LEGOLAS FAN FICTION
TITLE: Where Love May Lead
AUTHOR: Emily Kinsman
RATING: PG-13
DISCLAIMER: The characters from Lord of the Rings and their wonderful world are borrowed from J.R.R. Tolkien. The plotline and all other characters are copyright 2002 Emily Kinsman (emi_kins@yahoo.com)
SUMMARY: Prequel to Elenath. Legolas travels to Rivendell to meet his betrothed, but things do not work out as smoothly as his father and Lord Elrond had wished.
2.
Princess Elenath glanced calmly around the circle. Aside from the white- knuckled balled fists at her side, her royal bearing hid her own outrage. Why did they stare at her so? It was not as if she had chosen herself to bear Calmakil. In fact, she was just as surprised as everyone else at this turn of events. "I swear upon my life that I have not bewitched the Sword. Such a thing would be impossible."
Elrond's brow was furrowed in anger. "The sword has spoken," he said. "Elenath, take up Calmakil and assume the title that is rightfully yours!"
One of the Elves from Mirkwood – Elenath believed his name was Raion – stood up and stepped forward into the circle. "Please do not, Lady. Forgive me, but it is a burden too great for any female to bear."
Elenath's mouth tightened into a stubborn line as she tried not to say anything that she would regret to the ignorant warrior from Mirkwood. It was hard to believe that after all she had gone through to earn her ranking among the Royal Guard of Lord Elrond, there were still those who would treat her as a defenseless china doll. She practically shook with the effort of keeping her tongue under control when the Prince of Mirkwood came to her rescue.
"Take your seat, Raion," he said, "Princess Elenath is just as much a warrior as any of us here, taught by one of the best Masters in all of Middle Earth. I have heard songs sung of her mighty deeds on battle fields far and near."
She nodded to the prince in thanks and then fixed a level stare upon the rest of the Elves in the circle. "The fact that I am a female has nothing to do with my ability to bear Calmakil. I have passed the trials set forth for me by Master Thorondil, and I was with my brother on the day that he fell –"
"Retrieving the sword and fighting bravely to defend the rest of her companions," Thorondil finished for her, standing. "Why else would she be present here? She sits in a place of honor on this council and you all would do well not to forget that fact!"
All who had gathered bowed their heads in reverence, for Thorondil was one of the most respected and highly decorated Elf-warriors in all of Middle Earth.
"You would let the princess take up the sword?" asked Raion.
Thorondil nodded. "She is a gifted warrior – the most talented student of swordplay I have ever taught."
Elrond shook his head at the discussion. "This is not our decision to make. The sword has chosen." He gestured for Elenath to take it once more, and she gazed up at him with her eyes full of uncertainty. "Unless, of course, you refuse?"
"I would never refuse, Grandfather," she answered and stepped toward the glowing Blade. Calmakil called her clearly now, tugging her with irresistible force. Would she be rendered unconscious as her brother had been when he took up the Sword? He had lain as one dead and woken many weeks later full of the knowledge of the previous Sword-bearers. Yet, it mattered not to Elenath for her hand tingled with the need to have the weapon in her hand. The Council had erupted once more into loud argument, but she ignored them as she reached out to take Calmakil in hand. As soon as her fingers touched the hilt, the Sword spoke in a voice like rushing waters, "Elenath is the Chosen One, and with her my long silence shall one day end!" Then it emanated a blinding flash of light, and all who had gathered watched in horror as she sank slowly to her knees and fell unconscious to the ground. There was no reversing the Sword's decision now.
TITLE: Where Love May Lead
AUTHOR: Emily Kinsman
RATING: PG-13
DISCLAIMER: The characters from Lord of the Rings and their wonderful world are borrowed from J.R.R. Tolkien. The plotline and all other characters are copyright 2002 Emily Kinsman (emi_kins@yahoo.com)
SUMMARY: Prequel to Elenath. Legolas travels to Rivendell to meet his betrothed, but things do not work out as smoothly as his father and Lord Elrond had wished.
2.
Princess Elenath glanced calmly around the circle. Aside from the white- knuckled balled fists at her side, her royal bearing hid her own outrage. Why did they stare at her so? It was not as if she had chosen herself to bear Calmakil. In fact, she was just as surprised as everyone else at this turn of events. "I swear upon my life that I have not bewitched the Sword. Such a thing would be impossible."
Elrond's brow was furrowed in anger. "The sword has spoken," he said. "Elenath, take up Calmakil and assume the title that is rightfully yours!"
One of the Elves from Mirkwood – Elenath believed his name was Raion – stood up and stepped forward into the circle. "Please do not, Lady. Forgive me, but it is a burden too great for any female to bear."
Elenath's mouth tightened into a stubborn line as she tried not to say anything that she would regret to the ignorant warrior from Mirkwood. It was hard to believe that after all she had gone through to earn her ranking among the Royal Guard of Lord Elrond, there were still those who would treat her as a defenseless china doll. She practically shook with the effort of keeping her tongue under control when the Prince of Mirkwood came to her rescue.
"Take your seat, Raion," he said, "Princess Elenath is just as much a warrior as any of us here, taught by one of the best Masters in all of Middle Earth. I have heard songs sung of her mighty deeds on battle fields far and near."
She nodded to the prince in thanks and then fixed a level stare upon the rest of the Elves in the circle. "The fact that I am a female has nothing to do with my ability to bear Calmakil. I have passed the trials set forth for me by Master Thorondil, and I was with my brother on the day that he fell –"
"Retrieving the sword and fighting bravely to defend the rest of her companions," Thorondil finished for her, standing. "Why else would she be present here? She sits in a place of honor on this council and you all would do well not to forget that fact!"
All who had gathered bowed their heads in reverence, for Thorondil was one of the most respected and highly decorated Elf-warriors in all of Middle Earth.
"You would let the princess take up the sword?" asked Raion.
Thorondil nodded. "She is a gifted warrior – the most talented student of swordplay I have ever taught."
Elrond shook his head at the discussion. "This is not our decision to make. The sword has chosen." He gestured for Elenath to take it once more, and she gazed up at him with her eyes full of uncertainty. "Unless, of course, you refuse?"
"I would never refuse, Grandfather," she answered and stepped toward the glowing Blade. Calmakil called her clearly now, tugging her with irresistible force. Would she be rendered unconscious as her brother had been when he took up the Sword? He had lain as one dead and woken many weeks later full of the knowledge of the previous Sword-bearers. Yet, it mattered not to Elenath for her hand tingled with the need to have the weapon in her hand. The Council had erupted once more into loud argument, but she ignored them as she reached out to take Calmakil in hand. As soon as her fingers touched the hilt, the Sword spoke in a voice like rushing waters, "Elenath is the Chosen One, and with her my long silence shall one day end!" Then it emanated a blinding flash of light, and all who had gathered watched in horror as she sank slowly to her knees and fell unconscious to the ground. There was no reversing the Sword's decision now.
