"The Wanderers"
By: Tsuki no Lomelinde
Disclaimer: *sigh* I do not own "Lord of the Rings" I can still dream. can't I? *Drools over thought of owning "LotR"* *snaps back to present* Sorry. However, the characters that I created; Lomelinde, Shyla, Thurin, and Shoran, and any others, belong to me. Their mine all mine!!!!!! *blushes * sorry, power rush.
Summary: Something terrible has happened in Mirkwood, can it be saved and the evil destroyed? And where's Legolas......?
"The Wanderers"
Chapter one: Fire and nightmares
Elrond tossed in his sleep, visions plaguing him.. Fire. burning. the trees!! They were screaming in their pain, but not them alone, he could hear wailing, as if many were sounding their anguish. He could see blood.splattered everywhere. the moon cast an ethereal glow on everything. he was in a forest, what forest it was he did not know. he looked towards the sky drawn to it for some reason. he gasped there were no stars!! Only the moon looking cold and pale. it wasn't that there were clouds. the sky was just empty. an empty darkness. the trees continued in sounding their sorrow, and the elven lord felt an urge to join them. though he did know why.the urge was too great.
Elrond sat up in his bed, he shivered convulsively and looked around the room in panic, his gaze landed on the window and what lay outside. the trees weren't burning.
He turned surprised when someone pounded on his door, before he could make a move to open it; it burst open, nearly torn off its hinges.
Mithrandir stepped in, closely followed by Aragorn holding his sword and Gimli close behind axe in hand, the Halflings were also present, they all looked around the room wildly, and seeing no immediate danger relaxed slightly.
Aragorn moved towards the bed, "Ada are you alright? We heard someone cry out, are you well?"
Elrond merely looked at his foster son, the fellowship had all gathered for a bit of a reunion, having not seen each other in nearly five years.
"Ada?" Aragorn questioned worried when Elrond didn't answer him.
"I am fine Estel. it was merely a dream."
Aragorn's shoulders sagged in relief, it had been a hard few years; Arwen had been killed by bandits while on a ride near the borders of Gondor, leaving the king alone.
Mithrandir leaned on his staff heavily, and gave Elrond an assessing look before turning away.
Elrond looked at the assembled friends. the fellowship. but not complete, Legolas had not arrived yet. Elrond frowned, the prince was never late. and with his troubling dream he couldn't shake off a feeling of unease.
"All is well, I am sorry to have troubled all of you, please return to your beds and worry no longer." Elrond said, but before anyone could comply, Glorfindel rushed into the room, he gave the assembled group a confused glance before turning back to Elrond.
"My Lord, a horse was seen passing our borders a few minutes ago, at full gallop, they didn't even stop when our sentries hailed them, the rider was an elf, so they let them pass, the rider was in Mirkwood colors, and very weary."
Elrond threw back the blankets and stood up; he grabbed a robe to put on over his nightshirt, and grabbed some medical supplies, 'just to be on the safe side' he thought to himself, and hurried down the hall, the Fellowship and Glorfindel following close at his heels.
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They reached the great hall just as the doors burst open, a horse galloped in stopping only a few feet from where the fellowship stood.
"What is the meaning of this?" Elrond said.
The figure sat on the horse leaning heavily against the animal's neck, before sliding off.
"Who are you?" Elrond demanded.
The figure tugged their hood off revealing their face.
It was an elf maiden, she looked up at them.
"Woe to the old ones! For they are burning! Burning!" she wailed. "Nai, hên firith!" (The child is fading!) We are forsaken!"
"Where is the young one Lord Elrond? Where is the light? Estel! Where is the last? Gimli, Where is your friend?"
"Forsaken we are forsaken!"
"Hush child you make no sense!" Elrond said his voice harsher then he intended.
"The great forest is burning! Mirkwood is in flames! Fly! Fly to their aid!
But first hear this; the royal family is fallen! Thruin, heir to the throne is dead, Slain by the Orcs! Shoran is wounded, but still lives. Shyla rides, growing ever closer to Lothlorien with the elven maidens, and the elflings. And Thranduil is mad, mad with grief!"
Everyone stood frozen not believing what was being told to them.
Gimli broke the silence by saying, "What of Legolas? You name his father, his siblings, but not him?"
The maiden turned towards the dwarf, who looked into her eyes, 'those eyes were old' he thought, 'older than Elrond.'
"Alas young Legolas, the last of Thranduil's children, fallen before the battle, neither waking nor sleeping is he. Shall he waken? I know not." Her voice trailed off, and she turned away.
"Who are you?" Mithrandir asked, it seemed to be of great importance to him.
"I. I am Lomelinde, also known as Rana. I am the last." She said and was gone, just gone; it was as if she had faded away.
Elrond's face was grim, "We shall leave tonight; we can not wait. Glorfindel, awaken Elladan and Elrohir, they shall accompany us. Frodo, Sam, Merry, Pippin, the four of you shall remain here." Elrond silenced their protests by saying, "You are needed here; you must trust me on this matter."
The Halflings nodded glumly, but obeyed and returned to their rooms, though they did not sleep again that night.
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The horses were saddled and Elladan and Elrohir had been told of what had happened. Glorfindel was remaining, as was Mithrandir, by the order of Elrond. The company set off, but what awaited them they did not know.
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*Rana is a word I picked up. in one of J.R.R. Tolkien's books, I'm afraid I'm not sure which one. it was in an index in the back of a book, it means 'wanderer'.
A/N: Well, tell me what you think. Should I continue? Oh, and I'm taking a vote, if you want this to be a Aragorn /Legolas slash, then tell me, if not I'll keep them just as friends. But the majority vote wins!!!
All reviews will be gladly accepted and cherished; all flames will be thrown into the mines of Moria and never heard from again.
Oh, and another thing, my Elvish sucks, I know words but not the structure of a sentence, so any mistakes are my own, and I'll fix them if someone finds any. Hannon le! Tsuki no Lomelinde
By: Tsuki no Lomelinde
Disclaimer: *sigh* I do not own "Lord of the Rings" I can still dream. can't I? *Drools over thought of owning "LotR"* *snaps back to present* Sorry. However, the characters that I created; Lomelinde, Shyla, Thurin, and Shoran, and any others, belong to me. Their mine all mine!!!!!! *blushes * sorry, power rush.
Summary: Something terrible has happened in Mirkwood, can it be saved and the evil destroyed? And where's Legolas......?
"The Wanderers"
Chapter one: Fire and nightmares
Elrond tossed in his sleep, visions plaguing him.. Fire. burning. the trees!! They were screaming in their pain, but not them alone, he could hear wailing, as if many were sounding their anguish. He could see blood.splattered everywhere. the moon cast an ethereal glow on everything. he was in a forest, what forest it was he did not know. he looked towards the sky drawn to it for some reason. he gasped there were no stars!! Only the moon looking cold and pale. it wasn't that there were clouds. the sky was just empty. an empty darkness. the trees continued in sounding their sorrow, and the elven lord felt an urge to join them. though he did know why.the urge was too great.
Elrond sat up in his bed, he shivered convulsively and looked around the room in panic, his gaze landed on the window and what lay outside. the trees weren't burning.
He turned surprised when someone pounded on his door, before he could make a move to open it; it burst open, nearly torn off its hinges.
Mithrandir stepped in, closely followed by Aragorn holding his sword and Gimli close behind axe in hand, the Halflings were also present, they all looked around the room wildly, and seeing no immediate danger relaxed slightly.
Aragorn moved towards the bed, "Ada are you alright? We heard someone cry out, are you well?"
Elrond merely looked at his foster son, the fellowship had all gathered for a bit of a reunion, having not seen each other in nearly five years.
"Ada?" Aragorn questioned worried when Elrond didn't answer him.
"I am fine Estel. it was merely a dream."
Aragorn's shoulders sagged in relief, it had been a hard few years; Arwen had been killed by bandits while on a ride near the borders of Gondor, leaving the king alone.
Mithrandir leaned on his staff heavily, and gave Elrond an assessing look before turning away.
Elrond looked at the assembled friends. the fellowship. but not complete, Legolas had not arrived yet. Elrond frowned, the prince was never late. and with his troubling dream he couldn't shake off a feeling of unease.
"All is well, I am sorry to have troubled all of you, please return to your beds and worry no longer." Elrond said, but before anyone could comply, Glorfindel rushed into the room, he gave the assembled group a confused glance before turning back to Elrond.
"My Lord, a horse was seen passing our borders a few minutes ago, at full gallop, they didn't even stop when our sentries hailed them, the rider was an elf, so they let them pass, the rider was in Mirkwood colors, and very weary."
Elrond threw back the blankets and stood up; he grabbed a robe to put on over his nightshirt, and grabbed some medical supplies, 'just to be on the safe side' he thought to himself, and hurried down the hall, the Fellowship and Glorfindel following close at his heels.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
They reached the great hall just as the doors burst open, a horse galloped in stopping only a few feet from where the fellowship stood.
"What is the meaning of this?" Elrond said.
The figure sat on the horse leaning heavily against the animal's neck, before sliding off.
"Who are you?" Elrond demanded.
The figure tugged their hood off revealing their face.
It was an elf maiden, she looked up at them.
"Woe to the old ones! For they are burning! Burning!" she wailed. "Nai, hên firith!" (The child is fading!) We are forsaken!"
"Where is the young one Lord Elrond? Where is the light? Estel! Where is the last? Gimli, Where is your friend?"
"Forsaken we are forsaken!"
"Hush child you make no sense!" Elrond said his voice harsher then he intended.
"The great forest is burning! Mirkwood is in flames! Fly! Fly to their aid!
But first hear this; the royal family is fallen! Thruin, heir to the throne is dead, Slain by the Orcs! Shoran is wounded, but still lives. Shyla rides, growing ever closer to Lothlorien with the elven maidens, and the elflings. And Thranduil is mad, mad with grief!"
Everyone stood frozen not believing what was being told to them.
Gimli broke the silence by saying, "What of Legolas? You name his father, his siblings, but not him?"
The maiden turned towards the dwarf, who looked into her eyes, 'those eyes were old' he thought, 'older than Elrond.'
"Alas young Legolas, the last of Thranduil's children, fallen before the battle, neither waking nor sleeping is he. Shall he waken? I know not." Her voice trailed off, and she turned away.
"Who are you?" Mithrandir asked, it seemed to be of great importance to him.
"I. I am Lomelinde, also known as Rana. I am the last." She said and was gone, just gone; it was as if she had faded away.
Elrond's face was grim, "We shall leave tonight; we can not wait. Glorfindel, awaken Elladan and Elrohir, they shall accompany us. Frodo, Sam, Merry, Pippin, the four of you shall remain here." Elrond silenced their protests by saying, "You are needed here; you must trust me on this matter."
The Halflings nodded glumly, but obeyed and returned to their rooms, though they did not sleep again that night.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The horses were saddled and Elladan and Elrohir had been told of what had happened. Glorfindel was remaining, as was Mithrandir, by the order of Elrond. The company set off, but what awaited them they did not know.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
*Rana is a word I picked up. in one of J.R.R. Tolkien's books, I'm afraid I'm not sure which one. it was in an index in the back of a book, it means 'wanderer'.
A/N: Well, tell me what you think. Should I continue? Oh, and I'm taking a vote, if you want this to be a Aragorn /Legolas slash, then tell me, if not I'll keep them just as friends. But the majority vote wins!!!
All reviews will be gladly accepted and cherished; all flames will be thrown into the mines of Moria and never heard from again.
Oh, and another thing, my Elvish sucks, I know words but not the structure of a sentence, so any mistakes are my own, and I'll fix them if someone finds any. Hannon le! Tsuki no Lomelinde