This is my first LOTR fanfic so be kind *nervous laughter*, I don't not own Legolas but wish I did but I do own Arquenniel. Hope you enjoy.
Arquenniel and Legolas
THE FELLOWSHIP OF THE RING
Chapter 1
Arquenniel was returning to Mirkwood. She didn't know why. It was the only place that she could think of. But getting to Mirkwood wasn't an easy task. The woods were full of great spiders and various deadly creatures.
She stumbled through the forest still overcome by grief. She could not concentrate. Her golden blonde hair was a mess with various strands covering her pale face. A noise made her head snap to its source. A band of around ten orcs had spotted her. She reached for her bow but soon realised there was no hope. She climbed up the nearest tree she could find and leaned into it trying to avoid the dark arrows that were being aimed at her. The tree was cold and dark itself. Arquenniel usually loved trees and how they responded at her touch. But this one was different. Mirkwood was different. It has become darkened by the shadow of evil. So different from when she was an elfling.
The orcs suddenly stopped shooting and fled into the darker parts of the forest. Arquenniel searched for the object which made the orcs suddenly flee. She learned over the branch and leaped with fear as she came face to face with a spider. Its eyes glowed with a dark red colour straight into her deep green eyes, and its body was black all over. Arquenniel suddenly sprang up the tree and tried to get away from the foul beast as fast as she could. The spider quickly followed.
She could feel the presence of the spider getting nearer as she was about to jump to another branch her legs were tied together by a sticky strong web.
She fell.
As she landed her vision turned into a blur as she tried to blink away the cloudiness in her eyes. She was gasping for air while flinching in pain as she watched in horror as the dark figure with evil red eyes lowered itself from the tree that she fell from.
Before Arquenniel could scream or move, a pair of strong arms grabbed her around her waist and dragged her to safety as the sounds of the spider being slaughtered filled her mind.
She tried to look up at the hero that saved her but she could no longer fight the darkness and drifted into unconsciousness.
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"It looks like she fell"
"Shall we take her back to the halls, my lord"
The prince looked on the elf with pity and nodded. "We must take her to the healers"
He picked up the lifeless form of Arquenniel with ease and led her to his horse.
The prince had been informed by his father of the orc party that roamed through Mirkwood and was sent off to find them with a bunch of other elves. But he felt the well-being of a lone injured elf was more important even though he knew his father wouldn't be so pleased that he had abandoned his mission.
He passed Arquenniel to another elf as he mounted his horse and signalled for the she-elf to be passed to him. He placed her in front of him and let her head rest on his shoulder. She was a strange elf dressed in armour although by her beauty he would have expected her to be in a gown decorated by the finest jewels.
"My lord, do you think it is wise to abandon your father's request?"
"Valdaglerion, I wouldn't be able to live with myself if I let one of my own die" he responded
"I understand, my lord"
The rest of the party mounted there horses.
"Let's make haste" the prince ordered as they travelled to Thranduil's halls.
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As they arrived to the gateway of the halls the prince got off his horse and placed Arquenniel in his arms. He made his way to the healers before he did anything else. The rest of the party watched as there leader walked off.
"So, who will inform his father?" one elf questioned the group in a reluctant tone which showed he didn't want to tell King Thranduil of their failure.
"Okay then, youngest goes" Valdaglerion suggested
All in the party turned to the youngest elf, Nessarion.
"Why me, I'm 2,127 years old?"
"Exactly, go on" one elf said as the group chuckled.
Nessarion hung his head and made his way up to Thranduil's main halls.
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As he got to the healers he placed Arquenniel down on the bed as gently as he could while two healers surrounded the scene.
"What happened?"
"I think she fell from a height, I haven't had the chance to check her over. I just came here as fast as I could"
"You did the right thing" one of the healers replied.
"We must see under her tunic, she may have broken a few ribs" the other observed.
"If she wakes send someone to inform me, I shall return. I must inform my father of today's events" he responded while opening the door and walking directly into his father.
"Ada" he gasped as he observed the stern look on his father's face.
"How many orcs did you kill" Thranduil growled.
He sighed and responded "We killed one spider and we saved a life"
"That's not good enough!" Thranduil spat. It was clear he wasn't in the best of moods.
"I'm sorry to disappoint you, father. I just thought I was doing the right thing"
"Right thing? You can't do anything right. Get out of my sight!" Thranduil was growing increasing stressed by the amount of orc parties coming from the Southern region of Mirkwood. He feared the was a darkness coming. Legolas watched as the angry tall form of his father disappear around the corner of the corridor before re-entering the healing wards.
He placed himself next to the bed in a comfy chair where the still form of Arquenniel lay. He shut his eyes and sighed as the healers mixed some healing herbs. Before he knew it he drifted off into a troubled sleep.
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Arquenniel's eyes slowly opened and scanned her surroundings. She was in a bed dressed in a silk gown with her weapons placed neatly beside her on a table on the left. On her right was a strange sight. A blonde elf dressed in armour slouched in a chair. He looked exhausted.
She suddenly felt her throat tighten up and couldn't help coughing.
The elf sitting in the chair woke up reaching for his blades but realised the she-elf had awoken. He quickly went to the other side of the bed and passed her a cup of water to help her stop coughing. She drank it and sat up while wincing slightly at the pain shooting through her side.
He observed her movements while putting the cup down.
"Lle anta amin tu?" he asked (do you need help?)
"Mani marte?" she responded ignoring his question (What happened?)
"You fell, I found you in the forest" he replied.
She didn't reply.
"What is an elf like you doing alone in the forest, it is not safe"
"What do you mean an elf like me" she questioned.
"You know, a..a she elf"
Arquenniel chuckled "She elf? Mani naa essa en lle?" she chuckled. (Whats your name?)
He blushed and replied "I am Legolas son of Thranduil"
"Prince of Mirkwood?"
"Yes" he replied expecting a cold reply.
"Saesa omentien lle" (pleasure meeting you)
"Whats your name?" Legolas questioned stunned by her kindness towards a royal stranger.
"I am Arquenniel, but call me Niel" she replied with a smile on her face.
"How did you come to Mirkwood?"
Arquenniel sat herself up straight before inhaling deeply in order to prepare her painful story to be spoken aloud.
There it is, please review its always encouraging :)