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A Child's Fortune
The sound of horse's hooves rang through the canyon as the mother elf ran, clutching her child. She had to escape and get her daughter to safety; her instincts drove her to. The fjord was just ahead and she knew she could buy some time from her pursuers. The water was cold and the rocks were slippery, but she managed to get half way across. "Hullo!" shouted a familiar voice; it was Gandalf. The mother elf gave a small cry before slipping on the river bottom. The wizard helped the elf up and gazed at her. "Nariel! What is it?" asked Gandalf, fearful. A roaring whinny sounded through the trees and the she-elf looked back. "He is coming for her," she said. "He will kill her if he finds her. Please, old friend, take my child and hide her from him." Gandalf looked at the bundle Nariel had pushed into his arms. A few blond locks of hair stuck out from the blankets and two stunning green eyes gazed back at him. The wizard glanced at the helpless mother with sorrow-filled eyes. "What is her name?" he asked. "Alklomwen," was the reply he received. "Now go! Quickly and keep her safe until her father calls for her." The old wizard nodded and ran off into the forest where his horse and cart were waiting. But before he was out of earshot, he heard the strangled cry of a dying she-elf and the shouts of men.
His horse's head popped up, munching on a mouthful of grass. Gandalf's cloak lay in the back of his cart and he wrapped the baby in it. The rumble of hooves grew louder and he hid the child among his possessions. He snapped the reins and they were off, but not before being stopped by three dark elves on horseback. One of them, the leader, moved forwards and spoke, "What do you bear in your cart, old wizard?" Gandalf remained calm and replied, "Some rockets, a few books and my own possessions, my good elf. Nothing more and nothing less." The elf eyed the wizard suspiciously. "You haven't seen anyone with a child, have you? An elf child?" Gandalf shook his head. The elf snorted and spoke rapidly in Moriquenda to his two companions. Then, he turned back to the wizard. "If you do, tell anyone, who bears this mark," he said, indicating a silver eagle on his banner he carried. And with that, the three elves galloped off into the trees. The wizard waited until they were out of sight and pulled the elf-child from his cloak. She was sleeping quietly and seemed quite calm. "Let us go, little one," said the wizard, cradling the child in one arm. "We have a long road 'til we reach Rivendell."
*There you go! That's my first chapter. Haldir will be in the next chapter! Any ways, R&R for me please! Thanx a bunch!
The sound of horse's hooves rang through the canyon as the mother elf ran, clutching her child. She had to escape and get her daughter to safety; her instincts drove her to. The fjord was just ahead and she knew she could buy some time from her pursuers. The water was cold and the rocks were slippery, but she managed to get half way across. "Hullo!" shouted a familiar voice; it was Gandalf. The mother elf gave a small cry before slipping on the river bottom. The wizard helped the elf up and gazed at her. "Nariel! What is it?" asked Gandalf, fearful. A roaring whinny sounded through the trees and the she-elf looked back. "He is coming for her," she said. "He will kill her if he finds her. Please, old friend, take my child and hide her from him." Gandalf looked at the bundle Nariel had pushed into his arms. A few blond locks of hair stuck out from the blankets and two stunning green eyes gazed back at him. The wizard glanced at the helpless mother with sorrow-filled eyes. "What is her name?" he asked. "Alklomwen," was the reply he received. "Now go! Quickly and keep her safe until her father calls for her." The old wizard nodded and ran off into the forest where his horse and cart were waiting. But before he was out of earshot, he heard the strangled cry of a dying she-elf and the shouts of men.
His horse's head popped up, munching on a mouthful of grass. Gandalf's cloak lay in the back of his cart and he wrapped the baby in it. The rumble of hooves grew louder and he hid the child among his possessions. He snapped the reins and they were off, but not before being stopped by three dark elves on horseback. One of them, the leader, moved forwards and spoke, "What do you bear in your cart, old wizard?" Gandalf remained calm and replied, "Some rockets, a few books and my own possessions, my good elf. Nothing more and nothing less." The elf eyed the wizard suspiciously. "You haven't seen anyone with a child, have you? An elf child?" Gandalf shook his head. The elf snorted and spoke rapidly in Moriquenda to his two companions. Then, he turned back to the wizard. "If you do, tell anyone, who bears this mark," he said, indicating a silver eagle on his banner he carried. And with that, the three elves galloped off into the trees. The wizard waited until they were out of sight and pulled the elf-child from his cloak. She was sleeping quietly and seemed quite calm. "Let us go, little one," said the wizard, cradling the child in one arm. "We have a long road 'til we reach Rivendell."
*There you go! That's my first chapter. Haldir will be in the next chapter! Any ways, R&R for me please! Thanx a bunch!