Title: A Friendship to Last the Ages
Disclaimer: I, of course, do not own any of J.R Tolkien's characters or anything else created by him. I wish I did though ;) Except for Tarmin, he is an OC created by me.
Rating: I'm going to put this as Mature just to be on the safe side. There are no slashes or anything of that kind but there will be some violence and more adult themed content.
Summary: Thranduil, Prince of Mirkwood and his friend, Tarnim travel to Rivendell to spend the summer with their old friend, Elrond. Will the journey to Rivendell go as planned?
I'm totally addicted to reading Middle Earth fanfiction so I decided to try writing it. So this story is about Elrond and Thranduil's friendship. For this I picture them looking like they are in their mid-20's(even though there both like 1,500 years old). Thranduil is still just a prince at this point. Let me know what you think! I'm not very good with the elven lanqauge so bear with me!
Prince Thranduil of Mirkwood was practically shaking with excitement as he saddled his grey mare, Nenowith. His father, Oropher, had informed him of a message received from Rivendell that Thranduil was invited to stay there for the summer. The prince had been great friends with Elrond, Prince of Rivendell, since they were both elflings. However, Thranduil had not seen him in over fifty years as Elrond had been travelling Middle Earth honing his healing skills. Since this time he was back in Rivendell and quite an accomplished healer, working in the healing wards tending to various injuries the elven warriors brought home. The Mirkwood Prince was eager to start off on his month long journey between the elven realms to catch up with his old friend and hear of his extensive travels.
"Are you almost ready, Thranduil" whined Tarnim, a strong, capable warrior who was to accompany Thranduil on his journey. Though a few years older than the prince the two blonde haired elves were very good friends and often accompanied each other on hunting trips.
"Quit nagging on me, mellon! I am almost done. By the Valar, Nenowith is more patient then yourself!" the prince exclaimed teasingly as he finished tightening the mare's girth. He quickly mounted and checked his leather sash one last time to make sure his beloved ivory and silver carved daggers were in place. Never had they failed him and he did not venture outside Mirkwood without them. Turning Nenowith's powerful hindquarters around he followed Tarnim's blood bay stallion, Lainmi, towards the path out of the green forest.
The four weeks of the elves journey went without a hitch aside from a mischievous Nenowith throwing Thranduil into a creek. While wet and feeling very undignified he was not injured. This little "accident" however solicited endless taunts from Tarnim, much to the golden haired Princes' embarrassment. They still had several hours of riding left ahead of them but since the trip had been going so smoothly both elves agreed that they would arrive in Rivendell in a timely manner.
"Be careful of Nenowith, I don't care to pull you out of this stream!" Tarnim exclaimed jokingly as he and Thranduil rode by a flowing stream.
"Nor do I care to be pulled out of one." Retorted Thranduil dryly although he kept a wary eye on his grey mare.
"I dare say Lainmi would never pull such tricks with me!" jabbed the warrior again as he rode up beside the prince. Thranduil merely shot him a glare in response.
"Jokes aside shall we stop for a bite to eat, I'm famished." Tarmin said. This is elicited a smirk out of Thranduil. The older elf always seemed to be hungry and Thranduil had made to sure to pack extra rations just for Tarmin.
"You are always famished, mellon. But yes we will stop." Thrandul replied.
They dismounted and left Nenowith and Lainmi to graze by the stream. Tarnim was unwrapping some lambras bread from its silver cloth when he suddenly lifted his head and observed the forest around the clearing with keen eyes. Thrandul immediately took notice to his companions tense deamonr.
"What is it, mellon?" Thranduil questioned with perhaps a trace of anxiety in his voice.
"Something foul approaches. Something with heavy footsteps." Tarnim said slowly.
"Not an orc?! Not this close to Rivendell surely!" Thranduil had become thoroughly alarmed by these words.
"Not just once orc Thranduil, I count at least eight." Tarnim turned to face Thranduil, alarm evident in his clear grey eyes.