Things are about to get interesting.
Chapter Five
Bavmorda sat along what was left of the ruined gates of Barad Dur. She'd rebuilt what she could, but as long as she was using all her resources for finding the girl she had too few orc's left to even start on the huge fortress that was thwarted recently. Sauron was a powerful being but she would perfect the evil he had started. One by one she will turn all in middle-earth into her slaves. None could resist her.
Her face was conniving and smug as she watch hundred's of orc's pouring through the charred ruins. She knew it was only a matter of time before Cherlindrea brought that little brat here, and she could feel her even now, seeking her out. But she would be dead long before she would have a chance to destroy the sorceress. The ritual had only partially been done before Bavmorda was banished to the shadow. The girl was only a baby then, but some good had come of it. The girls powers were slightly diminished and if she stepped into Mordor's dark, foul lands her power would fade and she won't have the strength to fight.
That was all she had to do, draw her into Mordor. Or bring her by force if neccessary. And her orc's were rushing to Mirkwood now, and the girl stood little chance against them.
They had being traveling south for scarcely two hours when darkness began to fall. Legolas had stopped in an area surrounded by thick brush yet had an open view of the stars. He lit a fire, but seemed not to care about the cold.
Elora sat quietly, deep in thought while she watched the flames lick at the air. This power inside her was strong, she could feel it flowing through her veins. Closing her eyes, she sat still and simply reached out to it she felt like she was suddenly connected to the very earth she sat on. She could feel things instead of seeing them, like the deer that silently bounded through the forest to get to it's thicket before the predators of the night began to prowl. Or the tree's branches as they swayed in the slight breeze, she could hear it moan as it stretched it's limbs to move with the wind. She could feel the eyes of the elven prince on her, could sense his curious gaze searching her face.
Legolas watched her from where he sat leaning against a tree. He would not sleep most likely, his mind was too active with thoughts of the quest ahead of him. He could get them to Rohan and then Eomer could come with to Gondor, he was sure Aragorn would welcome the help. The mystery of what was behind these sudden attack's by the orc's was finally solved. But the girl before him was so young and though she was skilled with a sword she seemed very small and insignificant compared to the task given to her. He looked over her layered grey tunic and black trousers. Black riding boots covered her feet and her grey cloak was tossed back over her shoulders. Her hair was past her waist and was blonde with hints of golden red in the sunlight. She startled him from his thoughts suddenly by speaking.
"Tell me about your people." Her eyes were closed as she said it, but when he didn't respond she opened them. They were dark brown and bright and he couldn't remember a thing about his own race.
"W-well," he stuttered. " My father has dwelled here for many centuries. We keep to ourselves, since most of the races of these lands are selfserving and easily turned against one another. The race of men can be caring and brave, but their lives are fleeting and greed takes their minds easily." He looked to see her reaction and saw her narrow her eyes and cross her arms.
"You mean below your's right? Just because you have pretty hair and a long bow my race is inferior." She countered as he sighed, regretting the way he'd said it. "What about you? Your people seem foolish to me. Your guards were laughing like hyenna's and were much too overconfident." Now it was Legolas' time to narrow his eyes.
"We make the best of every situation given us. When you live forever it's better to laugh than become calous and heartless." His blue eyes were lit with a passion she'd never seen, and his words stopped her from retorting. Forever? What did he mean by live forever.
"You are immortal?" At his simple nod she paused. "I thought when you said your father dwelled here for centuries you meant his ancestors." Her words trailed off as she took in his features again. That meant her ancestor's once were immortal, but they obviously didn't live forever. "Amazing. Though I still think your guard was lucky to keep his head, you are probably much older than I first thought." She blushed slightly and looked down, suddenly wondering why Morgan was taking so long in finding wood.
"I am just over three centuries old." He told her, his voice soft and she simply stared. He looked so young, yet when she looked into his eyes she saw a depth and slight sadness like none other she'd seen. "I am one of the youngest of my kind. There are no more elven children in these lands." He said as she frowned. "Your ancestor's were elven, does that mean you have the lifespan of the Numenor?" When she tilted her head and shrugged he explained. "Numenor is the race of men in these lands who were decendant's of the elf Elros. They live to be nearly two hundred and fifty years of age." When he was finished she raised her brows and sighed.
"I do not think so." She said as she smiled and shook her head. "That would be amazing, but I'm sure my real parent's died after living very short lives." She looked down as she said it, knowing war had thrived in her home land when she was born. Bavmorda had searched out all female babies, knowing of the prophecy of the child who could defeat her, for the one who bore the mark. A detailed birthmark that still marred Elora's upper arm. Surely her mother would not have let her be taken from her by choice. She had little hope that her birth parents were alive.
"That's very sad, no children." She said changing the subject. "I don't have any children, but I enjoy their company." She said as she smiled widely. "I have two younger brothers and though I wish I could trade them sometimes I do love them." He smiled with her and was about to say something else when suddenly he heard bantering from the grass next to Elora.
"I told you stop snoring!" Fran Jean stomped away from his companion and climbed onto Elora's bag.
"Rats! Giant rats!" Rool said as he woke suddenly at the other brownie's shout.
"And they are?" Legolas asked the question with a quarked brow.
"Brownies, their like tiny men only they talk more." She replied lying on her side to see what they were up to.
"I wasn't snoring! It was probably your own breathing you heard echoing in your empty head!" Rool shot back as he scrambled to his feet.
"Why you little fool!"
"Who are you calling little! I'll show you little!" Rool took the pouch around his neck and began to swing it.
"Settle down you two." Elora said as she bent her head down to hear them better.
"You could try you bug!" Fran Jean shot back ignoring Elora's plea. Rool tossed the pouch at Fran Jean's head and he shouted and ducked. The pouch slammed against Elora's head and burst open, golden dust sprinkled all over her hair and she shook trying to get it off her.
"Oh no." She said as the dust fluttered around her face and she glared at the two brownies.
"You fool, that belongs to the fairies!" Fran Jean shouted as Rool cupped his hands and yelled to Legolas.
"I thought you said this was blackroot!" Rool accused scratching his head. Legolas frowned and watched the two tiny men scramble into their bag to escape Elora as she took a swing at them.
"What was in that?" He asked as Elora looked at him and waited, nothing happened.
"It's the dust of broken hearts, fairies sprinkle it on people to be pests." She said as she sighed, it didn't seem to be working.
Suddenly it was like her heart leapt in her chest. Forget the dust, Legolas looked like an angel in front of her. She jumped to her feet. Never before had she seen a creature look so bright and beautiful.
"Your eyes are like stars, I could gaze at them all night." She said as she walked to him and pulled him up to face her. He looked as though he was ready to bolt. She took his hand in hers and put it to her heart, his eye went wide and he took a step back.
"I hardly think..." He began but she cut him off as she stepped closer to him his back slamming against a tree trunk.
"My heart beats for you and you alone. Can't you feel it." He could and that was why he need to get away from her. What was in that dust.
"You are not yourself." They'd jsut met! But she shook her head wildly.
"No I have never felt more sure than I do right now!" She said as she ran her other hand through his hair. "Kiss me." She said as she neared his face. He pushed her away tried to back around the tree as she advanced. "Do not fight it I only wish to be with you!" She captured his face and before he could pull back her lips met his and she wrapped her arms around his neck. For a second he was stunned and did nothing then his senses kicked him and he pulled back again, this time running a few strides then turning.
"Please, Elora I don't want you to do something you'll regret." He said as she smiled, and those brown eyes and dimples made him fret even more.
"The sound of my name on your lips rings like bells." She put her hands to her heart and her eyes filled with passion. "I love you!" She said as he groaned and back away further.
"Do not dispair, just let me love you!" Suddenly Morgan appeared rolling his eyes as he threw down the wood in his arms and quickly approached. He grabbed Elora by her waist and tossed her over his shoulder. He stopped and glared at the brownies who stuck their heads out of their leather pocket.
"Playing with fairie dust?" He accussed as Rool shrugged and gave a quiet excuse. Elora looked up from her spot on Morgan's shoulder, her long blonde hair falling in her face.
"My love!" She said as she reached her hand out to Legolas. To his surprise he took a step towards her, then he stopped himself and turned away. "Where do you take me? Do not seperate me from him, my heart shall burst." She said as Morgan yelled over his shoulder ignoring her.
"We'll be back! Don't worry she'll be fine." He said and continued through the woods until they came upon the stream they'd crossed only a few hours ago on their trek.
"Let me go! I must go to Legolas!" She said as he waded into the stream then ungracefully dropped her into the cool water. She emerged gasping and pulling her wet hair from her face. She looked confused and extremely cold. After a few moments of confusion she looked up at him shivering from the cold.
"Morgan?" She asked as she held her head and looked around her in confusion. "What's going on?"
"You were about to maul that elf." He said as she frowned, he simply gave her his hand and helped her to her feet.
"Maul him?" She asked as Morgan raised an amused eyebrow. "He is our ally."
"Those miniscule fools back there doused you in fairie dust I'm guessing, you were about to make that elf your own." He laughed at her expression as she put her head in her hands, mouth agape.
"Oh! I can't believe this." She cried as she wrapped her arms around herself. "And now I'm freezing!" She rubbed arms and Morgan laughed.
"Come on, let's get you back to the fire. And to your elf!" He said in a mock tone. She punched his gut while he was laughing and he doubled over. She smirked.
"You're just jealous." She teased as she walked ahead of him, not noticing the lingering stare he gave her as he dropped his head and sighed.
When they reached the camp Legolas was sitting in his spot by the tree and Elora couldn't bring herself to look at him. Slowly she was remembering all the things she'd said and her cheeks were bright red. Morgan flopped onto his back, suddenly very unsociable, and didn't talk for the rest of the night.
"Sorry about that." She said as she pulled off her wet cloak and boots and set them aside to dry. "I apollogize for the things I said, that was terrible." She smiled slightly and he nodded, a small smile on his own face.
"No need, I understand. Just try to keep your friends from using their power for evil." He joked as she laughed, looking at the brownies who were once again asleep in the grass. She wrapped her arms around herself and let out a deep breath as she inched closer to the fire.
"You're soaking wet, and freezing." Legolas got up and took his cloak from his shoulders laying in across her's and she smiled shyly and pulled the cloak around her tighter.
"Thank you." She said as he nodded and sat back down. Little else was said until they were all asleep, Legolas stayed awake most of the night and kept guard. The fire would draw any orc's to it so when they fell asleep he put it out and listened closely to the forest. All was quiet.
He watched Elora as she slept, she looked so innocent and beautiful. He'd thought she was a pretty girl when he'd first seen her but her little tryst that night made him suddenly be aware of her in other ways. When he looked at her now he could tell she was foreign. Her skin was olive in complexion and her hair was more red than the normal men he'd seen. Her eyes were deep brown and he couldn't help but notice her lithe frame when she was clinging to him.
How long had it been since he'd kissed someone? How long had it been since he'd let anyone close enough to care for him. Never had he been in love, and he hadn't thought of it until this moment. He figured he would love someday but recently with all the elves leaving the shores of Middle-earth he'd given up on the thought. He would not be the first to pass into the grey haven's alone.
He should just put the whole thing behind him, it wasn't her that said those things it was the magic the dust possessed. But the look in her eyes was one he would not soon forget.
Next chapter has action and swords! Yay! And as always, reviews are appreciated!
Chapter Five
Bavmorda sat along what was left of the ruined gates of Barad Dur. She'd rebuilt what she could, but as long as she was using all her resources for finding the girl she had too few orc's left to even start on the huge fortress that was thwarted recently. Sauron was a powerful being but she would perfect the evil he had started. One by one she will turn all in middle-earth into her slaves. None could resist her.
Her face was conniving and smug as she watch hundred's of orc's pouring through the charred ruins. She knew it was only a matter of time before Cherlindrea brought that little brat here, and she could feel her even now, seeking her out. But she would be dead long before she would have a chance to destroy the sorceress. The ritual had only partially been done before Bavmorda was banished to the shadow. The girl was only a baby then, but some good had come of it. The girls powers were slightly diminished and if she stepped into Mordor's dark, foul lands her power would fade and she won't have the strength to fight.
That was all she had to do, draw her into Mordor. Or bring her by force if neccessary. And her orc's were rushing to Mirkwood now, and the girl stood little chance against them.
They had being traveling south for scarcely two hours when darkness began to fall. Legolas had stopped in an area surrounded by thick brush yet had an open view of the stars. He lit a fire, but seemed not to care about the cold.
Elora sat quietly, deep in thought while she watched the flames lick at the air. This power inside her was strong, she could feel it flowing through her veins. Closing her eyes, she sat still and simply reached out to it she felt like she was suddenly connected to the very earth she sat on. She could feel things instead of seeing them, like the deer that silently bounded through the forest to get to it's thicket before the predators of the night began to prowl. Or the tree's branches as they swayed in the slight breeze, she could hear it moan as it stretched it's limbs to move with the wind. She could feel the eyes of the elven prince on her, could sense his curious gaze searching her face.
Legolas watched her from where he sat leaning against a tree. He would not sleep most likely, his mind was too active with thoughts of the quest ahead of him. He could get them to Rohan and then Eomer could come with to Gondor, he was sure Aragorn would welcome the help. The mystery of what was behind these sudden attack's by the orc's was finally solved. But the girl before him was so young and though she was skilled with a sword she seemed very small and insignificant compared to the task given to her. He looked over her layered grey tunic and black trousers. Black riding boots covered her feet and her grey cloak was tossed back over her shoulders. Her hair was past her waist and was blonde with hints of golden red in the sunlight. She startled him from his thoughts suddenly by speaking.
"Tell me about your people." Her eyes were closed as she said it, but when he didn't respond she opened them. They were dark brown and bright and he couldn't remember a thing about his own race.
"W-well," he stuttered. " My father has dwelled here for many centuries. We keep to ourselves, since most of the races of these lands are selfserving and easily turned against one another. The race of men can be caring and brave, but their lives are fleeting and greed takes their minds easily." He looked to see her reaction and saw her narrow her eyes and cross her arms.
"You mean below your's right? Just because you have pretty hair and a long bow my race is inferior." She countered as he sighed, regretting the way he'd said it. "What about you? Your people seem foolish to me. Your guards were laughing like hyenna's and were much too overconfident." Now it was Legolas' time to narrow his eyes.
"We make the best of every situation given us. When you live forever it's better to laugh than become calous and heartless." His blue eyes were lit with a passion she'd never seen, and his words stopped her from retorting. Forever? What did he mean by live forever.
"You are immortal?" At his simple nod she paused. "I thought when you said your father dwelled here for centuries you meant his ancestors." Her words trailed off as she took in his features again. That meant her ancestor's once were immortal, but they obviously didn't live forever. "Amazing. Though I still think your guard was lucky to keep his head, you are probably much older than I first thought." She blushed slightly and looked down, suddenly wondering why Morgan was taking so long in finding wood.
"I am just over three centuries old." He told her, his voice soft and she simply stared. He looked so young, yet when she looked into his eyes she saw a depth and slight sadness like none other she'd seen. "I am one of the youngest of my kind. There are no more elven children in these lands." He said as she frowned. "Your ancestor's were elven, does that mean you have the lifespan of the Numenor?" When she tilted her head and shrugged he explained. "Numenor is the race of men in these lands who were decendant's of the elf Elros. They live to be nearly two hundred and fifty years of age." When he was finished she raised her brows and sighed.
"I do not think so." She said as she smiled and shook her head. "That would be amazing, but I'm sure my real parent's died after living very short lives." She looked down as she said it, knowing war had thrived in her home land when she was born. Bavmorda had searched out all female babies, knowing of the prophecy of the child who could defeat her, for the one who bore the mark. A detailed birthmark that still marred Elora's upper arm. Surely her mother would not have let her be taken from her by choice. She had little hope that her birth parents were alive.
"That's very sad, no children." She said changing the subject. "I don't have any children, but I enjoy their company." She said as she smiled widely. "I have two younger brothers and though I wish I could trade them sometimes I do love them." He smiled with her and was about to say something else when suddenly he heard bantering from the grass next to Elora.
"I told you stop snoring!" Fran Jean stomped away from his companion and climbed onto Elora's bag.
"Rats! Giant rats!" Rool said as he woke suddenly at the other brownie's shout.
"And they are?" Legolas asked the question with a quarked brow.
"Brownies, their like tiny men only they talk more." She replied lying on her side to see what they were up to.
"I wasn't snoring! It was probably your own breathing you heard echoing in your empty head!" Rool shot back as he scrambled to his feet.
"Why you little fool!"
"Who are you calling little! I'll show you little!" Rool took the pouch around his neck and began to swing it.
"Settle down you two." Elora said as she bent her head down to hear them better.
"You could try you bug!" Fran Jean shot back ignoring Elora's plea. Rool tossed the pouch at Fran Jean's head and he shouted and ducked. The pouch slammed against Elora's head and burst open, golden dust sprinkled all over her hair and she shook trying to get it off her.
"Oh no." She said as the dust fluttered around her face and she glared at the two brownies.
"You fool, that belongs to the fairies!" Fran Jean shouted as Rool cupped his hands and yelled to Legolas.
"I thought you said this was blackroot!" Rool accused scratching his head. Legolas frowned and watched the two tiny men scramble into their bag to escape Elora as she took a swing at them.
"What was in that?" He asked as Elora looked at him and waited, nothing happened.
"It's the dust of broken hearts, fairies sprinkle it on people to be pests." She said as she sighed, it didn't seem to be working.
Suddenly it was like her heart leapt in her chest. Forget the dust, Legolas looked like an angel in front of her. She jumped to her feet. Never before had she seen a creature look so bright and beautiful.
"Your eyes are like stars, I could gaze at them all night." She said as she walked to him and pulled him up to face her. He looked as though he was ready to bolt. She took his hand in hers and put it to her heart, his eye went wide and he took a step back.
"I hardly think..." He began but she cut him off as she stepped closer to him his back slamming against a tree trunk.
"My heart beats for you and you alone. Can't you feel it." He could and that was why he need to get away from her. What was in that dust.
"You are not yourself." They'd jsut met! But she shook her head wildly.
"No I have never felt more sure than I do right now!" She said as she ran her other hand through his hair. "Kiss me." She said as she neared his face. He pushed her away tried to back around the tree as she advanced. "Do not fight it I only wish to be with you!" She captured his face and before he could pull back her lips met his and she wrapped her arms around his neck. For a second he was stunned and did nothing then his senses kicked him and he pulled back again, this time running a few strides then turning.
"Please, Elora I don't want you to do something you'll regret." He said as she smiled, and those brown eyes and dimples made him fret even more.
"The sound of my name on your lips rings like bells." She put her hands to her heart and her eyes filled with passion. "I love you!" She said as he groaned and back away further.
"Do not dispair, just let me love you!" Suddenly Morgan appeared rolling his eyes as he threw down the wood in his arms and quickly approached. He grabbed Elora by her waist and tossed her over his shoulder. He stopped and glared at the brownies who stuck their heads out of their leather pocket.
"Playing with fairie dust?" He accussed as Rool shrugged and gave a quiet excuse. Elora looked up from her spot on Morgan's shoulder, her long blonde hair falling in her face.
"My love!" She said as she reached her hand out to Legolas. To his surprise he took a step towards her, then he stopped himself and turned away. "Where do you take me? Do not seperate me from him, my heart shall burst." She said as Morgan yelled over his shoulder ignoring her.
"We'll be back! Don't worry she'll be fine." He said and continued through the woods until they came upon the stream they'd crossed only a few hours ago on their trek.
"Let me go! I must go to Legolas!" She said as he waded into the stream then ungracefully dropped her into the cool water. She emerged gasping and pulling her wet hair from her face. She looked confused and extremely cold. After a few moments of confusion she looked up at him shivering from the cold.
"Morgan?" She asked as she held her head and looked around her in confusion. "What's going on?"
"You were about to maul that elf." He said as she frowned, he simply gave her his hand and helped her to her feet.
"Maul him?" She asked as Morgan raised an amused eyebrow. "He is our ally."
"Those miniscule fools back there doused you in fairie dust I'm guessing, you were about to make that elf your own." He laughed at her expression as she put her head in her hands, mouth agape.
"Oh! I can't believe this." She cried as she wrapped her arms around herself. "And now I'm freezing!" She rubbed arms and Morgan laughed.
"Come on, let's get you back to the fire. And to your elf!" He said in a mock tone. She punched his gut while he was laughing and he doubled over. She smirked.
"You're just jealous." She teased as she walked ahead of him, not noticing the lingering stare he gave her as he dropped his head and sighed.
When they reached the camp Legolas was sitting in his spot by the tree and Elora couldn't bring herself to look at him. Slowly she was remembering all the things she'd said and her cheeks were bright red. Morgan flopped onto his back, suddenly very unsociable, and didn't talk for the rest of the night.
"Sorry about that." She said as she pulled off her wet cloak and boots and set them aside to dry. "I apollogize for the things I said, that was terrible." She smiled slightly and he nodded, a small smile on his own face.
"No need, I understand. Just try to keep your friends from using their power for evil." He joked as she laughed, looking at the brownies who were once again asleep in the grass. She wrapped her arms around herself and let out a deep breath as she inched closer to the fire.
"You're soaking wet, and freezing." Legolas got up and took his cloak from his shoulders laying in across her's and she smiled shyly and pulled the cloak around her tighter.
"Thank you." She said as he nodded and sat back down. Little else was said until they were all asleep, Legolas stayed awake most of the night and kept guard. The fire would draw any orc's to it so when they fell asleep he put it out and listened closely to the forest. All was quiet.
He watched Elora as she slept, she looked so innocent and beautiful. He'd thought she was a pretty girl when he'd first seen her but her little tryst that night made him suddenly be aware of her in other ways. When he looked at her now he could tell she was foreign. Her skin was olive in complexion and her hair was more red than the normal men he'd seen. Her eyes were deep brown and he couldn't help but notice her lithe frame when she was clinging to him.
How long had it been since he'd kissed someone? How long had it been since he'd let anyone close enough to care for him. Never had he been in love, and he hadn't thought of it until this moment. He figured he would love someday but recently with all the elves leaving the shores of Middle-earth he'd given up on the thought. He would not be the first to pass into the grey haven's alone.
He should just put the whole thing behind him, it wasn't her that said those things it was the magic the dust possessed. But the look in her eyes was one he would not soon forget.
Next chapter has action and swords! Yay! And as always, reviews are appreciated!