I'd like to thank Tolkien for his genius creations, for with out them this
story wouldn't have a leg to stand on - it would be leg-o-las ...please
ignore the crap jokes!
Anywayz, I know this isn't 100% sticking to Tolkien's work/time-line etc.,
but I have tried to relate this story as much as I can to Tolkien's
original framework - but please remember I'm writing FAN FICTION here! My
bubble; my rules! =)
Hope you enjoy...
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In 2509, of the Third Age, Celebrian wife of Elrond was journeying to Lorien when she was waylaid in the Redhorn Pass, and her escort being scattered by the sudden assault of the Orcs, she was seized and carried off. She was pursued and rescued by Elladan and Elrohir, but not before she had suffered torment and had received a poisoned wound.' She was brought back to Imladris, and though healed in body by Elrond, lost all delight in Middle-earth, and the next year went to the Havens and passed over Sea. (LOTR's Appendices: Eriador, Amor, and The Heirs of Isildur.)
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More than several hours had passed. Elrond Perdhil stood solemnly in the evening dusk. Beside him a male elf of similar colouring and stance stood in silence. His life-force seemingly drained from his body. Elrond called forth to him, his sons Elladan and Elrohir. "The young maiden has not been sighted by any elven eye within Rivendell, since first light yesterday. I think it time that she returns." "Is it not best that she is left to grieve father? The youth of her years cannot fully comprehend the entirety of the matter."
Elrond turned to see the male elf gripping the edge of the railing that fenced a near-by window. An elf that was now just a mere shell of what he once was. Elrond's voice changed to a more commanding tone. "I want her found." Elrond gave a look, one that Elladan clearly received. Elrond's twin sons nodded their heads in obedience, understanding his father's wishes, and they soon set off with an additional two elves escorting them on horse-back.
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After a few moments in the new morning sun, her senses were sharp again, and with them she was now quite sure of her suspicion; that someone or something was watching her. She hindered her pace, listening, looking - perceiving that a being was observing her presence here. Still, with this feeling recognised, she continued to further her journey into the wood out of sheer stubbornness and determination not to turn back, and a hope that the presence that stalked her would soon lose interest.
More time passed, and still the young elf was pursued. Ceasing her pace once more, she turned herself around full-circle observing the forest around her. Without warning, a flash of movement dashed between trees and then as quick as it had appeared, disappeared once again. The elf began to feel annoyed, and harassed at her follower. "Will you not show your self to me?" She called-out into the trees, in a bold attempt at discovering what plagued her journey through these woods.
Another flash of movement, appeared and disappeared... and she waited. Nothing appeared for a second-time and she cautiously turned on her heel to continue her path. But it was not to be. Unexpectedly the elf found herself opposing a male of her own kind.
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In surprise, the maiden gasped; her eyes transfixed to the stranger's. The male stood with a wry grin painted on his lips, bow & arrow at the ready. He spoke calmly, almost soothingly.
"What is your business in my woods?"
Still trying to gather herself from bewilderment and displeasure to having a sharp implement purposefully aimed at her being, she attempted to answer. "I..." she looked away from the confronting elf's gaze, searching for possible escape before returning an answer; there was none. "Your wood !?" she laughed as she mocked. Trying to stand up to her attacker with nothing but sheer confidence and audacity, for she had nothing else. "I think you greedy tree sprite, for the wood belongs to no such elf, it only belongs to it's-elf."
He should have found her mockery unfavourable, but instead the male elf found himself in approval of her quick wit. "A wise declaration, yet you have not returned an answer to my question." "My business is of my own, and that is what it will stay." She tried her luck and attempted to walk on. The male elf did not let her do so. He kept her under the watchful eye of his weapon. "Your name milady!" his words tumbled with more conviction. She held his stare, feeling more agitated than threatened.
"I do not feel, in anyway, at liberty to disclose the information that you seek. I find your manner discourteous, and invading and only wish to be set free from your exasperating questioning so that I may continue on my way!" "And where is it, pray, you are going?" "I intend on passing through this forest, and reaching the other side." she voiced matter-of-factly. "I cannot let you pass without your identity my lady. It is simply neglectful of the security we must bestow upon this kingdom." "Then I must find an alternate route sir!" She called her wandering horse close to her. "All you need do is reveal your name, and you shall be granted safe- conduct..." He gave one last try, his voice slicing the silence. "We have barely just met and I know you not." The maiden protested jumping upon her horse, determined not to give him the satisfaction.
"Anólindë!" As if from nowhere, a voice called her name. Elrohir and Elladan, accompanied by another two elves, had followed the fresh lain tracks of horse hooves which had easily led them to an inexperienced Anólindë, and her horse.
Anólindë spun around in its answer. The male elf chuckled smugly. "Would I be wrong in assuming, that you milady, are being sought after?" He laughed again at the bewildered expression that graced her face, once more he sustained control, which pleased him.
Elladan was the first to come into view, Anólindë beheld her kin and their escort approach. "Anólindë." Elrohir sighed. All at once, disappointment, joy and relief laced his voice as he brought his horse to a halt neighbouring hers. Elladan then looked over to the elf that stood beside her, and to Anólindë's surprise, proceeded to grant him a formal greeting. "Legolas, Son of Thranduil." The small party bowed their heads. Anólindë stood with bewilderment as she surveyed the scene.
"Elladan. Elohir." Legolas acknowledged in return, greeting them in similar stance. "I see you have discovered our wandering maiden." Elrohir noted, smiling in amusement. "Indeed I have." he grinned at her wryly. Anólindë shot a look back, as deadly as an arrow. "I hope she has been of no trouble to you." Elladan asked matter-of-factly. Anólindë was seething - she was out numbered, and being made a fool. This only fuelled the teasing. "Oh, not at all. Although, she does have a hot little temper when she gets going!" he laughed. "Then an apology is owed to you, Son of Thranduil." Elladan joined the jest. Anólindë's cheeks were burning red, from exasperation and embarrassment. "Come, we must be returning soon if we are to make it back before tomorrow's light." Elrohir announced.
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In 2509, of the Third Age, Celebrian wife of Elrond was journeying to Lorien when she was waylaid in the Redhorn Pass, and her escort being scattered by the sudden assault of the Orcs, she was seized and carried off. She was pursued and rescued by Elladan and Elrohir, but not before she had suffered torment and had received a poisoned wound.' She was brought back to Imladris, and though healed in body by Elrond, lost all delight in Middle-earth, and the next year went to the Havens and passed over Sea. (LOTR's Appendices: Eriador, Amor, and The Heirs of Isildur.)
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More than several hours had passed. Elrond Perdhil stood solemnly in the evening dusk. Beside him a male elf of similar colouring and stance stood in silence. His life-force seemingly drained from his body. Elrond called forth to him, his sons Elladan and Elrohir. "The young maiden has not been sighted by any elven eye within Rivendell, since first light yesterday. I think it time that she returns." "Is it not best that she is left to grieve father? The youth of her years cannot fully comprehend the entirety of the matter."
Elrond turned to see the male elf gripping the edge of the railing that fenced a near-by window. An elf that was now just a mere shell of what he once was. Elrond's voice changed to a more commanding tone. "I want her found." Elrond gave a look, one that Elladan clearly received. Elrond's twin sons nodded their heads in obedience, understanding his father's wishes, and they soon set off with an additional two elves escorting them on horse-back.
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After a few moments in the new morning sun, her senses were sharp again, and with them she was now quite sure of her suspicion; that someone or something was watching her. She hindered her pace, listening, looking - perceiving that a being was observing her presence here. Still, with this feeling recognised, she continued to further her journey into the wood out of sheer stubbornness and determination not to turn back, and a hope that the presence that stalked her would soon lose interest.
More time passed, and still the young elf was pursued. Ceasing her pace once more, she turned herself around full-circle observing the forest around her. Without warning, a flash of movement dashed between trees and then as quick as it had appeared, disappeared once again. The elf began to feel annoyed, and harassed at her follower. "Will you not show your self to me?" She called-out into the trees, in a bold attempt at discovering what plagued her journey through these woods.
Another flash of movement, appeared and disappeared... and she waited. Nothing appeared for a second-time and she cautiously turned on her heel to continue her path. But it was not to be. Unexpectedly the elf found herself opposing a male of her own kind.
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In surprise, the maiden gasped; her eyes transfixed to the stranger's. The male stood with a wry grin painted on his lips, bow & arrow at the ready. He spoke calmly, almost soothingly.
"What is your business in my woods?"
Still trying to gather herself from bewilderment and displeasure to having a sharp implement purposefully aimed at her being, she attempted to answer. "I..." she looked away from the confronting elf's gaze, searching for possible escape before returning an answer; there was none. "Your wood !?" she laughed as she mocked. Trying to stand up to her attacker with nothing but sheer confidence and audacity, for she had nothing else. "I think you greedy tree sprite, for the wood belongs to no such elf, it only belongs to it's-elf."
He should have found her mockery unfavourable, but instead the male elf found himself in approval of her quick wit. "A wise declaration, yet you have not returned an answer to my question." "My business is of my own, and that is what it will stay." She tried her luck and attempted to walk on. The male elf did not let her do so. He kept her under the watchful eye of his weapon. "Your name milady!" his words tumbled with more conviction. She held his stare, feeling more agitated than threatened.
"I do not feel, in anyway, at liberty to disclose the information that you seek. I find your manner discourteous, and invading and only wish to be set free from your exasperating questioning so that I may continue on my way!" "And where is it, pray, you are going?" "I intend on passing through this forest, and reaching the other side." she voiced matter-of-factly. "I cannot let you pass without your identity my lady. It is simply neglectful of the security we must bestow upon this kingdom." "Then I must find an alternate route sir!" She called her wandering horse close to her. "All you need do is reveal your name, and you shall be granted safe- conduct..." He gave one last try, his voice slicing the silence. "We have barely just met and I know you not." The maiden protested jumping upon her horse, determined not to give him the satisfaction.
"Anólindë!" As if from nowhere, a voice called her name. Elrohir and Elladan, accompanied by another two elves, had followed the fresh lain tracks of horse hooves which had easily led them to an inexperienced Anólindë, and her horse.
Anólindë spun around in its answer. The male elf chuckled smugly. "Would I be wrong in assuming, that you milady, are being sought after?" He laughed again at the bewildered expression that graced her face, once more he sustained control, which pleased him.
Elladan was the first to come into view, Anólindë beheld her kin and their escort approach. "Anólindë." Elrohir sighed. All at once, disappointment, joy and relief laced his voice as he brought his horse to a halt neighbouring hers. Elladan then looked over to the elf that stood beside her, and to Anólindë's surprise, proceeded to grant him a formal greeting. "Legolas, Son of Thranduil." The small party bowed their heads. Anólindë stood with bewilderment as she surveyed the scene.
"Elladan. Elohir." Legolas acknowledged in return, greeting them in similar stance. "I see you have discovered our wandering maiden." Elrohir noted, smiling in amusement. "Indeed I have." he grinned at her wryly. Anólindë shot a look back, as deadly as an arrow. "I hope she has been of no trouble to you." Elladan asked matter-of-factly. Anólindë was seething - she was out numbered, and being made a fool. This only fuelled the teasing. "Oh, not at all. Although, she does have a hot little temper when she gets going!" he laughed. "Then an apology is owed to you, Son of Thranduil." Elladan joined the jest. Anólindë's cheeks were burning red, from exasperation and embarrassment. "Come, we must be returning soon if we are to make it back before tomorrow's light." Elrohir announced.