Disclaimer: Forget the disclaimer! I claim it all! Even the One Ring! Hahaha, it's mine! Now I can rule Middle Earth and keep Legolas and Boromir as my slaves! *gets clubbed by Legolas and Boromir fangirls* Okay, okay! I get the point! Geez, I was only kidding...! No, really, I was!
Elenya by Shelly
CHAPTER TWELVE
Lillisandra traveled east from Rivendell towards the eastern edge of the Misty Mountains, a journey that surprisingly took almost a month to make as she took the High Pass that Legolas had suggested. She had little trouble on her journey so far except from the weather as autumn was slowly progressing towards winter, traveling during the day at first then at night once she came upon the High Pass. She ate only when she was hungry so her food would last her till she reached Lorien.
Her thoughts often dwelled on Boromir, and she wondered if they had left Rivendell yet. For many nights after she had left, she would cry herself to sleep for as long as she was moving and constantly on her alert she was distracted and thought nothing of the aching of her heart. The nights had been the hardest as she was left alone with her thoughts and memories which now seemed so long ago, making her wish she could see them all once again and hear their voices.
Soon she emerged from the mountains and into the valley where the Great River flowed steadily south towards Lorien and down into Gondor where her thoughts turned briefly once more to Faramir and how he was managing in his brother's absence. Moving down towards the river which she planned to follow to Lorien, she kept her eyes and ears open for any sign of orcs or other foul creatures that she might come across. But it was not until she crossed the Gladden River and came into the Gladden Fields where Isildur had been slain did she begin to see any orcs. The closer she neared Lorien the more she saw them, and it wasn't long until she heard the sounds of battle.
No longer was she able to remain hidden in the confusion as some of the orcs that fled the battle would come across her. Many of them she picked off with her arrows, and her quiver was soon exhausted, leading her to unsheathe her sword and indulge in some hand to hand combat. A few small scratches she received from her battle, and she slew more than she thought possible.
She felt something brush against her back and spun around with her sword ready, but relaxed when she caught a glimpse of blond hair, meeting the male elf eye to eye.
"Well, what have we here? A warrior and a female no less," he smiled.
She sheathed her sword, the fighting having stopped for the moment and turning into pursuit of the remaining orcs. "Do you have a problem with females?"
He laughed. "Not at all. Although it is a rare sight to see one so skilled traveling by herself. Tell me, from where have you come?"
"Just recently I have come from Rivendell, but before that I came from Silmarion in the Ered Nimrais to the south," she answered.
His eyes widened at this. "A long journey. We have been told to expect your presence any time now. Follow me and I will lead you into Caras Galadon."
She walked away behind him, noticing he was clad all in grey, his hair nearly as long as her own and so blond it was almost white. "From where did the orcs come from?" she asked.
"From Moria. Something has stirred them up, but what I do not know."
She wondered if Boromir and the others were there. "Tell me, have you seen a company of nine pass through? Four hobbits, two humans, an elf, a dwarf, and a wizard. Gandalf is his name."
He seemed surprised. "What a company indeed! But, no, I have not. Who is this elf that goes with them? I see that you are concerned for them and I assume that it is he you are worried about?"
"Indeed I am concerned for him, but I also include the others as well. He is Prince Legolas of Mirkwood although another among them is known as my beloved."
The elf smiled. "A pity. I would have liked to know you better."
She smiled, a blush coloring her cheeks. After about a day of traveling, they came to Caras Galadon and skirted the western edge of the city until they came upon the bridge that provided passage into the city over the dry moat that surrounded it. They entered through the Great Gates and took a winding path through the mallorns that covered the great hill towards the base of what was perhaps the largest mallorn among them all.
"Here is where you will see Galadriel, my lady."
She bowed her head to him in thanks and looked up into the tree. It was a long way up, and she began her ascent with more than a little nervousness. She had set out from her home to come here and had seen many things and met many people along the way, some she would never forget. And after today she wasn't sure what was going to happen as up till now she had only been concerned with getting here, although from here she would most likely be going back to Silmarion and giving her father Ardya.
After what seemed like an eternity, she finally reached a broad plateau and on it rested the hall of the Lord and Lady of Lorien. She entered and looked in wonder at the great trunk of the mallorn that grew in the midst of an oval shaped hall which glowed with a soft light. Various elves sat in chairs around the hall, and she felt somewhat self-conscious as she approached the two figures that sat underneath the canopy of leaves from the tree. Looking upon them, she felt at peace as she saw Galadriel rise and approach her.
The Lady smiled and leaned forward to kiss her on her forehead. "My heart is glad to welcome thee, descendant of Celebrimbor," she said and the hall was filled with gasps of surprise at who she was revealed to be.
"I am honored to be amongst so fair and beautiful a place," she replied.
"And yet your heart is saddened by all you have seen during your long journey here, as well as by the loss of one whose heart you held most closely to your own. But do not let such things trouble you here as you rest for the remainder of the day. Tomorrow I shall look for you and complete the task which has brought you here."
"One more thing I would ask of you, Lady, if I may. I would ask if I would be told if a company of nine pass through."
"I will if you would describe them to me."
She described them to Galadriel, and the Lady smiled. "I see the one you love as his face is foremost in your mind." She gestured to one of the elves seated in the hall who left. "We will let you know as soon as we see them."
She bowed to Galadriel. "My thanks." Then she descended the stairs to emerge on a wide lawn that held a small pavilion that had been prepared for her, where she promptly fell asleep from the exhaustion that she had kept at bay for so long.
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Finally! The moment that Lilli has waited for has arrived! But will she be prepared for what will happen? Hee-hee! Thanks for reading and please review!
Elenya by Shelly
CHAPTER TWELVE
Lillisandra traveled east from Rivendell towards the eastern edge of the Misty Mountains, a journey that surprisingly took almost a month to make as she took the High Pass that Legolas had suggested. She had little trouble on her journey so far except from the weather as autumn was slowly progressing towards winter, traveling during the day at first then at night once she came upon the High Pass. She ate only when she was hungry so her food would last her till she reached Lorien.
Her thoughts often dwelled on Boromir, and she wondered if they had left Rivendell yet. For many nights after she had left, she would cry herself to sleep for as long as she was moving and constantly on her alert she was distracted and thought nothing of the aching of her heart. The nights had been the hardest as she was left alone with her thoughts and memories which now seemed so long ago, making her wish she could see them all once again and hear their voices.
Soon she emerged from the mountains and into the valley where the Great River flowed steadily south towards Lorien and down into Gondor where her thoughts turned briefly once more to Faramir and how he was managing in his brother's absence. Moving down towards the river which she planned to follow to Lorien, she kept her eyes and ears open for any sign of orcs or other foul creatures that she might come across. But it was not until she crossed the Gladden River and came into the Gladden Fields where Isildur had been slain did she begin to see any orcs. The closer she neared Lorien the more she saw them, and it wasn't long until she heard the sounds of battle.
No longer was she able to remain hidden in the confusion as some of the orcs that fled the battle would come across her. Many of them she picked off with her arrows, and her quiver was soon exhausted, leading her to unsheathe her sword and indulge in some hand to hand combat. A few small scratches she received from her battle, and she slew more than she thought possible.
She felt something brush against her back and spun around with her sword ready, but relaxed when she caught a glimpse of blond hair, meeting the male elf eye to eye.
"Well, what have we here? A warrior and a female no less," he smiled.
She sheathed her sword, the fighting having stopped for the moment and turning into pursuit of the remaining orcs. "Do you have a problem with females?"
He laughed. "Not at all. Although it is a rare sight to see one so skilled traveling by herself. Tell me, from where have you come?"
"Just recently I have come from Rivendell, but before that I came from Silmarion in the Ered Nimrais to the south," she answered.
His eyes widened at this. "A long journey. We have been told to expect your presence any time now. Follow me and I will lead you into Caras Galadon."
She walked away behind him, noticing he was clad all in grey, his hair nearly as long as her own and so blond it was almost white. "From where did the orcs come from?" she asked.
"From Moria. Something has stirred them up, but what I do not know."
She wondered if Boromir and the others were there. "Tell me, have you seen a company of nine pass through? Four hobbits, two humans, an elf, a dwarf, and a wizard. Gandalf is his name."
He seemed surprised. "What a company indeed! But, no, I have not. Who is this elf that goes with them? I see that you are concerned for them and I assume that it is he you are worried about?"
"Indeed I am concerned for him, but I also include the others as well. He is Prince Legolas of Mirkwood although another among them is known as my beloved."
The elf smiled. "A pity. I would have liked to know you better."
She smiled, a blush coloring her cheeks. After about a day of traveling, they came to Caras Galadon and skirted the western edge of the city until they came upon the bridge that provided passage into the city over the dry moat that surrounded it. They entered through the Great Gates and took a winding path through the mallorns that covered the great hill towards the base of what was perhaps the largest mallorn among them all.
"Here is where you will see Galadriel, my lady."
She bowed her head to him in thanks and looked up into the tree. It was a long way up, and she began her ascent with more than a little nervousness. She had set out from her home to come here and had seen many things and met many people along the way, some she would never forget. And after today she wasn't sure what was going to happen as up till now she had only been concerned with getting here, although from here she would most likely be going back to Silmarion and giving her father Ardya.
After what seemed like an eternity, she finally reached a broad plateau and on it rested the hall of the Lord and Lady of Lorien. She entered and looked in wonder at the great trunk of the mallorn that grew in the midst of an oval shaped hall which glowed with a soft light. Various elves sat in chairs around the hall, and she felt somewhat self-conscious as she approached the two figures that sat underneath the canopy of leaves from the tree. Looking upon them, she felt at peace as she saw Galadriel rise and approach her.
The Lady smiled and leaned forward to kiss her on her forehead. "My heart is glad to welcome thee, descendant of Celebrimbor," she said and the hall was filled with gasps of surprise at who she was revealed to be.
"I am honored to be amongst so fair and beautiful a place," she replied.
"And yet your heart is saddened by all you have seen during your long journey here, as well as by the loss of one whose heart you held most closely to your own. But do not let such things trouble you here as you rest for the remainder of the day. Tomorrow I shall look for you and complete the task which has brought you here."
"One more thing I would ask of you, Lady, if I may. I would ask if I would be told if a company of nine pass through."
"I will if you would describe them to me."
She described them to Galadriel, and the Lady smiled. "I see the one you love as his face is foremost in your mind." She gestured to one of the elves seated in the hall who left. "We will let you know as soon as we see them."
She bowed to Galadriel. "My thanks." Then she descended the stairs to emerge on a wide lawn that held a small pavilion that had been prepared for her, where she promptly fell asleep from the exhaustion that she had kept at bay for so long.
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Finally! The moment that Lilli has waited for has arrived! But will she be prepared for what will happen? Hee-hee! Thanks for reading and please review!
