Title: The Dark Elf.
Author: Beth Brownell.
Feedback: Constructive criticism is very much desired. But flamers' remarks are not.
Archive: Archive is okay, if you ask me first.
Rating: PG13.
Pairing(s): Boromir and Aurwen Mordauriel AKA Aurwen, of the Dark Woods.
Main Character(s): The members of The Fellowship, Elrond and Aurwen, my new character.
Summary: A female elf is included in the Fellowship. It's not the normal type of female Elf.
Notes: The story idea came from the movie and the character Aurwen from my dreams and the story plot is from the movie version which I have added a few things to. This is from the movie version of the book itself. So please don't gripe at me for not writing a fanfiction story that isn't really dealing with the book itself. I will repeat this is a fanfiction story of the movie version of the book not the book itself or doing things that would make the canon characters act differently! And yes, I have read the book many times as you will find that I will put what happens in the book in the story! The song that Aurwen sings is from the movie 'Princess Mononoke' as it seemed to be the best song for someone who wields a bow like she does.
Disclaimer: I'm borrowing the characters and the whole storyline for a short time. No harm will come to them. Please don't accuse me of trying to harm them. Many thanks go out to all my beta readers for reading this story.
The Dark Elf.
The blond haired elf sat calm in his room waiting for his servant to finish braiding the two locks of his hair in the back as it was for all Elves to wear their hair in such a way. The elf had his silver tunic on and was fumbling with a cord when the sounds of a small troop of horses came rolling into his quarters. The two elves headed for the balcony where they saw a small group of riders barely stopped before one of the riders leapt off the back of the horse and rushed up the steps to speak with his father.
"Come, my lord, perhaps your father will tell you what's wrong?" asked the servant.
He turned and nodded as he hurried out of the room to his father's library. Just as he came into the room; he noticed that the advisor was there speaking with his father.
"Legolas, come forth. Just received a scroll from Lord Elrond from Rivendell, he says that they are convening a council to discuss something very important. I do not know what he means something very important to all elves." King Thranduil said, handing him the scroll. "Read what it says and tell me what you think."
"Lord Elrond rarely sends out a scroll to meet with his fellow elves, father. Something must be quite serious for him to send one out to us?" Legolas said before he turned to the scroll and started to read it.
A few minutes later, Legolas went to where all the other books were at and searched for something before placing the scroll down. His father and his advisor looked at him oddly.
"I think someone should go to represent the Mirkwood elves if what this symbol means is what I fear it means, we all will be in a fight for our very lives," spoke Legolas.
"Go and see your mother. I need to speak with my advisor about this, son," said Thranduil.
Legolas bowed and walked out of the room.
"He's the one who should go; my liege. He'll be perfect candidate for such a journey and besides, he'll be able to see Lady Arwen again and maybe be able to get a promise of marriage out of her," spoke the advisor.
"This meeting he said would take no more than five days. Do you think that will give him enough time to get a promise out of her about marriage, advisor?" asked Thranduil.
"Yes, plenty of time as she loves your son," said the advisor.
Thranduil nodded as he picked up a small bell and rang it.
A knock was heard, and the soft padded sound of shoes on the rug.
"Yes, my lord?"
"Summon my son and my wife. I want a few guards to go with my son on a very dangerous journey to Rivendell. He should be armed with his weapons of choice."
"As you command, my lord," The servant went out of the room.
"This is a very dangerous journey, son, to get to Rivendell. Ride as fast and as hard as you can. The Orcs have been spotted near our borders."
"We will ride as fast as our horses can go, father," Legolas stated.
"Then, with their speed you should be there within a week," said Thranduil.
"I'll be back as soon as I am able to, mother...father," said Legolas, as he swung his bow onto his back and gazed towards his father.
"Send word if this meeting will take you longer than the five days Lord Elrond stated in his message, Legolas," said Thranduil.
"I will as soon as I am able to father," replied Legolas, as he tilted his head down to his father and mother.
His mother, with hair the color of his prize palomino mare placed her hand on his head and spoke, "You have the blessing of Mirkwood. Be safe on your journey, Legolas. If you are need of our help, just send word and we shall send our best warriors to aid you."
"Thank you, mother," Legolas said, and then he turned and ran down the steps, leapt onto the back of his horse and knowing if he tarried longer he would not have the strength to leave his parents. Half way down to the road, however, he stopped his horse to turn back and cried out, "I love you both! Namarie,"
In a field at the most northern edge of the forest of Mirkwood, stood a long line of fair beings, all aiming at the targets at the far end of the field. But one of the elves stepped forth and requested the targets be moved even further than where it was placed at. The other elves nodded in agreement as the targets moved further back making it more of a challenge for them all to get an arrow in the middle of the target. The elf appointed judge lowered his arm and a volley of arrows shot through the blue sky, into the targets. The adjudicator ran to the targets and shouted over to the elf whose arrow had hit the target dead center.
"Looks like you were the only one to hit the bull's eye at that range this time around, Aurwen. You have proven yourself to be as fine a shot as any male elf, even though you be female." The judge looked at the red-haired elf, dressed conspicuously like a male in lightly tanned breeches and tunic. "The Mark will be placed upon your shoulder now."
The male elves glared at her as they walked off the archery field; grumbling about how wrong it was for a female to want to learn how to handle a bow when she should be concerning themselves with more feminine pursuits. Aurwen watched as they depart the field; an elf stood behind her holding a hot brand. Aurwen gritted her teeth as the brand was placed on her bare skin. A few moments later, a cloth coated in water washed the blood away but the pain was still evident in her left shoulder. She walked towards the runners who had collected her arrows for her.
Suddenly a group of five black-cloaked riders appeared, racing into the open area. Tables splintered, pieces scattering, causing the spectators of female and younger elves to scattered like scared animals. In an instant, Aurwen knew her people were terrified. Enraged, by the appearance of these riders, she ran towards them.
"Heca, Mori Roqueni! Avá tarasta emme yonta! (Begone, black riders! Bother us no more!)" Aurwen yelled, trying to keep her fear of them from coming out but her voice could not hide it.
The riders stopped and turned to look at her. She realized she would have to fight, so pulled out her bow and notched an arrow in it firing in succession of three at the riders, of which her aim was true.
One of them raced towards her with his hand outstretched. Aurwen's arrows all missed him as he pulled his horse up and slammed his metal-clad hand into her head, knocking her down.
Knowing that she had to move, she did so but too slow, seeing the great black horse beside her, she then felt a sharp pain in her head making her collapse to the ground. The last thing she saw before she lost consciousness was a black hand reaching down towards her.
Next chapter will come soon.