Anarkyn pulled her foaming mount up at the woods of Lothlorien. She
had always ridden fast and hard and this time was no exception. She had
arrived in an incredibly short amount of time.
She picked up to a trot until she was farther in the forest, then stopped and waited. In a short moment she was surrounded by wood elves, all with drawn bows.
"Haldir?" Anarkyn called, "I always appreciate your warm receptions."
An elf with dark hair and a much more commanding presence than the others stepped out from the group and up to the side of the horse.
" Greetings, Dark One. I had been told to expect your arrival, though not quite so soon," he said, " the Lady of the Wood will be pleased at your speed, I am sure."
Anarkyn followed Haldir and his company deep into Lothlorien. She covertly surveyed her surroundings. Lothlorien had always been a very mysterious place to Anarkyn. It was as if there were some strange power present that she couldn't quite place and didn't exactly trust. Anarkyn never trusted what she couldn't see to fight.
Galadriel stepped out of a small pavilion as Anarkyn dismounted.
"Welcome Anarkyn, servant of Elrond,"
"And lover of the elf prince," rattled in Anarkyn's head. She looked closely at the high queen, knowing that her mouth hadn't moved to say the last part.
"Getting into my head again are you?" Anarkyn thought sarcastically, "very unfair."
Galadriel calmly smiled at the small elf.
"Come with me. I have seen something that concerns you," her odd eyes analyzed Anarkyn.
Anarkyn followed the queen to a large silver bowl, and Galadriel poured water into it.
"Tell me what you see," she said and gestured to the pedestal.
Anarkyn raised an eyebrow and slowly leaned over the edge. The water blurred , then images began to surface. She could see visions of war and blood, but that meant nothing to her until she recognized Legolas in one of the scenes. She saw him in the middle of a huge battlefield in the midst of hundreds of orcs. An arrow out of no where slammed into his chest. The scene blurred before anymore could be seen into another one where Anarkyn could identify herself. She was standing in front of Legolas with a resigned look on her face. His bow was pulled back with an arrow aimed at her chest. The moment he released the mirror went blank.
Anarkyn smacked her hand across the water in frustration, then turned and looked at Galadriel blankly.
"Both cannot be true."
"Both, either or none. Who can tell?" Galadriel replied smoothly.
"Where was he?"
"Helm's Deep," Galadriel said watching Anarkyn.
Anarkyn hardly paused as she turned and walked out of the bower. Galadriel followed. Anarkyn gave a high, piercing whistle and suddenly the black horse came trotting over to his master. She swung up on him in one deft movement.
"You wouldn't have showed me that if you hadn't expected me to do something about it," Anarkyn said, "tell Elrond my services are needed elsewhere."
" I plan to tell Elrond that I sent you," Galadriel said in her soft manner, "he will not question me."
Anarkyn gave the queen a grateful look then spun her horse.
"And just what am I going to do?" she thought as she rode off.
She picked up to a trot until she was farther in the forest, then stopped and waited. In a short moment she was surrounded by wood elves, all with drawn bows.
"Haldir?" Anarkyn called, "I always appreciate your warm receptions."
An elf with dark hair and a much more commanding presence than the others stepped out from the group and up to the side of the horse.
" Greetings, Dark One. I had been told to expect your arrival, though not quite so soon," he said, " the Lady of the Wood will be pleased at your speed, I am sure."
Anarkyn followed Haldir and his company deep into Lothlorien. She covertly surveyed her surroundings. Lothlorien had always been a very mysterious place to Anarkyn. It was as if there were some strange power present that she couldn't quite place and didn't exactly trust. Anarkyn never trusted what she couldn't see to fight.
Galadriel stepped out of a small pavilion as Anarkyn dismounted.
"Welcome Anarkyn, servant of Elrond,"
"And lover of the elf prince," rattled in Anarkyn's head. She looked closely at the high queen, knowing that her mouth hadn't moved to say the last part.
"Getting into my head again are you?" Anarkyn thought sarcastically, "very unfair."
Galadriel calmly smiled at the small elf.
"Come with me. I have seen something that concerns you," her odd eyes analyzed Anarkyn.
Anarkyn followed the queen to a large silver bowl, and Galadriel poured water into it.
"Tell me what you see," she said and gestured to the pedestal.
Anarkyn raised an eyebrow and slowly leaned over the edge. The water blurred , then images began to surface. She could see visions of war and blood, but that meant nothing to her until she recognized Legolas in one of the scenes. She saw him in the middle of a huge battlefield in the midst of hundreds of orcs. An arrow out of no where slammed into his chest. The scene blurred before anymore could be seen into another one where Anarkyn could identify herself. She was standing in front of Legolas with a resigned look on her face. His bow was pulled back with an arrow aimed at her chest. The moment he released the mirror went blank.
Anarkyn smacked her hand across the water in frustration, then turned and looked at Galadriel blankly.
"Both cannot be true."
"Both, either or none. Who can tell?" Galadriel replied smoothly.
"Where was he?"
"Helm's Deep," Galadriel said watching Anarkyn.
Anarkyn hardly paused as she turned and walked out of the bower. Galadriel followed. Anarkyn gave a high, piercing whistle and suddenly the black horse came trotting over to his master. She swung up on him in one deft movement.
"You wouldn't have showed me that if you hadn't expected me to do something about it," Anarkyn said, "tell Elrond my services are needed elsewhere."
" I plan to tell Elrond that I sent you," Galadriel said in her soft manner, "he will not question me."
Anarkyn gave the queen a grateful look then spun her horse.
"And just what am I going to do?" she thought as she rode off.