Chapter 1
The sun had risen, welcoming the flowerbeds and fountains by wrapping them in a warm blanket of light. A statue of an elf king was standing proudly in the center of Rivendell, gleaming in the rays of light. Children were dancing in the streets, running all around, chasing butterflies and other small insects. The mood of the Elven was happy. But that day, it would change forever.
Legolas and his wife, Joanila, were inside their home. A White palace-like building with several bedrooms and privacy perched on top of the mountainside, overlooking the beauty of the Rivendell square. They weren't alone, no. They had the company of a twenty-year-old daughter, very young for an elf, perhaps the age of fifteen in human years. Her long blonde hair framed her pale face with sapphire eyes embedded as eyes. She was strong, and intelligent, a good sign in an elf child.
Legolas was leaning against a small pillar that held up the roof of his bedroom. His eyes were closed, and his hands trembled. Inside his head, he saw something that would change his life.
There were flames, burning homes in a small village that Legolas was regretting to know of. It was Hobbiton. Large black horses were fleeing the scene. There were tall beasts that raised swords, bringing them down on elder, helpless hobbits. Their screams echoed inside his head. He narrowed his eyebrows as two hobbits fell with wounds on the left sides of their chests. Legolas felt like screaming. Hatred suddenly filled him to his neck as Merry and Pippin died on the ground.
The vision changed, he saw a different, but still familiar hobbit. There was a beast wearing a helmet holding him by the scruff of his neck. A small knife was held to his throat as he was crunched between a burning wall and the hot breath of the monster.
"Where is it?" it hissed. Legolas watched in worry and fear as he recognized the Hobbit. It was young Frodo Baggins, the Hobbit who had saved Middle-Earth from the take-over of The Dark Lord by destroying his ring.
"I told you, I don't know!" he cried. Tears of pain welled-up in his eyes. Legolas watched helplessly as the Hobbit was dropped to the ground.
"You're no help!" cried the beast. He thrust the knife into Frodo's chest and twisted it. Frodo screamed in pain, Legolas felt a burn in his heart. Frodo opened his eyes as his face grew pale. He breathed heavily. He turned his head, towards Legolas, at Legolas.
"Lego." he took a deep breath. "las." He twitched, and then stopped breathing. Legolas thrust forward, his eyes opened.
"Frodo!" he cried. His forehead and hands were wet. Legolas saw the startled face of a young girl elf. She had long blonde hair that was down to her waist. He white gown was fluttering in the small breeze that entered through the window. She pulled her head back. Legolas then realized that she was sitting on the bed and was watching him intently.
"Andréa!" he cried. He was breathing as though he had run a thousand miles. The young elf was surprised to hear her name from the elf.
"Father? Are you feeling well?" she asked. Legolas reached for her.
"Andréa!" he was crying. He wasn't prepared for what he had seen. He held his daughter close to him. He felt the pain of loss and regret weigh down his heart. "Where's mother? Where is she?"
"She's out in the garden." Andréa explained.
"Send her inside to me," said Legolas. "Then you must go into the underground and find my sword. All right?"
"Yes, father." The little girl hurried away. Legolas rubbed his forehead and stood. He felt dizzy, toppling, but not falling as he decided to lean against the pillar. He looked at the ruffled blankets on his bed. He heard the door open and latch shut.
"Joanila?" he called. He ran out of the room. His wife was waiting for him by the door.
"What Legolas? Is it urgent?" she seemed worried, yet confused.
"Joanila, we're at war again." Joanila gasped and covered her mouth. "The beasts of the South-Earth have entered our realm and are taking over. They've already attacked the Shire." Joanila fell into Legolas's arms, hugging his waist. Legolas hugged her close.
"Must you leave?" she asked. There was a quiver of a sob in her voice.
"I must council Elrond first. We will plan and determine for a week." Legolas grabbed both sides of her face and kissed her. "But I will come back." Joanila stared into his sky-blue eyes, as tears welled in hers. "I promise." Joanila couldn't stop it, she began to cry. Legolas embraced her and kissed her again.
Tap, tap, tap, there was a pause between each knock, and unnatural, horrible pause. Legolas slowly let go of his wife and headed towards the door. Joanila sat down on their lounge chair. She began to sob uncontrollably
Legolas opened the door to find a startling sight. A Human warrior, wounded in his shoulder, dried blood was cracking at the side of his mouth. He wore useless armor and a sword was at his side. He had hair down to the end of his neck, and a thin beard that led up to two thin sideburns. Legolas reached out to him.
"Aragorn! Aragorn! Are you all right?"
The sun had risen, welcoming the flowerbeds and fountains by wrapping them in a warm blanket of light. A statue of an elf king was standing proudly in the center of Rivendell, gleaming in the rays of light. Children were dancing in the streets, running all around, chasing butterflies and other small insects. The mood of the Elven was happy. But that day, it would change forever.
Legolas and his wife, Joanila, were inside their home. A White palace-like building with several bedrooms and privacy perched on top of the mountainside, overlooking the beauty of the Rivendell square. They weren't alone, no. They had the company of a twenty-year-old daughter, very young for an elf, perhaps the age of fifteen in human years. Her long blonde hair framed her pale face with sapphire eyes embedded as eyes. She was strong, and intelligent, a good sign in an elf child.
Legolas was leaning against a small pillar that held up the roof of his bedroom. His eyes were closed, and his hands trembled. Inside his head, he saw something that would change his life.
There were flames, burning homes in a small village that Legolas was regretting to know of. It was Hobbiton. Large black horses were fleeing the scene. There were tall beasts that raised swords, bringing them down on elder, helpless hobbits. Their screams echoed inside his head. He narrowed his eyebrows as two hobbits fell with wounds on the left sides of their chests. Legolas felt like screaming. Hatred suddenly filled him to his neck as Merry and Pippin died on the ground.
The vision changed, he saw a different, but still familiar hobbit. There was a beast wearing a helmet holding him by the scruff of his neck. A small knife was held to his throat as he was crunched between a burning wall and the hot breath of the monster.
"Where is it?" it hissed. Legolas watched in worry and fear as he recognized the Hobbit. It was young Frodo Baggins, the Hobbit who had saved Middle-Earth from the take-over of The Dark Lord by destroying his ring.
"I told you, I don't know!" he cried. Tears of pain welled-up in his eyes. Legolas watched helplessly as the Hobbit was dropped to the ground.
"You're no help!" cried the beast. He thrust the knife into Frodo's chest and twisted it. Frodo screamed in pain, Legolas felt a burn in his heart. Frodo opened his eyes as his face grew pale. He breathed heavily. He turned his head, towards Legolas, at Legolas.
"Lego." he took a deep breath. "las." He twitched, and then stopped breathing. Legolas thrust forward, his eyes opened.
"Frodo!" he cried. His forehead and hands were wet. Legolas saw the startled face of a young girl elf. She had long blonde hair that was down to her waist. He white gown was fluttering in the small breeze that entered through the window. She pulled her head back. Legolas then realized that she was sitting on the bed and was watching him intently.
"Andréa!" he cried. He was breathing as though he had run a thousand miles. The young elf was surprised to hear her name from the elf.
"Father? Are you feeling well?" she asked. Legolas reached for her.
"Andréa!" he was crying. He wasn't prepared for what he had seen. He held his daughter close to him. He felt the pain of loss and regret weigh down his heart. "Where's mother? Where is she?"
"She's out in the garden." Andréa explained.
"Send her inside to me," said Legolas. "Then you must go into the underground and find my sword. All right?"
"Yes, father." The little girl hurried away. Legolas rubbed his forehead and stood. He felt dizzy, toppling, but not falling as he decided to lean against the pillar. He looked at the ruffled blankets on his bed. He heard the door open and latch shut.
"Joanila?" he called. He ran out of the room. His wife was waiting for him by the door.
"What Legolas? Is it urgent?" she seemed worried, yet confused.
"Joanila, we're at war again." Joanila gasped and covered her mouth. "The beasts of the South-Earth have entered our realm and are taking over. They've already attacked the Shire." Joanila fell into Legolas's arms, hugging his waist. Legolas hugged her close.
"Must you leave?" she asked. There was a quiver of a sob in her voice.
"I must council Elrond first. We will plan and determine for a week." Legolas grabbed both sides of her face and kissed her. "But I will come back." Joanila stared into his sky-blue eyes, as tears welled in hers. "I promise." Joanila couldn't stop it, she began to cry. Legolas embraced her and kissed her again.
Tap, tap, tap, there was a pause between each knock, and unnatural, horrible pause. Legolas slowly let go of his wife and headed towards the door. Joanila sat down on their lounge chair. She began to sob uncontrollably
Legolas opened the door to find a startling sight. A Human warrior, wounded in his shoulder, dried blood was cracking at the side of his mouth. He wore useless armor and a sword was at his side. He had hair down to the end of his neck, and a thin beard that led up to two thin sideburns. Legolas reached out to him.
"Aragorn! Aragorn! Are you all right?"