I hope all you readers will enjoy this story. It's merely done out of boredom for fun. Please REVIEW, it really makes my day. Thanks! Many thanks go to my little brother, and my pals Mel and Nick for their invaluable help, support and encouragement.
Disclaimer: The same old thing, I don't own any of the LOTR characters that will *eventually * appear (though as you can tell, the focus is on Lego), and this story is of course not for profit.
Note: I have checked out the physical characteristics of gorillas, and their feeding habits, and learnt quite a lot, to my surprise. Gorillas are in fact vegetarians, have black fur, and live in groups of about 10, often led by the same dominant male for a long time, and do not move about very much. They are gentle creatures, and walk about on all fours. Incidentally, the older gorillas' furry coats turn grey in their lower backs. However, in this story, for convenience's sake, the gorillas will be portrayed in a mildly different and more humanized manner(though in fact gorillas ARE rather similar to humans in some ways). Gorillas stay on the ground quite often.
I have added this little note for those who are interested in knowing more about gorillas, and for those of you who knows more about gorillas than I do and find the way I've portrayed them inaccurate.
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Chapter 1—The Little Lost One
In a little enclave off the great forest of Mirkwood, while the world was still young, there lived a little colony of gorillas. The enclave was cut off from Mirkwood by a very dense, nearly impenetrable wall of trees and rocks . There the gorillas kept to themselves, for there was no need ever to wander out of their safe haven. They fed on the leaves and fruits of the athenas trees, and the nuts, which were in abundance, and drank from the spring. They lived in the forks of the trees, and were peaceful, content and happy creatures. Once in a blue moon few of them wandered out into Mirkwood to see the wider world, and they would return with tasty morsels of butterflies and other insects as well as bananas. These were considered a luxury.
However, as evil began to set afoot in Mirkwood, a shadow grew in southern Mirkwood, and in the enclave as well. The athenas trees slowly began to wither, and the fruits and leaves that they bore began to dwindle both in quality and number, as did the nut trees, until it reached a crisis level. The gorillas had to send a search party out, for the first time ever, to seek food or they would all starve. Jarelline (whose name meant the 'jewel' of the gorillas, in their language) offered to go out into Mirkwood, along with a few of her friends. Most of them belonged to the nobility of the gorillas, and among these were the ones that usually wandered out to explore and go in search of the luxury food items.
Out in southern Mirkwood, the group began to spread out---some in search of edible fruits and nuts, others in pursuit of insects and the bananas. They would require a substantial amount of food to feed the whole colony.
Jarelline's eyes flitted swiftly from tree to tree as she hunted for fruits and nuts, and she suddenly caught a faint noise in the distance. Instantly alert, the search forgotten, with her sharp ears Jarelline followed the direction of the noise, further and further into the trees, the noise growing louder and louder. Finally she could discern what the noise was. It was that of a young human child crying, and the noise was loud and heart-wrenching. Jarelline knew human noises and how they sounded very well--- in her younger days, the gorillas had lived near one of the dwellings of Men, and the two kindreds had actually been friendly.
"That was a long time ago," Jarelline mused sadly. She was one of the oldest of the gorillas in her colony, and knew much of the lore of the older days, and she often shared the history of the gorillas with the younger gorillas of these days.
She came up to a small clearing where there were some bushes, and then stopped. There was no one in sight, yet the crying was still loud and clear. Puzzled, she glanced around, and finally located the source of the noise. It was huddled under some bushes, and Jarelline parted the thick bush. It was a young human child---in fact, it was only a baby( and a newborn). Startled, Jarelline realized that the baby was not just a young human child. It dawned on her that this was a little elfling when she saw the pointed ears. Being so old, and wise, she knew an elf when she saw one.
Squatting, she gazed at the elven baby with interest and fascination. It was really tiny. The face, which was red, was scrunched up adorably as the elfling cried, and its little limbs moved about slightly. Jarelline saw the little pink toes and fingers curl up and then relax and fall back. She had never seen anything so beautiful in her whole life.
In that moment, she fell in love with the elfling.
Gently pulling the baby out of the bush, she picked it up in her arms and rocked it, making soft cooing and clicking noises. It felt to her like her own baby gorilla. Years ago, she had had her own baby gorillas, and had cradled and rocked them in her arms like this. A cloud settled on Jarelline as she remembered that they had died of disease, or had been hunted down and captured by Men. After an accident, she had become infertile and had had no more babies. It remained one of her greatest regrets in her life.
There was still no Man or Elf within sight. Did no one want to take care of and comfort this poor elfling? Did it belong to any of the elves that she knew inhabited Northern Mirkwood?
Disclaimer: The same old thing, I don't own any of the LOTR characters that will *eventually * appear (though as you can tell, the focus is on Lego), and this story is of course not for profit.
Note: I have checked out the physical characteristics of gorillas, and their feeding habits, and learnt quite a lot, to my surprise. Gorillas are in fact vegetarians, have black fur, and live in groups of about 10, often led by the same dominant male for a long time, and do not move about very much. They are gentle creatures, and walk about on all fours. Incidentally, the older gorillas' furry coats turn grey in their lower backs. However, in this story, for convenience's sake, the gorillas will be portrayed in a mildly different and more humanized manner(though in fact gorillas ARE rather similar to humans in some ways). Gorillas stay on the ground quite often.
I have added this little note for those who are interested in knowing more about gorillas, and for those of you who knows more about gorillas than I do and find the way I've portrayed them inaccurate.
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Chapter 1—The Little Lost One
In a little enclave off the great forest of Mirkwood, while the world was still young, there lived a little colony of gorillas. The enclave was cut off from Mirkwood by a very dense, nearly impenetrable wall of trees and rocks . There the gorillas kept to themselves, for there was no need ever to wander out of their safe haven. They fed on the leaves and fruits of the athenas trees, and the nuts, which were in abundance, and drank from the spring. They lived in the forks of the trees, and were peaceful, content and happy creatures. Once in a blue moon few of them wandered out into Mirkwood to see the wider world, and they would return with tasty morsels of butterflies and other insects as well as bananas. These were considered a luxury.
However, as evil began to set afoot in Mirkwood, a shadow grew in southern Mirkwood, and in the enclave as well. The athenas trees slowly began to wither, and the fruits and leaves that they bore began to dwindle both in quality and number, as did the nut trees, until it reached a crisis level. The gorillas had to send a search party out, for the first time ever, to seek food or they would all starve. Jarelline (whose name meant the 'jewel' of the gorillas, in their language) offered to go out into Mirkwood, along with a few of her friends. Most of them belonged to the nobility of the gorillas, and among these were the ones that usually wandered out to explore and go in search of the luxury food items.
Out in southern Mirkwood, the group began to spread out---some in search of edible fruits and nuts, others in pursuit of insects and the bananas. They would require a substantial amount of food to feed the whole colony.
Jarelline's eyes flitted swiftly from tree to tree as she hunted for fruits and nuts, and she suddenly caught a faint noise in the distance. Instantly alert, the search forgotten, with her sharp ears Jarelline followed the direction of the noise, further and further into the trees, the noise growing louder and louder. Finally she could discern what the noise was. It was that of a young human child crying, and the noise was loud and heart-wrenching. Jarelline knew human noises and how they sounded very well--- in her younger days, the gorillas had lived near one of the dwellings of Men, and the two kindreds had actually been friendly.
"That was a long time ago," Jarelline mused sadly. She was one of the oldest of the gorillas in her colony, and knew much of the lore of the older days, and she often shared the history of the gorillas with the younger gorillas of these days.
She came up to a small clearing where there were some bushes, and then stopped. There was no one in sight, yet the crying was still loud and clear. Puzzled, she glanced around, and finally located the source of the noise. It was huddled under some bushes, and Jarelline parted the thick bush. It was a young human child---in fact, it was only a baby( and a newborn). Startled, Jarelline realized that the baby was not just a young human child. It dawned on her that this was a little elfling when she saw the pointed ears. Being so old, and wise, she knew an elf when she saw one.
Squatting, she gazed at the elven baby with interest and fascination. It was really tiny. The face, which was red, was scrunched up adorably as the elfling cried, and its little limbs moved about slightly. Jarelline saw the little pink toes and fingers curl up and then relax and fall back. She had never seen anything so beautiful in her whole life.
In that moment, she fell in love with the elfling.
Gently pulling the baby out of the bush, she picked it up in her arms and rocked it, making soft cooing and clicking noises. It felt to her like her own baby gorilla. Years ago, she had had her own baby gorillas, and had cradled and rocked them in her arms like this. A cloud settled on Jarelline as she remembered that they had died of disease, or had been hunted down and captured by Men. After an accident, she had become infertile and had had no more babies. It remained one of her greatest regrets in her life.
There was still no Man or Elf within sight. Did no one want to take care of and comfort this poor elfling? Did it belong to any of the elves that she knew inhabited Northern Mirkwood?
