Caught In The Middle
Summary: This is an alternate reality where the Mirkwood Elves are relatively not known to truly exist. They are legends and myths to their Elvin Kin and Humans. What happens when a sarcastic Elvin Prince and a hapless guard are captured while on duty by the Kin Slayers of Valinor (AKA: The Noldor Elves). Can they resolve their differences? Or will they be lost to the dark by a feud started in Valinor.
Lord Of The Rings and all characters are owned by Jrr Tolkien and his family.
Ch.1- Instant enemies
Bluish green eyes watched the band of intruders with suspicion. His orders were quite clear, despite his uneasiness, do not attack unless the Silvan city is in danger of being found. If they were found than it would cause rumors, and rumors reached uninvited ears. He motioned to his fellow guards and they moved silently deeper in the forest watching this strange group.
The majority of them were other Quendi. Still there were others who were not Quendi and appeared to be human. He saw a lady look up slightly towards where he was and froze in the tree. A thin gentle smile formed on the Elvin Lady's lips. She spoke softly to an old human in a fluid tongue that seemed to hold power.
The older man glanced up and said something in a language and the Elf felt his body freeze in a paralysis. His mind screamed in terror and he struggled mentally to move as the group neared him. A hand grabbed him, it was one of the Silvan Elves. He was pulled away with the other Elf; his body limp in his allies hands.
Figures circled them and the other Elf whispered, "Forgive me Prince." The young prince was dropped to the ground as the other drew his bow. His posture betrayed his aggression and meaning, 'Step closer and die' seemed to be the silent words. The old man raised his staff and the Elvin bow turned to point at him in deadly words. "Drop the staff!" Yelled the Elf. The old man looked at him uncomprehending. "I said drop the staff magic user!"
A voice entered their minds, Calm down young ones... we mean no harm. The prince's eyes darted around looking for the voice source. It is me. Came the voice as the Elvin maiden stepped forward. The guards bow quivered than snapped back in place. "Stop!" he yelled. He turned the bow towards her his hands shaking. She paused, I mean no harm. We are friends. The guard shook his head angrily. The prince felt sensation come back to his limbs and discovered he could move. He rose fluid to his feet and spoke to the guard. "Drop the bow. Had they wished it than we would be dead... or you would and I would been captured."
The Lady glanced at him in a strange way and he stepped forward and bowed gently and tried to project welcome. Than smiled ironically at the thought; they could not be any less welcomed. His father was going to throw one heck of a tantrum. The ironic smirk widened into a mischievous grin. The grin vanished when his arms were grabbed and his bluish eyes narrowed and he tugged one hand back and snarled at the arrogant intruders. "Do not touch me!" An Elf with fair hair and fiery eyes looked at him and spoke in a firm slow way.
The prince glared angrier at the manor that suggested that he was an idiot. The Elf sighed in resignation and touched his chest, "Feanor." He said in a tone that was drawn out. The prince raised his hand and pointed at Feanor, "Spawn of the Dark One." Than at himself, "Legolas." The other Elf shook his head and pointed to himself, "Feanor." Legolas acted as if he finally understood, "Yrch." He said as he pointed at the other Elf.
The Lady glared and her thoughts burned into his, You will treat him with respect! You know his name is Feanor! Legolas turned to her and glared at her, "Intruder. You all have no respect. We did not threaten... you did. What respect do you deserve, Coercer" She slapped him in anger and caused the guard to shove her away and shouted, "Stand down!" Legolas shook his head. "We..." He said pointing at his companion and himself. "Leave." He pointed behind him. "You all..." he said pointing at the others. "Leave..." And he pointed straight behind the intruders.
The foreigners spoke in quiet aggressive tones and than 'The Spawn of the Dark One" motioned at Legolas and the guard. The next thing Legolas knew was a sharp pain against the back of his head and than darkness that could rival the Silvan Elves' greatest enemy.
Please review if I should continue this story. Thank you.
