A/N: I've decided I like this story too much to stop writing. Hmm, I think I shall have to reread the Hobbit to make sure I got facts straight on Mirkwood. You'll have to forgive me if I get things wrong. You all are awesome! Thanks for the reviews. I like that people find this interesting! And to answer a question, I have just started to read the Silmarillion.
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Elanim walked through into the forest dark. There in the thickness of the trees, the sun hardly seemed to shine at all. That was alright, though, for she had always loved the dark. As the wind ran its fingers through ebony hair, a song sprang forth from her mouth.
'Willows weeping
Sun beating
Flowers singing
Wind whispering in my ear...
Saying come near
Mighty river rushing
Mountain crushing
The song of the trees
Remains in my ears
Warnings of a new danger
Bird gliding
Wolf howling
Time has come
Time has gone
To where to my path leads
I shall never know...'
She sang, every once in a while her hand brushed against a tree.
Elanim had walked a good way through the forest when she felt eyes on her. Eight, to be exact. She turned around and faced it, curtsying to it, as was polite.
"And where might where you be off to, my dear?" She sighed at the tone of the question. These poor creatures expected her to be afraid.
"Quite honestly, curious spider, I have no one idea." She shrugged.
"Perhaps you'd like to join me for a snack?" She laughed.
"Oh one whom most loathe and despise, I may be fearless, but not one without a brain. May your hunting for a meal go well!" She continued on her way, but the spider would not give up. It pounced on her when her back was turned.
"Would you get off?! May you and the rest of your species be forever cursed! Exiled or not, how dare you attack a child of the sky!!!" It immediately got off, afraid as the girl's skin began to glow a white light.
"I am sorry. I did not know!" She rolled her eyes.
"Just make sure you know who you're about to eat next time. Your meal may very well be poisinous!" An idea crept into her head as she remembered the prince that followed. "A word of wisdom, creature. Beware of the traveller who follows in my pursuit. Very deadly. He is one of the ancient race. Beware!" She called as she was once more on her way. A song once again fond its way through her mouth as her search continued.
The prince had given up on following the strange girl, and he had decided to start his journey home. He had his bow ready while he rode on Arod, for orcs and spiders and such were thick in Mirkwood. He had to travel about 17 leagues before he reached the palace.
Elanim let her light shine freely as she roamed about. She longed for some sort of companionship. Where were the fair birds of the earth, who would call out their greeting to her when her home was still the sky? Surely they'd still recognize her. She climbed up a nearby tree, this time bow and quiver attached to her back, and began to sing a call she'd always used when she felt like speaking to them. Her call was not like other bird calls. It wasn't an annoying chirping or tweeting sound, but the sound was instead dark and hypnotising. It caught almost all creatures' attention. But the Eagles knew whom it was for.
After calling for nearly fifteen minutes a huge and magnificent bird, taller and bigger than her, came flying and perched on the same branch as she.
"Ah, Gwaihir, my lord! What a pleasant surprise. It is wonderful to see you again."
"So it is you, oh shining one. Why is it that call upon us, the Eagles?"
"I beg of you news, news of a wolf. Not a waurg, mind you."
"Lady Elanim, I have seen and heard of many wolves. You shall have to be more specific."
"The one I speak of is-"
"Shh! There is someone listening." Gwaihir silenced her. She just sighed.
"Yes, I know that, Gwaihir. You needn't inform of such things. I know very well someone is listening, and I also know who it is. I assure you the elf is harmless." He seemed somewhat reassured.
"If anything, dear one, it is I who should be nervous. You have nothing to fear." She laughed. The sound was the most wonderful thing to hear. For she was unlike any other creature that roamed the earth. They were few like her, indeed.
"I know well what I am doing." The eagle's eyes betrayed pity and compassion for her. "Oh, please do not feel sorry for me! You and I have been friends many a year. I fear you and your kind are the only ones I can trust now." She said in a hushed whisper. "I beg of you a favor." Gwaihir nodded.
"Anything for you, child of the sky. The Eagles are at your service, as you have been at ours." She smiled.
"Thank you. I need you to go find her for me."
"Her?! She is here? I thought it to be only legend or rumor!"
"Yes, I know. But the trees speak of her, Gwaihir! She is in Middle Earth somewhere. I just know she is."
"So she is in the same form?"
"Yes, you must find her for me and let me know where she is. Will do me this favor?"
"Of course. I shall send all of my kin that are available to search for her. I know how important this is for you."
"Thank you!" She gave him a quick hug before he set off.
"I shall give your call when we have at least news of her!" With that he flew away and glided away into the sky. She felt as though she could not live another day without her friend. She turned around in the tree and looked over to where she knew the Elf prince to be and smiled weakly.
"Heading home, I should hope?" He looked a little startled she had found him so easily, but relaxed.
"Yes, I was. It appears our paths seem to like crossing." She laughed and easily jumped down the tall tree to the forest floor.
"Did you have any trouble with spiders? They get nasty this time of day, though it always appears to be night in this forest."
"Indeed it does, but surprisingly enough I have not had any trouble with spiders as I usually do." A mischievous look came into the beautiful maiden's eyes. "How did you keep them away? I have a feeling you had something to do with my safe traveling." He smiled.
"Well, master Elf, that is for me to know and you to find out. And besides, who said I did have anything to do with it?"
"I did."
"Very funny, prince Legolas, now if you don't mind I have some, uh, traveling to do. And I'm farely sure your father won't be happy to know you are late."
"How do you I'm going to be late?"
"I'm exiled, not stupid! Now go! Shoo, shoo. I have some business to attend to."
"And what business might that be, oh exiled one?" He laughed as she turned around glared at him.
"I am the only one who is allowed to point that out! I'll call all the spiders of Mirkwood on you if you don't go!" She had tried to sound fearsome, but in truth, she had not the power do as she threatened. Though star she was. The elf just stood there, bemused.
"Why are you so eager to be rid of my presence? You react to me as I would a dwarf!"
"Well, perhaps you should be more polite to dwarves then!"
"Perhaps they should be more polite to Elves."
"And perhaps you should go before I...I..." She tried hard to think of a good threat. Legolas laughed as her violet eyes squinted in deep thought.
"Have you decided a good sentance for me yet?"
"I shall poke you! You shall then be a like a fair flower that has been without sun or water for weeks!"
"Oh, so I am a flair flower, am I?"
"Don't push your luck! No, actually. I change my mind. You are a weed."
"A weed?!"
"Yes, now sorry to be so abrubt, but I must leave. After all, I only anounced my departure five times! Farewell!" She practically flew up the tree that stood behind her.
"Was that intended to be an insult?" He called after her.
"Yes!" She answered from high in the tree.
"I bid you farewell, my lady! May our paths meet again." His clear strong voice made its way to her ears.
"And I bid you a safe trip. And may our paths NOT meet again for your own safety!" Her voice floated down. He laughed as he mounted Arod and rode off in the direction of the palace.
Legolas was practically in a dream all the way home. The image of the beautiful maiden just wouldn't escape his mind. He was sure it would drive him mad. As he entered the his realm, a few guards gave him a warning.
"Legolas! I fear your father is in desperate bad humor."
"Why?"
"You are late, that is why! Your return was expected days ago! You had better have a good excuse." He sighed. He did not have a good excuse, and he never was able to lie.
As his horse was led away to the stables, his heart beat quickened. There was no one who could withstand his father's wrath. Many an Elf gave him a pitiful look as he neared the throne room.
"There you are! I feared orcs had taken you! So, praytell, why were you late this time?" Kind Thranduil's gaze bore into his son. There was no escaping.
"Oh, uh, I was distracted." That was close enough to the truth.
"Distracted? And by what, if I might ask?"
"Nothing more than a vision, I fear."
"A vision?! That is proposterous!"
"The same vision twice, actually." A starry look came into Legolas' eyes as he rubbed his chin thoughtfully. His father mearly sighed.
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A/N: In case anyone is wondering, this takes place long before the War of the Ring. Right now, Gollum still has the ring. Bilbo hasn't yet taken his adventure and is still considered to be respectable. =) Come to think of it, my favorite Hobbits don't even exist yet! So peace and prosperity to you, Mirkwood! *does funky star trek salute*
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Elanim walked through into the forest dark. There in the thickness of the trees, the sun hardly seemed to shine at all. That was alright, though, for she had always loved the dark. As the wind ran its fingers through ebony hair, a song sprang forth from her mouth.
'Willows weeping
Sun beating
Flowers singing
Wind whispering in my ear...
Saying come near
Mighty river rushing
Mountain crushing
The song of the trees
Remains in my ears
Warnings of a new danger
Bird gliding
Wolf howling
Time has come
Time has gone
To where to my path leads
I shall never know...'
She sang, every once in a while her hand brushed against a tree.
Elanim had walked a good way through the forest when she felt eyes on her. Eight, to be exact. She turned around and faced it, curtsying to it, as was polite.
"And where might where you be off to, my dear?" She sighed at the tone of the question. These poor creatures expected her to be afraid.
"Quite honestly, curious spider, I have no one idea." She shrugged.
"Perhaps you'd like to join me for a snack?" She laughed.
"Oh one whom most loathe and despise, I may be fearless, but not one without a brain. May your hunting for a meal go well!" She continued on her way, but the spider would not give up. It pounced on her when her back was turned.
"Would you get off?! May you and the rest of your species be forever cursed! Exiled or not, how dare you attack a child of the sky!!!" It immediately got off, afraid as the girl's skin began to glow a white light.
"I am sorry. I did not know!" She rolled her eyes.
"Just make sure you know who you're about to eat next time. Your meal may very well be poisinous!" An idea crept into her head as she remembered the prince that followed. "A word of wisdom, creature. Beware of the traveller who follows in my pursuit. Very deadly. He is one of the ancient race. Beware!" She called as she was once more on her way. A song once again fond its way through her mouth as her search continued.
The prince had given up on following the strange girl, and he had decided to start his journey home. He had his bow ready while he rode on Arod, for orcs and spiders and such were thick in Mirkwood. He had to travel about 17 leagues before he reached the palace.
Elanim let her light shine freely as she roamed about. She longed for some sort of companionship. Where were the fair birds of the earth, who would call out their greeting to her when her home was still the sky? Surely they'd still recognize her. She climbed up a nearby tree, this time bow and quiver attached to her back, and began to sing a call she'd always used when she felt like speaking to them. Her call was not like other bird calls. It wasn't an annoying chirping or tweeting sound, but the sound was instead dark and hypnotising. It caught almost all creatures' attention. But the Eagles knew whom it was for.
After calling for nearly fifteen minutes a huge and magnificent bird, taller and bigger than her, came flying and perched on the same branch as she.
"Ah, Gwaihir, my lord! What a pleasant surprise. It is wonderful to see you again."
"So it is you, oh shining one. Why is it that call upon us, the Eagles?"
"I beg of you news, news of a wolf. Not a waurg, mind you."
"Lady Elanim, I have seen and heard of many wolves. You shall have to be more specific."
"The one I speak of is-"
"Shh! There is someone listening." Gwaihir silenced her. She just sighed.
"Yes, I know that, Gwaihir. You needn't inform of such things. I know very well someone is listening, and I also know who it is. I assure you the elf is harmless." He seemed somewhat reassured.
"If anything, dear one, it is I who should be nervous. You have nothing to fear." She laughed. The sound was the most wonderful thing to hear. For she was unlike any other creature that roamed the earth. They were few like her, indeed.
"I know well what I am doing." The eagle's eyes betrayed pity and compassion for her. "Oh, please do not feel sorry for me! You and I have been friends many a year. I fear you and your kind are the only ones I can trust now." She said in a hushed whisper. "I beg of you a favor." Gwaihir nodded.
"Anything for you, child of the sky. The Eagles are at your service, as you have been at ours." She smiled.
"Thank you. I need you to go find her for me."
"Her?! She is here? I thought it to be only legend or rumor!"
"Yes, I know. But the trees speak of her, Gwaihir! She is in Middle Earth somewhere. I just know she is."
"So she is in the same form?"
"Yes, you must find her for me and let me know where she is. Will do me this favor?"
"Of course. I shall send all of my kin that are available to search for her. I know how important this is for you."
"Thank you!" She gave him a quick hug before he set off.
"I shall give your call when we have at least news of her!" With that he flew away and glided away into the sky. She felt as though she could not live another day without her friend. She turned around in the tree and looked over to where she knew the Elf prince to be and smiled weakly.
"Heading home, I should hope?" He looked a little startled she had found him so easily, but relaxed.
"Yes, I was. It appears our paths seem to like crossing." She laughed and easily jumped down the tall tree to the forest floor.
"Did you have any trouble with spiders? They get nasty this time of day, though it always appears to be night in this forest."
"Indeed it does, but surprisingly enough I have not had any trouble with spiders as I usually do." A mischievous look came into the beautiful maiden's eyes. "How did you keep them away? I have a feeling you had something to do with my safe traveling." He smiled.
"Well, master Elf, that is for me to know and you to find out. And besides, who said I did have anything to do with it?"
"I did."
"Very funny, prince Legolas, now if you don't mind I have some, uh, traveling to do. And I'm farely sure your father won't be happy to know you are late."
"How do you I'm going to be late?"
"I'm exiled, not stupid! Now go! Shoo, shoo. I have some business to attend to."
"And what business might that be, oh exiled one?" He laughed as she turned around glared at him.
"I am the only one who is allowed to point that out! I'll call all the spiders of Mirkwood on you if you don't go!" She had tried to sound fearsome, but in truth, she had not the power do as she threatened. Though star she was. The elf just stood there, bemused.
"Why are you so eager to be rid of my presence? You react to me as I would a dwarf!"
"Well, perhaps you should be more polite to dwarves then!"
"Perhaps they should be more polite to Elves."
"And perhaps you should go before I...I..." She tried hard to think of a good threat. Legolas laughed as her violet eyes squinted in deep thought.
"Have you decided a good sentance for me yet?"
"I shall poke you! You shall then be a like a fair flower that has been without sun or water for weeks!"
"Oh, so I am a flair flower, am I?"
"Don't push your luck! No, actually. I change my mind. You are a weed."
"A weed?!"
"Yes, now sorry to be so abrubt, but I must leave. After all, I only anounced my departure five times! Farewell!" She practically flew up the tree that stood behind her.
"Was that intended to be an insult?" He called after her.
"Yes!" She answered from high in the tree.
"I bid you farewell, my lady! May our paths meet again." His clear strong voice made its way to her ears.
"And I bid you a safe trip. And may our paths NOT meet again for your own safety!" Her voice floated down. He laughed as he mounted Arod and rode off in the direction of the palace.
Legolas was practically in a dream all the way home. The image of the beautiful maiden just wouldn't escape his mind. He was sure it would drive him mad. As he entered the his realm, a few guards gave him a warning.
"Legolas! I fear your father is in desperate bad humor."
"Why?"
"You are late, that is why! Your return was expected days ago! You had better have a good excuse." He sighed. He did not have a good excuse, and he never was able to lie.
As his horse was led away to the stables, his heart beat quickened. There was no one who could withstand his father's wrath. Many an Elf gave him a pitiful look as he neared the throne room.
"There you are! I feared orcs had taken you! So, praytell, why were you late this time?" Kind Thranduil's gaze bore into his son. There was no escaping.
"Oh, uh, I was distracted." That was close enough to the truth.
"Distracted? And by what, if I might ask?"
"Nothing more than a vision, I fear."
"A vision?! That is proposterous!"
"The same vision twice, actually." A starry look came into Legolas' eyes as he rubbed his chin thoughtfully. His father mearly sighed.
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A/N: In case anyone is wondering, this takes place long before the War of the Ring. Right now, Gollum still has the ring. Bilbo hasn't yet taken his adventure and is still considered to be respectable. =) Come to think of it, my favorite Hobbits don't even exist yet! So peace and prosperity to you, Mirkwood! *does funky star trek salute*