Hey there readers of fanfics! This is a story I wrote a while ago. I have
now revived it for editing and completion due to some lovely people who
know who they are!
Disclaimer: All characters, places and so on in this story do not belong to me! I'm just borrowing them for a while.
Some vague background info is most probably needed, like where in time the story starts. It starts a little after the Siege of Gondor, and the One Ring being destroyed, at the end of The Return Of The King (which, if you haven't read, your missing out!) when All of the Fellowship are going their own ways, Legolas and Gimli together into Fangorn. It was a pretty messy battle, as they go so there were lots of injured Men, Elves, and Dwarfs to be found and tended to. I am now saying too much so I'll stop writing this and get on with the story!
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Encoriel was in trouble. She didn't know it yet, but she was. Walking slowly round the borders of the forest of Fangorn, she was looking for the injured. Elves, Men, Dwarfs, Horses. The many sufferers of the Battle Now Won. Concentration showed on her fair elven face, eyes bright and sparkling, seeming to pierce the gloom of the soon-becoming night as she looked for any left behind, hidden, dying, lost. Of course, many had already looked, Encoriel included, but they couldn't risk missing a poor, brave soldier. Her elven eyes were good for this, she could see far clearer in the dark than any other non-elven maidens. She had ridden out from her home, the Realm of Palewood to help with the task.
Despite the Battle being won, it was still not safe. Bands of loose orcs, leaderless, desperate still lurked all around the deep, dark forest Fangorn. It was not safe, though the number of remaining orcs was dwindling as the days wore on. Encoriel wore a long, slender elven blade sheathed around her waist and a smaller knife concealed within her cloak. The slight wind whistled through the trees, it seemed to threaten her. She drew her thick grey cloak around herself as the wind started to pick up slightly, talking in still more menacing tones. She was a wood-elf, usually so at home in the forest, but this particular forest set her nerves on end. The wind grew still more, whipping her loose blonde hair around her face. She reached up to bind it, wrapping a piece of twine round it, in a way usually not favoured by elf-maidens, but by the He-elves, who, for some reason or other needed to keep their flowing locks out of the way. She sighed and drew up the hood of her cloak, like a shroud of mist around her slender elven frame.
She suddenly halted, her ears pricked and straining for the faint round she had just heard, over the menacing wind. It came again, from inside Fangorn, a soft rustling like a creature stirring in the leaves. She crept softly in, defying the menacing words the wind was throwing at her.
"Hello?" she called out softly into the gloom of the night "who stirs hither?" No reply was made, save another slight rustle, closer this time. Defying this time her own senses warning her to fly, she ventured in farther until Fangorn had enveloped her, and the trees were dense all around. She softly called out again, her words lingering around the trees. The wind had ceased. In it's place was another slow rustle, then the crunching of leaves coming towards her. She held her ground, despite the warning in her heart, and moments later, really wished she'd followed through that wish to fly.
A group of a dozen Orcs came out to her, surprisingly light-footed, but casting fear deep in her breast. She started to back slowly off, her hand on the hilt of her sword, with the orcs closing in around her. Drawing her sword, she mustered her courage and the clearest voice she could and cried out;
"Get back, I have the means but not the wish to kill many of you!"
the orcs laughed cruelly and stepped closer until the largest stood directly infront of her. she backed away, until her back was against a tree. the largest advanced a little more, until he stood directly infront of her and she could smell his foul odour
"You are a liar and a coward!" He hissed. The others sniggered and closed in still farther. "The elven folk such as yourself always have the wish to do away with out kind!"
"I am on a mission of peace" Encoriel replied, trying to hold her wavering voice together. "I am looking for naught but injured warriors!"
The Orc laughed coldly and replied in a cold, sarcastic tone; "Then why, prey tell, do you yield a sword?"
Encoriel tried to fly as the orcs came forward, but stumbled over one of the foreboding tree-roots and fell backwards to the ground. stumbling to her feet as the orcs, cruel knifes drawn advanced, leering like a trapper to a cornered fox. Encoriel slashed blindly out with her sword, catching the leading Orc a glancing blow to his mutilated, grotesque arm. This set him off. he could hell that her skill with blade was none too great and he pounced on her, knocking her to the forest floor with a strong stroke across her shoulder, throwing her off balance. Despite the searing pain, Encoriel stumbled to her feet, rushing forward to be dealt another blow, this time by fist to her face. As she fell unconscious to the ground, the moment seemed to last forever. Her hearing sharpened and she noticed every last detail of every last leaf as if it was high noon, not dusk. before her vision clouded over she struck out one last time with her sword. This time her aim was true. Her last strength proved enough to cut the throat of the Orc, as her crumpling form hit the ground.
She had no knowledge of what happened for a good while after. She did not know of the orcs arguing over what to do with her. they had just feasted on the decaying flesh of another and had no wish for another meal, even if it was a good deal fresher. In the end It was decided to take her with them, their hunched, mutilated bodies still up to carrying more than her weight. they decided to keep her alive so she would be fresh when they were hungry, besides, they still had to pay her back for the death of one of their kind, not that they really held with such things as loyalty, but sport was sport. They carried her a good many miles into the forest, destruction in their path- they had no cares for the forest. They carried her through until they drew close to the Misty Mountains, where they were heading for refuge. There they stopped for a meal.
Encoriel, who was now awake but tired from the march (when she wakened they made her walk) and suffering from the bites of cruel whips whenever she slowed or stumbled knew her time was running short. her hands were bound behind her back, her sword gone and only her knife to protect herself, which the orcs didn't know about. While they thought about killing her, she thought of ways to free her hands. She looked desperately all around until her tear bleary eyes fell apon a sharp rock. She knew fleeing was futile without her hands, so she cautiously crawled over to it- the guard-Orc more interested in the argument breaking out. She pulled the tight rope binding her over the jagged rock over and over again, until it started to give around her weary raw wrists. She was not used to such things. her mind went back to her life in the Palewood Realm where she was of a High Family. She was a Lady no less, though she seldom acted it. She was very fair but held no lovers, always yearning for adventure and to help others, which was the reason she travelled from Palewood, but now she was wishing to be back in her own, safe land.
She was suddenly jerked back to her present situation, now about to change, by two things; the fraying and snapping of the bindings around her wrists, and a sudden ambush of the orcs (and Encoriel herself) by a large party of dwarfs, dressed for battle.
It is now time we travel back a bit, and away from Encoriel- to Legolas and Gimli. The Elf and Dwarf together, as planned had explored Fangorn together and were now on their way back to the Misty Mountains, Where they hoped to journey more together. They sat together resting their backs against some trees, looking on to the path ahead
"If we are indeed to pass over the mountains" said Gimli "we must pass through the Mines of Gorendor, where dwells my kinsman Garin!"
"Alas!" Cried Legolas, his clear, fair voice sparkling with amusement at his companion. "I fear you mean the same sort welcome we received in the mines of Moria, where your kinsmen also dwelt!"
"Most certainly not!" Started the dwarf in outrage "Garin and his kinsfolk are as alive as you and I, and their mines run much less deep and perilous, yet still with great beauty to be wondered at!" Seeing the sparkle in his friends fair elven he carried on "You will no doubt find it much lighter and more welcoming of there woods you love so much" He jested.
"We shall see, my friend, we shall-.." Legolas fair voice suddenly halted. He leapt to his feet, eyes alert, hand on bow. "there is a party travelling ahead." he said softly "Of about twenty."
"Orcs?" Queried Gimli, also on his feet and gazing the same way, but seeing nothing in the shade of the trees
"I cannot say, they are too far" The elf and dwarf had slain many an Orc in the woods, they were always on the lookout for the threat of more. "we must follow" Whispered Legolas. The dwarf nodded in reply, and with stealth and speed they hastened through the trees.
As they drew nearer, it became apparent that the party was that of dwarfs, none other than Gimli's kinsmen! They approached the dwarfs from out of sight, as they seemed to be hunting and would no doubt shoot them by accident. Gimli called out, and, sure enough the dwarfs turned o their heels and sever arrows whizzed passed them. Legolas laughed and Gimli smiled as a dwarf came forward.
"State who you are and what is your purpose... be ye friend or foe?" He cried.
"Who I am you should know, though it has been many a year since our last meeting, Garin, son of Gallor!" cried out Gimli, emerging with Legolas from the trees. "I am Gimli son of Golin, your kinsman!" Gimli and Legolas walked forward to the dwarfs, who looked apon Gimli with recognition and trust, but Legolas with suspicion.
"We do indeed now you Gimli son of Golin, but your companion we are not familiar with." stated a dwarf, taking in Legolas' fair features, blond hair braided and hanging long and neat and elegant ways. "We are not friendly with elves around here, What brings him this way?"
"He can talk for himself." Replied Legolas, tall and proud. "I am a long time companion of Gimli. We have travelled far together and got along, so I see no reason to be treated with such mistrust. I am Legolas of Mirkwood, friend of dwarfs, not enemy."
The dwarfs looked at Gimli for verification, which was give in a slight not, and eyes full of mirth.
"Then I welcome you both to our midst's!" cried Garin, bowing low. Together, the dwarfs and elf walked in the trees, and exchanged stories. Gimli and Legolas told all that had happened to them and Garin told of the mines and welcomed them to stay. He introduced some of the other dwarfs, including Lord of the Mines, Grundin who was the uncle of Garin, and a rather stubborn dwarf, who still looked apon Legolas with pronounced mistrust. Garin told them they were hunting orcs spotted nearby, and many had already tried to attack the mines. As they talked quietly, Legolas suddenly halted their words.
" If you are hunting a party of orcs, look hither!" he whispered, gesturing to the left of the track where, in the shade of the trees, even the dwarfs could see (and hear) the orcs arguing amongst the trees. The dwarfs and Legolas armed them selves and stalked closer, making ready to attack.
The fight did not last long, the Orcs were swiftly surrounded and slaughtered, and, though they did have time to slash at the Dwarfs, no serious wounds were had and no Orcs escaped.... but, as they withdrew to look around, they saw a dark-cloaked shape fleeing, weapon glinting in hand. The dwarfs took chase of the figure who was, of course, Encoriel, not that they were to know, and cornered it. It gave fight, injuring some dwarfs, including Grundin, Lord of the mines, but sustaining more its self when it was caught off guard and delivered a blow that knocked it to the ground, (once again) unconscious, where Garin, he himself cut by the creature was about to deliver a final stroke, when Legolas cried out "I beg you, my good dwarf, to stop! My heard fears all is not right!" The dwarf hesitated and Legolas ran out to Encoriel.
He looked down at the hooded, cloaked bundle and wondered why his heart jolted at the sight of it about to be killed. It was most unlike him! Gently, he pulled down the hood to reveal what he saw as a warrior, cut and bruised, the mysterious elf-warrior looked terrible, The warriors hair was tied up hastily but escaping from the twine that held it in the warrior- style place. Legolas could tell nothing of it, but that it was an elf, a scared, cornered, injured elf done fore sudden battle. The new elf's face was so dirty and covered in bruises and cuts Legolas had no idea what he looked like. His heart was filled with pity.
"We must kill him, elf or no." Spoke Grundin. "He still attacked us. He is an enemy"
" I think not!" Replied Legolas "He looks to me like a prisoner" He has been severely beaten but his style is that of a warrior" Legolas gently pulled aside the strange elf's cloak to reveal raw, bloody wrists. "I am right!" Cried Legolas "He has been bound! I prey of you, good Grundin, do not kill him! he fought bravely against one he thought the enemy, as any of you would no doubt have done in his position! Take him back to your hospitable mine and doctor him as you would an injured warrior of your on!"
Dwarfs are stubborn creatures, as is shown here, when Grundin replied "If you willst not let me slay him, Master Legolas, you can not persuade me to take him as a guest! an enemy in my own home! He has a choice that it seems you must make for him: Leave him here or take him to the mines, but as a prisoner!"
Legolas was aghast! "But out here he would surely die, but no It would be no life as a prisoner! If taken back, what should happen to him good master dwarf, prey tell?"
The dwarf thought and replied "He would be kept in the dungeons, though fed and doctored, but would not be released as you are hoping!" An idea suddenly struck him; "In fact I will let you tend to him while you stay in the mine! As long as he was not released nor be given a chance where any dwarf could be hurt!"
Legolas thought of this, and sighed. "I must then agree to him being taken prisoner, as my heart tells me it would be wrong for him to die. I will catty him then." Gently, Legolas Picked up Encoriel, or the brave he-elf warrior he thought and bore her out of the forest, towards the mine, and for Encoriel, her prison.
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Wow. I'm sorry that was so crap! I swear it will get better! This was written a while ago so now it's my duty to finish it! Please review! I do love to receive them (especially if you write yourself- I love to read!) This is for my silent reviewer- You know who you are! One last thing- is there any lovely person out there who could possibly beta read-for me??? (as you can possibly tell(!) I'm useless and never read over my own work! Please please please! I need help! If you like this- please review and I'll get the next chapter out. I'm being evil… chapter two and three are already done and ready to be posted so it's up to you! Ta ta.. For now…
Disclaimer: All characters, places and so on in this story do not belong to me! I'm just borrowing them for a while.
Some vague background info is most probably needed, like where in time the story starts. It starts a little after the Siege of Gondor, and the One Ring being destroyed, at the end of The Return Of The King (which, if you haven't read, your missing out!) when All of the Fellowship are going their own ways, Legolas and Gimli together into Fangorn. It was a pretty messy battle, as they go so there were lots of injured Men, Elves, and Dwarfs to be found and tended to. I am now saying too much so I'll stop writing this and get on with the story!
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Encoriel was in trouble. She didn't know it yet, but she was. Walking slowly round the borders of the forest of Fangorn, she was looking for the injured. Elves, Men, Dwarfs, Horses. The many sufferers of the Battle Now Won. Concentration showed on her fair elven face, eyes bright and sparkling, seeming to pierce the gloom of the soon-becoming night as she looked for any left behind, hidden, dying, lost. Of course, many had already looked, Encoriel included, but they couldn't risk missing a poor, brave soldier. Her elven eyes were good for this, she could see far clearer in the dark than any other non-elven maidens. She had ridden out from her home, the Realm of Palewood to help with the task.
Despite the Battle being won, it was still not safe. Bands of loose orcs, leaderless, desperate still lurked all around the deep, dark forest Fangorn. It was not safe, though the number of remaining orcs was dwindling as the days wore on. Encoriel wore a long, slender elven blade sheathed around her waist and a smaller knife concealed within her cloak. The slight wind whistled through the trees, it seemed to threaten her. She drew her thick grey cloak around herself as the wind started to pick up slightly, talking in still more menacing tones. She was a wood-elf, usually so at home in the forest, but this particular forest set her nerves on end. The wind grew still more, whipping her loose blonde hair around her face. She reached up to bind it, wrapping a piece of twine round it, in a way usually not favoured by elf-maidens, but by the He-elves, who, for some reason or other needed to keep their flowing locks out of the way. She sighed and drew up the hood of her cloak, like a shroud of mist around her slender elven frame.
She suddenly halted, her ears pricked and straining for the faint round she had just heard, over the menacing wind. It came again, from inside Fangorn, a soft rustling like a creature stirring in the leaves. She crept softly in, defying the menacing words the wind was throwing at her.
"Hello?" she called out softly into the gloom of the night "who stirs hither?" No reply was made, save another slight rustle, closer this time. Defying this time her own senses warning her to fly, she ventured in farther until Fangorn had enveloped her, and the trees were dense all around. She softly called out again, her words lingering around the trees. The wind had ceased. In it's place was another slow rustle, then the crunching of leaves coming towards her. She held her ground, despite the warning in her heart, and moments later, really wished she'd followed through that wish to fly.
A group of a dozen Orcs came out to her, surprisingly light-footed, but casting fear deep in her breast. She started to back slowly off, her hand on the hilt of her sword, with the orcs closing in around her. Drawing her sword, she mustered her courage and the clearest voice she could and cried out;
"Get back, I have the means but not the wish to kill many of you!"
the orcs laughed cruelly and stepped closer until the largest stood directly infront of her. she backed away, until her back was against a tree. the largest advanced a little more, until he stood directly infront of her and she could smell his foul odour
"You are a liar and a coward!" He hissed. The others sniggered and closed in still farther. "The elven folk such as yourself always have the wish to do away with out kind!"
"I am on a mission of peace" Encoriel replied, trying to hold her wavering voice together. "I am looking for naught but injured warriors!"
The Orc laughed coldly and replied in a cold, sarcastic tone; "Then why, prey tell, do you yield a sword?"
Encoriel tried to fly as the orcs came forward, but stumbled over one of the foreboding tree-roots and fell backwards to the ground. stumbling to her feet as the orcs, cruel knifes drawn advanced, leering like a trapper to a cornered fox. Encoriel slashed blindly out with her sword, catching the leading Orc a glancing blow to his mutilated, grotesque arm. This set him off. he could hell that her skill with blade was none too great and he pounced on her, knocking her to the forest floor with a strong stroke across her shoulder, throwing her off balance. Despite the searing pain, Encoriel stumbled to her feet, rushing forward to be dealt another blow, this time by fist to her face. As she fell unconscious to the ground, the moment seemed to last forever. Her hearing sharpened and she noticed every last detail of every last leaf as if it was high noon, not dusk. before her vision clouded over she struck out one last time with her sword. This time her aim was true. Her last strength proved enough to cut the throat of the Orc, as her crumpling form hit the ground.
She had no knowledge of what happened for a good while after. She did not know of the orcs arguing over what to do with her. they had just feasted on the decaying flesh of another and had no wish for another meal, even if it was a good deal fresher. In the end It was decided to take her with them, their hunched, mutilated bodies still up to carrying more than her weight. they decided to keep her alive so she would be fresh when they were hungry, besides, they still had to pay her back for the death of one of their kind, not that they really held with such things as loyalty, but sport was sport. They carried her a good many miles into the forest, destruction in their path- they had no cares for the forest. They carried her through until they drew close to the Misty Mountains, where they were heading for refuge. There they stopped for a meal.
Encoriel, who was now awake but tired from the march (when she wakened they made her walk) and suffering from the bites of cruel whips whenever she slowed or stumbled knew her time was running short. her hands were bound behind her back, her sword gone and only her knife to protect herself, which the orcs didn't know about. While they thought about killing her, she thought of ways to free her hands. She looked desperately all around until her tear bleary eyes fell apon a sharp rock. She knew fleeing was futile without her hands, so she cautiously crawled over to it- the guard-Orc more interested in the argument breaking out. She pulled the tight rope binding her over the jagged rock over and over again, until it started to give around her weary raw wrists. She was not used to such things. her mind went back to her life in the Palewood Realm where she was of a High Family. She was a Lady no less, though she seldom acted it. She was very fair but held no lovers, always yearning for adventure and to help others, which was the reason she travelled from Palewood, but now she was wishing to be back in her own, safe land.
She was suddenly jerked back to her present situation, now about to change, by two things; the fraying and snapping of the bindings around her wrists, and a sudden ambush of the orcs (and Encoriel herself) by a large party of dwarfs, dressed for battle.
It is now time we travel back a bit, and away from Encoriel- to Legolas and Gimli. The Elf and Dwarf together, as planned had explored Fangorn together and were now on their way back to the Misty Mountains, Where they hoped to journey more together. They sat together resting their backs against some trees, looking on to the path ahead
"If we are indeed to pass over the mountains" said Gimli "we must pass through the Mines of Gorendor, where dwells my kinsman Garin!"
"Alas!" Cried Legolas, his clear, fair voice sparkling with amusement at his companion. "I fear you mean the same sort welcome we received in the mines of Moria, where your kinsmen also dwelt!"
"Most certainly not!" Started the dwarf in outrage "Garin and his kinsfolk are as alive as you and I, and their mines run much less deep and perilous, yet still with great beauty to be wondered at!" Seeing the sparkle in his friends fair elven he carried on "You will no doubt find it much lighter and more welcoming of there woods you love so much" He jested.
"We shall see, my friend, we shall-.." Legolas fair voice suddenly halted. He leapt to his feet, eyes alert, hand on bow. "there is a party travelling ahead." he said softly "Of about twenty."
"Orcs?" Queried Gimli, also on his feet and gazing the same way, but seeing nothing in the shade of the trees
"I cannot say, they are too far" The elf and dwarf had slain many an Orc in the woods, they were always on the lookout for the threat of more. "we must follow" Whispered Legolas. The dwarf nodded in reply, and with stealth and speed they hastened through the trees.
As they drew nearer, it became apparent that the party was that of dwarfs, none other than Gimli's kinsmen! They approached the dwarfs from out of sight, as they seemed to be hunting and would no doubt shoot them by accident. Gimli called out, and, sure enough the dwarfs turned o their heels and sever arrows whizzed passed them. Legolas laughed and Gimli smiled as a dwarf came forward.
"State who you are and what is your purpose... be ye friend or foe?" He cried.
"Who I am you should know, though it has been many a year since our last meeting, Garin, son of Gallor!" cried out Gimli, emerging with Legolas from the trees. "I am Gimli son of Golin, your kinsman!" Gimli and Legolas walked forward to the dwarfs, who looked apon Gimli with recognition and trust, but Legolas with suspicion.
"We do indeed now you Gimli son of Golin, but your companion we are not familiar with." stated a dwarf, taking in Legolas' fair features, blond hair braided and hanging long and neat and elegant ways. "We are not friendly with elves around here, What brings him this way?"
"He can talk for himself." Replied Legolas, tall and proud. "I am a long time companion of Gimli. We have travelled far together and got along, so I see no reason to be treated with such mistrust. I am Legolas of Mirkwood, friend of dwarfs, not enemy."
The dwarfs looked at Gimli for verification, which was give in a slight not, and eyes full of mirth.
"Then I welcome you both to our midst's!" cried Garin, bowing low. Together, the dwarfs and elf walked in the trees, and exchanged stories. Gimli and Legolas told all that had happened to them and Garin told of the mines and welcomed them to stay. He introduced some of the other dwarfs, including Lord of the Mines, Grundin who was the uncle of Garin, and a rather stubborn dwarf, who still looked apon Legolas with pronounced mistrust. Garin told them they were hunting orcs spotted nearby, and many had already tried to attack the mines. As they talked quietly, Legolas suddenly halted their words.
" If you are hunting a party of orcs, look hither!" he whispered, gesturing to the left of the track where, in the shade of the trees, even the dwarfs could see (and hear) the orcs arguing amongst the trees. The dwarfs and Legolas armed them selves and stalked closer, making ready to attack.
The fight did not last long, the Orcs were swiftly surrounded and slaughtered, and, though they did have time to slash at the Dwarfs, no serious wounds were had and no Orcs escaped.... but, as they withdrew to look around, they saw a dark-cloaked shape fleeing, weapon glinting in hand. The dwarfs took chase of the figure who was, of course, Encoriel, not that they were to know, and cornered it. It gave fight, injuring some dwarfs, including Grundin, Lord of the mines, but sustaining more its self when it was caught off guard and delivered a blow that knocked it to the ground, (once again) unconscious, where Garin, he himself cut by the creature was about to deliver a final stroke, when Legolas cried out "I beg you, my good dwarf, to stop! My heard fears all is not right!" The dwarf hesitated and Legolas ran out to Encoriel.
He looked down at the hooded, cloaked bundle and wondered why his heart jolted at the sight of it about to be killed. It was most unlike him! Gently, he pulled down the hood to reveal what he saw as a warrior, cut and bruised, the mysterious elf-warrior looked terrible, The warriors hair was tied up hastily but escaping from the twine that held it in the warrior- style place. Legolas could tell nothing of it, but that it was an elf, a scared, cornered, injured elf done fore sudden battle. The new elf's face was so dirty and covered in bruises and cuts Legolas had no idea what he looked like. His heart was filled with pity.
"We must kill him, elf or no." Spoke Grundin. "He still attacked us. He is an enemy"
" I think not!" Replied Legolas "He looks to me like a prisoner" He has been severely beaten but his style is that of a warrior" Legolas gently pulled aside the strange elf's cloak to reveal raw, bloody wrists. "I am right!" Cried Legolas "He has been bound! I prey of you, good Grundin, do not kill him! he fought bravely against one he thought the enemy, as any of you would no doubt have done in his position! Take him back to your hospitable mine and doctor him as you would an injured warrior of your on!"
Dwarfs are stubborn creatures, as is shown here, when Grundin replied "If you willst not let me slay him, Master Legolas, you can not persuade me to take him as a guest! an enemy in my own home! He has a choice that it seems you must make for him: Leave him here or take him to the mines, but as a prisoner!"
Legolas was aghast! "But out here he would surely die, but no It would be no life as a prisoner! If taken back, what should happen to him good master dwarf, prey tell?"
The dwarf thought and replied "He would be kept in the dungeons, though fed and doctored, but would not be released as you are hoping!" An idea suddenly struck him; "In fact I will let you tend to him while you stay in the mine! As long as he was not released nor be given a chance where any dwarf could be hurt!"
Legolas thought of this, and sighed. "I must then agree to him being taken prisoner, as my heart tells me it would be wrong for him to die. I will catty him then." Gently, Legolas Picked up Encoriel, or the brave he-elf warrior he thought and bore her out of the forest, towards the mine, and for Encoriel, her prison.
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Wow. I'm sorry that was so crap! I swear it will get better! This was written a while ago so now it's my duty to finish it! Please review! I do love to receive them (especially if you write yourself- I love to read!) This is for my silent reviewer- You know who you are! One last thing- is there any lovely person out there who could possibly beta read-for me??? (as you can possibly tell(!) I'm useless and never read over my own work! Please please please! I need help! If you like this- please review and I'll get the next chapter out. I'm being evil… chapter two and three are already done and ready to be posted so it's up to you! Ta ta.. For now…