ACK! BAD AUTHOR!! *wams head against computer screen*...I must correct a mistake in my Piercing the Veil...Glorfindel is SOO not a servant...I was originally gonna use another character there, but I decided to put Glorfindel there instead, but I guess I didnt' reword the sentence...EEK! AND...i apologize for misspelling Iluvatar ..or however you spell it...I'm bad w/ spelling
I'm glad yall liked Piercing the Veil...so, here is the sequel!
This is kinda the sequel to "Piercing the Veil" by me, Lina Skye.....YOU DON'T HAVE TO READ 'piercing the veil' TO UNDERSTAND THIS! Aight? Aight...lol
SUMMARY: As Aragorn becomes older, new responsibilities and worries for the heir to Gondor's throne come to light. As he draws to the threshold of adulthood, he begins to wander Middle Earth as he follows the path of the Dunedain. When ill circumstances befall a friend, Legolas, will he, Glorfindel, Elladan, and Elrohir, be able to save the Prince?
I OWN Hrive (pronounced Ree-vae), AranenTel'draug, Arrna, and the other Tel'draug skin changers...okay ?
*runs frantically away from all Glorfindel and Legolas fans*
Beneath the Surface
Chapter 1
Legolas Greenleaf rode slowly through the forest upon his horse. On his way to the Elven realm of Imladris to spend some time with his friends, he was ready for the journey to be over.
The weather, which was cold and icy, did not help the Prince's anxiousness to finish the trip. It merely made him want to be within the confines of his friends' home even more.
A soft growl jerked Legolas from his thoughts.
Following the growl was a long, mournful howl. The wolf's call sent a shiver down Legolas's spine for reasons he could not identify.
Something was truly not right.
That was the last thought Legolas could form before a large mass of fur and teeth connected with his body, throwing from his horse.
The last thing Legolas saw was a dog-like shape, accompanied with a growling, angry voice, "You should never have entered our territory, Elf."
Then, everything went black.
****1 month later....****
* * * * * * * * *
Aragorn looked back out at the snow covered forest behind him.
The young Dunedain blew out a deep, contented sigh. At one time, he had been afraid he would never see such a sight again. That summer, he had lost his ability to see, but thankfully, his adoptive Elven father had been able to heal him.
When Aragorn had lost his sight, during that period of blindness in his life, he had been able to hone his other senses, such as hearing and smelling.
That came in handy as he wandered the lands of Middle Earth, following the path of the Dunedain.
As Aragorn walked up into his home, the Elven land of Imladris, a long, faraway howl reached his ears.
He paused, his hand going to his sword as he listened to the forlorn cry of the wolf in the distance. Something was different about that howl....it did not seem so feral as a wolf's call should be. It seemed almost.........sad.
Aragorn shook his head slightly in amusement at himself. No, there wasn't anything different about that howl.....the wolf was hungry.......
The heir of Isildur walked up the steps of his home, trying to convince himself of that thought.
* * * * * * * * *
Hoof beats fell softly in the snow that covered the forest around Rivendell. Still, though the beast and it's rider seemed calm, the rider was far from tranquil.
He carried an urgent message from Thranduil, the Elven King of Mirkwood.
The Elf spurred his steed to go faster, even as he felt exhaustion pressing down on him, and even as he heard the soon-to-be-labored breathing of his horse. He rode as if his life, or another's, depended on him reaching Elrond.
Which it did.
The rider rode swiftly up to the gates of Elrond's home.
"Speak your name, stranger,"a guard called.
The rider took a deep breath, managing to gasp out, "I carry an urgent message from my lord, King Thranduil for Lord Elrond!"
As soon as the rider had handed the message to the gate guard, he slumped forward from his horse, exhaustion overtaking him.
* * * * * * * * *
((I realize the following message from King Thranduil may be OoC, but that's too bad.....he is concerned for his son! He isn't gonna let foolish pride stop him from asking for help!))
Elrond Peredhel of Imladris looked at the message that had been relayed to him with great haste.
'.......I come to you with a message of the utmost urgency. My son, Prince Legolas Greenleaf of Mirkwood, disappeared on his way to your realm. He was due to arrive months ago. When I received word he hadn't arrived, I feared something ill had befallen him, which I believe has.
He was last seen in Hithaeglir ((the Misty Mountains))..................'
Elrond paused, the name of the mountains that bordered Rivendell being associated with the winter season ringing a bell in his mind, then read on.
'.......I would not call upon you unless I was in true need. Considering my inexperience with the Tel'Draug skin changers that dwell in the mountains bordering your realm during the icy chill of winter, I thought it best to ask for your aid.'
Elrond's jaw almost dropped. The King of Mirkwood, in all of his pride and might, had rarely ever inquired for help from the Noldor Elves. King Thranduil rarely, if any, asked for help.
'I am entrusting my son's fate in your hands, Elrond Peredhel. Please, do not fail.'
The Elven ruler stood, his knowledge and memories of the skin changers springing back to his mind at the mention of their name.
If his memory served correctly, he needed to get to Prince Legolas as soon as possible........before it would be too late.
* * * * * * * * *
Glorfindel looked over at his companion upon reading the message Elrond had received. "This is indeed grave news."
Elrond nodded, meeting his old friend's gaze. "This message would have been better addressed to you. I was not....."
"Imprisoned by them?"Glorfindel supplied, the hint of a laugh in his voice belying by the stony coldness of his eyes as he spoke the words.
"If you wish to put it in that context, yes, Glorfindel, I was not imprisoned by them as you were,"Elrond agreed.
Glorfindel hesitated a moment, thinking over the Prince of Mirkwood's predicament. "We need to reach him as soon as we possibly can. AranenTel'draug is not the most gentle host when it comes to holding Elves."
The note of barely hidden contempt towards the Tel'draug Skin Changer's leader in Glorfindel's tone would have been noticed by no one but a close friend. Elrond put a hand on his companion's shoulder. "That is why I come to you with this message that was sent to me."
Glorfindel paused. Did he want to go back to that same place where he had been imprisoned all those years ago and face the same dangers he had faced?
Legolas's young (young in comparison with him) face surfaced in his mind. That made up Glorfindel's mind. He did not want the Prince to face what he had faced.
"I will go."
"You will not go alone,"Elrond added definitively.
Glorfindel turned his gaze to the window and looked out at the snow covered forest. "I would not want to, my friend...I would not want to unless it be absolutely necessary."
*~*~*~*
Whips flashed cruelly, the pain white hot and terrible.
Still, Glorfindel said nothing, even as his red blood contrasted greatly with his golden hair. No, he would not give them the satisfaction of knowing just how much pain they were causing him.
"Let this be a lesson to all Elves that pass into the Misty Mountains,"AranenTel'draug said, cruelty borne by the hardships of life showing harshly in his icy blue eyes.
Glorfindel could only shake his head....
*~*~*~*
Glorfindel snapped his attention back to the present. That was the past.....all he could do was try to prevent it from happening to another.
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I'm glad yall liked Piercing the Veil...so, here is the sequel!
This is kinda the sequel to "Piercing the Veil" by me, Lina Skye.....YOU DON'T HAVE TO READ 'piercing the veil' TO UNDERSTAND THIS! Aight? Aight...lol
SUMMARY: As Aragorn becomes older, new responsibilities and worries for the heir to Gondor's throne come to light. As he draws to the threshold of adulthood, he begins to wander Middle Earth as he follows the path of the Dunedain. When ill circumstances befall a friend, Legolas, will he, Glorfindel, Elladan, and Elrohir, be able to save the Prince?
I OWN Hrive (pronounced Ree-vae), AranenTel'draug, Arrna, and the other Tel'draug skin changers...okay ?
*runs frantically away from all Glorfindel and Legolas fans*
Beneath the Surface
Chapter 1
Legolas Greenleaf rode slowly through the forest upon his horse. On his way to the Elven realm of Imladris to spend some time with his friends, he was ready for the journey to be over.
The weather, which was cold and icy, did not help the Prince's anxiousness to finish the trip. It merely made him want to be within the confines of his friends' home even more.
A soft growl jerked Legolas from his thoughts.
Following the growl was a long, mournful howl. The wolf's call sent a shiver down Legolas's spine for reasons he could not identify.
Something was truly not right.
That was the last thought Legolas could form before a large mass of fur and teeth connected with his body, throwing from his horse.
The last thing Legolas saw was a dog-like shape, accompanied with a growling, angry voice, "You should never have entered our territory, Elf."
Then, everything went black.
****1 month later....****
* * * * * * * * *
Aragorn looked back out at the snow covered forest behind him.
The young Dunedain blew out a deep, contented sigh. At one time, he had been afraid he would never see such a sight again. That summer, he had lost his ability to see, but thankfully, his adoptive Elven father had been able to heal him.
When Aragorn had lost his sight, during that period of blindness in his life, he had been able to hone his other senses, such as hearing and smelling.
That came in handy as he wandered the lands of Middle Earth, following the path of the Dunedain.
As Aragorn walked up into his home, the Elven land of Imladris, a long, faraway howl reached his ears.
He paused, his hand going to his sword as he listened to the forlorn cry of the wolf in the distance. Something was different about that howl....it did not seem so feral as a wolf's call should be. It seemed almost.........sad.
Aragorn shook his head slightly in amusement at himself. No, there wasn't anything different about that howl.....the wolf was hungry.......
The heir of Isildur walked up the steps of his home, trying to convince himself of that thought.
* * * * * * * * *
Hoof beats fell softly in the snow that covered the forest around Rivendell. Still, though the beast and it's rider seemed calm, the rider was far from tranquil.
He carried an urgent message from Thranduil, the Elven King of Mirkwood.
The Elf spurred his steed to go faster, even as he felt exhaustion pressing down on him, and even as he heard the soon-to-be-labored breathing of his horse. He rode as if his life, or another's, depended on him reaching Elrond.
Which it did.
The rider rode swiftly up to the gates of Elrond's home.
"Speak your name, stranger,"a guard called.
The rider took a deep breath, managing to gasp out, "I carry an urgent message from my lord, King Thranduil for Lord Elrond!"
As soon as the rider had handed the message to the gate guard, he slumped forward from his horse, exhaustion overtaking him.
* * * * * * * * *
((I realize the following message from King Thranduil may be OoC, but that's too bad.....he is concerned for his son! He isn't gonna let foolish pride stop him from asking for help!))
Elrond Peredhel of Imladris looked at the message that had been relayed to him with great haste.
'.......I come to you with a message of the utmost urgency. My son, Prince Legolas Greenleaf of Mirkwood, disappeared on his way to your realm. He was due to arrive months ago. When I received word he hadn't arrived, I feared something ill had befallen him, which I believe has.
He was last seen in Hithaeglir ((the Misty Mountains))..................'
Elrond paused, the name of the mountains that bordered Rivendell being associated with the winter season ringing a bell in his mind, then read on.
'.......I would not call upon you unless I was in true need. Considering my inexperience with the Tel'Draug skin changers that dwell in the mountains bordering your realm during the icy chill of winter, I thought it best to ask for your aid.'
Elrond's jaw almost dropped. The King of Mirkwood, in all of his pride and might, had rarely ever inquired for help from the Noldor Elves. King Thranduil rarely, if any, asked for help.
'I am entrusting my son's fate in your hands, Elrond Peredhel. Please, do not fail.'
The Elven ruler stood, his knowledge and memories of the skin changers springing back to his mind at the mention of their name.
If his memory served correctly, he needed to get to Prince Legolas as soon as possible........before it would be too late.
* * * * * * * * *
Glorfindel looked over at his companion upon reading the message Elrond had received. "This is indeed grave news."
Elrond nodded, meeting his old friend's gaze. "This message would have been better addressed to you. I was not....."
"Imprisoned by them?"Glorfindel supplied, the hint of a laugh in his voice belying by the stony coldness of his eyes as he spoke the words.
"If you wish to put it in that context, yes, Glorfindel, I was not imprisoned by them as you were,"Elrond agreed.
Glorfindel hesitated a moment, thinking over the Prince of Mirkwood's predicament. "We need to reach him as soon as we possibly can. AranenTel'draug is not the most gentle host when it comes to holding Elves."
The note of barely hidden contempt towards the Tel'draug Skin Changer's leader in Glorfindel's tone would have been noticed by no one but a close friend. Elrond put a hand on his companion's shoulder. "That is why I come to you with this message that was sent to me."
Glorfindel paused. Did he want to go back to that same place where he had been imprisoned all those years ago and face the same dangers he had faced?
Legolas's young (young in comparison with him) face surfaced in his mind. That made up Glorfindel's mind. He did not want the Prince to face what he had faced.
"I will go."
"You will not go alone,"Elrond added definitively.
Glorfindel turned his gaze to the window and looked out at the snow covered forest. "I would not want to, my friend...I would not want to unless it be absolutely necessary."
*~*~*~*
Whips flashed cruelly, the pain white hot and terrible.
Still, Glorfindel said nothing, even as his red blood contrasted greatly with his golden hair. No, he would not give them the satisfaction of knowing just how much pain they were causing him.
"Let this be a lesson to all Elves that pass into the Misty Mountains,"AranenTel'draug said, cruelty borne by the hardships of life showing harshly in his icy blue eyes.
Glorfindel could only shake his head....
*~*~*~*
Glorfindel snapped his attention back to the present. That was the past.....all he could do was try to prevent it from happening to another.
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