Gosh, it's been so long. I'm really sorry about the wait, hope I haven't
put you off. As I'm sure you are aware my pen name has been changed to
Tintallë (I got a bit fed up with using my character's name) Thanks ever so
much for your ideas for Elvish names, hopefully I will be able to use the
best ones later on in the story. I will delay you no longer.
Chapter 13: The ride to Rivendell
Chilled to the bone, cold and harsh, like an icicle the moist tear slid down the warm complexion of velvet soft skin. Wind brushed passed against the trail of tears, chilling the face, sharp and quick. Cold the memories seemed, but underneath the warm glow of hope gladdened the heart.
Bristling, chiming the sound was sweet as leaves waved in the breeze, high up in the trees. The calling of birds as they fly in the sky, sings in harmony with the nature around. Relaxed and soothing the atmosphere was, calming all who journeyed near.
Darkness crept along the horizon, far away in the Misty Mountains, and along the serrated tops of trees, which formed the forest around. Small lights were shining, twinkling in the twilight above. Glowing like the flame of a candle, they provided only the slightest of light to show many the paths, which lay ahead.
Her thoughts were deep. And whipping her tears away, she remembered Arían, her dearest friend. How kind and true she had been in what little time they had known one another. "Oh alas," she sighed to herself, as she thought back to all the emotions they been through together, both sad and joyful. But now they would have to part, and this did bring sorrow to the elf's heart. Never again would she see her beloved friend, or was this just an illusion through the sad thoughts that passed through her mind. For sure she would meet dear Arían again, just not now. "Yes," she breathed, "We will meet again soon". The last words of Arían flowed through her mind, and silently, unnoticed by the two riders which accompanied her, she softly called back "Namárië."
Knowing that they must face different roads, different journeys and adventures, Elawen stepped back to her own reality, her own road in which she must take.
Just ahead of her, not far, were two elves she also knew very well. And Elawen praised that of which she at least did not have to part these dear friends also. Galindor her captain, and captain of Eluthas, how proudly he rode on his steed, Arostel, even though the journey he had set out to from Rivendell had failed. He had been a friend of Eluthas for a long time, and Elawen thought with amusement, that even he did not know her true self.
And of course, riding next to her was Legolas Greenleaf. The elven prince of Mirkwood, whom she had heard of many a time, and had dreamed of every night since she had first laid eyes on him.
Midnight struck the lonely night as the moon shone down hard in the sky. All three riders were tired and weary for they had had many long and tiring nights searching desperately for the creature Gollum.
The forest of Mirkwood was long behind and the only obstacle that lay before them was the valley trek through the winding paths at the mountains feet. Only once they had journeyed through the Misty Mountains would they reach Rivendell, the house of Elrond once more.
Only one had not set foot in Rivendell, and this elf sat upon his steed knowing this to be true. Legolas had never been to Rivendell, though he had always dreamed of going. Many had said that Rivendell was a natural and beautiful place, and belonging to the likes of himself, he thought very highly of all who dwelled near there.
"Come, we will rest here for tonight," The elven captain Galindor called back towards his companions, "Eluthas, you stay on watch. "At these words relief filled the hearts of Legolas and Elawen, for they knew of Galindor's determination of journeying far without rest.
The elven riders dismounted, carefully tying their steeds to a nearby tree. Galindor and Legolas sat down and began to make a fire for warmth, as the night was much colder than the previous. Elawen, who was chosen to stay on watch, sat on the edge of rock, which stood out form the gentle slops of grassland. Looking back on their tracks, Elawen could see the distant forest of Mirkwood. How small it seemed, almost like a piece of wood, yet whilst she was there everything seemed so tall and vast. She remembered the rustling of trees that seemed to flow through the air in Mirkwood, but out here, out in the open the rustling came from the grass below her. Wind whirled around her for a short while then dropped and all was calm. Elawen wrapped her cloak about her as she gazed and pondered on what would greet her when she returned to Rivendell.
"I hear that the Lord Thranduil has ordered you to escort us back to Rivendell, "Galindor was rather curious of this matter and spoke on, questioning Legolas, "And also to speak with the Lord of the house. Is this of the terrible news of the search?" "Alas it is I am afraid," Legolas spoke confirming Galindor's question, "I am to convey the news, for it is a matter of grave importance to your Lord." Galindor turned his glance with an unsure look, yet pondering on what Legolas had said, "Is this matter in which you are to speak private?" At Galindor's words Legolas showed a face of concern, "I am sorry, but this matter is secret, and I should not think Lord Elrond would appreciate it if I was to make this matter public."
Elawen, who had remained silent throughout the conversation, was considering what Legolas had said. She could remember hearing her father talk of important matters, and that he would never tell her everything about them. But she did know something about a ring, the One Ring to be precise and accurate of his words. And for some reason she had the feeling that this is the secret matter Legolas had mentioned.
"Well we had better get some rest if we are to reach Rivendell soon," Galindor spoke only for good wisdom but came out somewhat different.
Legolas stayed awake by the fire, for he was still curious himself what it was his farther wanted him to do. Yes, the issue of Gollum was secret, but according to his farther he was to attend the Council of Lord Elrond to discus the affair properly and decide what they must do. And this bought curiosity and wonder upon the elf.
The icy wind blow hard once more about the elves, and something that Elawen had hoped would never came back, did. Like the stab of a knife against raw flesh, the pain of her wound came back. Awaking from her thoughts she opened her eyes, and held her hand on her chest, clenching the pain to try and stop it. Her mind blank with panic, what could she do?
Only a few seconds had it arrived, it had left and the agonizing pain that this young elf had faced was gone.
"Elawen?" Legolas saw the sudden shock in her grey blue eyes, and was concerned of what the matter was. But also trying to keep quiet in front of Galindor, "Are you alright? What is wrong?" Elawen turned to face him, her heart seemed to beat faster at he thought that he was concerned for her, "It was my wound. The pain, it just came back." Legolas put an arm around her shoulder, "Are you still hurt?" Elawen sighed, "Nay, I am alright now." Legolas smiled with relief and then sighed gazing out upon the waving grassland, "Is this were it all happened?" Elawen joined Legolas and stared about her, "Alas, for you are right, it is."
All was calm, and the early morning due had already fallen making the ground damp and sodden. A few hours had passed since she had fallen asleep under the stars, and Elawen quickly woke and got up. Legolas and Galindor still lay there on the ground near her, motionless.
Celebaras stood beside the two other steeds, waiting patiently for his mistress as always. Elawen walked over to him, gently patting his silky nose, and untying the reins from the tree. "Sut naa lle, Celebaras?" Elawen softly spoke in her own tongue as if the horse could understand her. Celebaras just stared at her and whined loudly but happily. Elawen laid her head on the horse's neck and sighed to herself, the wind gently and calmly blowing her pale hair.
"Quel amrun Elawen," A soft and melodic voice sang out behind her, and a warm touch was felt on her hand. Elawen smiled and glanced round, to see Legolas shining down upon her. "Good morning to thee," Elawen whispered mischievously, her eyes glowing brightly with anticipation. Legolas lent forward towards Elawen before him, and ran a slender hand along her soft velvet cheek. "I have waited long to see you like this again," Legolas breathed, as though about to kiss the elf maiden. Their radiance shining in the early light. "I believe it is time we continued." Elawen and Legolas turned around in shock and horror as to who was there staring at them. Galindor stood with curiosity spread thickly across his fair elvish face. The two elves in a rather awkward position stood in silence, neither of them knowing what to do. Galindor still stood there looking very suspiciously broke the silence first, "We had better continue to Rivendell. Come."
Elawen turned to Celebaras, quickly checking that her hood was covering her face as much as possible, and mounted him quickly, while Legolas untied Taurlim and mounted also. The two lovers gazing at one another in disbelief, what would Galindor think?
Galindor now looked as normal as ever, "Come along now, what is the shock about?" Elawen quickly replied to save even more suspicion, "Nothing, fair Galindor." The three Elven riders began their ride again, Legolas and Elawen behind still surprised.
Elawen turned to Legolas who was trying to get her attention as discreetly as possible. Legolas looked once more upon her and gently lifted the rim of her hood, glad to see her beautiful eyes shine at him once more, "That was close." Elawen smiled in return but something still bothered her, "Do you think he suspects something?" Legolas left Elawen's hood and gazed forward to wear Taurlim was headed, "Nay. Judging by the way he is taking it, I would not have thought so."
Well that's Chapter 13, I hope you really enjoyed it! Did Galindor get any messages from this encounter? Chapter 14 has a new character involved, you do know him, but he has not been mentioned in my story so far.
Sorry, but the Elvish lesson I typed out ages ago has gone so there isn't one this time.
Chapter 13: The ride to Rivendell
Chilled to the bone, cold and harsh, like an icicle the moist tear slid down the warm complexion of velvet soft skin. Wind brushed passed against the trail of tears, chilling the face, sharp and quick. Cold the memories seemed, but underneath the warm glow of hope gladdened the heart.
Bristling, chiming the sound was sweet as leaves waved in the breeze, high up in the trees. The calling of birds as they fly in the sky, sings in harmony with the nature around. Relaxed and soothing the atmosphere was, calming all who journeyed near.
Darkness crept along the horizon, far away in the Misty Mountains, and along the serrated tops of trees, which formed the forest around. Small lights were shining, twinkling in the twilight above. Glowing like the flame of a candle, they provided only the slightest of light to show many the paths, which lay ahead.
Her thoughts were deep. And whipping her tears away, she remembered Arían, her dearest friend. How kind and true she had been in what little time they had known one another. "Oh alas," she sighed to herself, as she thought back to all the emotions they been through together, both sad and joyful. But now they would have to part, and this did bring sorrow to the elf's heart. Never again would she see her beloved friend, or was this just an illusion through the sad thoughts that passed through her mind. For sure she would meet dear Arían again, just not now. "Yes," she breathed, "We will meet again soon". The last words of Arían flowed through her mind, and silently, unnoticed by the two riders which accompanied her, she softly called back "Namárië."
Knowing that they must face different roads, different journeys and adventures, Elawen stepped back to her own reality, her own road in which she must take.
Just ahead of her, not far, were two elves she also knew very well. And Elawen praised that of which she at least did not have to part these dear friends also. Galindor her captain, and captain of Eluthas, how proudly he rode on his steed, Arostel, even though the journey he had set out to from Rivendell had failed. He had been a friend of Eluthas for a long time, and Elawen thought with amusement, that even he did not know her true self.
And of course, riding next to her was Legolas Greenleaf. The elven prince of Mirkwood, whom she had heard of many a time, and had dreamed of every night since she had first laid eyes on him.
Midnight struck the lonely night as the moon shone down hard in the sky. All three riders were tired and weary for they had had many long and tiring nights searching desperately for the creature Gollum.
The forest of Mirkwood was long behind and the only obstacle that lay before them was the valley trek through the winding paths at the mountains feet. Only once they had journeyed through the Misty Mountains would they reach Rivendell, the house of Elrond once more.
Only one had not set foot in Rivendell, and this elf sat upon his steed knowing this to be true. Legolas had never been to Rivendell, though he had always dreamed of going. Many had said that Rivendell was a natural and beautiful place, and belonging to the likes of himself, he thought very highly of all who dwelled near there.
"Come, we will rest here for tonight," The elven captain Galindor called back towards his companions, "Eluthas, you stay on watch. "At these words relief filled the hearts of Legolas and Elawen, for they knew of Galindor's determination of journeying far without rest.
The elven riders dismounted, carefully tying their steeds to a nearby tree. Galindor and Legolas sat down and began to make a fire for warmth, as the night was much colder than the previous. Elawen, who was chosen to stay on watch, sat on the edge of rock, which stood out form the gentle slops of grassland. Looking back on their tracks, Elawen could see the distant forest of Mirkwood. How small it seemed, almost like a piece of wood, yet whilst she was there everything seemed so tall and vast. She remembered the rustling of trees that seemed to flow through the air in Mirkwood, but out here, out in the open the rustling came from the grass below her. Wind whirled around her for a short while then dropped and all was calm. Elawen wrapped her cloak about her as she gazed and pondered on what would greet her when she returned to Rivendell.
"I hear that the Lord Thranduil has ordered you to escort us back to Rivendell, "Galindor was rather curious of this matter and spoke on, questioning Legolas, "And also to speak with the Lord of the house. Is this of the terrible news of the search?" "Alas it is I am afraid," Legolas spoke confirming Galindor's question, "I am to convey the news, for it is a matter of grave importance to your Lord." Galindor turned his glance with an unsure look, yet pondering on what Legolas had said, "Is this matter in which you are to speak private?" At Galindor's words Legolas showed a face of concern, "I am sorry, but this matter is secret, and I should not think Lord Elrond would appreciate it if I was to make this matter public."
Elawen, who had remained silent throughout the conversation, was considering what Legolas had said. She could remember hearing her father talk of important matters, and that he would never tell her everything about them. But she did know something about a ring, the One Ring to be precise and accurate of his words. And for some reason she had the feeling that this is the secret matter Legolas had mentioned.
"Well we had better get some rest if we are to reach Rivendell soon," Galindor spoke only for good wisdom but came out somewhat different.
Legolas stayed awake by the fire, for he was still curious himself what it was his farther wanted him to do. Yes, the issue of Gollum was secret, but according to his farther he was to attend the Council of Lord Elrond to discus the affair properly and decide what they must do. And this bought curiosity and wonder upon the elf.
The icy wind blow hard once more about the elves, and something that Elawen had hoped would never came back, did. Like the stab of a knife against raw flesh, the pain of her wound came back. Awaking from her thoughts she opened her eyes, and held her hand on her chest, clenching the pain to try and stop it. Her mind blank with panic, what could she do?
Only a few seconds had it arrived, it had left and the agonizing pain that this young elf had faced was gone.
"Elawen?" Legolas saw the sudden shock in her grey blue eyes, and was concerned of what the matter was. But also trying to keep quiet in front of Galindor, "Are you alright? What is wrong?" Elawen turned to face him, her heart seemed to beat faster at he thought that he was concerned for her, "It was my wound. The pain, it just came back." Legolas put an arm around her shoulder, "Are you still hurt?" Elawen sighed, "Nay, I am alright now." Legolas smiled with relief and then sighed gazing out upon the waving grassland, "Is this were it all happened?" Elawen joined Legolas and stared about her, "Alas, for you are right, it is."
All was calm, and the early morning due had already fallen making the ground damp and sodden. A few hours had passed since she had fallen asleep under the stars, and Elawen quickly woke and got up. Legolas and Galindor still lay there on the ground near her, motionless.
Celebaras stood beside the two other steeds, waiting patiently for his mistress as always. Elawen walked over to him, gently patting his silky nose, and untying the reins from the tree. "Sut naa lle, Celebaras?" Elawen softly spoke in her own tongue as if the horse could understand her. Celebaras just stared at her and whined loudly but happily. Elawen laid her head on the horse's neck and sighed to herself, the wind gently and calmly blowing her pale hair.
"Quel amrun Elawen," A soft and melodic voice sang out behind her, and a warm touch was felt on her hand. Elawen smiled and glanced round, to see Legolas shining down upon her. "Good morning to thee," Elawen whispered mischievously, her eyes glowing brightly with anticipation. Legolas lent forward towards Elawen before him, and ran a slender hand along her soft velvet cheek. "I have waited long to see you like this again," Legolas breathed, as though about to kiss the elf maiden. Their radiance shining in the early light. "I believe it is time we continued." Elawen and Legolas turned around in shock and horror as to who was there staring at them. Galindor stood with curiosity spread thickly across his fair elvish face. The two elves in a rather awkward position stood in silence, neither of them knowing what to do. Galindor still stood there looking very suspiciously broke the silence first, "We had better continue to Rivendell. Come."
Elawen turned to Celebaras, quickly checking that her hood was covering her face as much as possible, and mounted him quickly, while Legolas untied Taurlim and mounted also. The two lovers gazing at one another in disbelief, what would Galindor think?
Galindor now looked as normal as ever, "Come along now, what is the shock about?" Elawen quickly replied to save even more suspicion, "Nothing, fair Galindor." The three Elven riders began their ride again, Legolas and Elawen behind still surprised.
Elawen turned to Legolas who was trying to get her attention as discreetly as possible. Legolas looked once more upon her and gently lifted the rim of her hood, glad to see her beautiful eyes shine at him once more, "That was close." Elawen smiled in return but something still bothered her, "Do you think he suspects something?" Legolas left Elawen's hood and gazed forward to wear Taurlim was headed, "Nay. Judging by the way he is taking it, I would not have thought so."
Well that's Chapter 13, I hope you really enjoyed it! Did Galindor get any messages from this encounter? Chapter 14 has a new character involved, you do know him, but he has not been mentioned in my story so far.
Sorry, but the Elvish lesson I typed out ages ago has gone so there isn't one this time.