"Do you know where the ring was created?" Miredhel asked Legolas.
"In the Misty Mountains…" Legolas said slowly, "If you head South, it get's much warmer… One mountain, 'tis a little known fact… it spouts lava…Naria, it is called… Falear wanted to create it like the One Ring," Legolas chuckled, "But since we couldn't quite reach the fires of Mount Doom, he settled for Naria. The mountain is very close to Isengard… It must be swarming with orcs…"
"What must be swarming with orcs?" Aragorn asked as he walked up to the two elves that were walking side-by-side.
"Naria, where the ring was created," Legolas answered.
"So you are going to go through with this then?" Aragorn asked.
"I promised him I'd help him…" Legolas replied, "So yes, I am going to destroy the ring…"
"And I am going with you," Miredhel said, resolutely.
"N'uma no" Legolas shook his head. "No, I don't want to put you in any danger and I'm positive your father would not have wanted to."
"No, he wouldn't have," Miredhel agreed, "but I wouldn't have listened to him. I'm going."
Legolas sighed, knowing he would not accomplish anything by pushing the conversation further.
"Let me go with you," Aragorn offered.
Legolas turned around to face his friend, "Of course not, Gondor needs it's king."
"As a good man once said, 'Gondor needs no king'," Aragorn said with a small chuckle.
"No," Legolas shook his head, "I alone made the promise and I alone must go."
"Stubborn elf," Aragorn shook his head, "Well then maybe let our little dwarven friend assist you," he persisted.
"No, just allow me to go," Miredhel insisted, "I can travel fast, ride well, and I bet I can shoot better than the archer champion of Greenwood," she said, gesturing at Legolas.
"Though that may be true," Legolas sighed, "I still cannot put you into danger."
Miredhel shook her head and stomped off toward her room.
Legolas sighed, "she has the persistence of her father." He turned toward Aragorn "I shan't waste time, I shall leave tonight."
Aragorn sighed, "I will have your horse waiting for you and provide you with supplies as well… Godspeed Legolas…"
"Diolla lle thank you" Legolas nodded and turned to prepare to leave.
* * *
Legolas sighed and slipped the chain connected to the ring over his head. It felt unbelievably heavy for such a small item. The elf slung bow onto his back and sheathed his dagger.
Legolas walked towards the stables to retrieve his horse. He saw Menelach waiting for him. He was positive that Menelach was the best horse in the world. He was a beautiful golden stallion with a pure white mane and a white star on his forehead.
"Menelach, mellonamin Menelach, my friend," Legolas said softly as he pat the horse's side. "We have a long journey ahead of us."
"Yes, we do," came a voice from behind him, "and we should leave soon." Legolas turned around to see Miredhel standing next to a black mare. "You aren't leaving without me," the elf said, crossing her arms.
Legolas sighed, Miredhel could tell he was going to give in.
"Amin vesta I promise," she said, "I shan't be a burden."
Legolas sighed and shook his head, "Fine, come then we must hurry." Legolas leaped gracefully onto his horse.
Miredhel grinned and vaulted onto her horse, Elenfea. The two elves rode off in the darkness, heading toward Rohan.
"In the Misty Mountains…" Legolas said slowly, "If you head South, it get's much warmer… One mountain, 'tis a little known fact… it spouts lava…Naria, it is called… Falear wanted to create it like the One Ring," Legolas chuckled, "But since we couldn't quite reach the fires of Mount Doom, he settled for Naria. The mountain is very close to Isengard… It must be swarming with orcs…"
"What must be swarming with orcs?" Aragorn asked as he walked up to the two elves that were walking side-by-side.
"Naria, where the ring was created," Legolas answered.
"So you are going to go through with this then?" Aragorn asked.
"I promised him I'd help him…" Legolas replied, "So yes, I am going to destroy the ring…"
"And I am going with you," Miredhel said, resolutely.
"N'uma no" Legolas shook his head. "No, I don't want to put you in any danger and I'm positive your father would not have wanted to."
"No, he wouldn't have," Miredhel agreed, "but I wouldn't have listened to him. I'm going."
Legolas sighed, knowing he would not accomplish anything by pushing the conversation further.
"Let me go with you," Aragorn offered.
Legolas turned around to face his friend, "Of course not, Gondor needs it's king."
"As a good man once said, 'Gondor needs no king'," Aragorn said with a small chuckle.
"No," Legolas shook his head, "I alone made the promise and I alone must go."
"Stubborn elf," Aragorn shook his head, "Well then maybe let our little dwarven friend assist you," he persisted.
"No, just allow me to go," Miredhel insisted, "I can travel fast, ride well, and I bet I can shoot better than the archer champion of Greenwood," she said, gesturing at Legolas.
"Though that may be true," Legolas sighed, "I still cannot put you into danger."
Miredhel shook her head and stomped off toward her room.
Legolas sighed, "she has the persistence of her father." He turned toward Aragorn "I shan't waste time, I shall leave tonight."
Aragorn sighed, "I will have your horse waiting for you and provide you with supplies as well… Godspeed Legolas…"
"Diolla lle thank you" Legolas nodded and turned to prepare to leave.
* * *
Legolas sighed and slipped the chain connected to the ring over his head. It felt unbelievably heavy for such a small item. The elf slung bow onto his back and sheathed his dagger.
Legolas walked towards the stables to retrieve his horse. He saw Menelach waiting for him. He was positive that Menelach was the best horse in the world. He was a beautiful golden stallion with a pure white mane and a white star on his forehead.
"Menelach, mellonamin Menelach, my friend," Legolas said softly as he pat the horse's side. "We have a long journey ahead of us."
"Yes, we do," came a voice from behind him, "and we should leave soon." Legolas turned around to see Miredhel standing next to a black mare. "You aren't leaving without me," the elf said, crossing her arms.
Legolas sighed, Miredhel could tell he was going to give in.
"Amin vesta I promise," she said, "I shan't be a burden."
Legolas sighed and shook his head, "Fine, come then we must hurry." Legolas leaped gracefully onto his horse.
Miredhel grinned and vaulted onto her horse, Elenfea. The two elves rode off in the darkness, heading toward Rohan.