Disclaimer: Therefore, as what they always say, SADLY, "Lord of The Rings and all it's characters do not belong to me". They are all masterpieces by the GREAT Tolkien. Just leave Shalwel Riverstone and her mother Endriel to me. ; Þ This is my very first fanfic and it's already freaking 7 am here and I haven't got any sleep yet since yesterday! So please be considerate and bear with whatever errors I have here okay readers? Do not be too hard on me please!!! Mercy mercy!! *Pouts*
ENJOY!
Chapter 1: Cry
~~"No please my Lord...spare him!"
"Spare him you say? An earthling??! Ha! You are a disgrace! Giving up your life for something foolish?!" he said while standing in rage in front of her.
"This should not be allowed! You know the rules...Guards! Take him! Out in the forbidden forest where no human being can survive!"
"Noooo!! Please...Don't...!"
Two guards with enormously large wings took him away. She heard him call her name.
Nevertheless, she cannot do anything.
Nevertheless, she could do nothing. She, as ordered by her Lord as a punishment for her crime, was chained. She felt weak. She looked around and everything she saw was so blurry. Tears fell down her cheeks. She wanted to die. For she believed that, there was no more reason for living. As these thoughts were filling her head, the pain became so unbearable that she could take it no longer.
She fell into a deep sleep…
~~*Sigh* another day has passed. He then laid back, rested his head on his arms and admired the beauty of the midnight sky…* hmm…what secret do ye hold? * He asked himself. And slowly drifted to sleep. He is always like that.
~ O ~
In Middle Earth, An Angel is lying on the ground under an old tree in the midst of the forest. She is unconscious. She looks hurt, beaten, torn. Her wrists were bloody red. Her wings were broken.
The Angel is bleeding. She's bleeding inside. Moreover, she is bleeding not because of the wounds she has and the physical pain she is feeling at that moment but because of the great pain of losing someone dear to her. Pain of losing someone she loves so much. Her heart is bleeding. Barely breathing. They were separated by fate because she is an Angel and the person she loves is an "earthling". A human being.
She was about to give up her being an Angel, but it was too late. They already took her love away. Who did? That she could not remember for now. But one thing is for sure that made her heart bleed more...She knows that they will never see each other again...forever...
After a while, the Angel gained back her consciousness. She tried to stand up...but still she is weak. Very weak. She reached out her hand and tried to speak...
"..."
...But unfortunately, no words came out of her mouth. Realizing that there is no one there to help her makes, her want to lose hope more. The Angel slowly faints again and fell asleep. However, in her sleep she still did not lose hope after all. Cause she knows deep inside that somehow...somewhere...someone...will come and save her...
In Mirkwood Castle...
Everyone is busy preparing for a special event that is held yearly in his or her kingdom. It is called the "Hunting Festival". Some are busy shopping, others decorating. The marketplace is full of people excited for the event, which will take place in 5 days. Nevertheless, of course the busiest of all for this festival are the Elves. Each Elf in Mirkwood is required to participate in the event. This is to test how strong an Elf is and to see his capability of protecting the kingdom. For an oracle has foretold that a war will occur in their kingdom not too soon.
Meanwhile in one of Mirkwood's forest...
A young Elf is practicing, preparing for the festival. He is shooting arrows, practicing swords,
--Motivated to win the yearly event. The young elf jumped in one of the branches of the trees and closed his eyes.
Concentrated on the rustle of the falling leaves, he then grabbed one of his arrows and placed it in his bow, slowly opened his eyes, and shot one of the falling leaves.
A small grin appeared on his face.
Then just like the wind, he swiftly moved shooting falling leaves jumping from one tree to another.
"99...and a hundred!" Then he landed on the ground with this two elfin-feet.
He was dressed in green tunic, tight leggings and a cloak. Fresh air breezed his long blonde hair with braids on the side. He was tall and slim. About six feet.
A big red apple caught his blue eyes. He threw his dagger and hit right through it cutting it into two. He caught it just about time it fell on the ground.
The elf sat and rested his back on a big rock while eating his apple.
"Ah... That should do for the day" he stretched his arms and crossed his legs admiring the beauty of the forest.
The trees, the birds, the waterfalls and rivers, and specially the quiet and peaceful sensation it brings to every elf in the kingdom. Ah! EVERYTHING! What could he ask for more? He sat there for a while looking up in the sky.
"Ah the big blue sky... I wonder what is it like to live up there... would there be any trees and rivers and all these beautiful creations laid right before my very eyes?" he sighed.
He somewhat always wondered if life exists there. For when he was young, her mother would always tell her stories about Angels. The "winged creatures". Just how amazingly beautiful their wings are and how they shine even without sunlight.
"Hmm... that I do not know..."
The sound of the birds, the rushing waters, almost made him fall asleep.
Just as when he was about to, he heard something only an Elvish ear can hear.
He sat up straight and listened closely.
Although he cannot hear words, He knew someone is in dire need of help.
It was a cry. A cry for help.
He stood up trying to locate where it was coming from. He walked past an elm tree and just when he felt that he was coming close, someone came jumping in front of him and with Elvish speed; he was able to ready his arrow in case it was danger that greeted him.
"Whoa! Calm now elf! It is I!"
Upon hearing a familiar voice, he noticed that it was his she-elf friend holding up her hands showing that she meant no harm. The elf shut his eyes and then looked again at his friend.
"I think it's about time you put that weapon of yours down now Legolas Greenleaf, Prince of Mirkwood." Legolas, relieved, put his bow and arrow down and let out a sigh.
"You shouldn't be just jumping out in front of me like that if you want to live a thousand of years more Shalwel Riverstone!"
Shalwel smirked and teased Legolas. "Jumpy my dear prince?"
Legolas knew Shalwel very well since childhood. His father Thranduil and Shalwel's mother Endriel were very good friends. Shalwel is also an elf like him but she is from Riverwood, a castle just about a forest far from Mirkwood. Their kinds are the one is who are protecting the rivers and other water form elements in the woods.
They look alike in appearance though it is only their long black hair that distinguished them.
Shalwel is nearly as tall as Legolas. Her hair was all black and highlighted with blue resulting its color like the midnight sky.
Midnight blue... Legolas does not know why but he is so drawn to that color.
That is what Legolas adored about Shalwel. Her silky black hair he used to always stroke and caress when they were still young. However, he loved her only with a sisterly affection but it seems like Shalwel was expecting more.
Shalwel then threw Legolas a hug. Legolas not wanting to hurt her feelings hugged her back. Then Shalwel planted a kiss on his right cheek.
"Where were you headed Prince?" she asked.
Legolas feeling rather embarrassed of what just happened composed himself and suddenly remembered what he was supposed to do!
"Oh Shal! I was sitting on that rock earlier and then I--"
"--Tired from this afternoons practice my dear?" Shal butted
"Come, let's go back to your castle right away! I also wanted to see your majesty so I can sign up for the festival" Shal then hurriedly grabbed Legolas' hand and pulled him back to the castle.
Legolas, knowing that he cannot argue with Shal anymore, is now bothered by the "cry".
Legolas looked back in the direction where IT was coming for the last time.
"I will come back for you... I promise." Legolas whispered to himself.
He was not sure why he should but he just feels the need.
As the two disappear from the forest, the "crying" slowly faded…
*Ok I did some editing on this one and I have to thank Anna Arkadyevna Karenina for that. :) Gentle breeze. Blessed be.
ENJOY!
Chapter 1: Cry
~~"No please my Lord...spare him!"
"Spare him you say? An earthling??! Ha! You are a disgrace! Giving up your life for something foolish?!" he said while standing in rage in front of her.
"This should not be allowed! You know the rules...Guards! Take him! Out in the forbidden forest where no human being can survive!"
"Noooo!! Please...Don't...!"
Two guards with enormously large wings took him away. She heard him call her name.
Nevertheless, she cannot do anything.
Nevertheless, she could do nothing. She, as ordered by her Lord as a punishment for her crime, was chained. She felt weak. She looked around and everything she saw was so blurry. Tears fell down her cheeks. She wanted to die. For she believed that, there was no more reason for living. As these thoughts were filling her head, the pain became so unbearable that she could take it no longer.
She fell into a deep sleep…
~~*Sigh* another day has passed. He then laid back, rested his head on his arms and admired the beauty of the midnight sky…* hmm…what secret do ye hold? * He asked himself. And slowly drifted to sleep. He is always like that.
~ O ~
In Middle Earth, An Angel is lying on the ground under an old tree in the midst of the forest. She is unconscious. She looks hurt, beaten, torn. Her wrists were bloody red. Her wings were broken.
The Angel is bleeding. She's bleeding inside. Moreover, she is bleeding not because of the wounds she has and the physical pain she is feeling at that moment but because of the great pain of losing someone dear to her. Pain of losing someone she loves so much. Her heart is bleeding. Barely breathing. They were separated by fate because she is an Angel and the person she loves is an "earthling". A human being.
She was about to give up her being an Angel, but it was too late. They already took her love away. Who did? That she could not remember for now. But one thing is for sure that made her heart bleed more...She knows that they will never see each other again...forever...
After a while, the Angel gained back her consciousness. She tried to stand up...but still she is weak. Very weak. She reached out her hand and tried to speak...
"..."
...But unfortunately, no words came out of her mouth. Realizing that there is no one there to help her makes, her want to lose hope more. The Angel slowly faints again and fell asleep. However, in her sleep she still did not lose hope after all. Cause she knows deep inside that somehow...somewhere...someone...will come and save her...
In Mirkwood Castle...
Everyone is busy preparing for a special event that is held yearly in his or her kingdom. It is called the "Hunting Festival". Some are busy shopping, others decorating. The marketplace is full of people excited for the event, which will take place in 5 days. Nevertheless, of course the busiest of all for this festival are the Elves. Each Elf in Mirkwood is required to participate in the event. This is to test how strong an Elf is and to see his capability of protecting the kingdom. For an oracle has foretold that a war will occur in their kingdom not too soon.
Meanwhile in one of Mirkwood's forest...
A young Elf is practicing, preparing for the festival. He is shooting arrows, practicing swords,
--Motivated to win the yearly event. The young elf jumped in one of the branches of the trees and closed his eyes.
Concentrated on the rustle of the falling leaves, he then grabbed one of his arrows and placed it in his bow, slowly opened his eyes, and shot one of the falling leaves.
A small grin appeared on his face.
Then just like the wind, he swiftly moved shooting falling leaves jumping from one tree to another.
"99...and a hundred!" Then he landed on the ground with this two elfin-feet.
He was dressed in green tunic, tight leggings and a cloak. Fresh air breezed his long blonde hair with braids on the side. He was tall and slim. About six feet.
A big red apple caught his blue eyes. He threw his dagger and hit right through it cutting it into two. He caught it just about time it fell on the ground.
The elf sat and rested his back on a big rock while eating his apple.
"Ah... That should do for the day" he stretched his arms and crossed his legs admiring the beauty of the forest.
The trees, the birds, the waterfalls and rivers, and specially the quiet and peaceful sensation it brings to every elf in the kingdom. Ah! EVERYTHING! What could he ask for more? He sat there for a while looking up in the sky.
"Ah the big blue sky... I wonder what is it like to live up there... would there be any trees and rivers and all these beautiful creations laid right before my very eyes?" he sighed.
He somewhat always wondered if life exists there. For when he was young, her mother would always tell her stories about Angels. The "winged creatures". Just how amazingly beautiful their wings are and how they shine even without sunlight.
"Hmm... that I do not know..."
The sound of the birds, the rushing waters, almost made him fall asleep.
Just as when he was about to, he heard something only an Elvish ear can hear.
He sat up straight and listened closely.
Although he cannot hear words, He knew someone is in dire need of help.
It was a cry. A cry for help.
He stood up trying to locate where it was coming from. He walked past an elm tree and just when he felt that he was coming close, someone came jumping in front of him and with Elvish speed; he was able to ready his arrow in case it was danger that greeted him.
"Whoa! Calm now elf! It is I!"
Upon hearing a familiar voice, he noticed that it was his she-elf friend holding up her hands showing that she meant no harm. The elf shut his eyes and then looked again at his friend.
"I think it's about time you put that weapon of yours down now Legolas Greenleaf, Prince of Mirkwood." Legolas, relieved, put his bow and arrow down and let out a sigh.
"You shouldn't be just jumping out in front of me like that if you want to live a thousand of years more Shalwel Riverstone!"
Shalwel smirked and teased Legolas. "Jumpy my dear prince?"
Legolas knew Shalwel very well since childhood. His father Thranduil and Shalwel's mother Endriel were very good friends. Shalwel is also an elf like him but she is from Riverwood, a castle just about a forest far from Mirkwood. Their kinds are the one is who are protecting the rivers and other water form elements in the woods.
They look alike in appearance though it is only their long black hair that distinguished them.
Shalwel is nearly as tall as Legolas. Her hair was all black and highlighted with blue resulting its color like the midnight sky.
Midnight blue... Legolas does not know why but he is so drawn to that color.
That is what Legolas adored about Shalwel. Her silky black hair he used to always stroke and caress when they were still young. However, he loved her only with a sisterly affection but it seems like Shalwel was expecting more.
Shalwel then threw Legolas a hug. Legolas not wanting to hurt her feelings hugged her back. Then Shalwel planted a kiss on his right cheek.
"Where were you headed Prince?" she asked.
Legolas feeling rather embarrassed of what just happened composed himself and suddenly remembered what he was supposed to do!
"Oh Shal! I was sitting on that rock earlier and then I--"
"--Tired from this afternoons practice my dear?" Shal butted
"Come, let's go back to your castle right away! I also wanted to see your majesty so I can sign up for the festival" Shal then hurriedly grabbed Legolas' hand and pulled him back to the castle.
Legolas, knowing that he cannot argue with Shal anymore, is now bothered by the "cry".
Legolas looked back in the direction where IT was coming for the last time.
"I will come back for you... I promise." Legolas whispered to himself.
He was not sure why he should but he just feels the need.
As the two disappear from the forest, the "crying" slowly faded…
*Ok I did some editing on this one and I have to thank Anna Arkadyevna Karenina for that. :) Gentle breeze. Blessed be.