The Sins of the Father
A Legolas Love story
I was at a river with my big black horse that had some white mane, tail and white stockings on his hind and front legs, Evenstar. My horse and I had come for a drink. The river was loud and rushing downhill, and crystal clear. The forest around us was varying shades of green and brown, with a few other colors mixed in here and there. My family, a wolf pack was there with me. We had a successful hunt the night before. For nearly 2000 years I have lived with this pack and its descendants. The packed had numbered about 30, but now it numbered 15. The hard winter that had just ended had claimed five, another five died while hunting; the last five were killed when they tried to hunt a farmer's livestock.
I was going to go to Rivendell. Now that Lord Elrond was in charge I could come in, my mother had been married to him, but he wasn't my father. My father was not exactly going to win the best father of the year award. As I rode I remembered my last journey to Rivendell that occurred not so long ago. A few years ago I had helped an elf maiden with her infant son cross the river into the realm of Rivendell. She died a few years later. Her son was left in the care of the elves and I would come to see him every few months. His name was Aragorn.
On this day that I was crossing the river, it was his 15th birthday. Elrond had asked me to teach him how to fight, and to come home. I had replied, "I will come to teach him, but my home is in the wild with the wolves that raised me My Lord Elrond." I had been on my own since I was a small child just barely older than 10. I was old enough to take care of myself, but finding food and shelter at that age had been hard. I was lucky enough to find a wolf pack that would take me in. I now had access to food and warmth every night.
I was a few hours away from Rivendell when I heard the scream of the Ring Wraiths. "Noro lim Evenstar," I said using my mind to speak to my horse and he took off like a bat out of hell. We made it there in an hour. Once across the river I slowed my horse down to a trot and we rode into the City. Elrond was sitting in an outside dining hall with a book in his hands and food in front of him. The dining hall looked as though it had been carved out of the mountain itself. Such beautiful stone and craftsmanship, it was incredible. "My Lord Elrond," I said using my mind bowing my head seeing how I was still on my horse.
"Alatea Aisha Aditi," he replied standing up.
I got off my horse, "Allie will be fine my Lord," I once again using my mind said. He bowed his head in consent. "Aragorn here?" I asked using my mind.
"On the training fields," he replied.
"Thank you my Lord," I said using my mind leading my horse out that direction. I used my mind because I could no longer remember how to speak my native tongue nor the common tongue. I knew the language of the wolf, that was all I could speak anymore using my physical voice. I had been asked to come here to help Aragorn train because in the Kingdom of elves there was no better a warrior, even though I was female. I was going to surprise Aragorn. I was silently working my way through the gardens, trying not to make a sound. I had come up behind him and I leapt from my hiding place as he threw his sword on the ground in frustration. I tackled him to the ground, "Gotcha," I said using my mind once again.
"Gees Allie," he said. And I laughed, not using my mind which made me sound more like a coyote. "What are doing here?"
I had to use my mind to answer, "Here to help you train." For the next week I helped him train with his sword.
After that first week he asked, "You can't talk can you? I mean you can use your mind but you don't know how to vocalize it." I shook my head. "I can teach you, since your helping me." I nodded eagerly; I wanted to be able to communicate. After that we started working on his bow and arrow skills. He fired and missed and said something I wasn't familiar with and threw his bow to the ground.
I picked it up, "Again," I said this time not using my mind, but it came out as a growl.
"I miss every time Allie," he exclaimed.
"Let me help you. You aren't holding it right and your stance is wrong," I said using my mind. He tried to argue. "Let me show you," I said using my mind. I loaded his bow and I closed my eyes and hit the bull's-eye dead on. He came and took the bow from me and I repositioned his legs and his arm that was holding the arrow was up way to high and I pushed it down, put his thumb to his mouth, and got his shoulders to relax, "Release." He hit the target dead on.
He was very excited. He turned to hug me, "Hannon le."
"Welcome," I replied and it sounded like a bark. We spent the rest of that afternoon trying to teach me how to talk.