Chapter 2
Destiny
On the third year of his loneliness, he had meditated and dreamed. He dreamed of an evil that was to spread over Middle Earth, and was to take away the element of life. It was too first, calm the winds until they ceased to exist, and after that, drain the pureness of water that dwelled the world since the beginning. It would then, as final touches, drain the gift of fire and nature, making Middle Earth a cold rotting ball of nothingness.
He awoke with beads of sweat on his forehead and an aching fear inside his body. He ran to his father, waking him with difficulty in his bed that was made of purple linen. His father woke and was startled.
"Father!" he screamed in a high screeched voice. He explained to him all the happenings of his dream, and also weeped his sorrowful tears that had built up in his body for three years.
He wasn't weeping for his dream, but it seamed that all the tears that had never made it burst out of his eyes like a tidal wave finally reaching the shores of a lonely beach.
His father reached out and cupped his tear-streaked cheeks. He had finally believed that his son had been driven to madness. He stared at his son with empty eyes, and then rose from his bed and walked with his son to the Royal Garden.
Roses of white and red interleaved and laced together grew in the gardens on were neatly cut so they didn't reach the sidewalk. He sat on a stone chiseled bench with his son, and he looked into the blue eyes, which he had received from his Mother. They were emotionless, excusing the tears, and they made the King have a unbearable urge to weep alongside him.
But the King secluded this and spoke to his son.
"Look me in the eyes and tell me that you are speaking in the name of truth," he said with a cracking voice.
Legolas stared at him disbelieving that his Father would even consider him lying. "Yes, Father. It was all dreamed inside my head. It has been a long time since I have dreamed before, so I am sure that this is a prophecy!"
The King gave in to this and agreed to discuss it further.
The King and Legolas reasoned and discussed the dream and tried to come up with a solution. They turned to the Great Library of Mirkwood for the answer. They asked the Scholars there about this and they knew nothing but some simple facts. They all revolved around the Elements and the species that represented them all. Fire was to Dragon Spawn, humans that have the gift to Fire Magic and the power to tame Dragons with a single notation. Water was to the Merfolk, which could walk and breath on land as well as water. They could also call forth the powers of the water ot help, guide, and nurture them. Nymphs represented wind, women who could summon beasts of the wind and who could fly across the skies. And the Earth was ironically represented by Elves. The race that was similar to Humans, but could bear no disease or infection, and were light on the foot as to where they could walk atop snow.
But out of all this information, only one similarity had they in common, immortality. The only solution that the King of Mirkwood could give him, was to travel to the Woodland Kingdom Lorien and request to Lady Galadriel, who had returned from her trip to the West, if he could peer into her Magical Basin. The Basin, when filled with river-water, would show places and distant times. Maybe it would be able to tell him what his dream meant.
He packed his required belongings, his best Bow and a Quiver full of wooden arrows with fine, sharp points. He bid his farewells and walked out of his palace without looking back. He reached the gate of vines that was the exit and entrance of his home. He reassured himself that he would one day come back to this place, he would not let himself be killed.
As he walked into the thicker area of the forest he was bumped into, causing him to fall to the ground.
"Watch it Wench!" Legolas screamed, but then looked up and saw whom he was speaking to. It was Myian. She was half elf, but one could not tell. She was fair of face, 1500 years old, and had curly blonde hair. Her green eyes seemed glistening and cheerful all the time. She was never seen unhappy or meaningless like most elves felt those were her age. This was the only feature that could hint her half-elf heritage. She wore a tunic-like clothing but with a more skirtish look, to make it more feminine. And worst of all for Legolas, she always likes to pry into peoples business.
"Who are you calling a wench, you depressed maggot!?" She screamed at him. Most people would fall on their knees and beg for forgiveness, but she never seemed to want to drop to that level, she instead treated him like a commoner.
Than following a long pause, she began to pry, "Where are you going? Is it dangerous? Can I Go? PLEASE!" She said with improbable speed. He first told her of his journey but told her no she couldn't go.
"WHAT!?" She screamed. "You could count me going as a apology for calling me a wench! PLEASE!" He knew that he was going to be away for a week, at tops, and knew that she would NEVER shut her abundance of pleads and cries to go along with him on his short journey for answers.
He truly would rather go alone since he knew she was a annoyance, but he agreed. She of course would help in any surpassing battles, because she had mastered a thieving weapon use of daggers. She had ran away from the Mirkwood world and returned a skilled fighter of knives. She carried many knives with her, in her boots, two on her belt, and a small one in her cleavage.
She ran home packing only what she needed. Legolas tried to sneak off without her, but she caught up. She was surpassingly quiet for about ten minutes, humming a song to herself.
He showed annoyance outside, but on the inside he was happy to have the company. On the way out of the forest, he saw many other elves that looked at the two traveling together and smirked or laughed. He of course knew that they were thinking that the Elf Prince and the half-elf were courting, but he of course knew that a half elf would only bring disgrace to his royal family, and he didn't feel anything new being around her to begin with.
Destiny
On the third year of his loneliness, he had meditated and dreamed. He dreamed of an evil that was to spread over Middle Earth, and was to take away the element of life. It was too first, calm the winds until they ceased to exist, and after that, drain the pureness of water that dwelled the world since the beginning. It would then, as final touches, drain the gift of fire and nature, making Middle Earth a cold rotting ball of nothingness.
He awoke with beads of sweat on his forehead and an aching fear inside his body. He ran to his father, waking him with difficulty in his bed that was made of purple linen. His father woke and was startled.
"Father!" he screamed in a high screeched voice. He explained to him all the happenings of his dream, and also weeped his sorrowful tears that had built up in his body for three years.
He wasn't weeping for his dream, but it seamed that all the tears that had never made it burst out of his eyes like a tidal wave finally reaching the shores of a lonely beach.
His father reached out and cupped his tear-streaked cheeks. He had finally believed that his son had been driven to madness. He stared at his son with empty eyes, and then rose from his bed and walked with his son to the Royal Garden.
Roses of white and red interleaved and laced together grew in the gardens on were neatly cut so they didn't reach the sidewalk. He sat on a stone chiseled bench with his son, and he looked into the blue eyes, which he had received from his Mother. They were emotionless, excusing the tears, and they made the King have a unbearable urge to weep alongside him.
But the King secluded this and spoke to his son.
"Look me in the eyes and tell me that you are speaking in the name of truth," he said with a cracking voice.
Legolas stared at him disbelieving that his Father would even consider him lying. "Yes, Father. It was all dreamed inside my head. It has been a long time since I have dreamed before, so I am sure that this is a prophecy!"
The King gave in to this and agreed to discuss it further.
The King and Legolas reasoned and discussed the dream and tried to come up with a solution. They turned to the Great Library of Mirkwood for the answer. They asked the Scholars there about this and they knew nothing but some simple facts. They all revolved around the Elements and the species that represented them all. Fire was to Dragon Spawn, humans that have the gift to Fire Magic and the power to tame Dragons with a single notation. Water was to the Merfolk, which could walk and breath on land as well as water. They could also call forth the powers of the water ot help, guide, and nurture them. Nymphs represented wind, women who could summon beasts of the wind and who could fly across the skies. And the Earth was ironically represented by Elves. The race that was similar to Humans, but could bear no disease or infection, and were light on the foot as to where they could walk atop snow.
But out of all this information, only one similarity had they in common, immortality. The only solution that the King of Mirkwood could give him, was to travel to the Woodland Kingdom Lorien and request to Lady Galadriel, who had returned from her trip to the West, if he could peer into her Magical Basin. The Basin, when filled with river-water, would show places and distant times. Maybe it would be able to tell him what his dream meant.
He packed his required belongings, his best Bow and a Quiver full of wooden arrows with fine, sharp points. He bid his farewells and walked out of his palace without looking back. He reached the gate of vines that was the exit and entrance of his home. He reassured himself that he would one day come back to this place, he would not let himself be killed.
As he walked into the thicker area of the forest he was bumped into, causing him to fall to the ground.
"Watch it Wench!" Legolas screamed, but then looked up and saw whom he was speaking to. It was Myian. She was half elf, but one could not tell. She was fair of face, 1500 years old, and had curly blonde hair. Her green eyes seemed glistening and cheerful all the time. She was never seen unhappy or meaningless like most elves felt those were her age. This was the only feature that could hint her half-elf heritage. She wore a tunic-like clothing but with a more skirtish look, to make it more feminine. And worst of all for Legolas, she always likes to pry into peoples business.
"Who are you calling a wench, you depressed maggot!?" She screamed at him. Most people would fall on their knees and beg for forgiveness, but she never seemed to want to drop to that level, she instead treated him like a commoner.
Than following a long pause, she began to pry, "Where are you going? Is it dangerous? Can I Go? PLEASE!" She said with improbable speed. He first told her of his journey but told her no she couldn't go.
"WHAT!?" She screamed. "You could count me going as a apology for calling me a wench! PLEASE!" He knew that he was going to be away for a week, at tops, and knew that she would NEVER shut her abundance of pleads and cries to go along with him on his short journey for answers.
He truly would rather go alone since he knew she was a annoyance, but he agreed. She of course would help in any surpassing battles, because she had mastered a thieving weapon use of daggers. She had ran away from the Mirkwood world and returned a skilled fighter of knives. She carried many knives with her, in her boots, two on her belt, and a small one in her cleavage.
She ran home packing only what she needed. Legolas tried to sneak off without her, but she caught up. She was surpassingly quiet for about ten minutes, humming a song to herself.
He showed annoyance outside, but on the inside he was happy to have the company. On the way out of the forest, he saw many other elves that looked at the two traveling together and smirked or laughed. He of course knew that they were thinking that the Elf Prince and the half-elf were courting, but he of course knew that a half elf would only bring disgrace to his royal family, and he didn't feel anything new being around her to begin with.