Chapter 3
Present
"Elriya Legolas? Where are you, Elriya?" A female voice chimed through the forest, bringing Legolas out of his memories. Grabbing his bow, he jumped gracefully from the oak tree he was in. "Your father sends me to fetch you!"
"Coming, Lady Rowan." He answered as he ran lightly across the forest floor. "Why does my father call for me?"
"The Fellowship arrives, as does the Riders of Rohan." She answered, bowing to her Prince.
"And Gimli? Does he come as well?" Legolas asked, speaking of one of his greatest friends.
"Aye, sir. The Master Dwarf is here as well. He is searching for you as we speak, Elriya."
"How wonderful! I must go find my friend. Tell my father that you could not find me." He said as he ran off to find his dwarven friend.
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"Legolas! Where are you, good friend!" Gimli shouted as he made his way along the forest path. Legolas, from yards off perked up his ears as he listened to his friend calling. He swiftly ran towards the sound of Gimli's voice.
"Halt!" A rough voice called as Gimli was surrounded by a group of horsed riders. "Your name, creature?"
"Tell me yours and I will name my own." Gimli stubbornly answered to the man, clearly the leader of the group.
"Very well. I am Eomer, son of Eomund and am the Third Marshal of Riddermark."
"I am Gimli, son of Gloin and let me warn you of your words for only your wits can excuse you from calling me a creature."
Eomer and his men grumbled angrily. "And I would cut off your head, beard and all if it did not already lie so low to the ground."
"And you would die before your stroke fell." Legolas interfered, his bow strung and an arrow notched.
"And you, Elriya, would be dead before your arrow pierces my Lord's skin." A female voice suddenly filled the clearing. Legolas glanced over to see a beautiful elven woman standing beside him, her own bow notched and aimed at his head.
"Then you know who I am?" He asked in his own language.
"That I do, Elriya." She answered in the same language, not lowering her bow.
"And yet you would still release that arrow, should I release mine?" He questioned the exquisite elf.
"I would, should you try to harm my Lord." She answered.
"My Lady?" Eomer asked, worried.
"All is well my Lord." She told him in the common tongue. "Will you lower your bow?" She asked Legolas in their language.
"Will you lower yours? And will your man lower his sword?"
"Sheath the sword, Eomer." She ordered and the man obeyed. Legolas lowered his bow, putting the unused arrow back into his quiver. She started to lower her and quickly raised it again, releasing the arrow. "What are you doing?" She demanded an answer from the man who had made his way to Legolas and had moved to strike him, now with an arrow, deeply embedded in his arm.
"He's hurt. Get him a medic." Eomer dictated as men scrambled to help their comrade. She turned and began her run towards the heart of the Woodland Realm of Mirkwood again. Legolas turned and called,
"My Lady! Whilst thou leave without leaving thy name?" She stopped and turned.
"That I will, Elriya. I suggest you take your dwarven friend and leave the company of these men for they will not stand by my orders once I am gone and will surely attempt to kill you. They do not know who you are." She said, leaving again.
"Come Gimli. We will go." Legolas said to his friend, speaking once more in the common tongue.
"Yes. We will. The others await our presence.
Present
"Elriya Legolas? Where are you, Elriya?" A female voice chimed through the forest, bringing Legolas out of his memories. Grabbing his bow, he jumped gracefully from the oak tree he was in. "Your father sends me to fetch you!"
"Coming, Lady Rowan." He answered as he ran lightly across the forest floor. "Why does my father call for me?"
"The Fellowship arrives, as does the Riders of Rohan." She answered, bowing to her Prince.
"And Gimli? Does he come as well?" Legolas asked, speaking of one of his greatest friends.
"Aye, sir. The Master Dwarf is here as well. He is searching for you as we speak, Elriya."
"How wonderful! I must go find my friend. Tell my father that you could not find me." He said as he ran off to find his dwarven friend.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Legolas! Where are you, good friend!" Gimli shouted as he made his way along the forest path. Legolas, from yards off perked up his ears as he listened to his friend calling. He swiftly ran towards the sound of Gimli's voice.
"Halt!" A rough voice called as Gimli was surrounded by a group of horsed riders. "Your name, creature?"
"Tell me yours and I will name my own." Gimli stubbornly answered to the man, clearly the leader of the group.
"Very well. I am Eomer, son of Eomund and am the Third Marshal of Riddermark."
"I am Gimli, son of Gloin and let me warn you of your words for only your wits can excuse you from calling me a creature."
Eomer and his men grumbled angrily. "And I would cut off your head, beard and all if it did not already lie so low to the ground."
"And you would die before your stroke fell." Legolas interfered, his bow strung and an arrow notched.
"And you, Elriya, would be dead before your arrow pierces my Lord's skin." A female voice suddenly filled the clearing. Legolas glanced over to see a beautiful elven woman standing beside him, her own bow notched and aimed at his head.
"Then you know who I am?" He asked in his own language.
"That I do, Elriya." She answered in the same language, not lowering her bow.
"And yet you would still release that arrow, should I release mine?" He questioned the exquisite elf.
"I would, should you try to harm my Lord." She answered.
"My Lady?" Eomer asked, worried.
"All is well my Lord." She told him in the common tongue. "Will you lower your bow?" She asked Legolas in their language.
"Will you lower yours? And will your man lower his sword?"
"Sheath the sword, Eomer." She ordered and the man obeyed. Legolas lowered his bow, putting the unused arrow back into his quiver. She started to lower her and quickly raised it again, releasing the arrow. "What are you doing?" She demanded an answer from the man who had made his way to Legolas and had moved to strike him, now with an arrow, deeply embedded in his arm.
"He's hurt. Get him a medic." Eomer dictated as men scrambled to help their comrade. She turned and began her run towards the heart of the Woodland Realm of Mirkwood again. Legolas turned and called,
"My Lady! Whilst thou leave without leaving thy name?" She stopped and turned.
"That I will, Elriya. I suggest you take your dwarven friend and leave the company of these men for they will not stand by my orders once I am gone and will surely attempt to kill you. They do not know who you are." She said, leaving again.
"Come Gimli. We will go." Legolas said to his friend, speaking once more in the common tongue.
"Yes. We will. The others await our presence.