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
**A/N** Prayers over the Sword are from the Psalms.
34.
Elenath, Merethiel, Haldir, and Legolas sat huddled together in their sanctuary while the storm raged outside. The sound of crashing thunder and cracking trees could be heard even in the underground chamber. Before long, a great popping sound began, and when Haldir went to investigate, he came back pale and grim.
"Hail. As large as melons. Thank the Valar that you knew of this place, Elenath, for neither Man nor Elf could survive such a tempest."
He settled back down beside them, and Merethiel unconsciously rested a small, warm hand upon his arm. "Does the storm show any signs of letting up?" she asked eagerly.
Haldir's heart seemed to skip a beat at the young she-Elf's touch and he gently placed his own hand atop hers. He had not felt such stirrings since his beloved had been so cruelly taken from him so many thousands of years ago on the eve of their wedding. Shaking his head as he gazed steadily into her eyes, he sighed. "Nay, Lady. I fear that we may be here for a long while."
"Perhaps that is not such a terrible thing," she murmured, unable to tear her gaze from his.
The smile that brightened his features reached deeply into his kind blue eyes, and he idly brushed her cheek with the back of his hand. Then he forced himself to look away. She was so young. Why would she want anything to do with an old, solemn, battle-hardened warrior? His gaze landed upon Legolas and Elenath who sat rifling through the leather pouch that had sat upon the shelf when they entered the room.
Calmakil rested across Elenath's lap, and she took a soft polishing cloth and a small vial of clove oil from the pouch. Dampening the cloth with the oil, she began to polish the Blade, working the fragrant oil into the metal. Her lips moved as if in a silent prayer as she worked, and Haldir strained to hear her words.
"I call on you, Iluvitar, for you will answer me; give ear to me and hear my prayer. Show the wonder of your great love, you who save by your right hand those who take refuge in you from their foes…"
Legolas bent near as if straining to hear the words as well, but she took no notice. It was as if the Sword had drawn her into an entirely different realm. Haldir had seen this happen before with Prince Durion, and he whispered as much to Legolas when the prince's eyes met his own. "Usually when we were in grave danger," he murmured, drawing his own weapon just in case. Legolas did the same.
"…Keep me as the apple of your eye; hide me in the shadow of your wings from the wicked who assail me, from my mortal enemies who surround me…."
Merethiel drew near as well, and they formed a half-circle about the princess who then began to sing.
"… They close up their callous hearts,
and their mouths speak with arrogance.
They have tracked me down,
They now surround me with eyes alert
To throw me to the ground.
"They are like a lion hungry for prey,
like a great lion crouching in cover.
"Rise up, O Lord,
Confront them,
Bring them down;
Rescue me from the wicked by your Sword…."
Calmakil glinted in the light as she turned the Blade and began to polish the other side slowly, carefully, and with great tenderness.
"… I do not trust in my bow,
My Sword does not bring me victory;
But you give us victory over our enemies,
You put our adversaries to shame…"
She then spoke many words that were either too muffled to hear or in a language none of them had ever heard before. Then she went on as she finished her task.
"I love you, Iluvitar, my strength.
You are my rock
My fortress and my deliverer;
You are my rock
In whom I take refuge.
You are my shield
And the horn of my salvation,
My stronghold.
"I call to you
You who are worthy of praise
And I am saved from my enemies."
There were three spots still visible upon the Blade, and Elenath looked up at Legolas.
"The tears of true love can never be erased," she whispered.
At once, the Sword shone brightly, drawing all four Elves into its memory of Legolas finding it upon the path as he searched for Elenath. They watched as his tears seemed to fall in slow motion upon the Blade, and then, as the memory faded away, Calmakil broke its silence. "And now these three remain:," it said clearly for all to hear, "faith, hope, and love. But the greatest of these is love." When the light had faded and Elenath came back from that other realm, they looked down at the Blade. In the place where three teardrops once stained it were embedded three sparkling diamonds.
Elenath's eyes found Legolas' and they gazed at one another for many long moments, still clasping hands. The feelings that welled up within them were beyond words, and so they said nothing at all, the silence speaking volumes on its own. Thus they remained until suddenly, a mighty crash sounded outside and Legolas and Haldir leapt to their feet. The Ladies followed them out into the corridor by the light of Elenath's magic torch and gasped in dismay at what they found. Three great trees had fallen, one atop the other, in front of the cave's mouth.
"It is well," said Elenath mysteriously as she at last sheathed Calmakil at her side. "For now we will be well hidden from our enemies, whoever they may be."
But Merethiel could not help feeling trapped and helpless, thinking to herself that they also would be hidden from their friends.
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
**A/N** Prayers over the Sword are from the Psalms.
34.
Elenath, Merethiel, Haldir, and Legolas sat huddled together in their sanctuary while the storm raged outside. The sound of crashing thunder and cracking trees could be heard even in the underground chamber. Before long, a great popping sound began, and when Haldir went to investigate, he came back pale and grim.
"Hail. As large as melons. Thank the Valar that you knew of this place, Elenath, for neither Man nor Elf could survive such a tempest."
He settled back down beside them, and Merethiel unconsciously rested a small, warm hand upon his arm. "Does the storm show any signs of letting up?" she asked eagerly.
Haldir's heart seemed to skip a beat at the young she-Elf's touch and he gently placed his own hand atop hers. He had not felt such stirrings since his beloved had been so cruelly taken from him so many thousands of years ago on the eve of their wedding. Shaking his head as he gazed steadily into her eyes, he sighed. "Nay, Lady. I fear that we may be here for a long while."
"Perhaps that is not such a terrible thing," she murmured, unable to tear her gaze from his.
The smile that brightened his features reached deeply into his kind blue eyes, and he idly brushed her cheek with the back of his hand. Then he forced himself to look away. She was so young. Why would she want anything to do with an old, solemn, battle-hardened warrior? His gaze landed upon Legolas and Elenath who sat rifling through the leather pouch that had sat upon the shelf when they entered the room.
Calmakil rested across Elenath's lap, and she took a soft polishing cloth and a small vial of clove oil from the pouch. Dampening the cloth with the oil, she began to polish the Blade, working the fragrant oil into the metal. Her lips moved as if in a silent prayer as she worked, and Haldir strained to hear her words.
"I call on you, Iluvitar, for you will answer me; give ear to me and hear my prayer. Show the wonder of your great love, you who save by your right hand those who take refuge in you from their foes…"
Legolas bent near as if straining to hear the words as well, but she took no notice. It was as if the Sword had drawn her into an entirely different realm. Haldir had seen this happen before with Prince Durion, and he whispered as much to Legolas when the prince's eyes met his own. "Usually when we were in grave danger," he murmured, drawing his own weapon just in case. Legolas did the same.
"…Keep me as the apple of your eye; hide me in the shadow of your wings from the wicked who assail me, from my mortal enemies who surround me…."
Merethiel drew near as well, and they formed a half-circle about the princess who then began to sing.
"… They close up their callous hearts,
and their mouths speak with arrogance.
They have tracked me down,
They now surround me with eyes alert
To throw me to the ground.
"They are like a lion hungry for prey,
like a great lion crouching in cover.
"Rise up, O Lord,
Confront them,
Bring them down;
Rescue me from the wicked by your Sword…."
Calmakil glinted in the light as she turned the Blade and began to polish the other side slowly, carefully, and with great tenderness.
"… I do not trust in my bow,
My Sword does not bring me victory;
But you give us victory over our enemies,
You put our adversaries to shame…"
She then spoke many words that were either too muffled to hear or in a language none of them had ever heard before. Then she went on as she finished her task.
"I love you, Iluvitar, my strength.
You are my rock
My fortress and my deliverer;
You are my rock
In whom I take refuge.
You are my shield
And the horn of my salvation,
My stronghold.
"I call to you
You who are worthy of praise
And I am saved from my enemies."
There were three spots still visible upon the Blade, and Elenath looked up at Legolas.
"The tears of true love can never be erased," she whispered.
At once, the Sword shone brightly, drawing all four Elves into its memory of Legolas finding it upon the path as he searched for Elenath. They watched as his tears seemed to fall in slow motion upon the Blade, and then, as the memory faded away, Calmakil broke its silence. "And now these three remain:," it said clearly for all to hear, "faith, hope, and love. But the greatest of these is love." When the light had faded and Elenath came back from that other realm, they looked down at the Blade. In the place where three teardrops once stained it were embedded three sparkling diamonds.
Elenath's eyes found Legolas' and they gazed at one another for many long moments, still clasping hands. The feelings that welled up within them were beyond words, and so they said nothing at all, the silence speaking volumes on its own. Thus they remained until suddenly, a mighty crash sounded outside and Legolas and Haldir leapt to their feet. The Ladies followed them out into the corridor by the light of Elenath's magic torch and gasped in dismay at what they found. Three great trees had fallen, one atop the other, in front of the cave's mouth.
"It is well," said Elenath mysteriously as she at last sheathed Calmakil at her side. "For now we will be well hidden from our enemies, whoever they may be."
But Merethiel could not help feeling trapped and helpless, thinking to herself that they also would be hidden from their friends.
