Disclaimer: All characters, songs, races and places of Middle-Earth are
property of J.R.R. Tolkien. Annûngil, Celebithil and Malliavas belong to
me.
Please note: I tried not to make this a Mary-Sue. My last fanfiction was, and I was horribly unsatisfied with it. Forgive me if this becomes one. Reviews are always welcome, as I am always looking to improve my writing/grammar/style. I swear this gets more interesting! It's only the first chapter, after all. Legolas is coming. don't worry. As you may have noticed, my author name is Annungil, and the OC's name is Annûngil. I am not implying that I am in this story; I just liked the name and was reluctant to find another one. Also, I am not so madly in love with Legolas anymore, unlike when I wrote my first fanfiction. So it is not ME that's in this story! Oh yeah, one more thing- I'm not quite sure what to call it now, so I'm just going to call it this (temporarily):
Legolas' Coming of Age Story
Chapter 1
Haldir of Lorien was a picture of smug content as he looked down to the practice courts from his balcony. He was watching his daughter, Annûngil practicing her archery. His daughter had not yet come-of-age; therefore she was still quite small. But despite her height, she was still practicing doggedly with a bow almost as tall as she was. The similarity in height would have been laughable if Annûngil wasn't wearing the same expression on her face that Haldir often wore. The one which was Haldir at his most impassive, but with the ever-present air of aloofness.
As Haldir continued to watch his daughter, he was aware of another elf entering the room. He turned around and saw his brother Orophin approaching the balcony. They acknowledged each other, and Orophin walked over beside Haldir to see what his older brother had been watching. When Orophin noticed his niece shooting, he nodded approvingly. She was doing quite well at her lessons, and there was no better teacher in Lorien than Haldir.
Suddenly, Orophin spoke, shattering the air of pensiveness in the room. "Lord Celeborn and the Lady of the Wood need to speak to you."
Haldir looked puzzled for an instant, but it disappeared in the next. He simply nodded and replied, "I will go speak to them now." Then he walked out of the room.
Orophin remained standing on the balcony, watching Annûngil practice diligently. Then he called down to her, "Annûngil!" Annûngil stopped, her hand still reaching for an arrow in her quiver and looked up. She recognized Orophin and smiled.
"Uncle! Suilad! [Greetings]"
"Greetings. Today your father cannot give you your sword lesson, so I shall teach you instead. Please, go fetch your sword and we will begin."
Annûngil looked pleased, and then dashed up the ladder that hung from her family's mallorn tree, and into her room. She paused for a moment, and then the voice of Galadriel resonated in her head. "Daughter of Haldir, a change will soon come in your life. Enjoy the last few days spent in Lorien, as you will be leaving soon."
Haldir walked quickly through the halls upon the greatest mallorn tree to the dwelling of Celeborn and Galadriel. He reached the entrance hall, and stood before the stairs respectfully as the Lord and Lady of Lorien descended. Celeborn was the first to speak. "Haldir, you are being summoned to Mirkwood, as Thranduil King wishes you to train the young elves who have not yet come of age, in the matters of woodland lore and weaponry."
"This indeed is a great honor," replied Haldir, his eyes flicking once at the messenger from Mirkwood. "Although I am unsure of why I am summoned. After all, there are many elves in Mirkwood who are quite capable of teaching as I do. and many who are better."
There was a hint of a smile of Celeborn's face as Haldir paid the slight complement to Mirkwood warriors. He knew how proud Haldir could be, and to complement another was no insignificant thing. It had certainly made the messenger relax, and he no longer seemed doubtful of going to Lorien to seek aid. Celeborn said to Haldir, "It seems that all capable teachers in Mirkwood have other things to take care of. Many have been given children[1] others are seeking ways to refine skills in areas other than in combat."
"I accept the position." But even as Haldir gave his answer, he was plagued by a series of questions. When would he have to leave? Would he have to travel by himself? If he did, who would take care of his children? He suppressed his questions, making sure his conflicting emotions remained hidden under his veil of indifference. Faint laughter from Galadriel sounded in his head. She had read his thoughts and sensed his questions.
"You will leave in three days with Malliavas[2] You will spend no less than a year at Mirkwood, so therefore you must bring your family with you; Celebithil[3] and Annûngil[4]." Said Galadriel, in reply to his thoughts.
"Indeed it would be good for Celebithil to be exposed to more elven ladies of his age," agreed Celeborn. "As he will be looking for a wife soon. And Annûngil will have the opportunity to learn more of the other arts, like poetry and song writing. One day our lives will not include battle."
Haldir bowed, and took his leave of the Lord and Lady. As he headed back toward his housing, he wondered how much the change would affect his family.
[1] - Elves did not say they "had a baby," they said "a baby is given to us."
[2] - A name, meaning "Gold Autumn"
[3] - Annûngil's brother, meaning "Silver Moon"
[4] - Her name means "Sunset Star"
Please note: I tried not to make this a Mary-Sue. My last fanfiction was, and I was horribly unsatisfied with it. Forgive me if this becomes one. Reviews are always welcome, as I am always looking to improve my writing/grammar/style. I swear this gets more interesting! It's only the first chapter, after all. Legolas is coming. don't worry. As you may have noticed, my author name is Annungil, and the OC's name is Annûngil. I am not implying that I am in this story; I just liked the name and was reluctant to find another one. Also, I am not so madly in love with Legolas anymore, unlike when I wrote my first fanfiction. So it is not ME that's in this story! Oh yeah, one more thing- I'm not quite sure what to call it now, so I'm just going to call it this (temporarily):
Legolas' Coming of Age Story
Chapter 1
Haldir of Lorien was a picture of smug content as he looked down to the practice courts from his balcony. He was watching his daughter, Annûngil practicing her archery. His daughter had not yet come-of-age; therefore she was still quite small. But despite her height, she was still practicing doggedly with a bow almost as tall as she was. The similarity in height would have been laughable if Annûngil wasn't wearing the same expression on her face that Haldir often wore. The one which was Haldir at his most impassive, but with the ever-present air of aloofness.
As Haldir continued to watch his daughter, he was aware of another elf entering the room. He turned around and saw his brother Orophin approaching the balcony. They acknowledged each other, and Orophin walked over beside Haldir to see what his older brother had been watching. When Orophin noticed his niece shooting, he nodded approvingly. She was doing quite well at her lessons, and there was no better teacher in Lorien than Haldir.
Suddenly, Orophin spoke, shattering the air of pensiveness in the room. "Lord Celeborn and the Lady of the Wood need to speak to you."
Haldir looked puzzled for an instant, but it disappeared in the next. He simply nodded and replied, "I will go speak to them now." Then he walked out of the room.
Orophin remained standing on the balcony, watching Annûngil practice diligently. Then he called down to her, "Annûngil!" Annûngil stopped, her hand still reaching for an arrow in her quiver and looked up. She recognized Orophin and smiled.
"Uncle! Suilad! [Greetings]"
"Greetings. Today your father cannot give you your sword lesson, so I shall teach you instead. Please, go fetch your sword and we will begin."
Annûngil looked pleased, and then dashed up the ladder that hung from her family's mallorn tree, and into her room. She paused for a moment, and then the voice of Galadriel resonated in her head. "Daughter of Haldir, a change will soon come in your life. Enjoy the last few days spent in Lorien, as you will be leaving soon."
Haldir walked quickly through the halls upon the greatest mallorn tree to the dwelling of Celeborn and Galadriel. He reached the entrance hall, and stood before the stairs respectfully as the Lord and Lady of Lorien descended. Celeborn was the first to speak. "Haldir, you are being summoned to Mirkwood, as Thranduil King wishes you to train the young elves who have not yet come of age, in the matters of woodland lore and weaponry."
"This indeed is a great honor," replied Haldir, his eyes flicking once at the messenger from Mirkwood. "Although I am unsure of why I am summoned. After all, there are many elves in Mirkwood who are quite capable of teaching as I do. and many who are better."
There was a hint of a smile of Celeborn's face as Haldir paid the slight complement to Mirkwood warriors. He knew how proud Haldir could be, and to complement another was no insignificant thing. It had certainly made the messenger relax, and he no longer seemed doubtful of going to Lorien to seek aid. Celeborn said to Haldir, "It seems that all capable teachers in Mirkwood have other things to take care of. Many have been given children[1] others are seeking ways to refine skills in areas other than in combat."
"I accept the position." But even as Haldir gave his answer, he was plagued by a series of questions. When would he have to leave? Would he have to travel by himself? If he did, who would take care of his children? He suppressed his questions, making sure his conflicting emotions remained hidden under his veil of indifference. Faint laughter from Galadriel sounded in his head. She had read his thoughts and sensed his questions.
"You will leave in three days with Malliavas[2] You will spend no less than a year at Mirkwood, so therefore you must bring your family with you; Celebithil[3] and Annûngil[4]." Said Galadriel, in reply to his thoughts.
"Indeed it would be good for Celebithil to be exposed to more elven ladies of his age," agreed Celeborn. "As he will be looking for a wife soon. And Annûngil will have the opportunity to learn more of the other arts, like poetry and song writing. One day our lives will not include battle."
Haldir bowed, and took his leave of the Lord and Lady. As he headed back toward his housing, he wondered how much the change would affect his family.
[1] - Elves did not say they "had a baby," they said "a baby is given to us."
[2] - A name, meaning "Gold Autumn"
[3] - Annûngil's brother, meaning "Silver Moon"
[4] - Her name means "Sunset Star"