~ I guess my three years of AP English and Honors English were all a
waste. But at least I passed the AP test, both AP English Language and AP
English Literature, so I guess it wasn't all a waste. But maybe I got a B
in the class cuz of my verb tenses. I really suck at those stupid things.
Oh wellz, I have until the end of college to fix the problem. But then how
do you distinguish the past from the present when you intended present at
that moment but you wrote the rest in past? Hmm...
Chapter 4: Lothlorien
I had only been to Lothlorien once, and I was with my father at the time. If I remember, Lothlorien was beautiful, but dark, lit with lights everywhere. It was beautiful, but I personally would not want to live there. I liked Mirkwood as it is.
Behind me, I could hear the dwarf warning the hobbits about something along the lines of an elf witch possessing great power. At first I did not know what they were talking about. As Gimli spoke more, I realized they were talking about the Lady of the Woods. How dare he talk about her that way! She was not a witch! She was a beautiful elf lady, and Gimli knew nothing about her.
I was about to turn around to give him a piece of my mind when I saw movement at the corner of my eye. What the- I notched my arrow and pointed toward the general direction of the movement and found myself facing the point of an arrow. Looking around, I found my friends facing the same, and I glanced over at Aragorn to see what he was going to do.
I heard a familiar voice say, "The dwarf speaks so loudly we could have shot him in the dark." I knew that voice. Haldir of Lorien.
Aragorn started speaking elvish with Haldir, telling him we needed help and protection. Haldir considered it for a moment before telling us to follow him. The Lady of the Woods awaits us. That was no surprise. She knew everything with that mirror of hers. I knew she lets others look into the mirror, but I myself have never peered into it.
We walked up a stairway up to where we would meet the Lord and Lady. As they came down to meet us, I could practically feel the awe that my friends were feeling towards the couple. Their light shone brightly, almost blinding all of us.
"Eight are here but nine there were set out from Rivendell," Lord Celeborn said. "Tell me, where is Gandalf, for I much desire to speak with him."
He just had to bring the subject up. He obviously did not know what happened to the great wizard, and I could feel my heart sink with distress. Lady Galadriel looked at us and, telling from our faces, immediately knew what happened.
"He has fallen into the shadows," she whispered. "The quest stands on the edge of a knife, stray but a little and it will fail, to the ruin of all. Yet hope remains as long as the company is true. Do not let your hearts be troubled. Go now, and rest, for you are weary with toil and much sorrow. Tonight you shall sleep in peace."
That was the best thing I have heard all day. We all surely needed the rest.
We set up camp and everyone prepared their bedrolls. I however did not. I met with the other Lorien elves who were preparing a ceremony in honor of our fallen wizard friend. I had changed into a white tunic and was given a candle in respect for Gandalf. The singing up above us started, and I walked back to our encampment.
"A lament for Gandalf," I informed them all as I gazed upward in wonder at the beautiful voices.
"What do they say about him?"
I felt a sharp pain strike my heart, and I literally saw the image Gandalf's tragic fall in the Mines right before my eyes. Blinking away the mental picture, I turned to the hobbit who addressed me and sadly said, "I have not the heart to tell you. For me the grief is still too near."
Too too near for me. I did not know if I could live with the fact that Gandalf is gone. Remembering back when I was little, Gandalf had frequently visited Mirkwood, and he would spend some considerable time with me. He was like an uncle to me, and now that he had passed on...
Shaking off my anguish, I went to prepare my own bedroll as night was nearing.
~ Sorries for a short chapter. Lothlorien did not really have many scenes with Legolas in it. It was mainly Aragorn and Frodo and Galadriel. Well, hopefully the next chapters we'll see more of him. Review please! Please? Pleeeeeeeeeze?
Chapter 4: Lothlorien
I had only been to Lothlorien once, and I was with my father at the time. If I remember, Lothlorien was beautiful, but dark, lit with lights everywhere. It was beautiful, but I personally would not want to live there. I liked Mirkwood as it is.
Behind me, I could hear the dwarf warning the hobbits about something along the lines of an elf witch possessing great power. At first I did not know what they were talking about. As Gimli spoke more, I realized they were talking about the Lady of the Woods. How dare he talk about her that way! She was not a witch! She was a beautiful elf lady, and Gimli knew nothing about her.
I was about to turn around to give him a piece of my mind when I saw movement at the corner of my eye. What the- I notched my arrow and pointed toward the general direction of the movement and found myself facing the point of an arrow. Looking around, I found my friends facing the same, and I glanced over at Aragorn to see what he was going to do.
I heard a familiar voice say, "The dwarf speaks so loudly we could have shot him in the dark." I knew that voice. Haldir of Lorien.
Aragorn started speaking elvish with Haldir, telling him we needed help and protection. Haldir considered it for a moment before telling us to follow him. The Lady of the Woods awaits us. That was no surprise. She knew everything with that mirror of hers. I knew she lets others look into the mirror, but I myself have never peered into it.
We walked up a stairway up to where we would meet the Lord and Lady. As they came down to meet us, I could practically feel the awe that my friends were feeling towards the couple. Their light shone brightly, almost blinding all of us.
"Eight are here but nine there were set out from Rivendell," Lord Celeborn said. "Tell me, where is Gandalf, for I much desire to speak with him."
He just had to bring the subject up. He obviously did not know what happened to the great wizard, and I could feel my heart sink with distress. Lady Galadriel looked at us and, telling from our faces, immediately knew what happened.
"He has fallen into the shadows," she whispered. "The quest stands on the edge of a knife, stray but a little and it will fail, to the ruin of all. Yet hope remains as long as the company is true. Do not let your hearts be troubled. Go now, and rest, for you are weary with toil and much sorrow. Tonight you shall sleep in peace."
That was the best thing I have heard all day. We all surely needed the rest.
We set up camp and everyone prepared their bedrolls. I however did not. I met with the other Lorien elves who were preparing a ceremony in honor of our fallen wizard friend. I had changed into a white tunic and was given a candle in respect for Gandalf. The singing up above us started, and I walked back to our encampment.
"A lament for Gandalf," I informed them all as I gazed upward in wonder at the beautiful voices.
"What do they say about him?"
I felt a sharp pain strike my heart, and I literally saw the image Gandalf's tragic fall in the Mines right before my eyes. Blinking away the mental picture, I turned to the hobbit who addressed me and sadly said, "I have not the heart to tell you. For me the grief is still too near."
Too too near for me. I did not know if I could live with the fact that Gandalf is gone. Remembering back when I was little, Gandalf had frequently visited Mirkwood, and he would spend some considerable time with me. He was like an uncle to me, and now that he had passed on...
Shaking off my anguish, I went to prepare my own bedroll as night was nearing.
~ Sorries for a short chapter. Lothlorien did not really have many scenes with Legolas in it. It was mainly Aragorn and Frodo and Galadriel. Well, hopefully the next chapters we'll see more of him. Review please! Please? Pleeeeeeeeeze?