached the hospital Glorfindel ran inside to fetch our belongings and Legolas sat down on a bench outside the from entrance, still cradling me in his arms. The lightning continued, battles by the thunder, but no rain fell yet. While Legolas caught his breath I asked him why we were changing our plans.

[Magickcello]

:whoohoo: mooore! mooore!

[Pil]

It's coming! It's written, I just need to find time to type it up! veryhappy

[Galadriel]

very good story can't wait to read the rest

[Lady Melody]

I repeat what I did to the other fanfic post...

MORE MORE MORE MORE MORE MORE MORE MORE MORE MORE MORE MORE MOREMORE MORE MORE MORE MORE MORE MORE MORE MORE MORE MORE

I think thats enough, ain't it? *wink*

[Pil]

lol OK.....i can take a hint....unsubtle though it was...... lol I'll type the rest up tonight and i PROMISE i'll put it up tomorrow....probably about seven-seven thirty my time... veryhappy

[Lady Melody]

dangit... another loooong wait... (hehehe, I know I'm really pestering you, but thats what you get when you post unfinished stories in a thread....sorry, mate!)

[Tar-Ancalimë]

hee hee i want more too...
*sings* I'm in love with an e-elf!!

[Lady Melody]

Darnit, I'm checking this thread for like every hour or so and still no update!!!

Ignore me, I know I'm nuts...:jester:

[Pil]

Here's the next installment! veryhappy

Legolas turned his face to mine. Sweat had formed on his forehead and his jaw was squared - something which always indicated to me whether he was worried about something.

"You felt it....didn't you?" He asked quietly, his words falling dull onto the muggy air, stunted, barely reaching my ears.
"Do not answer my question with one yourself!" I replied, but he pressed me again. "Felt what?!" I answered, frustrated by his curious words.
"You felt a chill, earlier on, before we saw the film. You felt a chill and looked harder into the sky. That is your heritage calling to you. You searched for the 'Evenstar'."
"Evenstar? Undomiel?" I asked, still confused. "But surely you can see few stars through these thick clouds?"
Legolas shook his head. "No, Emelin. Both Glorfindel and I can see their faint glimmer through even the thickest of cloud cover. But one most dear to us we can not find. Undomiel, the Evenstar. It has gone out. We have lost it. I deem a great evil has befallen Middle Earth. I percieve that the Lady Evenstar is in someway linked to the star's fate. If the star has gone out, then I fear the worst for Lady Arwen."

I was confused. "What? That if the star went out, she would....die?" I asked panicking.
"No!" Legolas replied; still looking anxiously at the sky, one hand clutching the back of his neck, one round my waist. "Quite the opposite." My head reeled and I slumped against his chest. It rose and fell rapidly and I pressed my ear close to hear his heartbeat racing. So I was to be told that a star has gone out and that that means Arwen, my great-grandmother, has passed from this life? I shook my had in silent protest. I would not accept this news. My heart would not break yet.

But now at least I understood the need for haste. The world, both this and others, was in no way peaceful. The pain could be felt circulating in the air itself. Our presence was required in Middle Earth. I put all doubts and second thought out of my mind and ocncentrated on getting, well, home.

Hope u liked this installment, thank you to all who have shown enthusiasm and support for this fanfic, it is appreciated more than you know. Please expect the next installment in, possibly quite a while; because i am already very busy this weekend and it may not be until after next weekend that i am able to put together the next bit. Though i must admit...the consistant pestering DID persuade we to put it up faster....chibimelody put the fear of god into me...ask bonos-girl...i was running down the sience ramp just to get here quicker to type this up! lol Oh well...like i said, next installment might take a bit longer but i will do my best and thanks for the continued support! :cuddles: :blush: veryhappy

[Tar-Ancalimë]

yea!!
ok, more pestering from Tar-Ancalime here...

hurry!!!!

BTW in case it wasn't obvious-- I love it! :grin:

[Gatsby]

pil, fun story. i laughed i cried, the entire thought that it could be real, is *sigh* lovely
out
gatsby

[Lady Melody]

lol lol lol lol Me??? Scary???lol lol lol lol

Hehehehehe... well, I guess I can be like that sometimes ^_^

chibimelody put the fear of god into me
Really?? I feel soo happy!! Hehehehe.... You won't have to worry about me much though, my holidays are over...tomorrow... Dangit... Keep it going!! ^_^

:thumbs:

[Pil]

Will do so ChibiMleody! lol :thumbs:

Thanx everyone! :cuddles: veryhappy

[Gatsby]

pil, when can we expect the next part of your, shall i say, juicy tale?
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gatsby

[Pil]

Juicy tale? lol Ummm..... lets say....this saturday/sunday? Is that ok? I'm v.busy! :(

[Dawnnamira Nerwen]

Oh, I really like it Pil! Please continue!!!


PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE!!!!

[Tar-Ancalimë]

ditto on all that... you rock Pil

[Gatsby]

i need to know what happens next!!

[Pil]

:cuddles: Thanx! veryhappy

I had a rather boring maths lesson today and i managed to get a fair bit done...but i don't want to put up more until the chapter's finished...:huh: :)....soz guys! lol

Soon, i tells ya.....soon! :read:

*pil grabs trusty blue pen and the battered notebook that i take everywhere and scoots off to write more*

Oh...but i'll tell you this....i know how it's gonna end!

*now i REALLY run away before people start bribing to get the ending...maybe i'll think about bribes... :angel: lol*

[Gatsby]

pil!! you can't tease us like that
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gatsby

[Tar-Ancalimë]

ok ill bribe you with... a hobbit maybe? if i could get you a hobbit would you...?

or... or an elf!

a ranger?

[Lady Melody]

Oh, please... write more!! It's killing me!!

[Gatsby]

come on pil give the people what they want!!
out
gatsby

[Tar-Ancalimë]

hey pil! my bribes are still in the ari here...

[Pil]

Originally posted by Tar-Ancalime
ok ill bribe you with... a hobbit maybe? if i could get you a hobbit would you...?

or... or an elf!

a ranger?

A foursome? I'm liking, liking it, liking it! I'm liking it like that! :thumbs: :loveyou:

Soz.....but it's bonos-girl's party do this weekend and it's gonna be soooo cool and i won't have much time for anything else!

[Magickcello]

MORE! NOW! MUST HAVE! GIMMIE! *makes a pouty face* (dont I sound like a little person begging for a cookie??)

[Gatsby]

PIL!!! you siad saterday/sunday.... it is now monday after noon!! i need to find out what happens next!!
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gatsby

[Tar-Ancalimë]

yeah...

[Pil]

OKAY! OKAY! HERE IT IS! veryhappy

HAPPY :read:ING PEOPLE! :elfqueen:

Glorfindel returned with three large backpacks containing what we had decided to take to Middle Earth. We knew we wouldn’t be able to take anything other than essentials, for I was unable to contribute to carrying our luggage. Indeed, I was a burden rather than a help, and it made me feel bad. Legolas handed me my bag and I fished out the three letters I had wanted to post before leaving. I had decided not to lie in any of the letters.

One I had written to my sort of friend Danny, one of the only people I had kind of connected with…maybe I had always known I didn’t belong here… I told her that somebody special had come into my life and I had decided to spend time with them where they came from. The truth. The second letter was written to my school. I explained that I could no longer continue my education here due to unexpected circumstances. Still no lies.

But the hardest of all letters to write was to my only living relative…of this world that is. My cousin, Marcus; the only person other than Legolas and Glorfindel that had been to visit me in hospital. I had not been upset that no-one else had come. My friends would have thought I was ill…or down… But Marcus, it was as if we were twins. I hadn’t contacted him, but he had come to visit me the day of my accident because he had had a sudden need to see me. He had felt my desire for a friend at that time. Marcus I would miss painfully. He had always been there for me, during my parent’s deaths he supported me 100%, even though he had had problems of his own.

Now he had got things patched up with his wife and they seemed to be happy. It was saddening to leave him just a things had started settling down in both our lives. That’s always the way. Once one thing is sorted, another springs up behind you and catches you off guard. But this disturbance to my life was so much more confusing than the others. A torment of opposing emotions had raged its way back and forth in my mind…until I had come to the conclusion that I think too much!

Anyway, the letter I had written to Marcus had contained the total and UTTER truth. I told him everything…about Legolas, Aragorn, my mother…his aunt. I told him I was going to Middle Earth to discover my heart and find my soul…and also to recover. Yes, for the very same accident and injuries that had spurred on all of the previous day’s events, it had almost been forgotten. Though when my legs were moved it gave me a pretty sharpish wake up call.

I did not know what Marcus would make of the letter. All I knew is that I had to tell somebody about all this…and I don’t think the birds outside my window counted! Marcus was the one I had chosen to tell and he could deal with it in his own way. The most likely outcome is that everyone would think I had gone COMPLETELY crazy and would give up searching for me pretty soon…who knows what a mad person would do or where they would go?! But I think somewhere in his heart, even if he wasn’t really aware of it; Marcus would believe my story. The lord of the rings fan in him would want it to be true.

Returning from my thoughts I handed the letters to Legolas and he sped off with them into the enclosing black of the now ripe night. Glorfindel placed the bags on the floor and sat on the bench, staring at the sky, supporting my back. I suddenly realised that I had no idea what the ‘return’ to Middle Earth would include. I asked Glorfindel what we had to do.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small wooden box; about the length of his thumb and the width of a pencil. ‘The magic’s in there?’ I asked. Glorfindel nodded, clutching the box tightly. Our returning to Middle Earth depended on the contents of that box, and he wasn’t going to let it drop! He looked at me again, ‘We need to rub some of this powder into our fingertips and visualise where we want to go; Arwen’s chambers in Rivendell will do.’

Simple the magic seemed, yet that was the way of the elves; such power and magnificence surrounded by a human-like form and modesty. ‘But how am I to visualise her chambers if I have never been there?’ I questioned, detecting a flaw in his plan.

‘You will know, Emelin, but not in your mind.’ Glorfindel replied softly. ‘You must learn to search elsewhere. Just concentrate hard on your own being and the vision will come to you.’ I stared into the nothingness ahead of me, trying to do what Glorfindel had suggested…but my head was too full of thoughts. I closed my eyes and breathed deeply…emptying my mind. After a few minutes of relaxation…but no new thoughts…I felt a small breeze and opened my eyes again. Like a vision himself, Legolas was standing infront of me, smiling. He obviously knew what I was trying to do.

Cool! OK...well...next bit will be...haha...i dunno...but i'm thinking that in the next bit they will get to middle earth so...ooo...big lead up yeah?! lol I won't be that cruel! I've got a bit of free time on my hands...homework seems to be quite low so...more time to write this! :thumbs: :) I'll probably write some more tonight actually... *thoughtful look* lol

Thanx for the continued support and i hope you like this section! See you soon! veryhappy

[Tar-Ancalimë]

Good... tonight is very good... MORE MORE MORE!!!

[Gatsby]

NEAT!!!!!!!!!!
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gatsby

[Lady of Rohan]

I just read it. I like it a lot. Write more please, Pil.

[Pil]

veryhappy Thanx lady of rohan and other supporters! I will do my best! :read: :)

[Gatsby]

PIL!!!!!! when should we expect the next chapter
out
gatsby

[Pil]

:elfeek:

Weeeell....i'm spending tomorrow helping my mam out at her school's open day...so i'll probably get some time to do stuff when there are few people coming round...i've written some since i last posted...so it's a case of getting there...you know...to middle earth...it's gonna happen in the next chapter so...keep your eyes open! :o lol

There will be some really exciting bits coming up..stuff happens that you just DON'T expect...a few teary scenes...loveyduvy ones...but not TOO many...don't worry...lol...and one or two fighting, leggy slice'ndice kinda things...! It's gonna (hopefully) be good! :read: veryhappy :)

[Tar-Ancalimë]

leggy slice'n'dice!!!!!!! roflmao... i cant wait

[Gatsby]

who doesn't love a good leggy battle scene?
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gatsby

[Dawnnamira Nerwen]

Who doesn't love a good battle scene?

[Pil]

Next bit people! veryhappy

"Ready?" Legolas asked, giving me a quick, private smile; reassuring me that he had completed the task. I smiled contently back. Now everything had been done to prepare for the departure.
"Ready." Answered Glorfindel, excitedly swinging his pack onto his back, grasping mine in his hand. Legolas also put on his bag and then gently scooped me into his arms. I felt safe again in his firm and assured grip. I could feel his shirt cling to his lean frame, which shook about me. I realised that this was what he had been looking forward to for years.

I brushed back some of those cute stray hairs from his clammy forehead, the back of my hand skimming his soft cheek. Our eyes locked in a bond that took me to another place beyond the confines of both this world and Legolas’. I knew that wherever I went, Legolas would go too and that was the only thing that ultimately mattered. I could face anything with him behind me.

I hooked my arm round the back of his neck and brought my lips to his. I was ensnared in the moment…to be that close to him…to feel his skin upon mine…was so right… We could never be parted, be it in life or in death. We broke away slightly and I could feel his smitten smile upon my lips. I knew he thought the same way. I was a prisoner in his heart and he in mine.

Glorfindel broke the moment with an embarrassed cough; Legolas and I looked over, chuckling.
"Well…now you’re done with that!" He laughed "We can do this…" His face became serious once again and Legolas’ breathing became short and frequent. I felt myself also shaking, as Glorfindel reached into his pocket and produced the box. It opened like one of those old dominoes boxes, the lid sliding back smoothly, only on this box…the lid was not to be seen once removed.

There was something inside emitting a golden light…as if the sun herself had been captured and enclosed in it…but I could not make out what. The light came as a shock to my eyes which had accustomed themselves to the dark of the night. I looked up to see Legolas squinting…his pupils struggling to shut out the piercing rays. As the lid was pulled further back it became brighter and brighter, until our dingy surroundings became illuminated as if at the noon of day.

Slowly, Glorfindel reached his thumb and fore-finger into the box. I expected him to produce a pinch of the powder, but instead he extracted the powder pressed together, into a rough sphere. I gazed at its beauty….seeming golden…then silver…and other metallics and shimmers for which this world has no name. Glorfindel took my left hand, and I opened it up, the fingers uncurling without me even thinking of it. He crumbled a portion of the powder into my palm. I did as had been instructed, and rubbed it between my finger tips. Instantly I felt a warmth creep through my body; my heart strengthened and my mind put at ease.

Glorfindel crushed some powder into Legolas’ outstretched hand and I saw him smile as he fingered it also. He seemed to radiate a hand and I saw him smile as he fingered it also; his skin gleaming as one who knows a true happiness. His eyes glazed over, their blue glittered, shattering the golden light around me. I heard him whisper "I…I can almost see it…" He voice sounded as if spoken by one in the dream. "Ai…" Answered a similarly appearing Glorfindel, his eyes dancing and flaming browns, oranges and reds in a mesmerizing manner.

I remembered Glorfindel’s words. We were wanting to enter Middle Earth in Arwen’s chambers…He had told me the vision would come to me…I needed to let myself remember what I did not already know. Indeed, I was beginning to loose a clear vision of the surroundings, even though lit by the light of the powder. I could feel myself parting from this world. Faint snatches of sounds flitted about my head…voices I thought I had hear…but in a time long forgotten. Sweet aromas swirled around me…leaves savoring a warm summer shower…roses newly birthed from their buds…streams of water sweetened by its own blessedness. I could feel cool marble beneath my feet…silk, satin, velvet, brushed lightly across my cheek. A cool breeze flowed over me, gently rippling my free curls… And so, it was with one last glance at the rapidly darkening world that I bid farewell to this earth…and slipped silently and peacefully into another…

Hope you liked it! :)

[Tar-Ancalimë]

ofc i do!!! aw sweet leggy...
i do like your discriptions, pil, they're great :thumbs:

(thanks for updating it... finally... (kidding)... where are the leggy slice'n'dices?)

[Gatsby]

i know not even a blade in that part pil, j/k . LOVE it though... fantastic
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gatsby

[Pil]

Leggy slice 'n' dice will not be for a while...sorry to keep you waiting...lol :battle:

Now they are in ME i want to explore Emelin's reactions and opinions of it and we can see if they REALLY got to where they wanted to be... :)

[Gatsby]

i'm sure you'll take this story where it needs to go (the bed room!!)
out
gatsby

[Pil]

Now now Gatsby...enough of that... lol

I don't think that would be suitable for the forum somehow...anyway...i want to explore ME a bit more rather than it turning into JUST a love story...no way is this going to be a pwp! :nono: :)

[Magickcello]

MUST HAVE MORE!!! *turns blue from lack of story and keels over*

[Pil]

Next weekend i'll post the next bit...i had a bit of a writing frenzy yesterday...i'll type it up during the week and then post it next saturday or sunday... I hope people are still interested in the story...i just seemed to be reading other people's stories and not writing any of mine...but i set aside some time to do just that last night and i have a whole lot coming up! See you next week...if anyone still wants to read this... :read: :huh: :p

[Bess the Bard]

Pil,

Just read this story and I like it! Your descriptions are very good. I think you are keeping it from being just a typical Leggy/fangirl swoon tale. You make me want to explore Middle Earth right along with Emelin. Good descriptions and pacing. More, please. Pretty Please with that golden powder of yours on top?!!

Bess

[Tar-Ancalimë]

yeah Pil you better type more... if anyone still wants to read it lol of course we do!!!!! :hooray:

[Pil]

lol Ok...i'll type some up tonight. Would you prefer i typed it up during the week and posted a big chunk on the weekend...or would you like a little bit each night? :huh: :)

Thanx you guys...Bess...it's nice to have someone new as well!
I am hoping to stay away from the pwp stories that sometimes appear! :nono: :p

I'll post again tonight. :read:

[Bess the Bard]

I'll take it any way you want to give it. Good story.

Question--I can infer what "pwp" means, but what does it mean exactly? Have you heard the term "Mary Sue" story, which I think may have a similar meaning? Thanks.

[Dawnnamira Nerwen]

Pil, just post it okay? I really like this story!

[Pil]

lol cool! pwp is 'Plot What Plot?' A lot of legolas/girl stories end up like that...not for me though!

Sorry i couldn't post last night...i ended up getting home at ten o'clock...on the spur of the moment my mate asked me and a whole bunch of people round with their german exhcnage students...gorgeous...to take part in her family's indian festival...which i cant spell...darn it! lol

It was a lot of fun though...i dressed up in a sari...and the german guys too...they're a bit weird....! roflmao

[Pil]

Here's the long-awaited next bit...yeah right! lol Oh well...here goes... :p

Voices…whispered…muffled…Someone was crying not far away. The air pressed upon me as if it were itself suspicious of me. But I had expected to enter Middle Earth with two well known elf lords at my side to explain my arrival. Glorfindel’s plan, it seemed, had somehow gone awry. For when I opened my eyes, expecting the face of my love to be above me; I was then aware that something had gone terribly wrong.

For instead of the deep blue of Legolas’ eyes, I was confronted with the glinting point of an arrow, pointed right at me. The elf holding the bow smirked as he saw me awaken. His hair was silver and grey, two plaits braided closely to each side of his head, until set free at the nape of his neck in a glittering flow down his back, to about halfway down his upper-arm. His raiment was shabby, but there were expensive cloths and exquisite embroidery to be seen, only marred by tears, rips and a general fading from constant wear. I wondered at his presence in Rivendell…though I was not sure whether I had managed to arrive in Rivendell or not. The room I was in appeared to be a bedroom, but I was not sure of anything, I could only look at my captor.

"Stand up." The elf barked…his upper lip curling into a menacing snarl. I went to stand, but remembered my injuries. The elf shifted impatiently, his eyes growing wider with fury.
"I cant…" I pleaded, but he did not heed.
"Stand!" He shouted, drawing the bow string further back…bringing his eyes in line with the point of the arrow. With tears welling in my eyes I gripped the back of the chair behind me and tried desperately to lift my self off the floor. About two inches up my back jarred and I felt pain like a blade between the shoulders. With a scream I fell again to the floor and put my arms across my face, fearful of what the elf might do to me.

As I prepared to feel the sharp point of the arrow pierce my skin, I was aware of voices, loud, panicky and angry, coming closer and closer. I could recognise them to be the cries of Legolas and Glorfindel. "Emelin!" I heard Legolas shout, before the door on the other side of the room opened, and a strangled cry came in Elvish.

I looked out from behind my arms and then lowered them, as I saw Legolas charge through the door with Glorfindel just behind. Although, whereas Legolas came running into the room, Glorfindel saw the elf above me and hung back in the shadowy doorway. Glorfindel turned away, running his hand over his brow. I sensed that he knew something of the mysterious elf. He swiftly turned away, running his hand over his brow. I sensed that he knew something of the mysterious elf.

I turned to Legolas, relieved to see his face again. He had a look of complete distraught, but it soon turned to anger. I watched his eyes move from me to the elf who still stood poised above me…only the arrow now wavered between myself and Legolas. Legolas strode towards the elf, who swiftly pointed the arrow to Legolas’ head.

"What have you done to her?!" He bellowed at the elf, but I could see that he was now wary of the threat from the weapon.
The elf maintained his confident stare, "I believe I am the one pointing the arrow." He replied smoothly, his composure obviously unnerving Legolas. "Let us say you answer me the question of ‘Who are you ?’" He demanded. It was obvious there was no choice in the matter. Legolas was happy to oblige.

"If you do not recognise me then you must not be a true inhabitant of Rivendell. You demand explanation from one of King Elessar’s closest friends. I am Legolas Greenleaf, Son of Thranduil of Greenwood, Prince of the selfsame realm. One who travelled alongside the ring-bearer and the king himself to trials and battles of a like never seen before. Do not point a bow in my direction, it will not phase me. A thousand arrows have flown over my head in times of war."

"Yet one bow handled by an elf can be more deadly than a thousand in the claws of the Orcen kind." Replied the elf, flexing his fingers as if to remind Legolas of his position in the situation, obviously dismissing Legolas tales for lies. "What allegiance to you hold to the House of Rivendell? Water carrier for the king’s steeds?" He mocked.

Legolas flushed red with fury. "Appointed Keeper of the heirs to the Throne of Gondor by Estel himself, I would warn you that if you continue to threaten them with your weapon I will be forced to take action as my duty to the King in the home of his Queen." Legolas stood tall, looking darkly into the eyes of the elf. "Make one move and I kill you and her both." The elf replied. I knew he did not jest. Legolas took one step forward and the string was pulled back to fire when a voice rang out from the doorway.

" STOP! " Glorfindel appeared in the doorway which was now lit by a ghostly light. His right hand was held out and above it levitated an orb. It glowed a piercing blue and sent forth a flash as if lightening had smote the room itself. The elf was thrown backwards, the arrow flying fast into an elaborate tapestry hung above the bed in the room; he was pinned to the wall, squirming and grimacing as an invisible force held him there. I looked at Glorfindel. His eyes flamed and sparkled red fury from his stern dark gaze.

He walked slowly towards the elf, who looked angrily but warily at the orb-holding magick wielder. "You have gone too far, Glorfindel." He spat, struggling even harder against his bonds, forever maintaining eye contact with his captor. Glorfindel’s face creased into a dark frown and without warning the orb dispersed into the air like a cloud of sapphire dust, and the elf dropped with a heavy thud to the floor. "No. It is you who have gone too far, Finuial. You take on those beyond even your mother’s reckoning." The elf, Finuial, shot an angered look at the mention of his mother and rose groaning to his feet. "Be gone!" Demanded Glorfindel. "Let the House know who has returned."

Finuial strode silently towards the open door, and spat at me as he passed. Legolas went to retort but Glorfindel put a firm hand on his arm. As Finuial closed the door he looked back with eyes of death. "You will pay for bringing a mere…mortal here." Legolas was furious and grabbed his bow. "Refrain!" Snapped Glorfindel and the air around his fingers flickered a turquoise tint. "He is worth less than the arrow you would fire."

More coming tomorrow...don't want to give it all to you now! :evil: lol

Hope you like it! :blush:

[Pil]

Ooo...Bess...you're here! Pleeeeeeeeease read it...pretty please.... notworthy...:p

[Bess the Bard]

And the call went out across the ether...Hark, I hear my Pil calling...she has posted another chapter in her wondrous tale of Emelin...:hooray:

Seriously, Pi, you have a lot to be proud of here. In this chapter, you bring us right into the action and suspense. Emelin is very realistic, who feels pain and fear in this situation just as we would. Your dialog is sufficently high-toned and elvish, but the insults deliciously venomous. "Water carrier for the King's steed..." :archer: Very good! Can't wait for more. :)

Bess.

[Magickcello]

YES!! *dances madly around the room*
YAY!!!
FINALLY!!!!
this story keeps getting better and better.....aww come now Pil, why wait till tommorow?? Today is good! our time zones are different ! I agree with you on german exchange students being...strange...I met one a couple days ago! (big afro of purple hair does NOT look good with glasses lol )
moore! *makes frodo puppy eyes*

[Tar-Ancalimë]

oh yes those exchange students :rolleyes: lol (i was one ;))

yes but back to the topic :grin: she actually DID post lol i was beginning to think she wouldnt do it :grin: awww so good keep it up!!......or else ;)

[Magickcello]

Pardon me while I stick my foot in my mouth, Tar!
*grabs foot and stuffs it into mouth*
muummhhummbbluumm emminnn mmuhhm mmuunnn munn nummm mmummm?
MUMBLE TRANSLATOR: "You don't happen to have a purple afro and horn rimmed glasses do you?"

mmddermmm ddeeduurmm eeurmmm meepuurrm muubbeee!
MUMBLE TRANSLATOR: "Pil, come on post more!"

[Gatsby]

pil it's been a while since we've heard from emelin... but i must say you don't dissapoint... just don't keep us waiting so long!
out
gatsby

[Tar-Ancalimë]

roflmao it's all right... I was not a German exchange student lol... and i most certainly did/do not!!!

yes :grin: been waaaaaay too long :p

[Magickcello]

lol lol lol
*unplugs foot from mouth*
hey maybe it's just the germans that are wierd. WAIT! I'm 3/4 German! Well that makes me supersmart! hey no purple afro? how disapointing! heheheh...j/k

[Dawnnamira Nerwen]

I hope you don't have something against Germans Magick, cause I'm part German as well. But I'm a full-blooded American Girl!

[Magickcello]

lol of course not! us germans rule!

[Pil]

I would agree with that...especially as it was your country that produced the lovely looking Thomas, the exchange of one of my mates, who is a dead ringer for justin timberlake...only cuter...*cue the drooling*...:drool:

Anyway...thanx for the positive reactions...:blush:...and here's the second half of my writing frenzie that i have just this very minute typed up...fingers hurting...lol

Finuial’s footsteps died away and Legolas shifted uneasily. He placed his bow on the elaborately carved table and bent down, gently picking me up. He went to lie me on the bed but I protested. "Please, let me look…outside…I must look upon Imladris." He smiled and began to walk towards to window. Suddenly he turned back and lay me down; then walked to the door, his hand reaching to open it. He stood for a moment with his hand upon the handle, but he restrained himself, his fingers curling back into a fist, and he banged on the door with a cry of anguish.

"Loth am I to let him be the herald of our arrival. He has shown clearly his opinion regarding Emelin. What words will he use to poison the minds by whom her approval is vital?" He raced, pacing across the floor in front of Glorfindel, who stood silently.

"Any judgements that the king has to make on her will not be swayed by the babbling of a servant, an insolent one at that. You know Aragorn, Legolas." My heart jumped with the mention of his name, as I was reminded of where I was. Glorfindel continued, "He is a man of stone, as set in his ways and mind as the deepest of the rocks in this valley upon which we stand know." He tried to reassure Legolas.
"But it might take only one pebble to cause a slide that changes the appearance of all." Legolas mused.

Glorfindel sighed wearily and walked over to the bed and picked me up. He no longer was the joking person I had known in…the old world I had known…He had grown tall, stern, an elf-lord, wielding powers I had never dreamed him to possess. He put one arm around Legolas and we moved towards the window. And so I took my first look upon the valley of Rivendell.

It was more beautiful than anyone had imagined it to be. The sides of the valley shot up on either side, their coarse appearance softened by small bushes and trees that would live upon the slopes. Pine and birch, silver in the growing light, were all around; not arranged or pruned, allowed to grow naturally in and out of that which was built around them. White and silver trellises weaved their way from one delicately constructed and decorated House to another.

Ivy and vines, blooming beautiful flowers of red, orange and white, wound their way over all I could see, and it was as if someone had sprinkled a shower of sparkling glitter over the valley, as their pools of dew caught the rays of the morning sun. Underneath the intricate tapestry of the haven of Imladris wound the river, sparkling and shimmering, rushing, skipping and tumbling its way for as far as my eyes would serve me, until it became a glint far off in the depths of the sweet smelling mist that was beginning to rise as Middle Earth awakened. I could not speak, and I felt tears on my cheeks. I looked across at Legolas and he too looked bleary eyed at the sight. He glanced down at me and blushed, smiling. "I missed this so much…" He began, before turning away to look once more upon the view that changed with every precious moment passed. I forgot all that had just happened and let myself become engrossed in the true wonder and beauty of my first sunrise in Middle Earth…my home.

Softly Glorfindel began to speak to me. "See…the river courses its regular path…its constant flow…it never ceases. Occasionally it becomes angered and gushes and sloshes its rage over the land…but it never stops…It will flow until the Valar decide to re-shape this earth and that which is old will be transformed into a purer world…and new rivers will spring. But see Emelin." He gestured to the forested parts. "See…the leaves upon the trees do not last. They wilt and droop…they are shabby and faded amongst the sky and water…for even though they are older than the trees they are youthful in their appearance."

I looked more closely at the trees…they seemed worn as the elf’s clothes had been. Brown, dry, wrinkled leaves clung to the branches, determined not to leave what they had once flourished on and loved. Glorfindel knew what I thought. "Yes, Emelin. We are as these leaves. We do not yet wish to pass from these shores to those which we are destined to rest finally upon. Yet we dwindle and slowly our numbers diminish…" A broad, orange leaf fluttered past and I knew what he meant.

"The valley almost looks as if it would be more beautiful if there were no leaves upon the trees." I added…and Glorfindel drew in a sharp breath. "That, Emelin, is how the elves are beginning to feel. We feel to heavy sigh of the earth that is no longer ours. Protection of Middle Earth has passed to the grave faces and stern hearts of the race of man. Most of our kin have departed from the Grey Havens, finding the straight road to the place wherein our ancestors abide till the end of days."

"Aman…" I whispered. Legolas looked towards me with a loving smile, hearing me speak of that place.
"Yes, Emelin. And we too will leave the shores of the earth on the last journey to the place of resting. But I do not deem that day to be any time in the near future…though for the elves…it is a time soon upon us all. Us…last of the Eldar who linger in such hallowed places as Imladris and the Golden Wood…and Greenwood."

He looked out on the view once again and I thought I saw his eyes strain to look into the place of the rising sun. To the east…to his home. Legolas spoke once more. "My heart pines for the lush foliage and sweet smells of Greenwood…where my heart truly belongs. It has been long since I have wandered amongst the great trees. Or climbed up into the topmost boughs to look out upon the sea of green life, flourishing and growing about me in every direction. I long to follow the river to Dale, where now the elves from the forest receive a welcome from the good men that live there. Then to return home to the abode of my father…"

Legolas trailed off…and his forehead creased and eyes squinted as if he were recalling some memory that he had not done so in a long time. "I know I must return home soon…for my presence at my father’s side is required. I must also occasionally remind the kingdom that I am still alive and heir to the throne…and to remind my father that it is something will eventually have to accept and yield to. However…I suspect my next meeting with my father will not be one of great joy." Legolas sneaked a glance in my direction that I suppose I was not supposed to see, and looked to the floor.

Glorfindel broke the tension. "But first there is the question of how Aragorn will deal with the news of Emelin’s arrival…it is going to be difficult for him. I wonder if he is in Imladris or Minas Tirith…I would assume Rivendell…especially if we are correct to assume what we have from the disappearing of the Evenstar…" It was Glorfindel’s turn to choke up, as he reminded us all of the other matter at hand. Indeed, I was desperate for news about Arwen.

All my immediate thoughts and concerns were brought to my attention as we saw Finuial scurry along one of the sun dappled walkways towards to the largest of the buildings…the main quarters of the Queen and Elrond as Glorfindel pointed out. His shadow was thick and deep. All that upon which it fell was blotted out as with the ink of an outraged scribe. He looked incredibly out of place as he swerved between the slowly appearing elves of Rivendell…a blackened phantom amongst the graceful, almost floating, heavenly figures of reds, oranges and browns…the elves raiment portraying their feelings and the mood of their surroundings. I wondered if they felt the same as Glorfindel and Legolas were feeling.

But of Finuial I had no answers…and apparently, neither did Legolas. Though Glorfindel seemed to know something of him…his name he knew for sure. As the darkened form of the elf turned out of sight Legolas looked at Glorfindel who had also been tracking his movements. "Finuial…" He asked. "Who is he?" Glorfindel’s face dropped but he maintained his gaze upon the view. "He is my son." He replied.

:elfeek: :o :elfeek:

lol

Hope you like! :thumbs: :read: :thumbs: :p

[Tar-Ancalimë]

ofc we like!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

im soo glad you typed that up :grin:...just for us! ;)

awww poor Glorfindel .....poor guy what must he feel about that...

[Dawnnamira Nerwen]

Oh, this is good. Really good. I like the way you protrayed Rivendell, like the Elves.

[Gatsby]

ah!! what a marvelous twist pil!! i love the way your mind works :) the metephors are really neat and how you compare things... really nice
out
gatsby

[Pil]

Thanx guys! :) Here's the next bit...

My heart skipped a beat and I heard Legolas gasp from beside me. I squirmed in Glorfindel’s arms, attempting to get a better look at his face to see if he was truly serious. Glorfindel looked down and passed me over to Legolas, who stood rigidly and accepted me in his grip with no other reaction. His gaze was fixed on Glorfindel, who’s eyes now stared at the floor, his lips pursed and his ears slightly flushed.

I didn’t know what to say. Glorfindel had never mentioned a son…but ‘why should he?’ I asked myself…it didn’t really matter…though Finuial seemed to have strong opinions about mortals…and he and Glorfindel didn’t seem to be the perfect example of ‘father and son’. Not to have mentioned this to Legolas, however, was something I did not understand. Apparently neither did Legolas.

"You have a son…he’s your son…Finuial…a son?" He babbled…his voice becoming louder and louder. "That elf…you are his father?" Legolas looked less than impressed and I became very anxious as he set me down once more on the bed. It was unclear how the two would react to this.
"Yes, Legolas. Finuial, is my son. Don’t ask me why I have never told you because I do not know myself…He didn’t even know…Not many in Imladris do…Elrond…those elves who remain from days forgotten by most…and of course the mother…" Glorfindel looked back up at Legolas, and he had a look of true apology and sorrow. I could see that this was a topic that was painful for him to speak of.

Legolas seemed to calm down again. "And who is that Glorfindel? Who is the mother? Have I met her?"
Glorfindel’s eyes began to glisten and he looked almost blankly in front of him. "I am sure that you have not met. She was a hidden beauty of Middle Earth, one never spoke of in songs or tales. Yet I found her and loved her. Her name is Mellos…for she came out of the north from the lands of ice and of snow. Why she left where she did live and where that was I do not know. I found her walking towards the south whispering icy words. Her breath was cruel and cold. She wore a robe of woven icicles and thick white fur lined the collar. Her skin was pale as the crest of a wave…her hair was the silver of starlight and her eyes as blue as the dawn sky.

"I thought her to be a spirit of the sky or sea and from her I fled. But she was soon wearied by the heat of this southern region compared to her own, and stopped to rest by a tiny stream that had not long ago begun its journey to the great sea. It trickled with a soft chiming past her. She sat down by its uneven flow and slowly dipped her hand in. She laughed and smiled at this moving form of the stern ice she had only seen. I knew her to mean no harm, for she had the laugh of an honest heart and the eyes of a soul of purity. I talked to her and found that she fled to the Valley of Rivendell of which she had heard and from what she did flee she would not say. I also discovered, that she was of the elven kind.

"Offering her a seat with me upon my steed, I brought her to Rivendell and to Elrond, who was in council with her for a good many days. When I had begun to fear her to have been sent away or worse, a banquet was called and she was presented to us as Lady Mellos of the Northern Lands. I was appointed her guide and mentor by Elrond and I was to spend time showing her the ways of the elves of the more southern settlements. She took joy in every thing, a blooming flower, a tree thick with leaves…but always the sound of running water delighted her most.

"And what else can I add? As each day passed I grew increasingly fond of her until, in the light of the rising sun, I asked her to be my wife. We lived a happy life, often on travels for months, for we both loved to discover that which we had not seen before and take joy in all that we already knew. Our relationship thrived on our freedom and she was preserved as pure and unspoiled as the day we met . It was when she fell pregnant, with Finuial, that we were forced to return to Imladris.

"Here she began to listen to councils spoken by those with a cynical outlook on the current situations with Sauron…those who claimed the time of the destruction of the free people’s of Middle Earth was nigh. She blamed me for her pregnancy, claiming I should guilty, bringing a child into a world that would soon end. When Finuial was born she kept him away from me and lived among the widows of those elves who had been killed by the dark armies. She became withered and drawn…no longer the vision of purity…more one blackened by lies and sorrows that she should not have been exposed to. For it takes one black spot on snow to shatter its canvas…and Mellos’ soul was one marred forever.

"Finuial was brought up in such company that had destroyed all that I had loved about his mother…and that is what shaped him into the shadowed, resentful being he is today, forever instructed by his mother to fight for himself and he lived a mostly independent existence. His mother did not want him knowing I was his father and it was agreed that he was never to find out. But unexpectedly my once beloved Mellos developed a terrible fever and died in the dark of night holding his hand. Soon afterwards I told him of our relation and we have been at a bitter war since. He did not believe that Mellos would try to keep me away, accusing me of abandoning him and blaming me for his mother’s death."

Legolas leaned up against the bedpost with his head tilted back, taking all this hidden information in. I simply listened to the tale…it was sad and beautiful…Glorfindel was becoming ever more a mystery to me. Eventually Legolas spoke. "Why have I never met him…have our paths never crossed?"
"He left Rivendell almost eighty years ago and we heard nothing of him for a long while." Replied Glorfindel. "Then there was word of a silver haired elf who wandered the north on the borders of the lands of ice. Soon after your disappearance all elves of Imladris and Greenwood were sent for to help in the search. I found him wandering as his mother had been. He became a mere servant of Elrond in the main House, for he is not well liked…I admit that I do not find him easy to be around…you can probably tell that already." He sighed. "Now we have returned the search is over…and we must await our welcome." As if on cue, there came a knock on the thick wooden door. With an excited squeak I pulled myself higher onto the pillows as Glorfindel went to open it, and I saw for the first time my ancestor of old.

:read: :p :)

Now comes the real trial for Emelin... :elfqueen:

[Pil]

I know i'm really sad...lol...but...READ ME....READ ME....read me....read me....etc.....notworthy....:)

[Bess the Bard]

Pil, what a tragic story for Glorfindel! He's one of my favorite characters...sad his romance went so bad. Is there hope for his relationship with his son? Or will Finuial turn out to be the bad guy? I know, I know I just have to wait and see. Don't keep me in suspense too long. :)

Bess

[Dawnnamira Nerwen]

We're reading, we're reading!

Goodness, what a past Finuail has. Sounds kind of like Dawn. ;)

[Gatsby]

pil!! who is at the door? aragorn? arwen? who!! p.s well developed history of Mellos and Glorfindel
out
gatsby

[Lady Melody]

I really do feel sorry for Glorfindel, a pity his own son went that way...

[Tar-Ancalimë]

im reading pil... you dont think we were bugging you so badly just to not read it... no way ;)

need i say that i like it? or does that go without saying?

[Pil]

lol Thanx guys! Bess...ooo...glorfindel's relationship with his son is definitely gonna have some highs and lows...it's not gonna be pretty! :o :p

[Lady Melody]

So when's the next installment's coming?

[Dawnnamira Nerwen]

That's a good question Chibi.

So, what's the answer Pil?

[Pil]

.......*pil looks pitifully at pile of coursework...slaps herself over the wrist for being on the net....and can't even bear to look at her notebook...* :(

Judging by my present situation concerning G.C.S.E. Coursework installments...i would give it a while...I was going through a dry patch when i managed to write the previous installments...at the mo i have a lot in...teachers are desperate to take in drafts so that we can then amend them before the final date sometime in december....*sigh*.....

Sorry guys! :elf:

[Lady Melody]

*looks at her pile of Chemistry and Physics homework with remorse* I know what you mean... *sighs*

[Pil]

I hate having to spend all my free time working...! verymad

I spent the whole weekend writing an english essay, biology investigation write up and attempting to complete at least some of my art project.....tis not good! mecry

[Bess the Bard]

Take heart. When you finish your projects, you will feel freer to write, and we will still be here anxiously waiting. :)

[Gatsby]

i know... i give them 7 hours of my life every day and they still want more!
out
gatsby

[Pil]

Originally posted by Bess the Bard
Take heart. When you finish your projects, you will feel freer to write, and we will still be here anxiously waiting. :)

Very true. :p

I handed in maths, chemistry, geography, biology and english homework today...and i have none in for tomorrow....I do believe i will write up some of this tonight....hmm...but i must practise my cclarinet first! :o I really don't play it enough... :nono:

[Lady Melody]

You're a clarinetist?! Wow, glad to see a fellow musician around!! lol lol Well, actually I'm a flautist! I have it on my dresing table in its case, practically begging me to play it... *sighs* But I have my neighbours to consider... must...not...play...it...at...1 am.... at...night....

Well, this is out of topic, ain't it? *grins*

[Tar-Ancalimë]

dude i play the clarinet too! :thumbs:

..so does Beleglotiel, i believe ;) we clarinetists rock, eh? lol

LOL pil, if you want it on topic, post more story!!!!!

[Magickcello]

lol
you're apparently forgetting celloists!how could you????????? *collective gasp*
I like to go outside when the sun rises and play.
lets just say the neighbors aren't exactly my #1 fans!

Come on, Pil!!! more!!!

[Bess the Bard]

Pil you have to write soon or this thread may never get back on topic! :)

As for me, I am a back-sliding player of the viola. Must practice again soon, or the neighbors will think that the cat is really dead.

[Dawnnamira Nerwen]

Must practice again soon, or the neighbors will think that the cat is really dead.

What? :huh:

Pil, please continue soon! I'm going to die without more story!

[Pil]

I think she's implying that her cello playing sounds like a cat...but i'm sure it doesn't! :nono:

Tar! :cuddles: Clarinet players unite! :hooray:

It doesn't really bother me all that much if we talk about other things in between installments...i'll put up the next one on the weekend ok? :)

[Dawnnamira Nerwen]

ON THE WEEKEND??? How are we supposed to last that long!?!?

I play the piano, and I'm trying to convince my mom to let my start violin lessons (after I get a violin, ofc), but I don't think she's going to let me. :( mecry

[Tar-Ancalimë]

dude i give violen lessons! only to beginners tho ... but sounds like you would be a beginner ;)

... hmmm eastern KY?? not tooo far away from... central NM.... lol!

[Lady Melody]

Actually, I'm just a normal kid in the school ochestra, or marching band... (The teachers never stayed long enough to make us concentrate on either the marching or our music, they somehow couldn't stand us music-crazy kids) playing the flute for the kick out of it... despite the living hell I went through during my years as a junior...(means the lower form kids) Well... so... who's gonna start a thread about it? We're crowding Emelin's thread already!!! lol lol lol lol lol

[Dawnnamira Nerwen]

lol Tar. We could meet in St. Louis for lessons!lol

[Pil]

I could take violin lessons from you Tar! Only...i'd have to fly out every time....ah well...neva mind eh? ;)

[Pil]

OH MY! *pil tpyes up story franticly*

make that sunday people! lol

[Lady Melody]

*sighs*
Too far for me to go, shucks...

[Magickcello]

hey! I live in St.Louis! lol
Pil, type faster!

[Pil]

*smoke rises from the.......keyboard...* lol

[Bess the Bard]

We're anxiously waiting, Pil, but we will survive. We wait a year between LOTR movies and stay (mostly) sane, right? That's not to say I will permit you to go that long without posting something. In that case I'd just have to come over to England and hunt you down....Pretty please, let me come?? :grin:

signed--weak with anticipation in Kansas City

[Magickcello]

*grabs fire-extinguiser and hands to Pil* here! just in case your computer catches on fire! MUST HAVE MORE.....
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOW!!!

[Lady Melody]

*poured tea on the keyboard*
Ops... *grins*

[Pil]

maybe not the best of ideas... lol

but i might be needing a few more blasts from the fire extinguisher...for me that is....i am SOOOOO ANGRY! verymad

my computer had to be taken apart because.....well...like i know...but something went wrong...but i means that i have to go on the net with my mam's laptop and *pil squints* the screen is fuzzy...

but...what's making me verymad is that the next installment of emelin is saved on the hard drive of the old computer. so not only can i not put it up today...but i bet it'll be on there for at least two or three days...but what if the computer gets wiped?! :o

mecry

i'm so sorry people....believe me...the computer got a LOT of abuse from me when it had to leave to be mended...it didn't get away with it completely! :angry:

[Lady Melody]

Well, I abused my computer a lot of times too.. (Although god knows how much I love them)... and I even had to get them replaced with an entirely new computer... *sighs*

[Dawnnamira Nerwen]

Poor Pil's computer!

Poor us, we have to wait longer! AAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!!!!!

[Magickcello]

I know! This must be a disease..... *turns blue* lack of.....Em...e......lin
.....
*passes out*

[Pil]

*pil tries desperately to revive magickcello whilst apoligising endlessly to everyone* :(

Apparently it will be three - five days before i can get the old hard-drive back, and apparently i will still have everything *pil feels suspicious* that's what they say anyway...hmm... :angry:

Soz again! :huh:

[Lady Melody]

It's too long a wait, why can you just write something else down?!!!

[Magickcello]

*pouts* do we haaaave to???? ack!! *tries to detach puppy from leg*

[Tar-Ancalimë]

lol guys, pil knows we love her story.... lets back off and give the girl some air, ok? :grin:

[Pil]

*pil can breathe again*

Thanx guys! (:cuddles: Tar)

Well...thanks to me giving the guy at the computer-mending-shop...well...lets just say....a bit of helpful motivation...:evil: lol...i managed to get my computer back this afternoon and guess what...that hard-drive is still intact! :hooray:

So...here's the next bit! :)

The door swung back on silent hinges and a piercing radiance illuminated the room. Two she-elves entered with a delicate, lingering curtsey, their silver garments swamping below their slender frames like a pool of light, locks of jet black hair casting silky shadows across their chest. Once their faces were almost to the floor, a majestic form stepped forward between them. I knew it to be Aragorn.

He was tall and strong, possessing a power partially hidden, almost as in elves. He wore a tunic of true blue, fastened at the waist with a girt of gold. At his side hung the mighty Anduril in its sheath. On his chest he bore the Stars and Tree of Gondor…embroidered lovingly with intertwining metallic threads. On his brow was laid a twisting circlet of gold, set in the centre with a green stone which smouldered as a flame recently snuffed of life. I looked into the eyes of the man as his gaze reached mine and I saw confusion in the grey mists…and pain. His face was expressionless and the air was uneasy about him.

He looked towards Glorfindel and Legolas, taking three long strides to reach them, before locking each in a heartfelt embrace. He placed his hands on their shoulders, one on each and looked deep into their eyes, before he seemed to let out a sigh and smiled almost sadly. Turning back to the now large group of elves that had entered behind him, he spoke in a clear voice that made my heart soar.

"Let the Lord Elrond and the realm be told…Lord Glorfindel of Rivendell and Keeper, Legolas Greenleaf of Greenwood have returned to this Earth." Two young looking elf-maidens flew into the corridor beyond the door to deliver the word, but they almost ran into a dark form which slunk in after their leaving. Finuial strode a short way into the room and spoke in a voice that cut harshly through the amicable silence.

"Did I not tell you, Elessar? Will you believe me now? For they arrived in Rivendell by some magick unknown to all, for surely they did not find a way to pass our vigilant guards." He turned to me, his face twisted with hatred, "This, indeed, did appear before me with no reason or warning in this very roo