In the forests of Mirkwood, there is a forgotten legend. The legend supposedly took place at the beginning of the third age. This is written to keep it alive, and not let a certain one be forgotten...this is the story of the forgotten legend. Continue reading if you dare.
The Wood Elves dwelt happily in Mirkwood. All was well until a certain Mid-Summer's Eve. They all were gathered for the traditional celebration. Many were outside, drinking to each other's health. When a certain noise caused silence to come over every one. It was a howl. But it was different. The creatures voice was clear and strong, it rose above all other noises. Even the crickets stopped their fiddling to listen to this wolf's voice. It was hypnotising, magnificent, yet frightening. It caused the blood of all Elves to run cold. They knew not what the intentions of the creature. Once the song ended, whispers broke out among them.
They were finally assured that it was just a wolf. Just an ordinary wolf. Eventually all were calmed and went back to their celebration.
Twas a month after, when a small group of Elves from Mirkwood came travelling through. They froze in their tracks upon hearing the same howl they'd heard a month ago. In a small clearing about a league away, they could see the dim figure of a magnificent creature. It had liking to that of a wolf, but it was much more beautiful. More grand and powerful. In the darkness, they could a see a pale light coming forth from the being.
They stood in awe of it. Though they knew it could be dangerous, their curiousity got the better of them. As silently as any elf could move, they quickly made their way to the creature. They stopped until they were about fifteen yards away from where it stood.
At the end of the wolf's song, the Elves were overtaken by fear. For now the creature turned its head and looked directly at them. Its eyes were a dark and sparkling green. They seemed to hold much knowledge and wisdom. Its fur was a glistening white, as well as its claws.
They sat there for what seemed like an eternity. Then, a figure came shooting from the sky to the ground. It seemed to them that she was a star. For her robes and dress were white, and glittered in the moonlight. Her raven hair flew to her waist. Her beauty surpassed anything than they had seen on Middle Earth.
Though she did not look their way, the Elves knew she was aware of their presence. As a white pure light radiated from both her and the wolf, she gently placed her hand on the wolf's back. At that moment there was a blinding flash, and then the Lady and wolf had disapeared.
When the Elves returned home, those who heard their story did not believe it. They were told they must have only dreamed.
But to one Elf, this seemed to be true. She believed the story of these Elves. She recorded the happening in a small book and locked it away...
The Wood Elves dwelt happily in Mirkwood. All was well until a certain Mid-Summer's Eve. They all were gathered for the traditional celebration. Many were outside, drinking to each other's health. When a certain noise caused silence to come over every one. It was a howl. But it was different. The creatures voice was clear and strong, it rose above all other noises. Even the crickets stopped their fiddling to listen to this wolf's voice. It was hypnotising, magnificent, yet frightening. It caused the blood of all Elves to run cold. They knew not what the intentions of the creature. Once the song ended, whispers broke out among them.
They were finally assured that it was just a wolf. Just an ordinary wolf. Eventually all were calmed and went back to their celebration.
Twas a month after, when a small group of Elves from Mirkwood came travelling through. They froze in their tracks upon hearing the same howl they'd heard a month ago. In a small clearing about a league away, they could see the dim figure of a magnificent creature. It had liking to that of a wolf, but it was much more beautiful. More grand and powerful. In the darkness, they could a see a pale light coming forth from the being.
They stood in awe of it. Though they knew it could be dangerous, their curiousity got the better of them. As silently as any elf could move, they quickly made their way to the creature. They stopped until they were about fifteen yards away from where it stood.
At the end of the wolf's song, the Elves were overtaken by fear. For now the creature turned its head and looked directly at them. Its eyes were a dark and sparkling green. They seemed to hold much knowledge and wisdom. Its fur was a glistening white, as well as its claws.
They sat there for what seemed like an eternity. Then, a figure came shooting from the sky to the ground. It seemed to them that she was a star. For her robes and dress were white, and glittered in the moonlight. Her raven hair flew to her waist. Her beauty surpassed anything than they had seen on Middle Earth.
Though she did not look their way, the Elves knew she was aware of their presence. As a white pure light radiated from both her and the wolf, she gently placed her hand on the wolf's back. At that moment there was a blinding flash, and then the Lady and wolf had disapeared.
When the Elves returned home, those who heard their story did not believe it. They were told they must have only dreamed.
But to one Elf, this seemed to be true. She believed the story of these Elves. She recorded the happening in a small book and locked it away...