An ElvenKing's Life
by Jade Limill
Chapter 1
Oropher swung up on the horse in front of his father. He was going hunting with his father for the first time. He was fifteen years old, and already could outshoot the other elves his age.
"Are you ready, Little half-mountain?" his father asked.
"Yes Ada, I am ready. Please explain to me again why I can't ride Arro," Oropher answered.
"Because Arro is not used to arrows flying past his head. He is not experienced enough, and you are not experienced enough either. One day you will be a great leader, and I don't want you getting hurt. Does that answer your question, ion-nin?"
"Yes, ada, it answers much of it. The trees say there is a rabbit close by. May I try to shoot it?" Oropher asked.
"Yes little half-mountain. Try to aim for the head or the heart. Do not make it suffer."
In the clearing in front of them was a rabbit eating its fill of the plants. Oropher aimed, and was about to shoot it when a arrow skimmed past his ear, making the horse rear and causing his arrow it miss his target. The rabbit ran off. His father tightened his hold on him. The elfling hung on to the mane, while guards searched the area for the arrow's owner.
Another arrow skimmed by Oropher's ear, embedding itself in his father's chest, puncturing his left lung. His father's hold loosened, and he slid off. Oropher dismounted to kneel bye him.
"Ada, Ada, don't leave me. Please don't leave me. Saes, saes, Ada. Saes. Saes œcel Ada." Oropher begged when he realized his father was dying.
"I'm sorry ion-nin. When Mandos calls, no one can resist. Be comforted that one day we shall meet again," his father said weakly as his spirit fled.
"No! Ada! Come back! Please! Saes, Ada, saes. I'm be good, i promise. Ada!" At the boy's hysterical screams, guards came running over. they took Oropher away, and he never saw his father again, until the night his funeral pier was lit.
All he had left was his mother, though she died from grief soon after. His nurse was left to take care of him, which she did until his majority at one hundred years old. He traveled for three hundred years, and eventually found his way to Doraith, where he meet Celeborn, who became his best friend.
Celeborn was laid back, while Oropher was hot-headed. Eventually, Gil-Galad joined their group of friends, and together they hunted orcs and tracked balrogs, though they never fought one.
One day, they discussed who they wanted to marry.
"Galadriel's the elleth for me," Celeborn proclaimed loudly.
"She's fair, but I think I'll stick with Quesstal," Oropher decided.
"I haven't found the right one yet. Sorry, but Galadriel's related to F'anor, and he turned his back on the Valar. Quesstal is fair, but she's like a sister to me, not a lover." Gil-Galad responded.
Oropher was best elf at Celeborn and Galadriel's wedding the next decade. Twelve years later, he married Quesstal, who bore him two sons, Halost and Thranduil. Halost was killed by orcs, making Oropher even more protective of Thranduil. Quesstal sailed West, and a century later, Oropher and Thranduil founded Greenwood the Great.
Thranduil had secrets that his father never knew about. He never told his father about his lover, Shenya. Shenya had been abused by her mother, and seeked safe haven with Thranduil. Eventually, her mother killed her, though Thranduil didn't find out about her death until five years later.
He was melancholy for many years, until the battle of the Last Alliance. His father brought him, in hopes of making him forget whatever had happened to make him so. There Oropher died, because the other elves held back when the signal was given.
Thranduil returned to Greenwood alone, became king, and ruled his people well. Two years after he got back, a girl came, claiming to be his daughter. Shenya's daughter. By this time, Thranduil had married Falwen, who was pregnant with his son.
He accepted her as his daughter, and Juliana was named princess. Though she married a human, and died giving birth. In that way, Thranduil lost track of his decendents with Shenya. He turned his attention to his other sons, Legolas and Elnor.
Elnor died of grief when his daughter was executed for treason, betraying secrets to Easterlings. Legolas went on many adventures with his friend Estel, most notably the Fellowship of the Ring. When Thranduil passed into the West, Legolas became a Great King, and had many alliances with dwarves due to his friendship with Gimli.
He never married or had any heirs, with the exception of Anna, a half-elf that married Elrohir, who traced her parentage all the way back to Thranduil and Shenya.
Eventually, the race of Men took over Middle-Earth, shortening the name to Earth. They renamed places, changed their weapons, fought wars. Elves and dwarves became history. history became legend. Legend became myth. And all knowledge was lost, until by chance a girl found it. She found everything.
And she told the world. She told them everything. But the world had a mind of its own. It didn't listen, until eighty years later, when a graduate from Oxford found her book. And he wrote about it. And this time, the world listened.
His book later became a classic, everyone knew it. It became movies. It became games. It became history. His name was J.R.R. Tolkien.
A/N: How was that everyone? good enough? Please review. It's only a little button. It won't bite. I will ad more if you all want me to. Maybe I could bring some LOTR characters into it? Elves? Just review and tell me.
Jade Limill
by Jade Limill
Chapter 1
Oropher swung up on the horse in front of his father. He was going hunting with his father for the first time. He was fifteen years old, and already could outshoot the other elves his age.
"Are you ready, Little half-mountain?" his father asked.
"Yes Ada, I am ready. Please explain to me again why I can't ride Arro," Oropher answered.
"Because Arro is not used to arrows flying past his head. He is not experienced enough, and you are not experienced enough either. One day you will be a great leader, and I don't want you getting hurt. Does that answer your question, ion-nin?"
"Yes, ada, it answers much of it. The trees say there is a rabbit close by. May I try to shoot it?" Oropher asked.
"Yes little half-mountain. Try to aim for the head or the heart. Do not make it suffer."
In the clearing in front of them was a rabbit eating its fill of the plants. Oropher aimed, and was about to shoot it when a arrow skimmed past his ear, making the horse rear and causing his arrow it miss his target. The rabbit ran off. His father tightened his hold on him. The elfling hung on to the mane, while guards searched the area for the arrow's owner.
Another arrow skimmed by Oropher's ear, embedding itself in his father's chest, puncturing his left lung. His father's hold loosened, and he slid off. Oropher dismounted to kneel bye him.
"Ada, Ada, don't leave me. Please don't leave me. Saes, saes, Ada. Saes. Saes œcel Ada." Oropher begged when he realized his father was dying.
"I'm sorry ion-nin. When Mandos calls, no one can resist. Be comforted that one day we shall meet again," his father said weakly as his spirit fled.
"No! Ada! Come back! Please! Saes, Ada, saes. I'm be good, i promise. Ada!" At the boy's hysterical screams, guards came running over. they took Oropher away, and he never saw his father again, until the night his funeral pier was lit.
All he had left was his mother, though she died from grief soon after. His nurse was left to take care of him, which she did until his majority at one hundred years old. He traveled for three hundred years, and eventually found his way to Doraith, where he meet Celeborn, who became his best friend.
Celeborn was laid back, while Oropher was hot-headed. Eventually, Gil-Galad joined their group of friends, and together they hunted orcs and tracked balrogs, though they never fought one.
One day, they discussed who they wanted to marry.
"Galadriel's the elleth for me," Celeborn proclaimed loudly.
"She's fair, but I think I'll stick with Quesstal," Oropher decided.
"I haven't found the right one yet. Sorry, but Galadriel's related to F'anor, and he turned his back on the Valar. Quesstal is fair, but she's like a sister to me, not a lover." Gil-Galad responded.
Oropher was best elf at Celeborn and Galadriel's wedding the next decade. Twelve years later, he married Quesstal, who bore him two sons, Halost and Thranduil. Halost was killed by orcs, making Oropher even more protective of Thranduil. Quesstal sailed West, and a century later, Oropher and Thranduil founded Greenwood the Great.
Thranduil had secrets that his father never knew about. He never told his father about his lover, Shenya. Shenya had been abused by her mother, and seeked safe haven with Thranduil. Eventually, her mother killed her, though Thranduil didn't find out about her death until five years later.
He was melancholy for many years, until the battle of the Last Alliance. His father brought him, in hopes of making him forget whatever had happened to make him so. There Oropher died, because the other elves held back when the signal was given.
Thranduil returned to Greenwood alone, became king, and ruled his people well. Two years after he got back, a girl came, claiming to be his daughter. Shenya's daughter. By this time, Thranduil had married Falwen, who was pregnant with his son.
He accepted her as his daughter, and Juliana was named princess. Though she married a human, and died giving birth. In that way, Thranduil lost track of his decendents with Shenya. He turned his attention to his other sons, Legolas and Elnor.
Elnor died of grief when his daughter was executed for treason, betraying secrets to Easterlings. Legolas went on many adventures with his friend Estel, most notably the Fellowship of the Ring. When Thranduil passed into the West, Legolas became a Great King, and had many alliances with dwarves due to his friendship with Gimli.
He never married or had any heirs, with the exception of Anna, a half-elf that married Elrohir, who traced her parentage all the way back to Thranduil and Shenya.
Eventually, the race of Men took over Middle-Earth, shortening the name to Earth. They renamed places, changed their weapons, fought wars. Elves and dwarves became history. history became legend. Legend became myth. And all knowledge was lost, until by chance a girl found it. She found everything.
And she told the world. She told them everything. But the world had a mind of its own. It didn't listen, until eighty years later, when a graduate from Oxford found her book. And he wrote about it. And this time, the world listened.
His book later became a classic, everyone knew it. It became movies. It became games. It became history. His name was J.R.R. Tolkien.
A/N: How was that everyone? good enough? Please review. It's only a little button. It won't bite. I will ad more if you all want me to. Maybe I could bring some LOTR characters into it? Elves? Just review and tell me.
Jade Limill