Machines
Disclaimer: Don't own LOTR or any characters associated with it. Shooting yet again another plot bunny and if FF.Net stops being a pain in the ass I'll up loud chapter 11 for How They Met.
Summary: Thranduil is among the last of the elves left in Mirkwood. His last thoughts as his beloved home burns by the race of Men.
The King of Eryn Lasgalen (Mirkwood) stared out into the ashy remains of his kingdom. In vain he closed his eyes to picture his kingdom as it once was. Light peeking out of the canopy to reach the ground, trees of all shapes and sizes, leaves of beautiful greens, pine needles on the forest floor. And every once in a while the occasional spider his son, and countless other elven children, thought would make good pets.
The thought of Legolas pained Thranduil greatly. His son had crossed the sea with the last of the boats to the undying lands. Thranduil however was trapped, as the boats left, the Sindar that stayed in Anor beseeched him to be their leader. By the time he had gotten to the western shores, it was too late. There where not more boats, so with no other choice Thranduil accepted the position as King of a fading race.
It pained him more than anything to know that he would never see his son or his wife again. That he would fade one day alone in a world full of mortals.
Opening his eyes, clear tears came out of them from memories and the sight of his kingdom now. The majority of it cut down. Ash blew in the air almost like snow falling. And in the east the loud shriek of a machine could be heard.
It had been at least a thousand years since the death of Elessar, no longer did one of his kin rule. After the Ring War the world had entered an age of Men, now the world lay in the middle of a new age. A Age of Man and Metal. The Age of the Machine.
One by one the great forests of Anor disappeared only to be turned into horse ranches by the Rhorrirm or farmlands by Gondorians. Lorien was no more as was Fangorn, now it seemed that Mirkwood would follow suit. They had fought, Thranduil led the Sindar in a battle against the Men, but the technology of men kept becoming more and more advanced. One by one the elves began to fade, and the orc population increased. Men blamed the living elves for this and began to lead hunts, burning and slaughtering the living elves. It angered him to think how savage the race of Men became since Elessar's death.
In anger Thranduil kicked a heavy pile of ash with his foot, the pile almost reaching his upper thigh. The ash swirled up and away from a very small figure. It appeared nothing more than a twig with two small green sprouts on it; but Thranduil knew it was a tree. The last tree in Mirkwood. It had grown under the ash, and from the poisoned soil. That it grew in all of the death, gloomy and decay. That it had even managed to survive germination, as the twig came up to his knee.
Seeing that tree inspired something in Thranduil he had not felt in four hundred years..he felt hope.
The End
Another plot bunny down and Chapter 11 of How They Met will be going up tonight! I'm determined to get FF.Net to load it! This has to be the worst thing I have written. I apologize for it now.
Disclaimer: Don't own LOTR or any characters associated with it. Shooting yet again another plot bunny and if FF.Net stops being a pain in the ass I'll up loud chapter 11 for How They Met.
Summary: Thranduil is among the last of the elves left in Mirkwood. His last thoughts as his beloved home burns by the race of Men.
The King of Eryn Lasgalen (Mirkwood) stared out into the ashy remains of his kingdom. In vain he closed his eyes to picture his kingdom as it once was. Light peeking out of the canopy to reach the ground, trees of all shapes and sizes, leaves of beautiful greens, pine needles on the forest floor. And every once in a while the occasional spider his son, and countless other elven children, thought would make good pets.
The thought of Legolas pained Thranduil greatly. His son had crossed the sea with the last of the boats to the undying lands. Thranduil however was trapped, as the boats left, the Sindar that stayed in Anor beseeched him to be their leader. By the time he had gotten to the western shores, it was too late. There where not more boats, so with no other choice Thranduil accepted the position as King of a fading race.
It pained him more than anything to know that he would never see his son or his wife again. That he would fade one day alone in a world full of mortals.
Opening his eyes, clear tears came out of them from memories and the sight of his kingdom now. The majority of it cut down. Ash blew in the air almost like snow falling. And in the east the loud shriek of a machine could be heard.
It had been at least a thousand years since the death of Elessar, no longer did one of his kin rule. After the Ring War the world had entered an age of Men, now the world lay in the middle of a new age. A Age of Man and Metal. The Age of the Machine.
One by one the great forests of Anor disappeared only to be turned into horse ranches by the Rhorrirm or farmlands by Gondorians. Lorien was no more as was Fangorn, now it seemed that Mirkwood would follow suit. They had fought, Thranduil led the Sindar in a battle against the Men, but the technology of men kept becoming more and more advanced. One by one the elves began to fade, and the orc population increased. Men blamed the living elves for this and began to lead hunts, burning and slaughtering the living elves. It angered him to think how savage the race of Men became since Elessar's death.
In anger Thranduil kicked a heavy pile of ash with his foot, the pile almost reaching his upper thigh. The ash swirled up and away from a very small figure. It appeared nothing more than a twig with two small green sprouts on it; but Thranduil knew it was a tree. The last tree in Mirkwood. It had grown under the ash, and from the poisoned soil. That it grew in all of the death, gloomy and decay. That it had even managed to survive germination, as the twig came up to his knee.
Seeing that tree inspired something in Thranduil he had not felt in four hundred years..he felt hope.
The End
Another plot bunny down and Chapter 11 of How They Met will be going up tonight! I'm determined to get FF.Net to load it! This has to be the worst thing I have written. I apologize for it now.