A Tale of Mirkwood

[Goldilocks]

Okay, I've hemmed and I've hawed, and I've finally decided to post this. I shall be completely honest, I am a little nervous on posting it on here. But, I digress, here it is. This is an ongoing piece so I'd love your comments or suggestions.

[Goldilocks]

CHAPTER I - THE ORC CAMP

The forest of Mirkwood was dark and evil in those wrenched times. Sauron's forces consumed it, and aspired with all their hatred might to quench the good that still walked beneath its mighty trees. Yet the forest was vast, and not all good is easily defeated.

Far into the north, past the Mirkwood Mountains, lived the Wood-elves. Noble and graceful; mighty and elegant; wise and ancient they were. Ruled by their Elven King Thranduil, he had four sons, all blissfully fair with golden hair and eyes of blue. The Elven prince's names were Haldof, Tarnil, Galamed, and Legolas. Long had the elves lived in peace and prosperity in the wood, but the Dark Lord had his own design of the fate of all who challenged his will.

Forces were growing in his darkened realm in the south, raiding only to scourge and retreat. Thranduil, stern and absolute, knew that their present course could not continue. Scouts reported a camp of goblins lay southeast past the mountains. Three attacks had these Orcs made in a fortnight, and Thranduil's pensiveness was spent. Fifty Elven warriors were chosen to lead the assault on the camp. Thranduil's four sons were amongst them.

Haldof, though born a year after Legolas, eldest of all brothers, was always one to assume command. Legolas never felt affronted, but regarded some of Haldof's decisions as rather impetuous. This attack required great planning and care. Thranduil relinquished it to his sons' control.

Elves assembled to see their noble kinsmen off. Thranduil stood amidst the clearing, stars glistening overhead. "For now part we must, yet shall meet again. May you be swift and sure in battle, and return once more." The company bowed low to their great king and moved to depart. Soft elven voices rose high into the night sky.

"Legolas, my son," Thranduil called out. Legolas turned and strode back to his father. "You will oversee all, I hope. You are my eldest son, and therefore in command."

"Yes father," Legolas said.

"Haldof I know, craves leadership, and is apt at stirring our hearts. But more so than him, you have an acute mind. Your knowledge of battle is great, and you are swift to think. He may need your guidance, but be reluctant to solicit it."

"I understand, father."

"Good," Thranduil said. His mind was put to ease. He placed a loving hand on his son's shoulder. "Be swift to return." Legolas nodded and sprung onward with the Elves heading for battle.

The band traveled throughout the night with much haste and swiftly came to the looming mountains the following nightfall. Clouds blew in from the north and laid rest over the summits. No moon could be seen through the thick haze. Nonetheless, they went onwards, resting little.

They halted briefly at the foot of the mountains to sup on the lembas they carried with them. Haldof approached his brothers and requested to have a private meeting with them.

"I think we should take the pass by Crassus. That route is by far faster, and their camp is near the exit of the trail, so says Nathuil," Haldof said, certainty in his voice.

Legolas sighed; it was as he feared. "Nay, brother," he said gently. "We ought not attempt that trail. It is known to our enemies and will be watched. The Veridis path is known only to us. It will ensure the element of surprise. They must not suspect our attack."

"You do not know it is watched. Moreover, we could handle an attack, if there was one, which I doubt." Haldof grew hot. He did not like being second judged.

"It is a risk not worth taking. If our coming were discovered, we would be trapped. Nay, it is wiser to take the Veridis path and ensnare them from behind." Legolas grew wary of this heated debate and longed for it to cease. Haldof merely nodded, but did not appear to agree.

"What say you?" he said to Tarnil and Galamed. "What is your opinion on this subject?"

Tarnil and Galamed eyed each other with silent conversation. They were the youngest of the brothers and born more than a century after Haldof and Legolas. By nature they were each tame except during the heat of battle. Neither Tarnil nor Galamed wished to join this feud, but at last, Tarnil spoke. "I think we should take the Veridis path."

Haldof nodded and turned then to Galamed. "And you?"

"I agree," Galamed answered. Haldof nodded. "As you wish, brothers," was his only reply before marching away.

[Goldilocks]

With the path now chosen, they set out on it. It was a difficult ramble, which led to great distances out of their way. Haldof repeatedly gave his brothers displeased glances, but said nothing. As they rose ever higher with the mountain, a colder wind swept through.

Upon their descent, they stopped for a few hours rest and fare against the battered rock. Trees grew sparsely on the crumbling stone. The bottom of Veridis had to be met ere the sunrise or they would be exposed to their doom. At length, Galamed approached Legolas.

"I am concerned for Haldof. He has spoken to none for two days. Perhaps we should have taken the other path."

Legolas gazed deeply into his brother's eyes. They resembled his own. "The risk was too great. Do you now disagree?"

"No," said Galamed with resolution. "It simply pains me to see him thus. He envies you, you know." Legolas' eyes shone bright. "Well, naught to be done now," Galamed continued. "Shall I prepare everyone?" Legolas nodded and Galamed strode off in duty.

All were again assembled and set forth down the mountain. The bottom was reached prior to dawn and they shielded themselves with the cover of woodland. Many miles were yet between them and the Orc camp. They stopped reluctantly once during the day, and then pressed on.

The sun was waning. The air fell densely on the southern side of the mountains, and each Elf felt it. It was Legolas who finally ceased their movements.

"We are but three miles to the pass of Crassus. We shall take refuge here for the night."

They set up camp, but lit no fires. A great watch was positioned. Legolas gazed at the stars, which were peeping through the ceiling of the forest. Haldof approached and stood at his side.

"The air is foul here," Haldof said at length. He sighed and grew sad. "When I think of what was . . . " There was no need to continue. Legolas remembered all too well himself how glorious Greenwood was until the Shadow came. Then all fell dark, and evil grew. All was still dark.

"You were probably correct concerning the pass of Crassus," said Haldof, humbly. "It would have been foolish." Legolas gazed at his brother and smiled. He held out his arm, and Haldof, seeing it, grasped his forearm. They stood there momentarily, contented brothers, before joining the others.

All agreed the attack must come during daylight, as orcs by nature detest the sun and crave gloom and shadow. Legolas sent two scouts on ahead and at dawn, they returned.

"They have been dwelling in holes at the foot of the Crassus path," said Nathuil, one of the spying pair. Upon hearing this, Legolas and Haldof exchanged glances. Haldof grew abashed.

Nathuil continued. "There are many. Of those that we have slain in the fortnight past, more have arrived and in greater numbers."

"How many?" asked Legolas.

"Two hundred, perhaps more," replied Nathuil. A silence hung in the air. They were heavily outnumbered. Legolas sighed. He did not like it at all. Haldof broke the silence.

"We should attack now, and charge at them with full force."

Legolas reluctantly spoke. "Nay, that would be leaving our backs to the enemy. They could flank us."

The fires in Haldof's eyes were relit. "They will be unprepared for a fight today. As you have said, we shall have the element of surprise to aid us." He held out his arm to Legolas. "Trust me, brother." Legolas grasped Haldof's forearm and nodded in agreement. The meeting departed and Legolas sat alone. He thought of his father. "There is naught I can do," he thought to himself.

The Elves departed within minutes and approached the Orc camp with great speed. All was still and quiet in the forest, and none could hear the soft footfalls of elven feet. They approached the camp cautiously, bow raised, poised to shoot.

Suddenly, a loud clang rang out. A foul voice blared out: "Elves! We're under attack!" Orcs sprung out their holes hastily clad in black mail. Elven bows sang and many orcs were slaughtered until they came too close to shoot. Legolas pulled out his long, white blade and made full attack with the others. Goblins were falling; the battle was being won!

Suddenly, from what seemed all around them, rose a deep, bellowing noise. Boom, doom, boom, the drum rung and orcs appeared. Boom, doom! More than eighty orcs charged from behind, flanking them. The fighting momentarily ceased as Elves and Orcs stood ready. Crude laughter erupted from the Orcs, but the Elves eyed eachother confidently. Orcs attacked and arrows and blades flew. They were many and swarmed loned elves in packs of five or six. Legolas was a target. He was fighting a good fight, but his assailers were slowly driving him away from his kinsmen.

Haldof could see him being separated. "Legolas!" he cried out in desperation. He moved to go to his brother's aid when the drums sounded again, and another wave attacked. Fighting was fierce and bloody. When the clash waned, Haldof sounded for retreat. Three Elves had been slain during the battle and they were nobly carried off. They took rest a mile east of the camp. There was no sign of Legolas.

"Perhaps he's been taken," Tarnil said, worried.

Haldof thought hard, heart racing. " I saw him being dislocated from the battle. They were pushing him south."

"Surely we must search for him," Galamed said, looking forlorn.

Haldof's thoughts were clouded for a moment, in despair. "Nay," he said at last. "You must relate all to our father. Our fallen must be returned to our kinsfolk."

Tarnil was quick to rebuke. "But we cannot abandon our brother!"

"Nay, I said not so. I will go in search of Legolas. I place you both in command. You must tell our father the events of this day."

Tarnil and Galamed looked at each other with distressed brows, and relented. They were to lead the warriors over the Veridis path homeward, and Haldof went alone into the wild in search of his brother.


End of Chapter One

[Gatsby]

neat story, i'll b interested to see where it goes.
out
gatsby

[Gowpon]

Bravo!!!
Goldi you are a much better writer than me!! lol

[Nessa]

Very impressed, Goldi. :thumbs: I may just have to update that title of yours. ;)

But in all seriousness I very much enjoyed your story and am looking forward to the next chapter.

I especially like this bit:

Originally posted by Goldilocks
"The air is foul here," Haldof said at length. He sighed and grew sad. "When I think of what was . . . " There was no need to continue. Legolas remembered all too well himself how glorious Greenwood was until the Shadow came. Then all fell dark, and evil grew. All was still dark.

Inspired.

[Goldilocks]

Gatsby, thanks!

Gowpon, aw!:blush: Nonsense girl! you're a great writer!

Nessa, I like that part too. I'll post more tomorrow.:grin:

[Goldilocks]

CHAPTER II - THE ROAD EAST


The Orcs battled Legolas fiercely. He had escaped their grasp unharmed, but was separated from his company. Stranded and alone, Legolas now had only what he carried on his person: his clothing of green and brown, his longbow, a quill of arrows, and a long, white elven knife.

The attack and pursuit had driven him far south of the mountains, deep into the perilous domain of the spiders. He knew well of the villainous spiders, who were eager to drink the blood of any man, elf, or orc who had the misfortune to become tangled in its web. A lone Elf wandering in a land such as that, even in daylight, was hazardous indeed. He stood within a clearing and puzzled as to his next move. "Returning the way I came would be folly. The enemy is bound to search that way." Legolas knelt to the earth. Fresh tracks could clearly be seen in the disturbed soil. "Orcs, and many." He stood and extracted his longbow; he would keep it in hand. "Southeast is the wisest direction to take," he thought, and strode off again for the Veridis path.

Hours passed, and evening sky loomed overhead. Legolas abruptly stumbled upon something he did not intend, and would rather have avoided. In front of him stood saddened trees snared with mammoth webs. The silky ropes hung like walls of a great labyrinth. He could go no further.

His sharp Elven ears heard a clicking noise and within a flash, Legolas' bow was armed. His eyes rose, and high in the gnarled, twisted trees sat an inky spider. He could see its many eyes staring at him. It was not as large as some he had slain throughout his long lifetime, but even the smallest in Mirkwood was deadly.

It sat, poised, clicking delightedly to itself. What a treat! A nice, juicy elf, all alone. "You fearful of little me? I cannot harm a great Elf like you," it said in a rasping, hissing voice.

Legolas said nothing but stepped cautiously back.

"Where are you going?" the spider asked. It made no movement to overtake him; it simply sat in the tree, waiting. Legolas stepped further backward. His sense of dread was increasing every moment.

"Now Siiliis! Catch him!" Legolas whirled his head up and saw a massive spider sinking down on him. He bolted out of the way and loosed his bow once more. The giant spider screeched and green, slimy ooze flowed from the wound. It made a horrible hissing cry and then lunged for him. He cast down his bow and drew his knife, slicing three legs from the enormous beast before stabbing it fatally in its belly. He stepped back and wiped the filth off his sword with the spider's wooly coat. He picked up his bow and glanced back to the small spider; it was still sitting in the tree, now trembling. Legolas put away his knife, and resumed his journey.

[Nessa]

You don't dissapoint, Goldilocks. :)

Eagerly awaiting chapter three..... odd... I don't even like Legolas all that much.

[Goldilocks]

The sun began to diminish. He reached the Old Forest Road, but that did not comfort him. He feared it would be watched. Not an hour passed before all was dark. He stopped still on the dark road and grasped his bow. His keen elven ears had not failed him. Voices ahead on the path! Legolas could hear their loud cursing approaching fast. Still even more voices made Legolas turn his head toward the north.

"Gâshk, you're a simple-minded fool!" the voice said in the Common Speech. "That elf's here, I tell you!"

Legolas quickly reacted to his predicament and lightly jumped off the path and into the underbrush by an immense beech. He pulled out his long blade, rested it behind him and sat perfectly still. Foul voices approached on the path. Three orcs were seen, filth ridden and sinister. Their evil eyes scanned about them. One had only eight fingers on his left, blackened hand. "I know I heard something," it said.

"You always think you've heard something," said another. The wind rustled some leaves.

"Quiet!" The eight fingered one whispered odiously. They all stood still and listened attentively. An Orc slowly approached Legolas' hiding place; it leaned toward the brush, peering in. Legolas sat perfectly still; the hilt of his blade gripped tightly in his right hand. The Orc, desperate to see inside the brush leaned forward still, until suddenly, a loud howl was heard as six Orcs pounced onto the road. All blades were instantly drawn and then let fall at their sides. A massive Orc stepped forth. Legolas immediately recognized him as being among the same Orcs that attacked him earlier.

"You scraping dogs!" it spoke. The three from the east merely stood, unamused. "You missed a hard battle, but now you hunt with us."

"We have our orders, Ugnúl," said the eight fingered one. "Khásh's orders were to patrol the road."

"Oh, haven't you heard?" Ugnúl let out a vindictive laugh. "He's not heard." The gang around Ugnúl also laughed wickedly. "Khásh is dead. I'm in command now. Got that Lâsh?" he said, pointing to the eight-fingered one. "There's a nasty little elf out there that I mean to catch."

"And what makes you think he's been this way?" Lâsh replied.

"We passed his handiwork," said one of Ugnúl's cronies. "Wretched spiders! Nearly spoilt our sport!"

"But he won't get very far," Ugnúl assured the gang. "He'll be heading north. I'll lay wagers he's been along this road."

"No elf has passed our watch, I can vouch for that," Lâsh snarled.

"Vouch? Ha!" Ugnúl smirked. "You idiots wouldn't notice if a troll passed you! We take the road. We'll catch him."

"He's not gone past I tell you!"

"Caught you napping, did he? Well, I'd like to see him get by me! Let's go!" The gang of Orcs moved resolutely eastward, and again all fell quiet in the forest. Legolas sat still for a while, pondering his next move. He shook his head, not liking the choices laid out for him. The safest route, he believed, now lay ahead, not behind. Farther south he must travel, then turn east until reaching the Celduin River. From there, home was but a short distance, and a familiar one.

He rose, and once again set out into the cursed darkness. He had much fear of what lay hidden in the south. Orcs frequently had legions moving to Dol Guldur which still festered with evil. Wolves allegiant to Sauron, roamed in packs, ready to sniff out any intruder in their territory.

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Night slowly passed, and a subdued daylight broke in. He was fatigued; the past day's trials had been great, but he passed no place suitable or safe enough for rest. A slight wind brushed Legolas' face, but the air was heavy and hot.

He journeyed on throughout the day, his heart growing discouraged. The dank air plagued him greatly. He crossed paths with no one and was acutely aware of every noise the wood made. It was dark under the tall boughs of the massive trees, and yet he knew that the sun was high in the sky. He passed neither stream nor pond, and his thirst was growing. The trees encircled him like giant, brown walls, stretched out as far as his elven eyes could see.

The sun began to sink in the west, but he could not see the dying orb. As darkness grew, the air fell even heavier. Orcs would come out of their foul holes soon, and be hot after his trail. He knew they would have realized their error by now, and altered their route. Of course, an elf leaves no trail. No marks on the earth, at least. Loathsome wolves, however, were fierce stalkers. Not even an elf can escape what a wolf can smell. And where the wolf howls, an Orc is surely near.

Fortunately, one of the places a Wood-elf is most at home is in a tree. He stood at the trunk of a beech and let his soft hand rest upon its rough bark. He could feel the life under his palm, circulating and emitting a strong essence. Legolas jumped up, caught the bough, and pulled himself up. He climbed nimbly the sturdy branches, up and up. He was now near a hundred feet from the ground when at last his head protruded from the roof of the forest. The sky was a radiant golden orange, and nearest to the earth, a dusky purple. Up on the tips of the treetops, Legolas closed his eyes as he felt the sweet, cool air sweep through his long, flaxen hair. The air was fresh, not weighty as in the bowels of the forest.

[TheRingBearer]

Wow cool :thumbs:

[Gatsby]

i'm liking this story more and more, can't wait to see what happens next to our foxy elven friend

[Tar-Ancalimë]

You're a wonderful writer--keep at it!

No, seriously.



(ah... I can just see Orli climbing the tree... delicious.)

[Pil]

V. good! Love it! veryhappy

[Goldilocks]

Okay, sorry this is so long! Just turned out that way. What can I say? I guess I'm just long-winded!lol

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The sun set, and night crept in. Evil would soon be underfoot. Gazing up into the sky, Legolas could see the glorious twinkling of Eärendil, the Elves most beloved star. More stars peeked out, and Legolas' spirits were lifted. Yet under their soft, watchful gaze, he knew he could not remain. He must be on the move, ere the gruesome creatures caught whiff of him.

With deep regret, he lowered himself neath the forest roof and all was dark. Again the heavy air strangled his throat, but linger, he could not.

He climbed down ten feet and began to make his trek to the next tree. Up so high in the trees, no wolf's nose could go. He lightly leaped from branch to branch, ever careful not to slip. It was slow moving in the gloom, but after he had passed three miles in the trees, rest was desperately needed, and well deserved. He found a mighty bough and lay atop it. His eyes remained open all night, while his head filled with dreams.

Far off, now and then throughout the night, the sullen howl of wolves could be heard. Not close enough to alarm him, but he knew he was being hunted. He could feel the disturbing threat of evil steadily grow closer, and yet remain at a distance. For now, nonetheless, he would be safe.

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The darkness slowly rose from the thick of the woods, as daylight began to stream in. It would be safe now to move to the forest floor. He climbed down the tree, jumped the last fifteen feet, and landed by a dark stream. Indeed, he was thirsty; his mouth was exceedingly parched. He gazed into the pool, suspiciously. A white foam churned on the top, and a fetid vapor arose from its slimy rocks. It was not fit to drink. He would simply have to wait.

There was no path for him to follow, and even if there had been, he would not set foot on it. Evil has eyes in all places. And undoubtedly, all roads would be watched.

The woodland seemed eerily calm as he walked along that morning. No birds sang out. No wind blew. No leaves rustled. The air remained just as heavy as the day before. Evil was near, even though the sun shone. All was quiet and still.

Legolas pushed on quickly through the day, running like a deer from a hunter. Even though he had now traveled more than twenty leagues south, the peril in his mind did not diminish. It lingered with him throughout his journey, and each time he paused for rest, it seemed to rise again. He knew wrath was coming for him.

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Night was already beginning to fall. Too soon. He had not traveled far enough to his liking. Orcs can be fearless hunters and move with swift speed when they have the notion. It would not take them long to discover his route. He resolved to run on until dusk and then make his home in the trees as he had done the night before.

He wished to be on the easternmost edge of Mirkwood in two days at the most. He only hoped that he could remain elusive until then. He could handsomely slay a large group of Orcs by himself alone. Orcs, however, are renowned for moving in hordes, ready to stamp out and slaughter any poor tree, beast, or creature they meet. Legolas knew he could not defend himself against a strengthened squadron; fatigued as he was. The lack of water, food, and sleep was beginning to affect him. He simply must make it to the rim. Once there, moving would be made much easier. The dense air, made running arduous. Legolas' lungs ached.

It was not long before it was too dark and dangerous to run any further. Legolas discovered an ancient oak with a massive trunk, and long, gnarled branches. Climbing the great tree proved difficult for his enervated body, but once high above the earth, he again moved with ease as he began his nightly expedition from tree to tree.

The menace that continued to haunt his senses had not waned with the setting of the sun. Rather, it intensified. Legolas' bright elven eyes flared in the dark of the wood, searching for any sign of danger. Little light, however, allowed them to see very little.

Goblins! Legolas could feel them approach from afar. They felt distant, but moving swiftly, and coming closer. "No rest again tonight, and I am already weary. If they are on the move, so must I be. I cannot linger and wait for their impending visit."

Lightly he stepped from branch to branch, crawling through walls of thick foliage. The forest grew denser. Immense vines choked his path until there was no way to go but back or down. The thorns which grew on the vines were small, but sharp as a dragon's claw. "Dragon's Snare." The slightest touch would tear the flesh. They scratched at his hands and pulled at his clothes.

Legolas drew out his long, pearly, white knife and struck mightily at the cords. They were sliced, and broke away slightly. He slashed his blade repeatedly against the hardy ropes, but in the end, to no avail. Crumbling vines broke loose only to reveal more vines adorned with thorny hooks. Advancing proved impossible; he could move forward in the trees no longer. Thus, he was now faced with a daunting dilemma: to remain there for the night, or return to the earth and make his way on foot. Neither choice was free of risk. To remain in the trees, seemed unwise. Orcs were moving in at that very moment. His other choice, however, was equally unappealing. Wolves would surly pick up his scent. He could not mask his trail.

[Goldilocks]

Legolas decided his best chances stood below the trees, rather than in them tonight. If he remained and was discovered, he would be trapped and have no means of escape. On the ground, he had a much better chance of defending himself.

He leapt out of the tree and stood very still in the dark. He closed his eyes, and listened to the whispers of the forest. The Orcs had moved closer. Yes, that was certain.

A wolf's shrill howl rang out. Legolas' eyes flashed open. The warg was close, and off to the south. There was no time to waste.

He ran into the pitch with no stars or moon to guide him. Onward and eastward he went, and more roaring howls answered the first. Some felt more northward, others westward. There was now no doubt; they had discovered him at last. Their meeting seemed now imminent.

Legolas stopped in his tracks. In front of him stood a massive warg. Its growl was menacing. The fur along its spine stood up like giant spikes. In a flash, Legolas had his bow in hand, and arrow ready to shoot. He stared at the wolf; the wolf stared back. Legolas could now sense other creatures around him. He glanced about and saw two other wolves around him.

Out of the night stepped a group of Orcs. They joined the Wargs, stood armed, and mockingly pointed at Legolas all the while laughing, fiendishly. Their leader, however was not amused. He was huge in body, and menacing in face. His bulbous yellow eyes glowed in the murky blackness. It was Ugnúl.

"You're a sly Elf, I'll give you that," said Ugnúl in the Common Tongue. It was a gruff, heinous voice which emanated from a foul, rotting mouth. "But that is a trait common among Elves, I should think. You're all slippery little sneaks, aren't you?"

Legolas made no reply. The Goblin could talk all he wished too, but as soon as his moment would come, Legolas would be ready.

A smaller Orc approached its leader. "We must not linger under these trees, Ugnúl!"

"You think I fear one measly Elf?! Maggot!" Ugnúl growled.

"It is not the Elf we fear, Ugnúl," said the others. "We could handle a hundred of ?em."

"It is the witch," said the smaller Orc. "We're too close to her lair."

"What feeble-minded tales have you idiots been listening to?!"

"They are not tales! We must leave!" said the smaller Orc.

"I hear she can kill you just by looking at you," said another.

"She can make herself invisible! She could be here right now! We must leave!" shouted the small Orc. The others grew restless, and looked frantically about the darkness for any sign of the witch. Ugnúl stared in contempt and drew out his long, filthy, blood stained sword.

"Cowards!" Ugnúl shouted. Then in one giant motion, he severed the smaller Orc's head. Its body slumped to the ground and its head rolled and disappeared into the inky blackness. The other Orcs fell back with fear, and said nothing. When Ugnúl turned to face Legolas again, he was gone.

"Idiots! Where did he slip off to?" Ugnúl demanded.

The Orcs quickly looked around and saw the three bodies of the wolves. They had all been struck in the throat by elven arrows.

"Search everywhere!" Ugnúl thundered. "If he is not found by sunrise, I'll eat every last one of you for dinner!"

[Goldilocks]

Legolas, meanwhile had been watching the chaotic scene from a high bough of a nearby tree. Luckily, no eyes rose upward. Orcs scattered, and soon all were gone. A short while passed. It was still some hours before daybreak, and too dangerous to remain where he was.

He sprang to the earth, and waited; nothing stirred. He sprinted toward the east, in the direction of the rising sun. Ugnúl, however, was too clever. He had been waiting behind a thick trunk. He pounced on the Elf and drew out his sword. Legolas found his knife directly. They both rose up, malice filling each other's faces. Ugnúl attacked, but Legolas was quick with his weapon. Orcs approached and cheered as the two warriors struck at each other with furious might. Their blades tangled, and Ugnúl served a swift blow which sent Legolas onto his back a few feet from the crowd. His knife landed sadly out of reach. Ugnúl was stepping forth to finish the kill when a holler rung out. "Ugnúl! You mustn't!"

"Try and stop me, weakling!" Ugnúl roared to his underdog.

"Please yourself," the Orc replied, "if you like to burn. That is the boundary of the witch's lair. They say any Orc that crosses it, bursts into fire."

Legolas stood up and gazed all about him. Little could be seen in the dark. It appeared to him the same as the rest of the forest.

"What Elvish rubbish is this?" Ugnúl demanded. "If you're so stupid to believe in such tales, then you'll see this witch for yourself!" Ugnúl grabbed the Orc with both hands and threw him toward Legolas. In a sudden and glorious flash, the Orc burst into flame. A shrill wail filled the air. The Orc stumbled back and the flames immediately died out. His skin was now burnt blacker than the night. The other Orcs grew fearful and began to retreat. "What magic is this?" they cried as they fled. Legolas and Ugnúl were now alone in the dark.

A malicious smile spread onto Ugnúl's putrid face. "Look for me, Elf! Look for me when you go to leave this place . . . and there you shall find me."

Ugnúl then withdrew into the black. Legolas dared not move, else cross the boundary which now protected him. He would be safe now, from the Orcs at least. But of this witch, he could not imagine. "Is she Elven?" he thought. "The magic that guards her is exceptionally powerful." Legolas could remember none but the High Elves who bore such magic and power. "If she guards against Orcs, surely then I have naught to fear."

Legolas lay down against a tree. He would sleep on the ground tonight.

End of Chapter Two


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Whew! That was a lot. Fraid it's not going to get any shorter, either! Thanks so much, everyone who commented! Muchly apprechiated, really! I'm glad everyone is enjoying it. I've been working really hard on it.

[Gatsby]

once again, better and better. but this 'witch' had better keep her hands of him :)
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gatsby

[Nessa]

Spledid, keep it up! I'm not a huge fan of Legolas, but your fic makes him very interesting. ;)

(How was Toronto?)

[Goldilocks]

Gatsby, lmao Man, you kill me! lol

Nessa, thanks. Who are you interested in? Maybe I'll get some ideas...

(Toronto was cool. Saw my friend Adam. Also saw the weirdest play in entire life. Whenever I go anywhere with Kyle, I'm always guarenteed a memorable expierience. This was no exception.)

[Nessa]

Who am I interested in? Well, you know. Frodo and Sam, Sam and Frodo, Merry and Pippin, Pippin and Merry. I'm a sucker for hobbit fics. ;) But don't go out of your way for me, dear. For now I'm perfectly pleased with Legolas.

(Glad you had fun! Ah, memories......)

Gatsby, I've been meaning to ask: Perhaps this is obvious but is your username in relation to the Fitzgerald novel "The Great Gatsby"? Stupid Question? :blush:

[Goldilocks]

Nessa, well I won't say much, but it is possible that Hobbits will rule the fate of many (and jump into my story in the future - hint. . .hint) I'll say no more.

[Nessa]

:whoohoo: Now I'm really looking forward to it!

[Gatsby]

Yeah it is from the great gatsby. it's my all time favorite book (along with the lotr of course) practicaly everyone at my school calls me it. It's better than being called frodo :) (i love him not his name!!)
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[Goldilocks]

CHAPTER III - THE WOODLAND WITCH

Legolas slept far into the day, catching up on much needed rest. When at last he did wake, his first thought was that he was still tucked away in some Elvish dream. He was in the forest, but not at all like the forest he had been traveling through. The sun shone; light came streaming down in great golden waves which lit up the whole glade. Wild flowers of white and blue grew in shaded places and set off a strong, honey scent. The fresh, warm air was filled with melodious birdsongs. The leaves danced gaily in the soft breeze which brushed past his face. "Do I still dream?" he thought.

Legolas stood up. His knife still lay where it had fallen the night before. He picked it up and returned it to its sheath. Gazing at the ground, he now understood what the Orc meant by ?boundary'. There was a long, well defined line of rich grass as far as his eye could see to his left and right. On the other side of the boundary, the grass lay yellowed and sickly. The forest fell dark and brooding as it had been the days before. When he turned back, he noticed a path leading up a hill, deep into the sun-filled wood. Legolas looked about him. His eyes glanced from forest to forest, unsure which way to go.

"I shall go and see this witch," he thought. He stepped lightly onto the path, eyes vigilant for any sign of the mysterious matron. He was, after all, trespassing in her realm. She might not take kindly to uninvited visitors. He followed the path up the hill and down again. The terrain altered as he walked on. Foothills rose into towering cliffs to his right and left; the highest peak soared almost twelve hundred feet into the air. Naked rock emerged in places, but the inclined terrain was mostly adorned with tall trees. "I'd like to explore this more," he thought as he strolled along. "There is so much mirthful life here."

The path stretched onward, leading farther into the hills, deeper into the Witch's domain. Trees were plentiful, yet the sun often peeked through the brush and illuminated the path. Upwards it ascended to a small ridge. At the bottom, Legolas could see a bright opening. He approached it cautiously and found himself at the edge of a beautiful meadow. It was small, and encircled by swaying elms. In the center stood a modest sized, wooden house. It had a door, two windows on its western side, and a slanted roof with a rustic chimney poking out; soft, grey smoke lazily floated into the sky. The door was divided in half, the top half being open. Legolas was unable to see anyone inside but could smell something cooking. An alluring aroma filled the glen. A small pond sat beside the house along with a single willow tree. Its drooping branches dipped into the water and created tiny ripples.

Suddenly, a woman carrying a large basket stepped out from behind the house. "What's this?" Legolas wondered. No Elf-witch, it could clearly be seen. She appeared to be a young, mortal woman. She was not tall or slender like an elf, yet very fair. Her most unusual feature, Legolas thought, was her brilliant, fiery red hair. Legolas had never seen hair that shade before. It was long and curled, trailing down to her waist. She wore a green dress, the colour of the forest. The cloth seemed inexpertly made as if it had been homespun. No adornment graced her save that of a necklet of braided fresh lavender.

The maiden busied herself by hanging wet linen onto some twine joined from the house to the willow tree. She hummed a tune to herself as she worked and Legolas recognized it instantly. It was the Elven song of Lúthien Tinúviel. "Curious," Legolas thought to himself.

All at once, her work and music ceased and she stood completely still as if in deep thought. Then, quite slowly, she turned and looked directly at Legolas. Her eyes were deep and penetrating. He started, not knowing what to do. A smile spread onto her face. Not a malicious smile; it was a friendly, knowing smile, somehow. She approached Legolas and spoke. "You've finally come. Elen sila lúmenn' omentielvo," she added in High Speech, while making a slight curtsy. "I've been waiting for you."

Legolas stood agape. "You've been waiting for me?" he repeated, uncertain.

"Of course. Come! You must be famished. Those Orcs are savage creatures." She walked to her dilapidated dwelling and opened the lower door. Realizing then that Legolas had not followed her, she turned again to him. "Come," she said in a sweet voice, and disappeared into the house.

[Nessa]

Intriguing.....

(Gatsby, I love that book as well, definatley a favorate.)

[Gatsby]

Red hair!! like me i love it!!
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gatsby

[Goldilocks]

Legolas soon found his feet and moved in closer. He stopped in the open doorway and peered inside. The interior was clean and tidy. Shelves full of clay jars of all different sizes filled the back wall. Against it sat a rustic, oak table with four chairs. A large, pine cupboard stood near the window. The lady added more fuel to the fire; a pot bubbled noisily on the hearth.

"Come in, come in. Do not be shy. I will not eat you, you know," the maiden said playfully as she made her preparations. "You may set your weapons down there," she suggested, pointing to the floor near the doorway, " . . . or wear them if you wish. You are not in danger here, I assure you."

Legolas was at first skeptical but, in the end, felt that it would be discourteous to bring weapons to a seemingly friendly meal. He unfastened his weapon's harness and set it down beside the door.

"Please, you may sit here," she said, directing him to a chair.

"Thank you very much indeed. It has been days since my last meal."

A twinge of pity pierced her heart. She could see that the Orcs and forest had worn him. "Well, I beg you eat to your heart's content." She then brought forth his meal. The first to be set down was a handwoven basket full of warm, brown bread. It was fresh, moist and cast a tempting, herbal fragrance. A small crock was placed beside it filled with cool, velvety butter. Then came a large bowl in which she ladled steaming, savory, vegetable stew of carrots, peas, beans, mushrooms, potatoes and other fine garden treasures. Beside it was set another bowl, but this one of ripe raspberries, filled dangerously close to the rim with thick cream. She placed an earthenware cup on the table and into it poured ruby-red elderberry wine. Legolas could already taste the wine even though it had yet to touch his lips. He surveyed the fare appreciatively. His examination did not escape her keen eye.

"It is a modest meal, I know. I ask your pardon for not having any meat to serve you. I cannot bear to kill animals."

"Do not reprimand yourself on my account. This is a superb meal for a weary traveler!"

"You are very kind. Now, if you'll forgive me, I must finish my work outside."

"Of course," Legolas replied, softly. He rose from the table as she exited.

The food could not be compared to that of Elven meals, naturally. The fare of his people was always luscious, nourishing, exquisite. Upon the completion of this meal, he felt relaxed, comfortable, invigorated. The trials of his last days melted away. He stepped outside into sunlight.

"You have eaten sufficiently, I hope?" she asked, cheerfully.

Legolas turned. The maiden was kneeling on the earth, working in a small herb garden beside the house. "I have. It was excellent. Again, allow me to thank you."

"I am always glad to shelter a friendly traveler and offer assistance where I can," she replied, while rising and brushing herself off.

"If you will pardon me, I, as yet do not know to whom I owe this kindness."

Her eyes closed for a moment, and she smiled. "I'm sure you'll think me quite boorish. Forgive me. I would have done so sooner, only, I was so happy at your arrival. I had become exceedingly worried. Mithryn, I am called."

"I am Legolas Greenleaf, son of Thranduil, Elven King of Mirkwood," he said, bowing.

"Well, my lord, would you care to see some of the wonders of my little realm, here?"

Legolas nodded and gazed again at her small garden. "You have an interest in herbs?"

"Yes. They are mostly medicinal." Green shoots rose from the earth and flowers of varying shapes and sizes swayed in the gentle breeze.

"I see some that I know." Legolas bent down and gently touched the soft petals. "Malva we call this," he said, pointing to one.

"It is known to me as Mallow," Mithryn said.

Legolas smiled at her. "Salvia," he said, pointing to another.

"Sage."

"Vinalis."

"Speedwell," she added, smiling.

He rose. "You are a studier of herbs?"

They began to walk down the same path that brought him to her. "My mother was a great healer among my people. It was she who taught me." Mithryn stopped at the edge of the path and picked some flowers with long stems. The blooms were small and white, growing in great clusters.

"Ah, I know this herb well. Ulmaria."

"Meadowsweet." The scent traveled far throughout her realm; twas the sweet scent of almond. Her dainty fingers deftly twisted and braided the vines.

"You are not an Elf," Legolas stated, perplexed, as their walk resumed.

"No," eyes and hands kept busy.

"And yet you speak Elvish. High Elvish, which is a rarity. There are few of whom I know that can speak it who are not Elves."

"My father taught me when I was a child. He insisted I learn to speak Sindarin and Quenya, but I fear I have forgotten much."

They stopped walking for a moment. Legolas found himself nestled in the forest at the foot of a towering hill, one of which he noticed upon his entrance. The trees were thick, but a narrow path trailed up and around the hill.

To be continued. . .

[Nessa]

:naughty:

I'm sorry, was that inapproriate? :blush:

Very good, Goldi, incredible description!

[Goldilocks]

You crack me up, girl! In the future, it will get very :naughty:, but not just yet.

[Tar-Ancalimë]

I like the story... what next!?

(PS Gatsby What the **** is that book about? I didn't get it AT ALL!!!)

[Gatsby]

it's about lost love and how you can't change the past. *sigh*

[Goldilocks]

Mithryn turned to him with a mischievous smile upon her face. "A humble gift, my lord," she said, holding the delicate necklet in her hands. Legolas smiled at his gift and bowed his head. She stepped forward, and placed the ring of flowers over his head.

"Thank you. But please, I would ask you to call me Legolas. My father is the Lord of my people, not I."

"As you wish, Legolas. Now, you may go first. Elves have lighter feet than those beared of Man, I know," said Mithryn, stepping aside. Legolas hesitated, but did not feel that any amount of coaxing would change her mind. He simply nodded thankfully, and stepped lightly on the path. It was indeed a steep climb, but did not trouble him. At parts, the path took them so close to the edge of the precipice that Legolas felt fear of Mithryn's safety.

"It's all right," she said comfortingly as she cautiously stepped along the sheer ledge. "Hallathúle has not pushed me off yet."

"Hallathúle?"

"This hillock."

"You call the hillock tallspirit?"

"Well he is, don't you think?"

Legolas smiled. "Yes."

The trunks of the trees rose with them, yet every now and then, they came to a gap from which they could gaze out into the splendor of the vast horizon. From their present height, they could see just above the treetops. They smiled at each other, and continued walking.

The third stage of the climb was steps, crude and steep, cut out of giant slabs of stone. The ancient, weathered rock crumbled in patches; great care was needed when stepping. "Did you mason these?" Legolas asked, thoughtfully.

"Nay, I found them as such. Whoever cut them, has long departed."

They climbed onward and upward. Mithryn's foot slipped on an unsteady stone, but Legolas' quick reflexes caught her arm swiftly. He gently grasped her hand and did not let go when she steadied herself. Mithryn's large green eyes glanced from their hands back to his face. "Let me help you," he offered, suddenly shy. She nodded and their ascent continued.

At last, the climb leveled off and they reached the top. Legolas helped her up the last step and then let go of her tiny hand. He walked about to behold his surroundings and what he saw was all magnificence. Far below them fell a green sea of leaves which swayed, and rustled with the wind. The immense forest reached the horizon in every direction. Far off into the distance in the North, small peaks of the Mirkwood Mountains could be made out. Legolas eyes turned downward. Below, shone the pretty heath with Mithryn's little cottage, smoking merrily. The sun sparked on her tiny pond, and glittered like diamonds in the deep Dwarf mines. "What a splendid view! I should think every Elf would wish to see this."

"During less dangerous times, I have met several Elves passing through the wood on their way, finally, to the Grey Havens. They took rest here before resuming their long journey, and joyed in seeing this sight, as you do now."

"How long have you lived here so alone?" Legolas asked.

"Oh, not long by Elven standards, anyway. I know a hundred years is but a day to you immortals," Mithryn said, blithely. Legolas smiled also, for he knew she spoke the truth. She paused and gazed thoughtfully into the clear, iridescent sky. "I have resided here longer than one would think, however," she continued, now more seriously. Her mind seemed filled with sorrowed thought.

"Mithryn, the Orcs I encountered called you a witch," he stated, breaking the silence. That remark returned the smile to her face. Legolas continued. "How is it that you knew I was coming? How did you know I was attacked by Goblins? Are you a witch?" Legolas stared at her, his eyes displaying neither command nor suspicion. They simply stared into hers, gently.

"I think we should be getting back soon," Mithryn replied. "Night is setting in."

"Can Orcs come near?"

"Nay," she said, "but climbing down Hallathúle is hazardous in the dark." Legolas nodded, and they began their descent. He thought it best to let unanswered questions lie.

He could not help but stare at her, now and then, as he helped her down the slippery slope. She was unlike any Elf-maiden or mortal he had before met. There was an aura around her which seemed to glow; a mystic force emanating from her. He felt enchanted by her shy ways and gentle temperament. "And yet," he thought, "she shrouds herself in mystery." He marveled at how one so young and isolated could protect herself so well. The villainy which filled Mirkwood was fierce. He knew that to survive, she must be very powerful indeed.

To be continued . . .:grin:

[Tar-Ancalimë]

Keep going!

[Goldilocks]

Thanks, Tar! I'll post the rest of Chapter Three tomorrow. :grin:

[Tar-Ancalimë]

:)
:)
:)
Legolas is mine though... not Mithryn's.

[Goldilocks]

Yes, yes, yes., but we can all share him! There's enough pointy ears to go around. lol

[Tar-Ancalimë]

lol

I suppose since this was before FotR... right?... she's OK... since obviously it didn't go anywhere permanent! lol

(Though what an Elf might consider permanent mayn't be what we so consider...)

[Lady Melody]

Hahahahaha.... enough pointy ears to go around! Hey, keep it going!!! It's pretty cool! Hope you old-timers won't mind me who just found this cool website butting in!! ^_^

Btw, Legolas belongs to nobody, in the books he just travelled a lot with his good friend Gimli, and set out west in the end.

[Gatsby]

still... the thought of orli being 'enchanted' by another chick makes my blood boil. love the story though goldi!! keep it comin!!
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gatsby

[Gatsby]

god i've become verything i've ever hated. i am infatuated with a guy i couldn't possibly have (not that i'm not pretty :), but he's like 9 years older than me) i have officially become everything i've ever hated
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gatsby

[Tar-Ancalimë]

Mmmm... But Legolas! Ah...

What I've always hated are the ones who are obsessed over movie stars... and like are all pushy about it. And then try to get their numbers and find out about their "Secret love lives" verymad

I'm just in love with an Elf! :loveyou:

[Goldilocks]

The sun had set and the night sky opened to show all her glory. Stars were in abundance and twinkled and shone down on the pair as they withdrew from the wood at last. Legolas stopped and gazed upward.

"Beautiful, aren't they?" Mithryn said admiringly. "I often walk under the stars and then I do not feel quite so alone."

"Why do you live here so secluded?"

"My kinsfolk died a long time ago."

"What happened to them?"

Mithryn looked at him. He was standing tall, strong and powerful. "Come, let us go inside. I'll make us something warm to drink."

Inside, the fire's embers were glowing softly and were about to extinguish. Mithryn added more fuel and a bright blaze soon erupted. She hung an ancient black kettle over the smoldering flames. "Are you hungry? I could prepare you something."

"Nay, I am quite well." Legolas sat at the table; his eyes, like slaves, following every move she made. When the kettle was boiled and the fragrant, herbal tea poured, she finally sat with him. A smile brightened her face, but Legolas could see her brow still flexed with concern.

"My people came from the Gladden Fields," she said.

"I know them. Not well; I do not travel that way often."

"Well, my mother and her kinfolk lived there a long time, as I recall. I know that they settled there after abandoning their own lands. I believe it was in danger of being overrun by the Dark Forces." She paused and shook her head. "It has been a long while since I've even thought about this. It has been many years and is difficult to remember.

Legolas' brow creased with concern. "Do not feel troubled. This tale need not be told now. I do not wish you grief."

"No, no," Mithryn assured him. "I'd like to tell you. Well, let's see. My father was a great traveler. As a child, I remember him telling me tales of his journeys. He had roamed most of his life until he traveled to the Gladden Fields. My mother was aged as well, and had never married. They fell in love and were married that summer; I was born the following spring. I remember a few years of peace and happiness in my village. My father journeyed still, and at times was gone for many months. But, seasons would pass and he'd return. I was, I think, twelve years old the last time I saw him. He returned to us after being away many months, but his face looked worn and tired. He was plagued with many worries, I think. He had to leave and, soon after, we were attacked by Orcs."

"Orcs? In the Gladden Fields, you say?"

Mithryn nodded.

A memory reemerged in Legolas' mind. He had heard, for what felt to him but a short space of time, Orcs ravaging through that land. But that was long ago in the age of Man.

Mithryn continued. "I remember my mother telling me to run. I don't know how they missed me. I jumped into the Anduin and hid until sunrise. Walking back to our village, I found it completely deserted. There was blood everywhere but no bodies. The wreckage of our houses and wagons was strewn far and wide, but there was no trace of my mother. I waited there for a month, finding bits of food as I could, praying for anyone to return as I had done. But, when none returned, I knew I was on my own."

?What did you do?"

"Orcs were still in the area and staying became perilous. I saw Mirkwood, so I headed for it. I made my way further into the forest, not knowing which way to go until, at last, I came to this little grove. This house was abandoned, so I set up my home here, and here I have lived since."

"And how long have you been here?"

Mithryn took a deep breath. "Seventy eight winters have passed while I have lived here."

"Seventy-eight?" Legolas repeated in surprise. "Yet how is it that you have not aged? Seventy-eight years to a mortal is a lifetime. And yet, ninety years you say you have lived and to my eyes, you look no more than five and twenty."

Mithryn's face grew ever more saddened. "All that you say is true, and I have found no answers to this riddle."

"Why do you not seek it out?"

"The same thought has crossed my mind many lonely hours. But time has passed by, and I have stayed still. I only venture out of my small domain to visit the west Woodland Folk who trade for my medicines. Throughout the passing years, myths and tales of me have grown, and my presence is tolerated there, I believe, simply out of fear. I travel for supplies as needed, but otherwise, where would I go?"

[Goldilocks]

Legolas looked long into her virtuous face before rising and gazing out the window. "The stars and moon beckon me. With your permission, Mithryn, I wish to wander your wood and rest under the stars."

"You have it, but beware. My realm only extends two miles in every direction. Nothing of evil heart may enter, but if you cross the boundary, you shall be at their mercy."

"I understand," Legolas said and he stepped out into the night. His face turned upward once more and the pale moonlight cast him in a radiant glow. He turned to her. "I cannot imagine how you can live like this, so alone. Throughout my long life, I have always had loved ones by my side. You must be very strong of heart to live as you do."

"Alas, I have no other choice."

He nodded. "Good night, Mithryn."

"Good night, Legolas."

He gently shut the doors and wandered off in the wilderness. His spirits were mended and he felt young and alive under the crisp, starlit sky. He walked far that night, resting in open glades, but heeded her warning. He thought of home and family. "I hope that my brothers are well. They must be greatly worried for my sake now. My poor Father, how he must be suffering." He would bear his son's disappearance worst of all, Legolas feared. It pained him to think of their sorrow. And yet, through all his troubled thoughts, his mind always returned to Mithryn.


End of Chapter Three

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Whew! Hope you guys liked that chapter. If you bug me, maybe I'll post a bit of Chapter 4 tomorrow. Oh! One more thing, there is no shame in falling insanely in love with a fictional character (*sigh*) Why do you think I wrote this? lol

[Tar-Ancalimë]

heehee

OK I'm bugging you! :Tar-A very impatiently pesters Goldilocks:

love it! love Legolas! :loveyou:

[Gatsby]

yes. he is fan-bloody-tastic, *sigh*, the beautiful myth.
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[Tar-Ancalimë]

myth?!?

It's true in my heart... :loveyou:

[Lady Melody]

OoOoOoOokaaaayy...
I'm gonna put A LOT MORE weight on your mind!!!

MORE MORE MORE MORE MORE MORE MORE MORE MORE MORE MORE MORE MORE MORE MORE MORE MORE MORE MORE MORE MORE MORE MORE MORE MORE MORE MORE MORE MORE MORE MORE MORE MORE MORE MORE MORE MORE MORE MORE MORE MORE MORE MORE MORE MORE MORE MORE MORE MORE MORE MORE MORE MORE MORE MORE MORE MORE MORE MORE MORE MORE MORE MORE MORE MORE MORE

Enought said, or need I say MORE? roflmao

[Goldilocks]

lol You are all scary, scary people. But I love you just the same. ;)
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CHAPTER IV - THE HOUSE OF KING THRANDUIL

The valiant Elven warriors marched homeward with saddened hearts. Their grief was intense, but their mission, crucial. The soldiers nobly carried on their shoulders the three that were slain. Their thoughts also bent toward Legolas and Haldof, of which there had been no further word. Tarnil and Galamed bore the heaviest hearts. Veridis had been crossed, and now they stepped on safer ground. They followed the Enchanted River and stopped once more to rest before making the final stretch home and to their people.

"Tarnil," Galamed said to his brother, when finally alone, "how do we tell our Father what has happened? The battle was won, but the loss was great. If Legolas and Haldof should not return... We ought to have stayed with Haldof."

"Nay, we have done our duty. We must be the ones to tell our father of Legolas."

Galamed sat by the bank, watching the reflected moon dance upon the water.

"Do not mourn yet; they shall return, brother. Come," Tarnil said, offering Galamed his outstretched arm. He took it and Tarnil pulled up his brother. "Let us reach our father tonight."

Galamed nodded and Tarnil roused the soldiers.

* * *
The company marched onward and turned at last onto the Elf Path. The palace watch had seen the paladins coming and sent word to his Lordship. Trumpets sounded, calling Elven people to greet the weary warriors. Lyrical singing filled the night sky, but turned mournful upon the sight of the fallen three. King Thranduil stepped out from his great hall, and crossed the lattice-laced bridge. Tarnil and Galamed stood before their father and King; their fallen heros laid at his feet. "This is a grievous loss for all our people," Thranduil said at last. He raised his arms high into the air and said: "May we forever remember the name's Numilor, Gwarinth, and Fenos." He lowered his arms and began to sing. "A Elbereth Gilthoniel, silivren penna miriel o menel aglar elenath! Na-chaered palan-diriel o galadhremmin ennorath, Nanuilos, le linnathon nef aear, si nef aearon!"

Elves wept with heads bowed. Thranduil spoke again to the forlorn assembly. "My soldiers, you are weary and sorrowed, but are home at last. Go now and embrace friends and family." The group began to disburse. The King then turned to Tarnil and Galamed. It was then that he first noticed the absence of Legolas and Haldof; his face fell. "Come, my sons," he said, beckoning them to follow.

They did so, and entered the massive halls. The ceiling was ornately chiseled out of the mountain itself. Tall, interwoven candlesticks were lit, casting a rich warmth on the wooden chairs trimmed with sparkling filigree. Massive tapestries hung on the walls, which told ancient stories of their people. Thranduil sat on his mighty throne, eyes worried. "Tell me, where is Haldof and Legolas?"

Tarnil related all to their father concerning the battle and Legolas' disappearance. Thranduil sat, head bowed, hand covering his mouth, distraught. "And you have had no word or sign of them?" he asked at last, voice faltering.

"Nay, but we have been moving fast and in the opposite direction," Tarnil said.

Thranduil nodded while trying to banish despairing thoughts from his mind.

"Father," Galamed said at last, "we wish to set out in search of our brothers immediately."

"Are you not weary? It has been an arduous journey for you both."

"We shall find no rest until Legolas and Haldof are discovered," Tarnil said, resolutely.

"As you wish." Thranduil rose and placed a loving hand on each of their strong shoulders. "But do not leave each other's side. Of this, you must promise."

They gave their word and prepared to set off again. Elf-maidens quickly supplied them with lembas, arrows and horses. They bade farewell to their father, and then rode forth with anxious but hopeful hearts.

Word of the prince's disappearance spread swiftly. Legolas was a favourite among his people, and his absence was deeply felt. Elven hearts struggled to remain brave and hopeful. He was not the first of their people to go missing. They instinctively feared the worst. Laments for the fallen and missing were sung far into the dawn of the morning.

To be continued. . . :grin:

[Nessa]

Intriguing. (Yes, I will use that word until someone tells me the correct way to spell it.)

Very good, Goldi!

Gatsby mentioned not liking another girl enchanting Legolas so, but Goldilocks doesn't mind because she's Mithryn, aren't you Goldi??? ;) Just be sure to put some equivalent of me with Frodo. :naughty:

[Goldilocks]

You spelt "intriguing" correctly!

You see right through me, Nessa! :blush: No, but that's the great thing about Mithryn. We can all be her and share in the lovins of Legolas.

In terms of you and Frodo, I fear I can make no promises. We'll see.

[Gatsby]

now that your plots uncovered what are you going to do goldi huh? HUH!! muahahaha. j/k if legolas's brothers were as foxy as him i'd settle for one of them, but my heart would belong to that magnificent archer
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gatsby

[Goldilocks]

Gatsby, of COURSE Legolas' brothers are hot! They're Legolas' brothers! C'mon! How could they not be?

If I were you, I'd suggest going for either Tarnil or Galamed. Haldof is a bit on the emotional side. But you'll just have to read and decide for yourself. :grin:

[Gatsby]

i know the last thing i need is a moody elf with a superiority complex

[Gatsby]

but tell me, goldi darling, whose more handy around a bow; Tarnil or galamed? i need a warrior damn it!!
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gatsby

[Tar-Ancalimë]

Ah...
your story is so **** good!


Perhaps if I say MORE enough times too, you'll post MORE?

[Lady Melody]

Hahahahahaha...
Elves are all beautiful and handsome, are they not? Uh, maybe Elrond (film-version) isn't...exactly...uh...never mind...

What the heck, I love the whole race just the same!

[Tar-Ancalimë]

hee hee...
my only problem with Elrond is every time i look at him i think matrix! verymad

[Lady Melody]

Matrix? Every time I see his face I'm scared of him! His face is creepy!!!:shhh:

[Goldilocks]

Days passed, and still no word came. Thranduil spent many passing hours alone, shrouded in deep thought. No companionship in his kingdom could offer him any comfort. He had taken to walking under the high branches of his beloved trees, day and night. Eärendil shone, and sparkled with brilliant splendor. "Is it vain to think my dear sons also turn to you for comfort this night?"

A guard approached the great King. "My lord," he said, bending on knee.

"Have you word from my sons?" the mighty King asked hastily.

"Nay, my lord. A visitor has arrived from the west and seeks an audience with thee," the guard said, rising.

"Does it concern my sons?"

"I do not think so, your lordship. It is Aragorn, son of Arathorn."

"Aragorn," Thranduil repeated, mulling the news over in his brain. "Bring him to my conference hall. Tell him I shall come directly."

"And of his weapons?"

"He may keep them."

The guard bowed. "Yes, my lord," and strode off toward the massive halls. Thranduil smiled. Indeed, it was his first smile since the company had departed. He turned once more to blessed Eärendil before striding to his palace.

Upon entering the hall, Thranduil was struck with amazement upon the sight of his visitor. Aragorn stood tall, cloaked in black. He looked worn, dirty, and had not dressed for attendance with the King. He held a rope in his hand, and upon the end of it was leashed a foul creature that Thranduil had never before seen. It squatted on the floor like a toad, muttering to itself, and whimpered repulsively. Its skin was stretched thin over its bones. Its eyes glowed eerily like lamps in a mist, darting about the chamber ceaselessly, searching for an escape. A foul stench arose from the creature; Aragorn did not appear to have any love for the piteous being. Thranduil approached Aragorn. They grasped each others forearm and drew close.

"Aragorn, my dear friend. It has been long since you have graced our halls."

"Indeed Lord Thranduil. Too long."

They smiled at each other in friendship and released their grip. Thranduil sat on his throne and called for a chair to be set for his friend. Aragorn accepted but maintained a firm handle on the rope.

"Am I to ask then, what you bring me?" Thranduil said, gesturing toward the decrepit creature.

"My lord, this is the creature Sméagol, the mischief-maker. The one Gandalf the Grey and I have been searching for these sixteen years."

"Ah, yes. It has been long since we have spoken of him, and at last you have snared the beast. May I now ask as to the reason for so great a quest?"

Aragorn sighed. "My lord, I fear I cannot tell you. This secret is not mine to share. Let it be enough that Gandalf has wished to speak with him for a long time. This creature has information which could be of vital importance to us all."

"It is unlike you Aragorn, to speak in such riddles. Very well, keep your secrets. But why bring him here?"

"I was instructed to do so by Gandalf. He had hoped that should Sméagol be found, he would be brought hither to be guarded."

Thranduil let out an annoyed huff. "Gandalf presumes a great deal! To tell me so little, Aragorn, and then to ask us to guard him! Is this all you can say to me?"

Aragorn paused in contemplation. "I do not think Gandalf would mind my saying this. May I approach your lordship and whisper it to you?"

Thranduil nodded and Aragorn stepped forward, bending to the King's ear. "Gandalf believes the One Ring may have been found." Aragorn again took his seat.

Thranduil's face dropped. "No," he whispered.

Sméagol began to pull on his lead, and moan.

"We know not for certain. That is why it is imperative that Gandalf speaks with Sméagol."

A hiss came from the dank, loathsome creature. "Leave, yess, my Precious," Sméagol said, still tugging at the rope around his neck.

Thranduil sat and stared at the pitiful monster. "Very well, Aragorn. We shall hold him in our care."

"Thank you, my lord," Aragorn said, rising. Thranduil motioned and two Elven guards came and took the rope from Aragorn. Sméagol grew fearful and let out horrible wails. He clawed at the floor with his strong fingers. The elves stood shocked. Thranduil approached the frantic Sméagol.

"Sméagol, you will not be harmed. We hold you only for safekeeping."

Sméagol was not convinced. He writhed, and tugged at his collar, nearly choking himself. "Let us go! Yess, Precious! Gollum!" The guards then dragged him away; his hysterical cries echoed through the great halls until at last all was again peaceful.

Thranduil turned again toward his guest. "Have you supped, Aragorn?"

"Nay, I have not."

"Indeed! Well, you shall dine at our tables once more. Come! I shall have a room prepared."


To be Coninued . . .

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Hehehehehe! I'll bet you all didn't see this bit coming! Please let me know what you thought! :grin:

[Goldilocks]

Originally posted by Gatsby
but tell me, goldi darling, whose more handy around a bow; Tarnil or galamed? i need a warrior damn it!!
out
gatsby

Hmmm. Difficult. Yes, very difficult. I think it would be fair to say that Tarnil excells wiht a bow, and Galamed with a knife. Legolas, however, can weild any weapon he gets into his manly, (yet, shapely and beautiful) hands.

Though think he might be offended by the word "manly". Man, it's been a long week. . .

[Tar-Ancalimë]

Originally posted by Goldilocks
Hehehehehe! I'll bet you all didn't see this bit coming! Please let me know what you thought! :grin:

Oooooh!
I sure didn't!!!!!!!!
GreatGreatGreatGreatGreatGreatGreatGreatGreat!!!!! !!!!!
Very very good. Are you also going to write about when he escapes?

[Gatsby]

well i think i'll go with tarnil, just cuz i like his name :)
out
gatsby
p.s all i can say about the elrond/agent smith thing is when i first saw FOTR i was half expectin him to say "welcome to rivendell... Mr. Anderson"

[Gatsby]

goldi very twisty plot line, i love it
out
gatsby

[Goldilocks]

Originally posted by Tar-Ancalimë
Oooooh!
I sure didn't!!!!!!!!
GreatGreatGreatGreatGreatGreatGreatGreatGreat!!!!! !!!!!
Very very good. Are you also going to write about when he escapes?

You'll have to wait and see! (My kids, I'm a teacher, btw, HATE it when I say that! Aren't I bad?! lol)

[Gatsby]

SHE-DEVIL!!!!!!
out
gatsby

[Tar-Ancalimë]

That's OK.
Or it would be, if I didn't have to wait SO LONG!!

(OK so it isn't really that long but you get the point, right?)

[Goldilocks]

Thought I'd post this before I went to bed, as I don't think I'm going to be able to log on tomorrow, I'm so busy. So, here you go. Conclusion of Chapter 4.
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Aragorn bathed in scented water and dressed in the fine robes provided for the company of the King. Long tables had been set under the fair night sky for their feast. Merrymaking was being made in his honor and the air permeated with sweet, Elven song. Yet, something troubled Aragorn that he could not fully grasp. Thranduil then joined him and they sat among his wise kindred.

Suddenly, Aragorn knew what was amiss. "Where are your sons, my lord? I had hoped to have the pleasure of their company as well."

"Alas, the battles of late have been great. Legolas was driven far from his kinsmen by the Orcs, and Tarnil, Galamed, and Haldof have gone in search of him."

"Aye, that is ill tiding indeed! Have you had no word since?"

Thranduil shook his head. "Nay, I fear not." They both looked over the fair faces of the Elves. They appeared merry, but a melancholy concern seemed to lie underneath their smiles. Aragorn's sharp eyes saw this.

"I wish I could aid you in your search, Lord Thranduil, but I am long expected in Rivendell. Lord Elrond will also wish to know of Sméagol's capture. I fear I must leave tomorrow."

Thranduil nodded in understanding.

"I shall keep my ear to the ground for news of Legolas and Haldof and help as I may. I shall also alert Lord Elrond of your situation."

"I can ask no more of you, my friend. But it has been good to see you. Your friendship has been of great comfort to me during this uncertain time."

Aragorn smiled. "I know not when Gandalf will hear news of Sméagol, but when he does, he will surely come. Expect a visit."

Their attention was taken by a fair Elf-maiden who stood and sang. Her silvery, harmonious voice rose as others joined in her sweet, sad song. Tales and verse flowed far into the night of which Thranduil and Aragorn only half heard.


End of Chapter Four

Hope you enjoyed! Please let me know what you think! :grin:

[Lady Melody]

Keep it going...!!! Although, you guys won't hear from me around a month or two after this post... *sighs*... Curse boarding schools... well, anyways... you guys won't mind keeping this thread alive, would ya? :grin:

[Goldilocks]

Oh dear, Chibi, in two months time, you are going to have a heck of a lot of reading to do, as my chapters are VERY long, and this is turning into a 30 chapter book. Fear not, I will write to the end, and it shall be here when you return to us!

Hope you have a great time at school! :grin:

[Tar-Ancalimë]

It's SO GOOD. I can't wait to know what happens next.
Of course we'll keep this thread going!

[Goldilocks]

The morning came like a blissful tide and cast all Mithryn's glade with warmth and light. It streamed through her window and into her bedchamber. It was a tiny room, with an aged, wooden bed sitting against the far wall. A large stone fireplace was set upon the rooms northernmost wall, with kindling neatly set beside it. A worn, decrepit chair sat in front of the fire, which Mithryn enjoyed sitting in on cold, dark nights. Shelves filled the walls on both sides of the only window, which were sadly bare, as Mithryn had few possessions. Some ancient books, there were, of which she could not read. The writing was strange and unknown to her. She kept them, nonetheless, and glanced through them from time to time. Her most treasured possessions of all sat upon those shelves. There was a broken lantern, a decaying doll, a wooden pipe, and a magnificent sword, all of which came from her life before, and was now the only physical reminisce that it ever existed. Over her bed hung dried flowers which added colour to the overall drab room. She preferred the light and air of the forest.

Mithryn woke and remembering her guest, quickly dressed. She was preparing breakfast when he stepped out from the forest and approached the cottage. Legolas walked in, his mind, and body now cheerful and refreshed. He sat at the old, oak table and smiled at her. "A good morrow, good Mithryn!"

"Good morrow, Legolas. You are rested?" she asked.

"Much. I love it here. It feels like the Greenwood of my youth, before the Shadow came."

She smiled and served a breakfast of fresh gathered berries, hot biscuits, cream and tea. "I have told you much of my life here; I wish you would tell me now of yours."

His thoughts drifted for a moment before replying: "How is one to put into words all that one has seen through the passing ages?" His eyes grew distressed. "I have lived nearly three thousand years in this wood."

"And I am but a child of ninety. Do I seem like a child to you?"

Legolas smiled. "In some ways, yes. In others . . . " He shook his head. "No. You seem wise beyond your years. There is more to you than what the eye can see."

"Even Elven eyes?"

A smile spread onto his lips. "Yes."

When breakfast was complete, they sat neath the weeping willow beside the glistening pond. Legolas was content, yet a stone still lay buried in his heart. Mithryn sensed his sorrow. "You are troubled. Can you not cast it off and have peace? What is it that plagues your mind so?"

"The Age of my people is waning. Our time here is coming to an end. More and more sail forth, never to return. I am grieved for my heart still lies hither; I do not wish to go."

"But this departure is not for some time, is it not?"

"To Elves it is very near. How many more years shall we live under our ancient, familiar boughs? As you have said, a hundred years to an elf is but a day. The hour draws nigh. All is coming to an end."

Mithryn gently touched his hand resting on the grass. "Think of it no more, for there is naught you can do. The future is mystery that none can fully see. Heed my words; I know." Legolas' affliction, however, could not be cast down. Mithryn tried once more. "Would you like to go for a walk? I have someone for you to meet," she said, eyes twinkling.

"Someone for me to meet?"

Mithryn nodded and they strode southward into the forest. To their right the cliffs towered, and to their left flowed rolling hills of endless trees. A spirited breeze blew about them and played with their hair. Upon walking farther into the wood, Legolas could then see another vale. The sun streamed down like a giant fountain. On the dale soft clover grew and its purple flowers sweetened the warm air. Prancing about merrily was a strong mare. Her sienna coat shone as she neighed and trotted over to Mithryn. The horse rested her massive head of Mithryn's sloped shoulder.

"Oh, you coy thing!" Mithryn teased. "Legolas, this is Anfalas."

Legolas gently touched the horse with his fingertips down her neck; he softly whispered gentle elvish words in her right ear. She reared her immense head and gazed at him with her large eyes.

"She is a beauty," Legolas said. "How did you get her?"

"Eight years ago I was wandering through the wood when I came upon her. She was naught but skin and bones, and past weary. With loving care, she is now restored. She is free to go as she pleases, but has stayed with me since. She has been a great comfort to me."

"She is a horse from Rohan. There they breed the mightiest steeds in all Middle Earth."

Legolas and Mithryn rested in the sunny spot, as did Anfalas. She lovingly nudged Mithryn's back with her muzzle. Birds chirped and happily joined them.

To be continued . . . :grin:

[Nessa]

Sounds all romantic like....... ;)

[Gatsby]

aww, i feel all fuzzy inside :). but who is this Mithryn? do we find out more about her?

[Tar-Ancalimë]

Aw I love it. Keep it coming. Faster!!!
MOREMOREMORE!!

OK now that I've finished being so demanding :)
I love your story so much. What comes next?

[Goldilocks]

Oh God! My computer suddenly went completely spastic and I have no idea how long it's going to last. Unfortunately, I can't post on this website at work, so if I haven't been posting in a while, that's the reason. I hope it isn't out of commission too long, and I am supposed to be getting my laptop this week, so, fingers crossed!

When it first went on the fritz, I seriously thought I lost the entire chapter I had just been writing! I recovered most of it, thankfully!

Again, so sorry, and wish me luck!

[Tar-Ancalimë]

OK... good luck... I'm sorry. (for you and for me!)

[Gatsby]

damn!! that really sux goldi, i'm sure your computer will stop having a temper tantrum very soon. kind of a drag that we won't hear from you for a bit, but it's like the Sopranos when they had that wicked long absence, we'll be that much more eager to read the next chapter!!
out
gatsby

[Lady Melody]

Shhhh... I'm sneaking to use this computer during class to visit this site... keep the stuff going okay??

[Tar-Ancalimë]

yeah yeah we won't let this thread go to the bottom

[Goldilocks]

Whew! Was able to log on today, and so far, has not frozen. Methinst I'm going to have to erase my hard drive. Buggar. . .

Okay, I'll post some more while I have a chance . . .
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"You asked if I am a witch." Mithryn said. Legolas gazed at her, not wishing to push for answers.

"The truth is," she continued, "I do not know what I am. The magic, if it can be called such, has been with me for as long as I can remember. I recall when I was a child my father comforting me after having nightmarish dreams. At least, they began as dreams, and came to me at night. Now these . . . visions can strike at any moment."

"Of what do you see?"

"I see distant lands. I see people in pain. I see danger; I see torment; I see death." She paused and lingered in thought. "Through the years, I have mastered my ability to discern where and when these events are to take place. When the vision comes upon me, the greater the pain, the event is in the near future. Little pain, it shall not happen for perhaps decades."

"And you foresaw my coming?"

"Yes. A vision came to me four days past. The pain was great. I saw you attacked by a band of orcs and separated from your party. I also foresaw you sitting here, with me. But the future is alterable, and one seemingly minor event can change the course for all. I was worried as to whether you would arrive safely."

"Are you greatly tormented by the things which you have seen?" he asked, concerned.

"The greatest torment is to know, and have naught to send in aid. I have lived long in seclusion and hiding." She paused; her face grew pink. "In truth, I am ashamed. I have ignored what I have seen, pretending there was nothing I could do. That is, of course, a lie. I would have been aid to their plight. I should have gone, but have not. That is something that has haunted me. Yet, I am afraid."

Legolas could feel her grief. He felt anguish himself. A tear rolled down face. He placed a gentle finger on her soft cheek, wiping away the salty tear. He could find no words. His quiet strength eased her cares and stopped her tears. She smiled.

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Two days passed, and Legolas remained. Mithryn wondered at this, but said nothing. Legolas pondered at his extended stay as well. He knew his kinsfolk would worry about his welfare, but felt drawn to stay near Mithryn. He found that when he woke at dawn, his first thoughts flew toward her. "She has a smile," he thought, "that eases sorrow merely upon its arrival. I feel strong when she is near, yet my soul seems to tremble. What spell has she cast over me?"

With the passing days, they had taken to enjoying luncheons at the summit of Hallathúle. When finished his cheese and buttered rolls, Legolas said: "You never told me how you guard your realm so well."

A mischievous smile crept onto her face. "Ah. The fire."

"Yes. How do you do it?"

"At first, I was greatly troubled by the Orcs here about. They could sense my presence. It was some time before I contemplated fighting them back with the very thing they could never understand."

"What?"

"Love. I cast a living, breathing spell. I poured all the love in my heart into it. The love of my kinfolk, my mother, my father, my new home here, the trees, the birds, everything. And through my love, comes a great passion to protect it. The power is emanating through me. That is why none of evil heart may enter. They cannot bear to feel love."

Legolas understood that very well. He carried the same passion for protecting his home and his people. "Does it not fatigue you?"

"Only when I excessively use other magic."

"What other magic?"

The impish grin reappeared. "Oh, sometimes I'll meet an Orc on my way to or from the Woodland Folk. Then they are very sorry they ever crossed paths with me. I know I do not look like much, but they soon discover otherwise."

"Will you show me?"

"How?" she asked, eyes dancing playfully.

"We can spar. Have you a blade?"

"I do."

"My blade against yours."

A merry laugh escaped her. "Very well."

To be continued (soon, I hope!) :grin:

[Tar-Ancalimë]

Ooooooooooooooooh!

Wow so good.

I looooooooove it soooooooo much!

it better be soon or I'll... erm... well... now what do you do to someone whose story you adore?... hm... nothing I guess.
just...

KEEP UP THE GOOD WORK

[Goldilocks]

Thanks Tar! I will if my stupid computer will let me! So far, so good!
Glad you like how it's going, and don't want to hew off my head! (Sorry, that's what someone wrote to me, on another site upon reading this chapter. I don't think he was into romance very much.)

[Tar-Ancalimë]

Aw... all I read and write is romance...
And with hot elf prince! ooooh can't get enough

[Gatsby]

goldi!!!!!! love it. LOVE IT!! but what about his brother who stayed behind to look for legolas?
out
gatsby

[Goldilocks]

Patience, dearest Gatsby. Methinkst you are a bit hasty. lol Haldof shall be returned to in Chapter six.

Yea! Thanks to greatest computer genius in world (Trev) I think my computer is now debugged, though, if you don't hear from me in a few days, you know I am a big liar. Please! Oh, please let this work! Can't live without computer!!!!!

[Tar-Ancalimë]

cant live without more story!!!
lol

[Goldilocks]

And so, the sparring tournament began beside her home. They would combat to judge skill. Legolas brought forth his weapons, which for the past few days had been left neglected by the door. He withdrew his knife. The sharp edge sparkled in the sunlight.

Mithryn also fetched her blade. The sword was stout, but the proper size for Mithryn's physique. Legolas immediately recognized the craftsmanship of his people. "May I see it?"

She handed it to him. Legolas held the glittering weapon, eyes sparkling. Its handle shone of mithril; its three tips of the hilt curled as a flame. "I call her Gilóre," Mithryn said.

Legolas smiled. "Starheart. It is Elven made," he said, studying it closely.

"I thought as much."

"Where did you find this?"

"My father brought it back for me on one of his adventures. He always said to keep it hidden out of sight, neath the floor. I am very thankful those horrid orcs did not find it when our village was attacked."

Delicate, flowing, Elvish Script was written across the hilt. Legolas ran his fingers over the cold, mithril letters. "It is old, of the second age."

"Can you read the words? I have never been able to," she said.

"It reads: ?Behold the Flame of Truth.' It is exquisite!"

Legolas handed it back to Mithryn. When placed in her small, white hand, a warm glow began to protrude from the blade. It burst into a golden flame which projected outwards as if the sword itself were on fire. Legolas gazed at its magnificence. "Behold the Flame of Truth," he said, eyes enchanted.

"Shall we begin?" Mithryn asked. Legolas nodded a ?yes' reply.

Swords raised, the dual began. Mithryn swung first with a flash of fire, and a clash of metal. Legolas struck next. Mithryn thought his movements slow, calculated. She suspected that he was restraining great strength and speed. Her eyes sparkled and the dance of flame continued. Her amusement did not go unnoticed.

"Your skill is admirable," he said while wheeling his blade about. "And yet, I suspect you are holding back. Is it true?"

Mithryn's eyes danced. "Yes," she said, laughing. "And you?"

"Yes," he said, and both let their blades fall to their sides in resolution. Mithryn placed Gilóre back in her sheath, and the fire extinguished.

"And what of your magic? Will you not show me?" enquired Legolas as he returned his knife to its casing.

"It is too dangerous to use on you, but I will show you some, if you wish." She stood opposite him. She placed Gilóre on the ground in front him. Mithryn walked a distance back and raised her right hand and in a flash, the sword flew from the ground and into Legolas' hand. She smiled, now feeling slightly embarrassed. "It is not much."

"No, that was excellent. What else?"

"Well . . . " She again held out her right hand and the sword was suddenly wrenched out of Legolas' grip and flew into her clutch.

Legolas approached her and smiled. "Splendid."

Mithryn smiled back. "But that which causes most fear in orcs," she said, "is this." She clenched her small, right hand into a tight fist. She then blew on it and slowly opened her hand. There sat a golden ball of flame.

"Does it not burn?"

"If I were to release it, it would." She blew on it again and the flame went out. She outstretched her hand again, and his weapon's case sailed from the earth into her tiny hand. "Now a bow and arrow, I have never used. Is it difficult?"

Legolas took the case, withdrew his bow and stepped close beside her. "No. I will teach you. Grasp the bow handle tightly."

She did as he commanded. "Like this?"

"Yes. Now, hold the arrow securely. That is correct. Now, pull the string back as far as you can, and release."

She grasped the bow, pulled back the string and let the arrow go. It flew to the ground two feet from where she stood and missed her aim (which was the door) by twenty feet.

"If I could use magic, I'm sure it would reach the door," she said lightheartedly.

"No, no," he said, amused. "There is no magic when using a bow and arrow. Only skill."

He drew up close behind her; his left hand gently atop of hers, while holding the bow in place. She could feel the heat of his arm beside hers. His strong chest pressed lightly against her back; his warm breath caressed her exposed neck. She dared not move, else he would as well. Her heart began to pound in her chest; "Can he hear it?" she thought. With his right hand, Legolas took another arrow and laid it across the bow. With masterful skill, he pulled tight and let the arrow fly. It wedged itself deep in the wood of the door.

Mithryn smiled at his skill, and turned and looked back at him. Their eyes met. Legolas then realized his arms were around her. He felt he should move away, but could not. Mithryn's smile faded. Legolas slowly bent his head down and kissed her.

The love for which an Elf feels for the first and only time cannot be measured or expressed adequately in words. Elven hearts are never capricious or inconstant. Once their heart is given, there is no return. There is no other.

Their lips softly touched, only to evoke the want of another kiss. Legolas drew her close. His bow fell lightly to the ground. When at last their lips separated, she rested her dizzy head on his muscular chest; their arms tightly wrapped around one another. For her too, there could be no other.

[Goldilocks]

They sat in silence a long time that evening. Mithryn knew he would have to leave soon. Indeed, he had lingered long already. She had no illusions; he might never be permitted to return. Legolas' thoughts were also bent upon his imminent departure. A shadow of sorrow cast itself over his heart. "I must leave tomorrow," he said finally, breaking the silence.

Mithryn looked at him with saddened eyes. She nodded. She could not deny him his duties. He reached across the table and gently held her hands. His touch was soft, warm, and electrifying. His face was melancholy, yet hopeful. It brought some peace to her saddened heart.


End of Chapter Five

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Ooooh! Just noticed someone gave me five stars! Thank you! (*jumping up and down, clapping hands*)

Whew! Romantic chapter, eh? Please tell me what you thought! :grin:

[Gatsby]

awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!!! goldi!! it's so *sigh* romantic. crimany i need to find out what happens.
out
gatsby

[Ranger]

Okay I have three things to say. Wonderful, wonderful, wonderful...Okay so that's one word three times but, please post the next part SOON!

[Tar-Ancalimë]

awww... that was so good... my little heart is wanting a leggy now.

aw... i love it.

[Orc]

Originally posted by Goldilocks

Ooooh! Just noticed someone gave me five stars! Thank you! (*jumping up and down, clapping hands*)


No need to thank anyone for the stars - you earned them! Keep up the good writting.

[Goldilocks]

THANK YOU!!!

Oh, you guys are all so sweet! :blush:

[Gatsby]

amen goldi, whe i get home from school the first thing i do is see if you've posted the next chapter!!
out
gatsby

[Tar-Ancalimë]

same here! post another one!!!

[Gatsby]

great minds think alike tar

[Goldilocks]

Afraid you'll have to wait until tomorrow, 'cause you'll catching up terrible fast to me, and I've only just finished Chapter 9, final draft. Pretty soon, you'll have to wait a week, like everyone else.

[Tar-Ancalimë]

Originally posted by Gatsby
great minds think alike tar

They sure do!!!
:)

Goldi--what if we dont wanna wait?

[Gatsby]

i guess we... cry mecry

[Tar-Ancalimë]

mecry

[Goldilocks]

Unfortunately, I can only write as fast as my brain allows. Otherwise, I fear it shall explode. :o Wouldn't want that to happen. . .

[Gatsby]

correct goldi, take all the time you need, we wouldn't want you to put up anything that isn't quite finished. but don't take too much time of course :)
out
gatsby

[Nessa]

Absolutely, Goldi, take all of the time you need. :grin:

Looking forward to it, but I'm sure we can all wait. Congratulations on the five stars (though I'm not sure what it means) and on the compliment from Orc, he's an excellent writer, and if he says your stuff is good, its good. ;)

[Goldilocks]

Yea! Goodmorning, and I hope you all are in for your daily dose of Mirkwood! Hope you like this chapter!
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CHAPTER VI - RIDDLES IN THE DARK

It was true that none were to blame for Legolas' disappearance, save the orcs. None were to blame, yet, Haldof blamed himself entirely. Through the passing days and nights, alone in the wilderness, his memories consumed him.

He remembered his own words vividly. "We should attack now and charge at them with full force." He also recalled Legolas' cautionary reply. "Nay, that would be leaving our backs to the enemy. They could flank us."

Haldof shook his head. "I asked him to trust me, and I betrayed that. What have I done?"

He had returned to the scene of their battle and discovered that the surviving Orcs had scattered and spread in large groups. At first, he knew not which to follow, and therefore chose randomly. When realizing his error, had to track a new band which led him nowhere again. Despair had begun to set in.

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Yet, it was on the fifth night following the battle that a first glimmer of hope broke its way in through the murky gloom that had fallen over Haldof. He had been resting in the high branches of a tree when the distinct sound of horse hoofs could be heard approaching from the north. He silently slid down the trunk and stood on the lowest branch which afforded the best concealment. Peering out, he saw two white Elven ponies approach with fair Elven riders. It was Tarnil and Galamed. Haldof smiled and his grief lessened. He had not expected to see his two brothers so soon.

The horses stopped under the tree. Galamed dismounted and surveyed the ground. "Orcs have been this way some days past. Alas, I do not know if either Haldof or Legolas were amongst them."

Tarnil merely shook his head in dislike. "We should have followed the other Orc trail."

Suddenly, Galamed felt a rush of wind from behind. Tarnil and he reacted quickly, arming their weapons, only to see Haldof standing beside the trunk of the tree.

"Haldof!" Galamed was quick to embrace him. Tarnil leapt off his steed and joined them.

"We feared we would not find you," Tarnil added when they finally separated.

"I presume it is too much to hope that Legolas is here?" asked Galamed.

Haldof's face grew melancholy once more. "Sadly, it is." He told them of his disappointing efforts to find their brother.

Tarnil nodded. "The goblins have been busy, we have seen. They disbursed far and wide. It is good fortune, indeed, we have met, thus. I fear for Legolas, however."

"Have you been following this Orc trail?" Galamed asked as he knelt once more to the disturbed earth, searching for the faintest sign of Legolas.

"Since yesterday's morn," said Haldof.

Tarnil was eager to step in. "Have you reason to believe that Legolas went this way?"

Haldof's gaze lowered and avoided their eyes. "Nay, truth be told, I have found no evidence of him being taken or slain. Had he escaped, he would have masked his trail as best he could, I believe." He sighed. "I have neither seen nor heard anything that would give me hope to believe that he is still safe."

Tarnil and Galamed were pained at his words. Tarnil was the first to recover from the onslaught of sinking discouragement. He placed a strong hand on his brother's shoulder. "You have borne this pain alone, Haldof, but no more! Hope is not yet lost. Eventide is upon us, therefore let us resume our search tomorrow."

Haldof gazed at him and smiled. "He is much like Father," he mused to himself. The smile quickly faded. "Father! How did he bear this ill news?" he asked.

"Not well," Galamed said. "He worries much, as do all our kin."

Haldof's eyes grew dark; guilt made them so. He feared his father's blame for his most serious ill judgement.

They slept on the ground, near the horses under the shroud of trees and brush. Throughout the night they each took turns with a watch. Haldof was much heartened by his brothers' company.


To be continued. . .:grin:

[Ranger]

Hey I didn't expect an update so soon! Not that I'm complaining of course. Excellent like the other chapters and eagerly awaiting the next*

[Gatsby]

ah, brotherly love
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gatsby

[Tar-Ancalimë]

gee... i feel bad for haldof... but it was his fault...
aw im really getting into the story now. i :loveyou: it

[Gatsby]

i know he feels so bad!! but he shouldn't though, legolas is having the time of his life. leggy should thank him!!
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gatsby

[Tar-Ancalimë]

hee hee so goldi what happens to mithryn?

since obviously theyre not still together...

i know youre gonna tell me i have to wait and see, huh?

[Goldilocks]

You know me so well, Tar! Ain't gunna tell ya!

Gatsby, roflmao You kill me! Legolas should thank him. . .Classic!

This chapter has more twists and turns coming up, that I think people will really like! Am I driving you crazy enough? GOOD! 'Cause you'll have to wait until tomorrow to read it!

Cruel, I am!

(Okay, kinda sounded like Yoda, there. Odd. . .)

[Tar-Ancalimë]

yes cruel art thou

MOREMOREMOREMOREMOREMOREMORE

ok you get the point im sure.

(hey you ARE going to tell us... just not today...right?)

[Gatsby]

crimany goli!! you decide to put up the twisty chapter when i'm not going to be home till late cuz i have play rehearsal, first read through of midsummers nights dream. crimany goldi crimany
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gatsby

[Goldilocks]

Yeah, Tar, if I remember, I might get around to telling you about Mithryn. :grin:

Gatsby, methinkst you like the word "criminy". Still ain't gunna happen, though. You guys have no idea how long it takes me to write this stuff. It takes 1 hour to write a page (and that's when I'm really going), and 2 hours just to fix all my mistakes. My mother thinks I'm loco for writing as fast as