Khelekril, now 16, breathed in deeply. She was standing at her
balcony, dressed in a blue blouse and leggings. A lot had happened since
she had been awoken from a coma four years ago. The Princess of Greenwood
(now called Mirkwood) leaped lightly onto the rail of the balcony, and
looked down at the lake far below. She gave a great shout, and leaped of
the railing.
Thranduil sat in his study, desk facing the window. He watched the trees swaying, as he thought about what he was working on. A blur of blue and blond went whisking by. Thranduil shook his head, checking his clock. "My clock must be behind!" he muttered, resetting it. Thranduil's eldest son, Belegfea (whose name means Mighty Spirit) walked in. He smiled at his father. "Setting your clock by Khelekril again? I can't believe it's already 10:30!" he said. Thranduil chuckled, and nodded, "So, what news?" Thranduil asked Belegfea. "Well, Elledan of Rivendell has given me a message. He told me that in one month's time a Council would begin Elrond requests that you send a representative or two," Belegfea said. "Hmm, who should I send?" Thranduil said. "Might I give a suggestion?" Belegfea asked. Thranduil nodded appreciatively. "I think you should send Legolas and Khelekril. They both would like to see Aragorn and Arwen again, and Khelekril has always wanted to go on an adventure. Anyway, you need the rest of us here to fight the giant spiders that are threatening to take over," Belegfea said. "I suppose you're right. I can't spare you or any of the others," Thranduil seemed upset at the thought of his two youngest children, especially his only daughter, going away on such a dangerous trip. Even the road to Rivendell was dangerous now a-days. Belegfea could see that his father was upset, but they both new it was for the best. They heard a faint splash as Khelekril hit the lake below them. Belegfea sighed, watching his father sink deep into thought. He quietly left the room, to tell Legolas and Khelekril about their mission. (A/N: I tend slip deep into thought like that a lot. My teachers usually don't like it though…)
Two Weeks Later
Khelekril and Legolas had said their good byes, and now were riding out of Mirkwood and onto Rivendell. Khelekril was extremely excited. She had never been beyond the borders of Mirkwood without a large royal escort. Sure, she would miss her father, friends, and a few of her many brothers, (not all of them were nice to her) but it wasn't every day that you get to go to Rivendell with your favorite brother!
Legolas rode bareback, as is the way with Elves, upon his chestnut steed, Runya (Red Flame), silently. He watched the road ahead, his eyes scanning the sunny horizon for any signs of Orc or Nazgul. He turned to look at his sister, who was almost quivering with excitement. Legolas smiled, "You're not happy about going on this trip, are you?" he joked. Khelekril grinned at her brother, "Not at all!" she exclaimed teasingly. Suddenly, her blue roan, Gaelhen (Seachild), whinnied shrilly. The young Elven siblings looked up, and saw, in the far distance, a band of thirty Orcs running straight towards them.
"Orcs! Now what do we do Legolas? They're headed straight towards us!" Khelekril asked. Legolas frowned, and said, "I think that we should head off road for a bit. Keep in the cover of the trees along side," at this he motioned to the oak and beech trees on either side of the road. Khelekril nodded, and they whispered directions to their horses, in Elvish.
Quietly they trotted in the forest, just out of sight of the road. The Orcs grew closer, and Khelekril noticed how badly they smell. It's not nice to have that horrible smell blowing towards you on the wind.
The Orcs soon ran by, seeming not to notice them. But suddenly, one of the Orcs stopped. He walked towards them, sniffing the air with his filthy nose. The Elves held their breath. The Orc came closer, and was just about to shout to the others, when Legolas put an end to him with his long white blade.
They had stopped for camp later that night. The forest was thinning, and the ground beginning to rise as they had started to trek up the Misty Mountains late that afternoon. "So Khelek, how did you like your first encounter with Orcs?" Legolas asked his sister as they nibbled on some bread. Khelekril shuddered, and replied "I don't know if I want to do that again. They're awfully smelly creatures, and foul looking! The soon we get to Rivendell, the better." "I agree," Legolas said whole-heartedly.
A/N: I'm not going to bore you with the rest of the journey, which goes smoothly, so I'm going to go ahead and skip to when the siblings arrive in Rivendell. Oh, and the song is in /the Hobbit/, but I changed it around a little. It's not the best, but oh well.
Finally, they had reached Rivendell, two days before the Council of Elrond. Their horses cantered into the valley. Khelekril was overjoyed. This was the first time she had ever been to Rivendell. A song suddenly rang around them, causing Legolas to laugh at its silliness.
O! What are you doing,
And where are you going?
Your horses need shoeing!
The river is flowing!
O! Tra-la-la-lally!
Here down in the Valley!
O! What are you seeking,
And where are you making?
The faggots are reeking,
The bannocks are baking!
O! Tri-lil-lil-lolly,
The valley is jolly!
Ha ha!
O! Where are you going,
With quivers a-rocking?
No knowing, no knowing
What brings the young Greenleafs?
Oh Legolas and Khelek',
Down into the valley,
In October!
Ha ha!
The deep voice of Legolas rang out, accompanied by Khelekril's light, merry voice:
Oh, silly Elves are singing,
Instead of to us bringing,
A place to stay,
And food to eat,
And wouldn't it be neat,
To visit the Valley,
Tra-la-la-lally,
Of Rivendell!
Ho ho!
Laughter rang from the trees and Khelekril and Legolas heard the leaves rustling as they Elves sprang to do what they had been bid.
Lady Arwen, Lord Elrond, and Aragorn soon greeted the Royal Siblings of Mirkwood. Leaping down from their horses, a well-deserved reunion came about, and then Aragorn took to explaining their adventures. Frodo the Hobbit had been stabbed by a Morgul blade, and had just awoken that morning, but was now resting. The Greenleafs would not meet the Hobbits until tomorrow, at the Council of Elrond.
Thranduil sat in his study, desk facing the window. He watched the trees swaying, as he thought about what he was working on. A blur of blue and blond went whisking by. Thranduil shook his head, checking his clock. "My clock must be behind!" he muttered, resetting it. Thranduil's eldest son, Belegfea (whose name means Mighty Spirit) walked in. He smiled at his father. "Setting your clock by Khelekril again? I can't believe it's already 10:30!" he said. Thranduil chuckled, and nodded, "So, what news?" Thranduil asked Belegfea. "Well, Elledan of Rivendell has given me a message. He told me that in one month's time a Council would begin Elrond requests that you send a representative or two," Belegfea said. "Hmm, who should I send?" Thranduil said. "Might I give a suggestion?" Belegfea asked. Thranduil nodded appreciatively. "I think you should send Legolas and Khelekril. They both would like to see Aragorn and Arwen again, and Khelekril has always wanted to go on an adventure. Anyway, you need the rest of us here to fight the giant spiders that are threatening to take over," Belegfea said. "I suppose you're right. I can't spare you or any of the others," Thranduil seemed upset at the thought of his two youngest children, especially his only daughter, going away on such a dangerous trip. Even the road to Rivendell was dangerous now a-days. Belegfea could see that his father was upset, but they both new it was for the best. They heard a faint splash as Khelekril hit the lake below them. Belegfea sighed, watching his father sink deep into thought. He quietly left the room, to tell Legolas and Khelekril about their mission. (A/N: I tend slip deep into thought like that a lot. My teachers usually don't like it though…)
Two Weeks Later
Khelekril and Legolas had said their good byes, and now were riding out of Mirkwood and onto Rivendell. Khelekril was extremely excited. She had never been beyond the borders of Mirkwood without a large royal escort. Sure, she would miss her father, friends, and a few of her many brothers, (not all of them were nice to her) but it wasn't every day that you get to go to Rivendell with your favorite brother!
Legolas rode bareback, as is the way with Elves, upon his chestnut steed, Runya (Red Flame), silently. He watched the road ahead, his eyes scanning the sunny horizon for any signs of Orc or Nazgul. He turned to look at his sister, who was almost quivering with excitement. Legolas smiled, "You're not happy about going on this trip, are you?" he joked. Khelekril grinned at her brother, "Not at all!" she exclaimed teasingly. Suddenly, her blue roan, Gaelhen (Seachild), whinnied shrilly. The young Elven siblings looked up, and saw, in the far distance, a band of thirty Orcs running straight towards them.
"Orcs! Now what do we do Legolas? They're headed straight towards us!" Khelekril asked. Legolas frowned, and said, "I think that we should head off road for a bit. Keep in the cover of the trees along side," at this he motioned to the oak and beech trees on either side of the road. Khelekril nodded, and they whispered directions to their horses, in Elvish.
Quietly they trotted in the forest, just out of sight of the road. The Orcs grew closer, and Khelekril noticed how badly they smell. It's not nice to have that horrible smell blowing towards you on the wind.
The Orcs soon ran by, seeming not to notice them. But suddenly, one of the Orcs stopped. He walked towards them, sniffing the air with his filthy nose. The Elves held their breath. The Orc came closer, and was just about to shout to the others, when Legolas put an end to him with his long white blade.
They had stopped for camp later that night. The forest was thinning, and the ground beginning to rise as they had started to trek up the Misty Mountains late that afternoon. "So Khelek, how did you like your first encounter with Orcs?" Legolas asked his sister as they nibbled on some bread. Khelekril shuddered, and replied "I don't know if I want to do that again. They're awfully smelly creatures, and foul looking! The soon we get to Rivendell, the better." "I agree," Legolas said whole-heartedly.
A/N: I'm not going to bore you with the rest of the journey, which goes smoothly, so I'm going to go ahead and skip to when the siblings arrive in Rivendell. Oh, and the song is in /the Hobbit/, but I changed it around a little. It's not the best, but oh well.
Finally, they had reached Rivendell, two days before the Council of Elrond. Their horses cantered into the valley. Khelekril was overjoyed. This was the first time she had ever been to Rivendell. A song suddenly rang around them, causing Legolas to laugh at its silliness.
O! What are you doing,
And where are you going?
Your horses need shoeing!
The river is flowing!
O! Tra-la-la-lally!
Here down in the Valley!
O! What are you seeking,
And where are you making?
The faggots are reeking,
The bannocks are baking!
O! Tri-lil-lil-lolly,
The valley is jolly!
Ha ha!
O! Where are you going,
With quivers a-rocking?
No knowing, no knowing
What brings the young Greenleafs?
Oh Legolas and Khelek',
Down into the valley,
In October!
Ha ha!
The deep voice of Legolas rang out, accompanied by Khelekril's light, merry voice:
Oh, silly Elves are singing,
Instead of to us bringing,
A place to stay,
And food to eat,
And wouldn't it be neat,
To visit the Valley,
Tra-la-la-lally,
Of Rivendell!
Ho ho!
Laughter rang from the trees and Khelekril and Legolas heard the leaves rustling as they Elves sprang to do what they had been bid.
Lady Arwen, Lord Elrond, and Aragorn soon greeted the Royal Siblings of Mirkwood. Leaping down from their horses, a well-deserved reunion came about, and then Aragorn took to explaining their adventures. Frodo the Hobbit had been stabbed by a Morgul blade, and had just awoken that morning, but was now resting. The Greenleafs would not meet the Hobbits until tomorrow, at the Council of Elrond.