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Chapter 8: Let the truth be known
The company had been following all signs that they could find of Gollum towards the Western border, but now the morn of the next day was arising and the weary company was steadily slowing it's pace.
The grass was soft about their feet, but yet it was cold and damp. The scattered snowbells shone with droplets of wet dew upon their ice white petals, and the rich green leaves of the ever green forest flowed in the gentle breeze, flourishing in the cool weathers of winter. There was no sound save the sweet calling of birds as they flew gracefully above the treetops, and the calming sound of trickling water as it flowed down stream. But amidst the tranquillity, the sky was ever grey and the haze of the sun was plain and dull for it was still waiting for it's time to arise.
"Very few tracks are laid before us," Galadûn's voice spoke out amongst the silence in a concerned tone, "Our chances of finding Gollum are slim." Legolas, who was near Galadûn at the time calmly spoke in return, but load enough so that most of the company could hear his warming thoughts, "If we keep going, then we will find him." Galadûn sighed at the elf's words knowing that they would probably prove right.
Elawen had heard what Legolas had said, and her mind drifted away as she thought of how positive and convincing his words of wisdom where. But still she longed to see the look of exultation in his beautiful eyes and warm gentle touch of his hand on hers once more.
Amongst her emotions she began to think of Arían, who seemed to be very nervous about their journey to the western border. Arian was walking behind Elawen, her head held low as she gazed at the forest floor; her arms wrapped round her for support. Elawen noticed how quiet she had been that night and held back away from the company to speak to her. As she approached her, Arían's only reaction was to look up sorrowfully at Elawen, her once joyful and blithe face now sad and dismal.
"Arían what is the matter, you have been like this all night?" Still Arían made now reply and just gazed downwards sighing. "It's nothing to do with the western border is it?" Elawen was desperate to an answer out of her. Hazelnut eyes met grey blue as Arían slowly nodded her head, and Elawen placed her arm upon Arían's shoulder. "Don't worry Arían. You will be fine." Arían at last whispered back to Elawen, "Are you sure? I mean, I have never in my many years of living ever laid a foot near to the borders of this forest." Elawen stopped walking and in turn so did Arían as she turned to face the fair elf next to her. Elawen smiled softly and lightly spoke to her, "When I was in Rivendell I was the same, although I actually wanted to leave more than anything in the world."
"I had always been trapped within the borders of Rivendell. But all I wanted was to leave and explore the far corners of Middle Earth." Arían's fair elvish face once more bore a smile, "I have never thought of it as being trapped. I have sometimes thought it would be bad to leave my home." Elawen sighed, "Never should you feel as though you have to stay, you will always be free to go where you please." Arían's emotions where uplifted and her elvish face shone with delight that her friend was here for her, "Thank you Elawen, you really are a true friend."
Elawen and Arían continued walking and made there way towards the company which had already gathered up speed and was now quite a way ahead of them. The sun was finally arising, and the dull grey sky turned a pale shade of blue. The forest around them began to shine and glow as the forest's leaves glistened and glowed in a rich green.
As the two elves walked quietly together, a laud cry echoed ahead, "Tiro! Look it's Gollum!" Another elf struggled over to him to suggest that he had better quieten down else Gollum would hear, but it was too late. The greenish brown lump amongst the undergrowth had heard them and pricked up its head quickly. Its large eyes stared at them in shock and surprise, but still they seamed to glow with anger and hatred. Thin whispery, green hair was drifting in the air as Gollum quickly shot threw the vegetation.
Every elf ran after the creature as he sped off. Legolas and many other elves drew their bows and fitted arrows upon the bowstring. Elawen too, sped off through the trees about them, but stayed close to Arian for she did not know of the skill of the bow and quiver. Ahead Elawen could see Gollum rustling in the undergrowth trying to get away, but it was no use. Gollum was losing them.
For a while they ran, chasing after Gollum, his large eccentric head turned back towards them as he ran also.
Bright light was shining ahead of the company, and Elawen looked ahead with curiosity. In the distance an open space of green grass shone for many leagues, no trees could be seen. The Misty Mountains stood up along the horizon their snow covered caps intertwined with the clouds in the pale blue sky.
"The borders," Arían spoke quietly, but laud enough, for Elawen had heard her comment. "Come on Arían. Just don't think about it." Arían took Elawen's advice and carried on, her rich waves flowed down about her waist as she ran. Her gleaming brown eyes looked worries but curious.
The company reached the boundaries of the forest, and stepped out onto the open green pasture. The air was fresh as the gentle wind blow against them. "Keep going, come on," Legolas said, almost forcing them to go. The company carried on, but occasionally many would look about them for they were not used to the open lands outside Mirkwood. The grass below them was damp and soft, so many of Gollum's tracks could be seen easily. But although they had a great advantage over Gollum, they still could not find him.
Gollum's tracks led down towards the Great River, and so the company followed. They looked and searched about the riverbanks but Gollum had gone. Legolas stood by himself in grief; his eyes where sad and down hearted. Elawen made her way towards him, curious to know what the problem was, "My lord, what is wrong?" Legolas turned to face Elawen, the light that once shone about him was gone and his fair face was filled with sorrow, "I just thought that I could make a difference."
Elawen lent her hand on his shoulder, "Gollum has gone, and there is nothing that we can do." "Yes Eluthas I know. But I feel as though I have let you all down." Elawen released his shoulder, "Legolas. You have never let us down. You did your best, and in that respect you have succeeded, even though Gollum has escaped." Legolas smiled softly, "I would like to be by myself for a while." At this Legolas turned and walked down along the banks of the Anduin, the sun shining in his golden hair.
Later that day, as the company rested, waiting for their journey back to Lim Sirair, Elawen made her way down towards the bank. The sun was down in the cloudless sky, and the rushing waters of the Anduin flowed about her. She stood by the edge, facing the opposite side of the river, "Why did you have to escape. Legolas is now full of quilt and unhappiness." Elawen, checking that none was in her site, pulled back her hood. Her long pale hair flowed down; its golden tints shimmered in the evening light.
As she thought back to when she was with Legolas her heart filled with warmth and joy. She long stood by herself wishing that she could soon see the elf prince again. Her mind was back in Tithinen when she had first met him, and that unforgettable night when he had kissed her. As she gazed with happiness at her dreams, a nose could be heard behind her. Elawen immediately thought it to be Gollum and turned around quickly grabbing her bow and fitting a glistening white arrow to the string. Elawen stood in shock. For what was that standing before her?
The figure moved closer and removed its hood and Elawen gasped in surprise. The figure was also in shock, "Eluthas? Is that you?" Elawen remembered that her hood was not over her head and she stood frozen wondering what she could do. "Elawen? It can't be," the figure was still unsure. Elawen moved closer, her bow and arrow still in her hands; "I can explain Legolas."
Elawen was not sure how but she decided to tell the truth, for it would only course more problems if she didn't, "You are right I am Elawen, but I am also Eluthas." Legolas looked at her, and could see how scared and worried she looked, "Why did you never tell me?" "I thought that if you knew I was disguising myself as a guard you would think of me as being untrustworthy." Elawen then sighed knowing that Legolas would never forgive her, "You're right. I should not have come here." Legolas moved forward towards her and held her head up, "I would never think of you as being untrustworthy. Never."
Elawen smiled with delight, "I . . ." But Legolas stopped her before she could carry on, "So, were you really going to shoot me?" Elawen looked down at the bow, which was in her hand, and Legolas smiled at her as she replied. "Well I almost hit your heart." Elawen looked up towards Legolas' dreamy sky blue eyes. Legolas touched the soft contours of her cheek, "I'm not so sure it didn't." Legolas held his hands about her slender waist and gently kissed her. Elawen returned the kiss and their radiance shone brightly by the waters edge.
Even though it sounds like it, this is NOT the end of the story. This only the beginning . . . . . Yes, a lot more happens and as I believe that every character has a part to play there are a lot of twists and emotions being played on. Well anyways thank you so much for reading and remember to review!!!
And now some more elvish lessons . . .
From story:
Tiro – Look (thought some of you might wonder what it is)
Some of the other elvish phrases that are mentioned in earlier chapters will be explained in later elvish lessons.
Months:
Narvinye – January
Nenime – Tuesday
Sulime – March
Viresse – April
Lotesse – May
Narie – June
Cermie – July
Urime – August
Yavannie – September
Narquelie – October
Hisime – November
Ringare – December
Those useful one word questions:
Sut? – How?
Mani? – What?
Lire? – When?
Manke? – Where?
Ya? – Who?
Mankoi? – Why?
Lle? – You?
Those, well just useful words:
I, me, my, (when you are refering to yourself) – Amin
He – Ro
She – Re
Him, His – Ho
Her, Hers – He
We, us, ours – Lye
You, yours (plural) – Llie
It, it's – Ta
That – Tanya
Them, their – Sen
They – Ron
This – Sina
Hope you enjoyed! Namárië
Chapter 8: Let the truth be known
The company had been following all signs that they could find of Gollum towards the Western border, but now the morn of the next day was arising and the weary company was steadily slowing it's pace.
The grass was soft about their feet, but yet it was cold and damp. The scattered snowbells shone with droplets of wet dew upon their ice white petals, and the rich green leaves of the ever green forest flowed in the gentle breeze, flourishing in the cool weathers of winter. There was no sound save the sweet calling of birds as they flew gracefully above the treetops, and the calming sound of trickling water as it flowed down stream. But amidst the tranquillity, the sky was ever grey and the haze of the sun was plain and dull for it was still waiting for it's time to arise.
"Very few tracks are laid before us," Galadûn's voice spoke out amongst the silence in a concerned tone, "Our chances of finding Gollum are slim." Legolas, who was near Galadûn at the time calmly spoke in return, but load enough so that most of the company could hear his warming thoughts, "If we keep going, then we will find him." Galadûn sighed at the elf's words knowing that they would probably prove right.
Elawen had heard what Legolas had said, and her mind drifted away as she thought of how positive and convincing his words of wisdom where. But still she longed to see the look of exultation in his beautiful eyes and warm gentle touch of his hand on hers once more.
Amongst her emotions she began to think of Arían, who seemed to be very nervous about their journey to the western border. Arian was walking behind Elawen, her head held low as she gazed at the forest floor; her arms wrapped round her for support. Elawen noticed how quiet she had been that night and held back away from the company to speak to her. As she approached her, Arían's only reaction was to look up sorrowfully at Elawen, her once joyful and blithe face now sad and dismal.
"Arían what is the matter, you have been like this all night?" Still Arían made now reply and just gazed downwards sighing. "It's nothing to do with the western border is it?" Elawen was desperate to an answer out of her. Hazelnut eyes met grey blue as Arían slowly nodded her head, and Elawen placed her arm upon Arían's shoulder. "Don't worry Arían. You will be fine." Arían at last whispered back to Elawen, "Are you sure? I mean, I have never in my many years of living ever laid a foot near to the borders of this forest." Elawen stopped walking and in turn so did Arían as she turned to face the fair elf next to her. Elawen smiled softly and lightly spoke to her, "When I was in Rivendell I was the same, although I actually wanted to leave more than anything in the world."
"I had always been trapped within the borders of Rivendell. But all I wanted was to leave and explore the far corners of Middle Earth." Arían's fair elvish face once more bore a smile, "I have never thought of it as being trapped. I have sometimes thought it would be bad to leave my home." Elawen sighed, "Never should you feel as though you have to stay, you will always be free to go where you please." Arían's emotions where uplifted and her elvish face shone with delight that her friend was here for her, "Thank you Elawen, you really are a true friend."
Elawen and Arían continued walking and made there way towards the company which had already gathered up speed and was now quite a way ahead of them. The sun was finally arising, and the dull grey sky turned a pale shade of blue. The forest around them began to shine and glow as the forest's leaves glistened and glowed in a rich green.
As the two elves walked quietly together, a laud cry echoed ahead, "Tiro! Look it's Gollum!" Another elf struggled over to him to suggest that he had better quieten down else Gollum would hear, but it was too late. The greenish brown lump amongst the undergrowth had heard them and pricked up its head quickly. Its large eyes stared at them in shock and surprise, but still they seamed to glow with anger and hatred. Thin whispery, green hair was drifting in the air as Gollum quickly shot threw the vegetation.
Every elf ran after the creature as he sped off. Legolas and many other elves drew their bows and fitted arrows upon the bowstring. Elawen too, sped off through the trees about them, but stayed close to Arian for she did not know of the skill of the bow and quiver. Ahead Elawen could see Gollum rustling in the undergrowth trying to get away, but it was no use. Gollum was losing them.
For a while they ran, chasing after Gollum, his large eccentric head turned back towards them as he ran also.
Bright light was shining ahead of the company, and Elawen looked ahead with curiosity. In the distance an open space of green grass shone for many leagues, no trees could be seen. The Misty Mountains stood up along the horizon their snow covered caps intertwined with the clouds in the pale blue sky.
"The borders," Arían spoke quietly, but laud enough, for Elawen had heard her comment. "Come on Arían. Just don't think about it." Arían took Elawen's advice and carried on, her rich waves flowed down about her waist as she ran. Her gleaming brown eyes looked worries but curious.
The company reached the boundaries of the forest, and stepped out onto the open green pasture. The air was fresh as the gentle wind blow against them. "Keep going, come on," Legolas said, almost forcing them to go. The company carried on, but occasionally many would look about them for they were not used to the open lands outside Mirkwood. The grass below them was damp and soft, so many of Gollum's tracks could be seen easily. But although they had a great advantage over Gollum, they still could not find him.
Gollum's tracks led down towards the Great River, and so the company followed. They looked and searched about the riverbanks but Gollum had gone. Legolas stood by himself in grief; his eyes where sad and down hearted. Elawen made her way towards him, curious to know what the problem was, "My lord, what is wrong?" Legolas turned to face Elawen, the light that once shone about him was gone and his fair face was filled with sorrow, "I just thought that I could make a difference."
Elawen lent her hand on his shoulder, "Gollum has gone, and there is nothing that we can do." "Yes Eluthas I know. But I feel as though I have let you all down." Elawen released his shoulder, "Legolas. You have never let us down. You did your best, and in that respect you have succeeded, even though Gollum has escaped." Legolas smiled softly, "I would like to be by myself for a while." At this Legolas turned and walked down along the banks of the Anduin, the sun shining in his golden hair.
Later that day, as the company rested, waiting for their journey back to Lim Sirair, Elawen made her way down towards the bank. The sun was down in the cloudless sky, and the rushing waters of the Anduin flowed about her. She stood by the edge, facing the opposite side of the river, "Why did you have to escape. Legolas is now full of quilt and unhappiness." Elawen, checking that none was in her site, pulled back her hood. Her long pale hair flowed down; its golden tints shimmered in the evening light.
As she thought back to when she was with Legolas her heart filled with warmth and joy. She long stood by herself wishing that she could soon see the elf prince again. Her mind was back in Tithinen when she had first met him, and that unforgettable night when he had kissed her. As she gazed with happiness at her dreams, a nose could be heard behind her. Elawen immediately thought it to be Gollum and turned around quickly grabbing her bow and fitting a glistening white arrow to the string. Elawen stood in shock. For what was that standing before her?
The figure moved closer and removed its hood and Elawen gasped in surprise. The figure was also in shock, "Eluthas? Is that you?" Elawen remembered that her hood was not over her head and she stood frozen wondering what she could do. "Elawen? It can't be," the figure was still unsure. Elawen moved closer, her bow and arrow still in her hands; "I can explain Legolas."
Elawen was not sure how but she decided to tell the truth, for it would only course more problems if she didn't, "You are right I am Elawen, but I am also Eluthas." Legolas looked at her, and could see how scared and worried she looked, "Why did you never tell me?" "I thought that if you knew I was disguising myself as a guard you would think of me as being untrustworthy." Elawen then sighed knowing that Legolas would never forgive her, "You're right. I should not have come here." Legolas moved forward towards her and held her head up, "I would never think of you as being untrustworthy. Never."
Elawen smiled with delight, "I . . ." But Legolas stopped her before she could carry on, "So, were you really going to shoot me?" Elawen looked down at the bow, which was in her hand, and Legolas smiled at her as she replied. "Well I almost hit your heart." Elawen looked up towards Legolas' dreamy sky blue eyes. Legolas touched the soft contours of her cheek, "I'm not so sure it didn't." Legolas held his hands about her slender waist and gently kissed her. Elawen returned the kiss and their radiance shone brightly by the waters edge.
Even though it sounds like it, this is NOT the end of the story. This only the beginning . . . . . Yes, a lot more happens and as I believe that every character has a part to play there are a lot of twists and emotions being played on. Well anyways thank you so much for reading and remember to review!!!
And now some more elvish lessons . . .
From story:
Tiro – Look (thought some of you might wonder what it is)
Some of the other elvish phrases that are mentioned in earlier chapters will be explained in later elvish lessons.
Months:
Narvinye – January
Nenime – Tuesday
Sulime – March
Viresse – April
Lotesse – May
Narie – June
Cermie – July
Urime – August
Yavannie – September
Narquelie – October
Hisime – November
Ringare – December
Those useful one word questions:
Sut? – How?
Mani? – What?
Lire? – When?
Manke? – Where?
Ya? – Who?
Mankoi? – Why?
Lle? – You?
Those, well just useful words:
I, me, my, (when you are refering to yourself) – Amin
He – Ro
She – Re
Him, His – Ho
Her, Hers – He
We, us, ours – Lye
You, yours (plural) – Llie
It, it's – Ta
That – Tanya
Them, their – Sen
They – Ron
This – Sina
Hope you enjoyed! Namárië