Disclaimer: I don't own any of the original LOTR characters
(unfortunately). The only characters I do own at this point are Falear and
Miredhel
Aragorn leaned back in his chair and smiled at the sight before him. Pippin was chasing a very hyper Goldilocks around the room. The former "fellowship of the Ring" had gathered in Gondor to celebrate the fifteenth anniversary of Aragorn and Arwen.
"When shall Legolas arrive?" Gimli asked, trying hard not to laugh as Pippin tripped over a short stool and tumbled onto the floor.
"Soon, the new king of Greenwood has much to do," Aragorn replied.
"Oy! Pip!" Merry called, "I think you're getting a bit old for this."
Pippin rose and brushed off his clothing, "old?! I'm not old! I'm younger than any one of you!"
At that moment, a servant came into the room to announce Legolas' arrival.
"Legolas, my friend, 'tis been a while since our last meeting, how are you?" Aragorn asked rising from his seat.
Legolas sighed, "Not very well I'm afraid, those blasted orcs should have died along with their dark lord."
"Let's not talk about matters of that nature," Gimli said, walking up to his old friend, "tonight we shall feast and be merry."
"Indeed," Aragorn nodded.
* * *
That night, many people sat around the large table in the dining hall of the White City. Lively chatter filled the room.
Legolas tapped his goblet with a spoon and the noise died down. "Aragorn has been my friend for countless years," he began, "he is a noble warrior, a devoted husband, a righteous King, and a loyal friend, I cannot think of anyone more deserving of the love of the Arwen, the granddaughter of the Lady of the Golden Wood. These two deserve true happiness and are lucky enough to have found it. To Aragorn and Arwen."
"To Aragorn and Arwen," many voices repeated as all their goblets were raised.
Then, a distraught elf came bursting through the doors. Her cloak and clothing were all stained by mud from a long journey and her long, pale- blond hair was all tangled. The quiver on her back had no more arrows, and the thin dagger that hung from her side was stained with the blood of many orcs.
Legolas' eyes met hers, and he was sure she looked incredibly familiar.
"I'm sorry," a servant came running in after her, "I told her she couldn't come in." He reached for her arm to grab her, but she tore away. She ran to Legolas' side, "Legolas," she sighed, "my father sent me, his name is Falear."
"Falear…" Legolas repeated, "of course, you must be Miredhel."
Aragorn silently waved for the servant to leave.
Legolas lead the Miredhel outside, and they sat before a large fountain.
"Sii now," Legolas said, "Kwentra amin Tell me. What brought you here?"
"My father," Miredhel began, "he was cornered by orcs," tears began to well up in her eyes. She blinked back the tears that threatened to fall. "He slew himself rather than be killed by the foul creatures." Her voice broke and the young elf began to weep softly.
"Amin hiritha," Legolas said softly. He placed his arms around her and allowed Miredhel to cry on his shoulder. He patiently waited and comforted her until the she was ready to talk again.
"He left a letter…" Miredhel said, sniffling, and pulled a small envelope from her pack. "It was addressed to you…"
Legolas too the envelope from her and opened it with shaking hands. He opened the letter and a small silver ring, on the end of a chain fell out. Legolas felt his heart lurch, he knew what this was about. He read the letter:
Legolas, my dear friend. I write this letter with the hope that you can do something I lacked the strength to do. I once said I would do it, but my friend, I'm afraid the burden has been placed upon you. Remember your promise…
Falear
Aragorn leaned back in his chair and smiled at the sight before him. Pippin was chasing a very hyper Goldilocks around the room. The former "fellowship of the Ring" had gathered in Gondor to celebrate the fifteenth anniversary of Aragorn and Arwen.
"When shall Legolas arrive?" Gimli asked, trying hard not to laugh as Pippin tripped over a short stool and tumbled onto the floor.
"Soon, the new king of Greenwood has much to do," Aragorn replied.
"Oy! Pip!" Merry called, "I think you're getting a bit old for this."
Pippin rose and brushed off his clothing, "old?! I'm not old! I'm younger than any one of you!"
At that moment, a servant came into the room to announce Legolas' arrival.
"Legolas, my friend, 'tis been a while since our last meeting, how are you?" Aragorn asked rising from his seat.
Legolas sighed, "Not very well I'm afraid, those blasted orcs should have died along with their dark lord."
"Let's not talk about matters of that nature," Gimli said, walking up to his old friend, "tonight we shall feast and be merry."
"Indeed," Aragorn nodded.
* * *
That night, many people sat around the large table in the dining hall of the White City. Lively chatter filled the room.
Legolas tapped his goblet with a spoon and the noise died down. "Aragorn has been my friend for countless years," he began, "he is a noble warrior, a devoted husband, a righteous King, and a loyal friend, I cannot think of anyone more deserving of the love of the Arwen, the granddaughter of the Lady of the Golden Wood. These two deserve true happiness and are lucky enough to have found it. To Aragorn and Arwen."
"To Aragorn and Arwen," many voices repeated as all their goblets were raised.
Then, a distraught elf came bursting through the doors. Her cloak and clothing were all stained by mud from a long journey and her long, pale- blond hair was all tangled. The quiver on her back had no more arrows, and the thin dagger that hung from her side was stained with the blood of many orcs.
Legolas' eyes met hers, and he was sure she looked incredibly familiar.
"I'm sorry," a servant came running in after her, "I told her she couldn't come in." He reached for her arm to grab her, but she tore away. She ran to Legolas' side, "Legolas," she sighed, "my father sent me, his name is Falear."
"Falear…" Legolas repeated, "of course, you must be Miredhel."
Aragorn silently waved for the servant to leave.
Legolas lead the Miredhel outside, and they sat before a large fountain.
"Sii now," Legolas said, "Kwentra amin Tell me. What brought you here?"
"My father," Miredhel began, "he was cornered by orcs," tears began to well up in her eyes. She blinked back the tears that threatened to fall. "He slew himself rather than be killed by the foul creatures." Her voice broke and the young elf began to weep softly.
"Amin hiritha," Legolas said softly. He placed his arms around her and allowed Miredhel to cry on his shoulder. He patiently waited and comforted her until the she was ready to talk again.
"He left a letter…" Miredhel said, sniffling, and pulled a small envelope from her pack. "It was addressed to you…"
Legolas too the envelope from her and opened it with shaking hands. He opened the letter and a small silver ring, on the end of a chain fell out. Legolas felt his heart lurch, he knew what this was about. He read the letter:
Legolas, my dear friend. I write this letter with the hope that you can do something I lacked the strength to do. I once said I would do it, but my friend, I'm afraid the burden has been placed upon you. Remember your promise…
Falear