"The Untold Tale"

By: Comet Wong

Here is the never before discovered tale of Legolas, Elf-Prince of Mirkwood, a member of the Fellowship of the Ring. It tells about the unheard love story of the prince, and its conclusion. The story takes part not long after the breaking of the Fellowship, continues through the Two Towers, and passes the Return of the King.

I hope you come to enjoy this story. May I remind you that some of the characters in this story are only borrowed from J.R.R. Tolkien, and the fictional author likely creates most of the characters. The author would like to thank you readers and the original author himself for lending the characters and your eyes for such a story.

Dedicated to:

"Lira, Pirena, Alena and Danaya"

May this book symbolize the bonding of our friendship, so that no matter where we go, our friendship will remain evergreen. Thanks again for all the things you have done! 

"Hir nin and Hirlin nin"

Thank you, beloved parents, for not telling me off those countless nights I wrote this. Do not worry; this has no intense scene whatsoever, well unless you count the one when they fought, it is not that brutal. Thanks! 

"Curu-edhel and Nithiel"

All right! You finally got what you wanted, right? I had better get credit for this! You know you owe me one. I take it all is accounted for, there's not one scene changed, I did it exactly as you asked, or at least what my subconscious asked. (Laughs) You had better do something nice for me or else I will not publish this! 

Chapter one

The Lady Ranger

They rode on through sunset and slow dusk, and gathering night. When at last they halted and dismounted, even Aragorn was stiff and weary. Gandalf only allowed them a few hours' rest.

Gimli slept, Aragorn lay flat, stretched upon his back; while Legolas cast his hood over his head and leaned back on a tree, but Gandalf stood leaning heavily on his staff, gazing into the darkness east and west.

Hours passed and still they rode on. Gimli nodded and would have fallen from his seat, were not for Gandalf that steadied him by the shoulder.

The morning was bright and clear about them, and birds were singing when they arrived at the stream. The land was green: in the wet meads and along the grassy borders of the stream grew many willow-trees. A green hill rose from the east.

A dike and mighty wall and thorny fence encircled the green hill. Within there rose the roofs of houses; and in the midst, set upon a green terrace, there stood aloft a great hall of Men. In addition, it seemed to be thatched with gold, as its posts were also made.

The travelers followed the winding way up the green shoulders of the hill, and they came at last to the wide wind-swept walls and the gates of Edoras.

The guards bid them pass and they moved on. They dismounted their horses and climbed the long stair under the eyes of the tall watchmen. Silent they stood now above and spoke no word, until Gandalf stepped upon the paved terrace at the stair's head. Then suddenly with clear voices, they spoke a courteous greeting in their own tongue. Then one of the guards stepped forward and spoke in the Common Speech.

'I am the Door ward of Théoden,' he said. 'Hama is my name. Here I must bid you lay aside our weapons before you enter.'

Then Legolas gave into his hand his silver-hafted knives, his quiver and his bow. 'Keep this well, for they came from the Golden Wood and the Lady of Lothlorien gave them to me.

Wonder came into the man's eyes as he placed them awkwardly beside the doors. 'No man will touch them I promise you,'

When the rest of the Company had laid their weapons, the guards opened the doors and they entered.

However, what happened inside, I shall tell no more here.

At last, the king gave and took counsel. Then he called for his servants to fetch food and refreshments for the travelers.

'Now my guests, Come!' said Théoden. 'Come and take as much food as haste allows,'

They passed back into the great house. Already they heard below them in the town the heralds crying and the war horn blowing. The others were silent when Théoden questioned Gandalf about Saruman.

Nevertheless, the men outside hastened to bring forth all men who were able to wield a sword, bow and spear. It was at that time when a cloaked figure approached the king's stables. It coaxed a mare from one of the stalls.

The mare, a proud white beast, eagerly came as though welcoming a master. The cloaked thief also grabbed a sword with its sheath near the stable doors, and was about to mount when the doors opened and guards entered.

When they saw the thief cloaked from head to toe, they cried, 'Halt! Who dares steal from the king!'

Too late. The thief mounted and rode the horse out of the stables. The thief raced down the town into the crying heralds. All went into a confused silence when the white horse rode sped across them. Then the rest of the guards leaped onto their feet and chased the horse in vain.

However, in an unfortunate turn of events, (for the thief), a man with a cart walked through the path of the oncoming horse and rider. The horse reared and shocked the thief, causing him to fall.

The horse neighed and urged the thief to mount her quick as the guards were already reaching them swords raised, but the thief said; 'I'll meet with you later,' unsheathing the sword on his belt.

The horse took off and the thief managed to hide behind one of the houses. Now alone, the rider removed his hood and cloak and removed the belt of his swords. He wrapped the cloak around them and cast a black cloth over his head. The guards now very bewildered, moved past the house where the thief was hiding.

When they passed, the rider crept behind them and pretended to be one of the townspeople.

'Halt!' Hama, the Door warden of Théoden commanded a person to stop. The figure turned and the guards saw that it was a woman.

Grave and silent was her look but her eyes were as green as the leaves of trees during a fine summer day. Her robe was black as the night with a girth of silver. Mourning she was, for a black cloth was cast over her head.

'What is it Lord?' she asked softly. 'Did you not see a cloaked man, with a white horse ride pass here?'

The woman shook her head slowly. 'Nay Lord.'

Hama's eyes darted towards the closely furled package of black cloth in the woman's arms. 'What is your name?'

'Juliana Eareliath, daughter of William' she answered. She followed Hama's gaze toward her bundle. 'My late father was a blacksmith.' She started to explain. I am burying my father's tools for they remind me of his death and it grieves me so, if you follow me,'

'Yes.' Hama nodded. 'But still, we have to check your bundle, if you don't mind. For a thief was here and not only did he steal a horse, but a sword as well.'

'A sword?' the woman asked with a puzzled expression.

'A sword, yes; was taken.' Hama nodded again. 'It belonged to a famous Ranger I believe. Its handle wrought with gold and its blade sharp even for the king's standards. We must look into your bundle.'

'Leave the woman be, Hama.' One of the guards said. 'Can you not see the woman is mourning? Leave her be.'

Hama thought for a moment and nodded. He bowed and took his leave and led the guards to look elsewhere. Smiling to herself, the woman turned and walked down the path, but her unbelievably stroke of bad luck acted once more.

Something fell from the closely furled bundle. A sword. The guards turned abruptly to the sound. They stared blankly at the woman and to the sword on the ground. Taking advantage the silence, Juliana picked up the sword cast her cloak over her and sped down the path.

It took a few seconds for the guards to realize that the thief escaped. They hurried after the thief. Some of the guards had bows and launched their arrows, aiming not at the woman, but the objects closest her. Even though they tried to aim at her, the woman's speed was marvelous. Just then, a spear was thrown and pinned her cloak to the ground. She pulled and pulled, but the spear would not budge. Just as she thought she was going to be caught, she pulled the spear hard and it came free. However, the guards had reached her, swords raised. Using the released spear and the stolen sword, she swung them around and managed to knock some off their feet. Dropping the spear, she ran on top of a hay wagon by some barrels of ale. The guards almost followed but acting quickly, she kicked the barrels down, sending them rolling and the guards running after them. Jumping at the driver seat of the horse-drawn hay wagon, she galloped past the guards towards the town gates. The woman leaped, and amazingly though, she managed to land exactly at the saddle of the white hose that came to get her.

With a jovial wave and smile to the soldiers, Juliana Eareliath rode out of Edoras triumphant.

'A woman!' Théoden exclaimed. The guards had reported the theft and left the king of Rohan in shock.

'How could a woman steal a horse and a sword?' The king looked over to Gamling and Hama expecting an answer.

'She is not from this village, your highness. The guards could not keep up with her speed'

Théoden sighed. 'Never mind. May we find the horse and the sword eventually. Now we must make haste to Helm's Deep!'

Before the time of departure came, the guards of Théoden caught an intruder. The voice of the captive could be heard even inside the king's hall: 'Let me go you brute! Let me go!'

The guards pushed the intruder inside the king's hall. 'What is the meaning of this?" Théoden cried outraged. 'Your horse thief, my king.' Hama said entering with the woman.

The woman did not immediately look at the king. Her face still full of anger, her green eyes wondered upon the guests of the king. Gandalf and his company. Her eyes seem to rest the longest at the elf prince, before she was pushed roughly in front of the king.

'So this is the woman who survived in stealing a horse and a sword!' Théoden said amazed. 'Come! I will let you plead your case as I see that you are a woman. Speak quickly!' Théoden leaned back on his chair.

'I am no thief,' the woman hissed darkly. 'I merely took back what is rightfully mine.' She glared at Hama.

'Now there is something very unheard of!' Hama exclaimed.

'The horse belonged to my father, William Droug!' she snarled at Hama.

Hama could not believe his ears. 'That is not possible! Droug was a great Ranger, and I heard that he had a skillful child! How can we be sure that William was his real name?'

The young woman's eyes narrowed. 'Remove my bonds and I will show you my skill.'

'Are you threatening me!"

'SILENCE!' Both Gandalf and Théoden said.

'Not many knew the real name of Droug.' Gandalf spoke. 'Very few, indeed.' His eyes wandered at Legolas who quickly broke the gaze.

Théoden nodded. 'I will make you a deal, young woman.' The girl looked up. 'If you manage to prove to me of your battle skills, I will let you go. If not, then you will serve me until such time I see it fit. Agreed?'

The woman nodded and Hama reluctantly removed her bonds. He barely cut them, when quick as a flash; the prisoner elbowed him in his chin and grabbed the spear he was holding.

She knocked him into the ground and held the spear to his neck. Gandalf made a small smile. 'Is that proof enough for you?'

'The girl is good!' Gimli commented looking over to his companions. Aragorn raised his eyebrows in form of praise, but Legolas remained unmoved, looking as if he had seen the move all too much.

Théoden stood up from his seat. 'You have proven your title. I can see that freeing you will be a mistake. Your skills may prove a great asset to my company. You will stay as I see that your services are greatly needed. Your name?' Théoden said this with finality in his tone and the girl could not reply except tightening the grip of the spear.

'Her name is Juliana Eareliath.' Hama managed to say.

Eareliath threw him a dirty look. Théoden ignored it. 'Very well, you may go. I will warn you now Lady Eareliath, if you even try to escape, the kind deal I made for you now will be gone and you will be punished for thievery.'

Still Juliana said nothing. Slowly she removed the spear pointing at the soldier's neck and took her leave. By the time she was outside, she could not sustain her anger any longer. She gripped the spear so hard that it would have cracked if she had not thrown her spear into the heart of a nearby tree.