In chapter 4, Legolas says that it is because of Elawen that Rivendell
possess such beauty. I'm really sorry but I have reworded that, it now
says, that it is because of the Star Maiden that Rivendell possess such
beauty. I had to change it otherwise Legolas would now that she is from
Rivendell, so just imagine that Legolas doesn't know that Elawen is the
daughter of Elrond, even though you read it the last chapter (SORRY!!!!)
A few of you have asked me some questions about the story, which are
answered at the end of the chapter. I would like to say thanks to all
you guys that are reading and reviewing my story, it is great to know
that you like it, as this is my first attempt at writing a proper
descriptive story. I am hoping to be able to have basic Elvish lessons
at the end of later chapters!
Chapter 5: The Unexpected Encounter
The night was as dark as ever, as the company carried on south through the forest. The moon had faded from the sky, and very few stars could be seen shining through the darkness. Many hills and streams had they passed that night, but still they carried on.
Celebaras, Arostel and Gareneth were still at the rear of the company, while Legolas, who was leading them, rode on ahead of the ranks. The trees were rushing passed them, as the wind bristled in their hair. Many a time they had examined the sky, and once again Elawen looked above. Her hood was covering her feminine features, and only a hint of brightness could be seen in her eyes as the stars, reflected in them.
"It is two hours passed the stroke of midnight," Elawen's voice was soft and yet insure as she turned to face the fair maiden riding next to her, "We should have arrived by now." Elawen watched as Arian turned quickly to face her, "You don't suppose we have gone off course." Elawen quickly turned back to were Celebaras was headed, her elvish features filled with wrath and animosity. How could Arian doubt were Legolas was leading them? At this another voice could be heard in her elven ears, although it was not downhearted and morose like the others. It seemed to possess great delight.
Elawen could see a light ahead, shining through the haze of darkness. She strained her eyes, and looked towards the light, like an eagle searching for it's pray. Grey blue eyes were dark and wide, as her focus was fixed ahead. The light seemed to have been coming from a tree in the distance, and she looked up towards its height. The tree seemed calm and silent, until a shadow of movement could be seen, which the keen site of elves could not miss. Elawen finally withdraw her gaze and turned to Galindor, who than spoke aloud with exultation in his voice, "I believe we are hear at last, Eluthas." Elawen's fair face was filled with blessedness, and a smile filled her rosy lips. A smile too, spread across Arian's face, as the elf maid sighed with relief. The company had been riding most of the night, and the hope of rest filled their hearts.
As they draw closer to the light from the tree, the company began to cease, and the far off call of their leader was encouraging, as Legolas' voice filled the air. "We have reached the borders of Lim Sirair." The hearts of elves were lifted and a light shone in their fair faces, which had not been seen since the banquet the evening before. Then they looked back towards Legolas, whose expression was eager for them to listen, "You may rest and make camp hear for tonight, for tomorrow our search begins." The company spread out amongst the clearing in the forest, preparing tents in which to sleep in.
Elawen dismounted Celebaras, and walked him over towards a small Avinie tree. Its slim trunk glistened like gold, and its tiny, sleek leaves shone a silver grey. Elawen pulled out a coil of thin silken-grey rope, and gently tied Celebaras to its trunk. The elvish horse whined with delight, that rest was finally at hand, and Elawen stroked his nose softly. As she turned around, the horse nudged her gently in the side and whined again. The guards in the watch tree had proved them tents, and soon everybody was safely housed. Arian's tent was pitched next to Elawen, but Galindor's was placed the other side of the open glad, where he could discus matters with one of the captains from Mirkwood.
For the rest of the night the company slept uneasily, the thought of the search and the long hard days, filled their hearts with discomfort. Elawen awoke in the early hours when the sun was barely beginning to rise, after only having a few hours sleep. The sweet smell of fresh air filled her lungs, and the call of the swallow sang in the morning breeze. As she sat up a voice whispered her name softly and entered her tent. Elawen turned towards the entrance, as Arian's face peered in, "Good morning Elawen." Elawen beamed at her, "Good morning. I was wondering when you would come." Arian came in and sat down on Elawen's bed, her hair flowing down her back and her hazelnut eyes shining at Elawen. A green cloak hung over her white gown, with emdroided green sequins, sowed around the neck.
"I thought that you would like to come for a quick walk, while the company still sleeps." Arian's face was begging her to say yes. Elawen broke into a smile, and her eyes glowed with excitement; she had wanted to explore Lim Sirair ever since they had arrived, but feared that she would not have the time. Arian rushed to the entrance of the tent and turned back to Elawen, "Don't worry about getting changed. If any one query's why you are here, then just say that you are visiting." Elawen quickly slipped on some light shoes, and clipped her grey cloak about her shoulders with her silver broach. The two elves stepped outside and into the dim light of the sun, as it was still rising which shone in their faces, and the grass felt damp with newly laid dew.
Elawen and Arian sped away through the back of the camp, their long elven cloaks waving behind them, with their hair shimmering.
The two elves were walking together along the bank of a clear water stream, called Little Water, and to the elves of Mirkwood, Tithinen. Its clear waters shone like crystals in the morning light and its gentle flow ran for many leagues towards the River Running, in the East. Elawen and Arian went and sat down by the water's edge, listening to the sound of the current, and the singing of birds. For a long time they were entranced by the seclusion and beauty of the place, watching around them with admiration. At long last the silence was broken, as Arian turned to face Elawen.
"I am sorry, but I have not yet apologised about yesterday," a look of confusion spread across Elawen's face, "There is no need to apologise. What have you done?" Arian looked into Elawen's grey blue eyes with an innocent look, "When I almost gave away your identity in front of Galindor." Elawen's face was full of forgiveness, "Do not worry about it, as long as he does not know, I do not mind. Anyway it must be hard for you, having to call me Eluthas, when you know me as Elawen." Arian Let out a small laugh, and turned away from Elawen's gaze, "Yes, and it must also be hard for you. Seeming as you have taken a fancy to Legolas." Elawen's cheeks turned a rosy red, "How do you know that, is it that obvious?" Arian faced Elawen again with a warm smile on her face; "Well it is hard to miss by the look in your eyes whenever you see him." Elawen began to wonder about this, supposing Legolas noticed this too.
All was silent as Elawen pondered on her thoughts, staring into the stream before her. A while later, Arian stood up and put a hand on Elawen's shoulder, "I will be heading back now, for I need to prepare my things." Elawen looked up towards the dark eyed maid standing above her, "If you don't mind I should like to stay a bit longer." Arian smiled at her, and released her shoulder, "Alright, but don't be too long. Eluthas will be needed soon." At this Arian sped back into the trees back towards the camp, with her long brown hair flowing in the breeze.
Elawen stayed by the stream, dipping her toes into the cool waters of Tithinen. The sun had risen above the Harrison, its bright rays shining down on her as she gazed ahead. Elawen had been so endured in the scenery, she hardly noticed the light steps of an elf coming towards her.
The elf's steps seemed to be moving closer until they stopped meters away from where Elawen was sitting. There was a short pause and then the elf spoke out, "Please excuse me, Lady" Elawen turned in surprise and shock as to who the elf was. Elawen gazed up at his height and gasped, for it was Legolas. "Excuse me," the elf said again, "but my thoughts have dwelled long enough." Elawen looked at him with curiosity for what he had just said. "Are you the great Star Queen Elbereth, for you resemble her greatly." Elawen slowly stood up, not surprised at his words, for many times she had been mistaken for the fair Elbereth. Legolas begin to blush as he thought of what he had just said, "I am sorry. Forgive me." Elawen's lips possessed a smile, as she stepped closer towards him. "My Lord, do not ask me to forgive you. I do not mind," Elawen was now looking hard into his beautiful, sky blue eyes, as they gazed upon her.
Legolas smiled with contentment, still curious to know whom this elf maiden was. He felt as though he had been brought into a dream and was immediately captivated by her beauty. The pale blonde hair that flowed straight, down her back, glistened. And the morning light highlighted the golden streaks, which waved in her hair. The grey elven cloak which rested on her shoulders, hang down to her ankles, and the silver broach of Earendil was still clipped in place. He noticed she was clad in a gown of silver and white, with wonderful gold embroidery, and she reminded him of the Elanor flower, for she was bearing the colours of gold and silver, the same colours on its elegant petals. She also possessed the same proportions, for she too was tall and slender. For a while he held the elf maiden in his gaze, but it was her eyes that he found amazing, for they shined a grey blue light as they looked upon him.
"Please then Lady, if you are not Elbereth. Who are you?" Legolas was determined to find out who she really was, and was delighted when she replied an answer, "My name is Elawen."
"That is a beautiful name for a beautiful maiden," Legolas' words flowed in her head, for she could not believe what she had just heard. A while they held one another in they gaze, staring in disbelief, until a voice broke the atmosphere around them, causing Elawen to turn suddenly.
"Elawen! Elawen!" The voice called out amongst the trees. Elawen then remembered that Arian had expected her back a while ago, for the search would soon start. "Namarie," Elawen spoke softly to Legolas, and quickly rushed off through the trees, but making sure she did not take a direct route back to the camp else Legolas may suspect something. Legolas, surprised at Elawen's sudden reaction, called out towards her, his voice soft and melodic, "Namarie, arwen en amin."
This story is based on the time during the war of the ring, and if you remember from the books Legolas is at the council meeting, for he tells the council that Gollum has escaped. (I don't really want to reveal any more, as the council meeting is part of a later chapter).
Also the reason for Elawen hiding her face. Well this actually explained in a later chapter as well. I'm sorry I can't tell you (I really want to!!) but I don't want to give away an important part of the story. Don't worry, when I get to the chapter all will be explained.
Last note: Do not get the idea that Legolas thinks Elawen is Arwen, when he says, "Namarie, arwen en amin." This is just a simple Elvish phrase, "Fare well, my Lady." (It's kind of weird because Arwen's name is in the Sindarin dictionary, meaning, "Noble maiden."
Chapter 5: The Unexpected Encounter
The night was as dark as ever, as the company carried on south through the forest. The moon had faded from the sky, and very few stars could be seen shining through the darkness. Many hills and streams had they passed that night, but still they carried on.
Celebaras, Arostel and Gareneth were still at the rear of the company, while Legolas, who was leading them, rode on ahead of the ranks. The trees were rushing passed them, as the wind bristled in their hair. Many a time they had examined the sky, and once again Elawen looked above. Her hood was covering her feminine features, and only a hint of brightness could be seen in her eyes as the stars, reflected in them.
"It is two hours passed the stroke of midnight," Elawen's voice was soft and yet insure as she turned to face the fair maiden riding next to her, "We should have arrived by now." Elawen watched as Arian turned quickly to face her, "You don't suppose we have gone off course." Elawen quickly turned back to were Celebaras was headed, her elvish features filled with wrath and animosity. How could Arian doubt were Legolas was leading them? At this another voice could be heard in her elven ears, although it was not downhearted and morose like the others. It seemed to possess great delight.
Elawen could see a light ahead, shining through the haze of darkness. She strained her eyes, and looked towards the light, like an eagle searching for it's pray. Grey blue eyes were dark and wide, as her focus was fixed ahead. The light seemed to have been coming from a tree in the distance, and she looked up towards its height. The tree seemed calm and silent, until a shadow of movement could be seen, which the keen site of elves could not miss. Elawen finally withdraw her gaze and turned to Galindor, who than spoke aloud with exultation in his voice, "I believe we are hear at last, Eluthas." Elawen's fair face was filled with blessedness, and a smile filled her rosy lips. A smile too, spread across Arian's face, as the elf maid sighed with relief. The company had been riding most of the night, and the hope of rest filled their hearts.
As they draw closer to the light from the tree, the company began to cease, and the far off call of their leader was encouraging, as Legolas' voice filled the air. "We have reached the borders of Lim Sirair." The hearts of elves were lifted and a light shone in their fair faces, which had not been seen since the banquet the evening before. Then they looked back towards Legolas, whose expression was eager for them to listen, "You may rest and make camp hear for tonight, for tomorrow our search begins." The company spread out amongst the clearing in the forest, preparing tents in which to sleep in.
Elawen dismounted Celebaras, and walked him over towards a small Avinie tree. Its slim trunk glistened like gold, and its tiny, sleek leaves shone a silver grey. Elawen pulled out a coil of thin silken-grey rope, and gently tied Celebaras to its trunk. The elvish horse whined with delight, that rest was finally at hand, and Elawen stroked his nose softly. As she turned around, the horse nudged her gently in the side and whined again. The guards in the watch tree had proved them tents, and soon everybody was safely housed. Arian's tent was pitched next to Elawen, but Galindor's was placed the other side of the open glad, where he could discus matters with one of the captains from Mirkwood.
For the rest of the night the company slept uneasily, the thought of the search and the long hard days, filled their hearts with discomfort. Elawen awoke in the early hours when the sun was barely beginning to rise, after only having a few hours sleep. The sweet smell of fresh air filled her lungs, and the call of the swallow sang in the morning breeze. As she sat up a voice whispered her name softly and entered her tent. Elawen turned towards the entrance, as Arian's face peered in, "Good morning Elawen." Elawen beamed at her, "Good morning. I was wondering when you would come." Arian came in and sat down on Elawen's bed, her hair flowing down her back and her hazelnut eyes shining at Elawen. A green cloak hung over her white gown, with emdroided green sequins, sowed around the neck.
"I thought that you would like to come for a quick walk, while the company still sleeps." Arian's face was begging her to say yes. Elawen broke into a smile, and her eyes glowed with excitement; she had wanted to explore Lim Sirair ever since they had arrived, but feared that she would not have the time. Arian rushed to the entrance of the tent and turned back to Elawen, "Don't worry about getting changed. If any one query's why you are here, then just say that you are visiting." Elawen quickly slipped on some light shoes, and clipped her grey cloak about her shoulders with her silver broach. The two elves stepped outside and into the dim light of the sun, as it was still rising which shone in their faces, and the grass felt damp with newly laid dew.
Elawen and Arian sped away through the back of the camp, their long elven cloaks waving behind them, with their hair shimmering.
The two elves were walking together along the bank of a clear water stream, called Little Water, and to the elves of Mirkwood, Tithinen. Its clear waters shone like crystals in the morning light and its gentle flow ran for many leagues towards the River Running, in the East. Elawen and Arian went and sat down by the water's edge, listening to the sound of the current, and the singing of birds. For a long time they were entranced by the seclusion and beauty of the place, watching around them with admiration. At long last the silence was broken, as Arian turned to face Elawen.
"I am sorry, but I have not yet apologised about yesterday," a look of confusion spread across Elawen's face, "There is no need to apologise. What have you done?" Arian looked into Elawen's grey blue eyes with an innocent look, "When I almost gave away your identity in front of Galindor." Elawen's face was full of forgiveness, "Do not worry about it, as long as he does not know, I do not mind. Anyway it must be hard for you, having to call me Eluthas, when you know me as Elawen." Arian Let out a small laugh, and turned away from Elawen's gaze, "Yes, and it must also be hard for you. Seeming as you have taken a fancy to Legolas." Elawen's cheeks turned a rosy red, "How do you know that, is it that obvious?" Arian faced Elawen again with a warm smile on her face; "Well it is hard to miss by the look in your eyes whenever you see him." Elawen began to wonder about this, supposing Legolas noticed this too.
All was silent as Elawen pondered on her thoughts, staring into the stream before her. A while later, Arian stood up and put a hand on Elawen's shoulder, "I will be heading back now, for I need to prepare my things." Elawen looked up towards the dark eyed maid standing above her, "If you don't mind I should like to stay a bit longer." Arian smiled at her, and released her shoulder, "Alright, but don't be too long. Eluthas will be needed soon." At this Arian sped back into the trees back towards the camp, with her long brown hair flowing in the breeze.
Elawen stayed by the stream, dipping her toes into the cool waters of Tithinen. The sun had risen above the Harrison, its bright rays shining down on her as she gazed ahead. Elawen had been so endured in the scenery, she hardly noticed the light steps of an elf coming towards her.
The elf's steps seemed to be moving closer until they stopped meters away from where Elawen was sitting. There was a short pause and then the elf spoke out, "Please excuse me, Lady" Elawen turned in surprise and shock as to who the elf was. Elawen gazed up at his height and gasped, for it was Legolas. "Excuse me," the elf said again, "but my thoughts have dwelled long enough." Elawen looked at him with curiosity for what he had just said. "Are you the great Star Queen Elbereth, for you resemble her greatly." Elawen slowly stood up, not surprised at his words, for many times she had been mistaken for the fair Elbereth. Legolas begin to blush as he thought of what he had just said, "I am sorry. Forgive me." Elawen's lips possessed a smile, as she stepped closer towards him. "My Lord, do not ask me to forgive you. I do not mind," Elawen was now looking hard into his beautiful, sky blue eyes, as they gazed upon her.
Legolas smiled with contentment, still curious to know whom this elf maiden was. He felt as though he had been brought into a dream and was immediately captivated by her beauty. The pale blonde hair that flowed straight, down her back, glistened. And the morning light highlighted the golden streaks, which waved in her hair. The grey elven cloak which rested on her shoulders, hang down to her ankles, and the silver broach of Earendil was still clipped in place. He noticed she was clad in a gown of silver and white, with wonderful gold embroidery, and she reminded him of the Elanor flower, for she was bearing the colours of gold and silver, the same colours on its elegant petals. She also possessed the same proportions, for she too was tall and slender. For a while he held the elf maiden in his gaze, but it was her eyes that he found amazing, for they shined a grey blue light as they looked upon him.
"Please then Lady, if you are not Elbereth. Who are you?" Legolas was determined to find out who she really was, and was delighted when she replied an answer, "My name is Elawen."
"That is a beautiful name for a beautiful maiden," Legolas' words flowed in her head, for she could not believe what she had just heard. A while they held one another in they gaze, staring in disbelief, until a voice broke the atmosphere around them, causing Elawen to turn suddenly.
"Elawen! Elawen!" The voice called out amongst the trees. Elawen then remembered that Arian had expected her back a while ago, for the search would soon start. "Namarie," Elawen spoke softly to Legolas, and quickly rushed off through the trees, but making sure she did not take a direct route back to the camp else Legolas may suspect something. Legolas, surprised at Elawen's sudden reaction, called out towards her, his voice soft and melodic, "Namarie, arwen en amin."
This story is based on the time during the war of the ring, and if you remember from the books Legolas is at the council meeting, for he tells the council that Gollum has escaped. (I don't really want to reveal any more, as the council meeting is part of a later chapter).
Also the reason for Elawen hiding her face. Well this actually explained in a later chapter as well. I'm sorry I can't tell you (I really want to!!) but I don't want to give away an important part of the story. Don't worry, when I get to the chapter all will be explained.
Last note: Do not get the idea that Legolas thinks Elawen is Arwen, when he says, "Namarie, arwen en amin." This is just a simple Elvish phrase, "Fare well, my Lady." (It's kind of weird because Arwen's name is in the Sindarin dictionary, meaning, "Noble maiden."