Chapter one
Note: this is my first fanfiction. I hope you like it. Everything that is written this way, is written in Atariël's diary.
Disclaimer: nothing of Lord of the Rings is mine. Atariël is a character I've made up.
Another normal day in the House of Healing. I didn't have to do much. The last month has been very quiet. The prince hasn't been visiting me anymore. I heard from one of the maids that he is gone to Imladris. Pity, he always came to visit me at least once a week, asking things about the art of healing. We are the same age. Not exactly, he is 4 years older than me.(note: elven years). I probably wrote this before. But I don't know anything else to write about. Tomorrow I've got a day off. Maybe I'll visit one of my friends. I'll stop writing, because this is all very boring.
Love, Atariël.
"Elladan, Elrohir where are you?" Nobody answered. A long blonde elf walked through the woods of Imladris. Somebody touched the elf his shoulder. Startled he looked back.
"Here we are!" Elrohir said with a smile on his face. "Come we have to go," Legolas said, "I should have been back in the palace today." All three of them mounted their horse and started riding.
It was quiet in the woods. All you could hear were the birds. In the trees and the sky, happily singing. The twins and the prince had no clue of what terrible thing would happen later that week.
"Tell me where you to were gone to?" Legolas asked the brothers. "We just wanted to have fun," Elladan answered. "And see how you would react when you found us gone," Elrohir finished his brother's sentence. A little smile appeared on Legolas' face. The twins always tried to trick him. "I should have known," he said.
The day was passing by slowly. Legolas had always been good friends with Elladan and Elrohir. Although they sometimes had a fight when they were younger. "How is Arwen doing?" he asked. "She wrote a letter two weeks ago. You know why?" "Why should I know what your sister writes about to you?" he asked with a very puzzled look on his face.
The brothers both smiled. "Come on you can tell me," Legolas said, "you two made me curious." "Arwen is pregnant," Elrohir finally answered after a long silent moment. "Really!?" Legolas exclaimed. "Yes, I'm not telling lies." "That is great for Arwen and Aragorn." "We weren't supposed to tell anyone yet, so could you please tell nobody," Elladan asked, "Arwen or Aragorn will send you a letter too." "I won't say a word," Legolas promised.
The night fell. It was getting darker and the twins and Legolas stopped to get some sleep. Legolas didn't sleep very well. He woke a couple of times and he had strange dreams. It were flashed of light and he could see people, but didn't understand what was going on in his dreams.
When the twins finally woke up Legolas was already awake for hours. Elladan looked at Legolas and immediately saw that something was wrong. "Legolas didn't you get some sleep?" Legolas yawned and answered: "not really, I had very strange dreams. More flashes than dreams." "Do you want to rest before we go off again?" "No, we can go."
At noon they had passed the mountains. "Finally open fields," Elrohir said, "I don't like mountains." "And now we can ride very fast," Elladan exclaimed and started galloping. The other two followed him. The three of them were happy. They didn't have to care for anything but themselves. They were free.
Atariël sat in her room looking out off the window. She didn't go to her friends, because it could start raining any moment. The sky got darker. Not dark blue, but black, grey. All of a sudden she saw a flash off light, bright yellow light and in that very same moment it began to rain.
Thunder and rain, how nice, Atariël thought. She hated it!
Atariël had a feeling. A feeling that something was wrong. She didn't feel comfortable and so she left her room. She walked to the House of Healing to see if there was something she could do.
When she entered the House of Healing she saw king Thranduil. "My lord what brings you here?" she asked. "Nothing serious, I've only got a headache and I needed some herbs. "I'll get them for you, my lord," she quickly said.
The king waited in the long corridor. Candles and torches had been lit. The evening was falling into night. "Here you are, my lord." "Thank you, Atariël," he said and he left.
Atariël got back to her room. There was nothing she could do in the House of Healing. She took her diary out of a small box. It was old and the pages began to get yellow. She has been writing in diaries since her childhood. Her mother had given a diary to her, two years before she died. At that time she wrote a lot. Now she did not even wrote a whole page. I was more a habit than something she really loved to do. But her mother had once told her when she was very old she would be glad that she had written all those years of good memories.
The weather was very bad, the sky looked black and grey instead of blue. It scares me. I've got a strange feeling. I do not know what it means, but I'm sure it does have one. I'm trying to get some sleep and hope that the weather will be better tomorrow. I'm trying to get some sleep and hope that the weather will be better tomorrow.
Love, Atariël
At the end of the day they reached Mirkwood. But they weren't home yet. That would a least take another day of riding. If nothing came on their path.
Sleep well they said to each other and they all closed their eyes. Legolas had the feeling he only got more tired than he already was. All the energy left his body, but still he could not sleep.
Please Review !!
Note: this is my first fanfiction. I hope you like it. Everything that is written this way, is written in Atariël's diary.
Disclaimer: nothing of Lord of the Rings is mine. Atariël is a character I've made up.
Another normal day in the House of Healing. I didn't have to do much. The last month has been very quiet. The prince hasn't been visiting me anymore. I heard from one of the maids that he is gone to Imladris. Pity, he always came to visit me at least once a week, asking things about the art of healing. We are the same age. Not exactly, he is 4 years older than me.(note: elven years). I probably wrote this before. But I don't know anything else to write about. Tomorrow I've got a day off. Maybe I'll visit one of my friends. I'll stop writing, because this is all very boring.
Love, Atariël.
"Elladan, Elrohir where are you?" Nobody answered. A long blonde elf walked through the woods of Imladris. Somebody touched the elf his shoulder. Startled he looked back.
"Here we are!" Elrohir said with a smile on his face. "Come we have to go," Legolas said, "I should have been back in the palace today." All three of them mounted their horse and started riding.
It was quiet in the woods. All you could hear were the birds. In the trees and the sky, happily singing. The twins and the prince had no clue of what terrible thing would happen later that week.
"Tell me where you to were gone to?" Legolas asked the brothers. "We just wanted to have fun," Elladan answered. "And see how you would react when you found us gone," Elrohir finished his brother's sentence. A little smile appeared on Legolas' face. The twins always tried to trick him. "I should have known," he said.
The day was passing by slowly. Legolas had always been good friends with Elladan and Elrohir. Although they sometimes had a fight when they were younger. "How is Arwen doing?" he asked. "She wrote a letter two weeks ago. You know why?" "Why should I know what your sister writes about to you?" he asked with a very puzzled look on his face.
The brothers both smiled. "Come on you can tell me," Legolas said, "you two made me curious." "Arwen is pregnant," Elrohir finally answered after a long silent moment. "Really!?" Legolas exclaimed. "Yes, I'm not telling lies." "That is great for Arwen and Aragorn." "We weren't supposed to tell anyone yet, so could you please tell nobody," Elladan asked, "Arwen or Aragorn will send you a letter too." "I won't say a word," Legolas promised.
The night fell. It was getting darker and the twins and Legolas stopped to get some sleep. Legolas didn't sleep very well. He woke a couple of times and he had strange dreams. It were flashed of light and he could see people, but didn't understand what was going on in his dreams.
When the twins finally woke up Legolas was already awake for hours. Elladan looked at Legolas and immediately saw that something was wrong. "Legolas didn't you get some sleep?" Legolas yawned and answered: "not really, I had very strange dreams. More flashes than dreams." "Do you want to rest before we go off again?" "No, we can go."
At noon they had passed the mountains. "Finally open fields," Elrohir said, "I don't like mountains." "And now we can ride very fast," Elladan exclaimed and started galloping. The other two followed him. The three of them were happy. They didn't have to care for anything but themselves. They were free.
Atariël sat in her room looking out off the window. She didn't go to her friends, because it could start raining any moment. The sky got darker. Not dark blue, but black, grey. All of a sudden she saw a flash off light, bright yellow light and in that very same moment it began to rain.
Thunder and rain, how nice, Atariël thought. She hated it!
Atariël had a feeling. A feeling that something was wrong. She didn't feel comfortable and so she left her room. She walked to the House of Healing to see if there was something she could do.
When she entered the House of Healing she saw king Thranduil. "My lord what brings you here?" she asked. "Nothing serious, I've only got a headache and I needed some herbs. "I'll get them for you, my lord," she quickly said.
The king waited in the long corridor. Candles and torches had been lit. The evening was falling into night. "Here you are, my lord." "Thank you, Atariël," he said and he left.
Atariël got back to her room. There was nothing she could do in the House of Healing. She took her diary out of a small box. It was old and the pages began to get yellow. She has been writing in diaries since her childhood. Her mother had given a diary to her, two years before she died. At that time she wrote a lot. Now she did not even wrote a whole page. I was more a habit than something she really loved to do. But her mother had once told her when she was very old she would be glad that she had written all those years of good memories.
The weather was very bad, the sky looked black and grey instead of blue. It scares me. I've got a strange feeling. I do not know what it means, but I'm sure it does have one. I'm trying to get some sleep and hope that the weather will be better tomorrow. I'm trying to get some sleep and hope that the weather will be better tomorrow.
Love, Atariël
At the end of the day they reached Mirkwood. But they weren't home yet. That would a least take another day of riding. If nothing came on their path.
Sleep well they said to each other and they all closed their eyes. Legolas had the feeling he only got more tired than he already was. All the energy left his body, but still he could not sleep.
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