Disclaimer: Haha, I wish I owned Legolas and Elrond and all those
famous characters that everyone knows...but I don't
Author's Notes: Argh! I had the biggest writer's block for the longest time! And to those of you who were wondering, this story mainly has to do with Morgause choosing whether she would stay with Legolas or keep her loyalty to Igraine. So yup, that's it for now, thanks for reviewing, guys!
Legolas and Morgause rode in silence, Legolas' a sad silence, and Morgause a confused one. Morgause had no idea where they were headed and, although she did not know it, neither Legolas.
Legolas was starting to get worried, how would they survive? If they had just run out on Elrond, the only place left to go was...Lothlorien. Legolas shivered, the place always held a sort of haunting peacefulness. Should they even go there? Would they admit Morgause? Legolas started to toss the thought back and forth in his mind.
"Where are we going?" asked Morgause, jolting Legolas back to the present.
"I don't know," he answered truthfully.
"So what exactly are we doing?" Morgause demanded. "Wandering around for the rest of our lives? Well, I might as well become an exile in this case." Their short conversation was cut off by a scent in the air.
"Wait, I smell something," Legolas said, abruptly.
"What are you, a dog now?" asked Morgause, irritably. But she stopped too after she caught the scent.
"The smell is alien to me," Legolas whispered. "What is it?" Morgause breathed in deeply. It smelled of pine and cold metal. She breathed in again. This time she caught a slight scent of the fresh, rain sort of smell, then a warm, woody smell, unmistakably of a bow.
"Assassins."
"More of them? How many?" Morgause closed her eyes and let the sounds of the forest, that suddenly felt deafening, roll off of her.
"Too many," she whispered. "We cannot fight them off, there is a whole squad of them." Legolas whispered something into the horses and jumped off his horse's back. Morgause followed suit, wondering what Legolas was up to. The horses trotted away amiable, confusing Morgause even more. She watched to see what Legolas would do. He grabbed onto a branch above his head and swung there for a minute, then he pulled himself up and started to climb the tree.
"Come on," he whispered. "Hurry." Climbing trees was much harder than it looked and it took all of Morgause's concentration not to go plummeting towards the ground. She grabbed a branch but it slipped out of her hand. Only by her endless years of training kept her up on the tree. The wind rustled the branches, making the task even harder.
Legolas scaled up the tree quickly, disappearing, then reappearing suddenly. Morgause felt her breath starting to come in short gasps as she tried to keep up with him. Finally, Legolas pulled her up next to him on a large branch and motioned for her to be quiet. After Morgause's breathing finally quieted down, two people came into view below them with a good sized squad staying in the bushes behind them. Morgause had been right, they were her fellow trainees at one point or another.
"They were here just a minute ago," one muttered gruffly to the other.
"I don't even see their horses. I just think we're wasting our time," another answered. "She's only one Dragon, most of us could be as good as her." You wish, thought Morgause.
Then, one of them looked up and seemed to stare right where she and Legolas were perched on the branch. Morgause silently drew her leg further in, trying to see if the trainee could see them.
"We should go." They seemed to stand there for what felt like hours to Legolas and Morgause. Finally, they walked away, melting into the forest background. Morgause breathed a sigh of relief.
"That was close," she whispered.
"Too close," Legolas agreed. He frowned but made up his mind.
"There is one place we can go," he said, finally.
"Anywhere," Morgause whispered.
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"Lothlorien, the home of Lady Galadriel," said Legolas, motioning before him.
"What brings you here, son of Thranduil?" asked an elf. He had approached them and by his dress, Morgause guessed that he was a guard of some sort.
"Haldir, I seek shelter here," said Legolas. Haldir started to nod but abruptly cut off the motion when he glanced at Morgause.
"Is she safe?" he asked.
"I believe her to be so but I know that it is for the Lady Galadriel to decide." Haldir nodded with understanding.
"She had said this is the way it would be. Come with me but she must be blindfolded, for safety's sake." Morgause started to scowl but Legolas gave her a warning look. Before she could stop anyone, there was a blindfold over her eyes and Legolas hooked his elbow through hers to guide her. Morgause cleared her mind and let it fill up with the sounds of the forest and at the same time, she checked her wrist blades to make sure they were in place. They were strategically placed so that they would easily slid into her hands. Morgause knew she would never be in danger, she was in touch with her other senses too well to be crippled by a blindfold.
"We are now at the domain of Lord Celeborn and Lady Galadriel." The blindfold slid from Morgause's eyes and she had to stifle a gasp. Before her stood the two most beautiful beings she had ever seen, even more than Igraine. They seemed to be made out of light and spun sugar, delicate and elegant.
"So this is the young lady who will change Prince Legolas of Mirkwood's life," said Galadriel. Her voice was deep in her throat, melodic, hypnotizing. She seemed to be laughing and serious at the same time, a lonely angel.
"And you wish to stay here why?" asked Celeborn. Though his own voice was also as beautiful as the Lady Galadriel's, it did not hold the same entrancing note and his voice broke the spell.
"It 'tis a long story," said Legolas, with a weary sigh.
"And we have time," he answered. He stepped forward together, Legolas and Celeborn walked off, heads bowed, murmuring quietly. Morgause watched them go with growing uneasiness. When she turned back, the Lady Galadriel was looking at her with her piercing, ice blue eyes.
"If you play your cards right, Young Dragon, then perhaps things will not be as catastrophic as I have seen them to be."
"So you know who I am?" she asked. For one of the first times in her life, Morgause felt fear. It was not all together unpleasant, though, it was similar to walking down an unknown path, wanting to turn back home but unwilling to leave what could be up ahead.
"I know many things and it is time I showed you something you should know." She held out a hand to Morgause and she took it. Morgause nearly jumped at the icy coldness of Galadriel's touch. Morgause suddenly realized where Galadriel was taking her. They kept on walking down a cold stone path, golden leaves shone brilliantly on the ground, mingling with blood red rose petals. Galadriel stopped.
They were standing before the infamous mirror of Galadriel.
Morgause shivered. She had heard stories about it. Men trying to kill themselves after they saw what lied before them, women killing their unborn child to save themselves from what they believed was true. Morgause had never known how something as innocent as a basin filled with water could be so horrifying but now she knew. It radiated with an energy, a cold energy stronger than anything she could have ever imagined.
Galadriel filled a silver pitcher of water. Morgause could suddenly feel what Galadriel was feeling. She could feel how the biting coldness of the metal that the pitcher was made out of absorb the warmth of Galadriel's hand; how the ground seemed to shift uncomfortable beneath her feet. Then, the uncanny feeling disappeared. Morgause shivered, how of cold or out of fear she was not sure.
"You know of what I am about to ask you to do," said Galadriel, in that hypnotizing voice of hers.
"You need not ask," whispered Morgause, her mouth dry. "For I will do what many have done before me." She stepped up to the basin of water. It rippled and looked like liquid silver. She could feel Galadriel's eyes on her but refused to look up.
The water started to ripple then an image appeared. It was of Legolas. He was smiling, riding away from her but looking over his shoulder. She felt herself nearly being sucked into the image, she could feel the wind through her air, the rhythmic galloping of the horse's hooves. Then the pleasantness jerked to a stop as Legolas pulled his horse over. He dismounted and seemed to be talking to someone that Morgause could not see. He drew his dagger and was about throw it when an arrow caught him in the chest. He dropped. Morgause almost leaned forward into the basin, trying to catch Legolas. Then, another figure entered the scene holding a bow. It was obvious that this was the person who had just shot Legolas. Morgause's breath caught in her throat as she saw who the person was. It was herself. Morgause watched herself turn around and
"Now do you see what I've feared?" asked Galadriel. She gazed at Morgause with her haunting eyes.
"He's not protecting me," she said, voice faltering slightly. "He cannot protect me. I'm dangerous to him." She looked up.
"You must leave him," Galadriel said. "Leave him, it will be the best thing for the both of you."
"But he will not understand..."
"It must be done. To spare his life."
"I don't understand. How could I do this?"
"It is only a possibility," started Galadriel.
"Then show me another one!" Morgause burst. Galadriel merely rose a fine, gold eyebrow.
"Morgause." There was a warning tone in her voice. "You know what you must do."
"But I just do not want to do it," she said. Galadriel raised her eyebrows again. Morgause sighed.
"You're right," she said. "I have to put aside my own comfort and keep him safe from me."
"Then your heart is not corrupt," said Galadriel, smiling. "You can fight this, Morgause. You were not meant to be entirely Dragon."
"Then what am I?" Morgause whispered.
"I do not know yet but I am very eager to find out."
"If you do find out who I am, please tell me," said Morgause. Galadriel smiled gently.
"Everything you wish to know you will all in good time."
*Augh, this is all I can think of right now so...I hope it hasn't been a letdown or anything. Homework has been just deadly :) So I'll try to add chapters as soon as can! Thanks for reading!
Author's Notes: Argh! I had the biggest writer's block for the longest time! And to those of you who were wondering, this story mainly has to do with Morgause choosing whether she would stay with Legolas or keep her loyalty to Igraine. So yup, that's it for now, thanks for reviewing, guys!
Legolas and Morgause rode in silence, Legolas' a sad silence, and Morgause a confused one. Morgause had no idea where they were headed and, although she did not know it, neither Legolas.
Legolas was starting to get worried, how would they survive? If they had just run out on Elrond, the only place left to go was...Lothlorien. Legolas shivered, the place always held a sort of haunting peacefulness. Should they even go there? Would they admit Morgause? Legolas started to toss the thought back and forth in his mind.
"Where are we going?" asked Morgause, jolting Legolas back to the present.
"I don't know," he answered truthfully.
"So what exactly are we doing?" Morgause demanded. "Wandering around for the rest of our lives? Well, I might as well become an exile in this case." Their short conversation was cut off by a scent in the air.
"Wait, I smell something," Legolas said, abruptly.
"What are you, a dog now?" asked Morgause, irritably. But she stopped too after she caught the scent.
"The smell is alien to me," Legolas whispered. "What is it?" Morgause breathed in deeply. It smelled of pine and cold metal. She breathed in again. This time she caught a slight scent of the fresh, rain sort of smell, then a warm, woody smell, unmistakably of a bow.
"Assassins."
"More of them? How many?" Morgause closed her eyes and let the sounds of the forest, that suddenly felt deafening, roll off of her.
"Too many," she whispered. "We cannot fight them off, there is a whole squad of them." Legolas whispered something into the horses and jumped off his horse's back. Morgause followed suit, wondering what Legolas was up to. The horses trotted away amiable, confusing Morgause even more. She watched to see what Legolas would do. He grabbed onto a branch above his head and swung there for a minute, then he pulled himself up and started to climb the tree.
"Come on," he whispered. "Hurry." Climbing trees was much harder than it looked and it took all of Morgause's concentration not to go plummeting towards the ground. She grabbed a branch but it slipped out of her hand. Only by her endless years of training kept her up on the tree. The wind rustled the branches, making the task even harder.
Legolas scaled up the tree quickly, disappearing, then reappearing suddenly. Morgause felt her breath starting to come in short gasps as she tried to keep up with him. Finally, Legolas pulled her up next to him on a large branch and motioned for her to be quiet. After Morgause's breathing finally quieted down, two people came into view below them with a good sized squad staying in the bushes behind them. Morgause had been right, they were her fellow trainees at one point or another.
"They were here just a minute ago," one muttered gruffly to the other.
"I don't even see their horses. I just think we're wasting our time," another answered. "She's only one Dragon, most of us could be as good as her." You wish, thought Morgause.
Then, one of them looked up and seemed to stare right where she and Legolas were perched on the branch. Morgause silently drew her leg further in, trying to see if the trainee could see them.
"We should go." They seemed to stand there for what felt like hours to Legolas and Morgause. Finally, they walked away, melting into the forest background. Morgause breathed a sigh of relief.
"That was close," she whispered.
"Too close," Legolas agreed. He frowned but made up his mind.
"There is one place we can go," he said, finally.
"Anywhere," Morgause whispered.
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"Lothlorien, the home of Lady Galadriel," said Legolas, motioning before him.
"What brings you here, son of Thranduil?" asked an elf. He had approached them and by his dress, Morgause guessed that he was a guard of some sort.
"Haldir, I seek shelter here," said Legolas. Haldir started to nod but abruptly cut off the motion when he glanced at Morgause.
"Is she safe?" he asked.
"I believe her to be so but I know that it is for the Lady Galadriel to decide." Haldir nodded with understanding.
"She had said this is the way it would be. Come with me but she must be blindfolded, for safety's sake." Morgause started to scowl but Legolas gave her a warning look. Before she could stop anyone, there was a blindfold over her eyes and Legolas hooked his elbow through hers to guide her. Morgause cleared her mind and let it fill up with the sounds of the forest and at the same time, she checked her wrist blades to make sure they were in place. They were strategically placed so that they would easily slid into her hands. Morgause knew she would never be in danger, she was in touch with her other senses too well to be crippled by a blindfold.
"We are now at the domain of Lord Celeborn and Lady Galadriel." The blindfold slid from Morgause's eyes and she had to stifle a gasp. Before her stood the two most beautiful beings she had ever seen, even more than Igraine. They seemed to be made out of light and spun sugar, delicate and elegant.
"So this is the young lady who will change Prince Legolas of Mirkwood's life," said Galadriel. Her voice was deep in her throat, melodic, hypnotizing. She seemed to be laughing and serious at the same time, a lonely angel.
"And you wish to stay here why?" asked Celeborn. Though his own voice was also as beautiful as the Lady Galadriel's, it did not hold the same entrancing note and his voice broke the spell.
"It 'tis a long story," said Legolas, with a weary sigh.
"And we have time," he answered. He stepped forward together, Legolas and Celeborn walked off, heads bowed, murmuring quietly. Morgause watched them go with growing uneasiness. When she turned back, the Lady Galadriel was looking at her with her piercing, ice blue eyes.
"If you play your cards right, Young Dragon, then perhaps things will not be as catastrophic as I have seen them to be."
"So you know who I am?" she asked. For one of the first times in her life, Morgause felt fear. It was not all together unpleasant, though, it was similar to walking down an unknown path, wanting to turn back home but unwilling to leave what could be up ahead.
"I know many things and it is time I showed you something you should know." She held out a hand to Morgause and she took it. Morgause nearly jumped at the icy coldness of Galadriel's touch. Morgause suddenly realized where Galadriel was taking her. They kept on walking down a cold stone path, golden leaves shone brilliantly on the ground, mingling with blood red rose petals. Galadriel stopped.
They were standing before the infamous mirror of Galadriel.
Morgause shivered. She had heard stories about it. Men trying to kill themselves after they saw what lied before them, women killing their unborn child to save themselves from what they believed was true. Morgause had never known how something as innocent as a basin filled with water could be so horrifying but now she knew. It radiated with an energy, a cold energy stronger than anything she could have ever imagined.
Galadriel filled a silver pitcher of water. Morgause could suddenly feel what Galadriel was feeling. She could feel how the biting coldness of the metal that the pitcher was made out of absorb the warmth of Galadriel's hand; how the ground seemed to shift uncomfortable beneath her feet. Then, the uncanny feeling disappeared. Morgause shivered, how of cold or out of fear she was not sure.
"You know of what I am about to ask you to do," said Galadriel, in that hypnotizing voice of hers.
"You need not ask," whispered Morgause, her mouth dry. "For I will do what many have done before me." She stepped up to the basin of water. It rippled and looked like liquid silver. She could feel Galadriel's eyes on her but refused to look up.
The water started to ripple then an image appeared. It was of Legolas. He was smiling, riding away from her but looking over his shoulder. She felt herself nearly being sucked into the image, she could feel the wind through her air, the rhythmic galloping of the horse's hooves. Then the pleasantness jerked to a stop as Legolas pulled his horse over. He dismounted and seemed to be talking to someone that Morgause could not see. He drew his dagger and was about throw it when an arrow caught him in the chest. He dropped. Morgause almost leaned forward into the basin, trying to catch Legolas. Then, another figure entered the scene holding a bow. It was obvious that this was the person who had just shot Legolas. Morgause's breath caught in her throat as she saw who the person was. It was herself. Morgause watched herself turn around and
"Now do you see what I've feared?" asked Galadriel. She gazed at Morgause with her haunting eyes.
"He's not protecting me," she said, voice faltering slightly. "He cannot protect me. I'm dangerous to him." She looked up.
"You must leave him," Galadriel said. "Leave him, it will be the best thing for the both of you."
"But he will not understand..."
"It must be done. To spare his life."
"I don't understand. How could I do this?"
"It is only a possibility," started Galadriel.
"Then show me another one!" Morgause burst. Galadriel merely rose a fine, gold eyebrow.
"Morgause." There was a warning tone in her voice. "You know what you must do."
"But I just do not want to do it," she said. Galadriel raised her eyebrows again. Morgause sighed.
"You're right," she said. "I have to put aside my own comfort and keep him safe from me."
"Then your heart is not corrupt," said Galadriel, smiling. "You can fight this, Morgause. You were not meant to be entirely Dragon."
"Then what am I?" Morgause whispered.
"I do not know yet but I am very eager to find out."
"If you do find out who I am, please tell me," said Morgause. Galadriel smiled gently.
"Everything you wish to know you will all in good time."
*Augh, this is all I can think of right now so...I hope it hasn't been a letdown or anything. Homework has been just deadly :) So I'll try to add chapters as soon as can! Thanks for reading!