Chapter Three
Dangerous Travels
All Legolas had to do was to travel west until he reached the Anduin River. There was a bridge there on which he and Myian could cross. Then they would arrive at Lorien. It took them one day to reach the river undisturbed. When they crossed they bridge Legolas stopped in his tracks. Myian saw what he had done, and so she mimicked the same position.
Legolas slowly pulled am arrow from his quiver and placed it into the string of his bow. He quickly yanked back the string and sent the arrow flying into the air, flying through the skull of an Orc. The Orc fell out of the tree, bloody and with broken tissue and brain oozing from the back of its bald head.
Then many Orcs appeared out of no where. Legolas jumped onto a branch of a tree, shooting many arrows consecutively at the Orcs. Myian drew the two knives from her belt, and began attacking the surrounding Orcs. She flew into the air and did a little circle on the way down, decapitating an Orc and stabbed another in its green, vein covered, thick-skinned throat. She yanked the penetrating dagger from it and began attacking even more.
When only a couple of orcs remained, they retreated in fear of their lives. Myian washed the blood dripping from her daggers and placed them back into the sheaths were they waited to be of use again.
Legolas gave her a look, which represented the sentence, "Are you okay?" She nodded and walked up to him. They continued to walk towards the forest until they reached it. She hesitated from hearing many things about this forest. It all dawned on her at once and she felt faint in the head. She had heard that the Elves in this forest excepted no half-elves, and they would kill all who forbade this rule. This of course made her edgy and nervous, thinking on how they would kill her. But she continued on.
When they reached the watery terrain of the Lorien Forest, they soon were greeted by the inhabiting Elves. Most of them were concerned on how Myian was dressed. An elf motioned for them, and they followed. He lead them to a recreational area, something like a waiting room. He told them that Lady Galadriel would meet them soon. She was expecting them.
Legolas sat on the roots of an elderly tree lost in his thoughts. Myian stared at Legolas, looking into the deep ocean that made up his eyes. His golden hair pushed behind his ears. Two locks of braided hair stood out on each side of his head, making his silken hair more beautiful than anything she had ever seen before. His face was always the same creamy color, showing how his face was to remain emotionless, lacking of happiness. His arms crossed at his chest and, with his legs crossed in front of him. He looked as if he was meditating. His beauty reflected into her eyes. He shone with starlight, one of the things that Myian never inherited from her elven side of her heritage. She continuously repeated in her mind how gorgeous he was, but how sad and depressed he looked, causing her to feel the same.
Legolas then broke out of his trance and gave her a look. He had often seen the maids give this look to him, as if they were put under a spell that would last all eternity. He gave her a forced smile and quickly released it. She disconnected her staring.
An elf came and requested that they follow him to the Chamber of Lady Galadriel. They walked through the windy passages in the palace, but they soon reached a chamber door lined in gold and they knew that it was hers . The servant opened the door and it revealed Lady Galadriels pale figure. She stood at a pillar with a basin on top of it. She held a pitcher in her hand, and slowly filled it with the water that poured itself from the wall and into a puddle.
"Step forward with courage Elven Prince and see if you see what you seek," she said with a dreary voice of ancientness. Legolas stepped forward and peered into the surface of the magical basin. In it he saw only has reflection. Until half a minute came along and the water slowly transfigured into words. They read like an ancient book, but it seemed that only he could hear it.
"Fire, Water, and Wind you seek, will only come to you if you find the three that have gained the power that you have gained. Each of them will pass your way and help defeat and anguish the evil that attempts overthrow the Middle-Earth. One of the Dragon Spawn, another of Nymph, and lastly, one of MerFolken. If you are to find all four, you will be able to gain the light to destroy all that opposes the life of this World."
Legolas' reflection appeared again, and he knew what he must do. He must seek for the three species that could help stop this evil. He nodded his head and bowed to Lady Galadriel and began to leave.
"Would the young Lady like to give a try?" She said in elven tongue. Myian walked to the basin of water and looked into it. She saw what she never wanted to see again, her first kill. She screamed and plunged her hand into the water.
"NO!" Screamed Galadriel, as she saw what was happening. Myian seemed to be electrocuted at the touch of the water, and she fell on the paved floor... lifeless...
Dangerous Travels
All Legolas had to do was to travel west until he reached the Anduin River. There was a bridge there on which he and Myian could cross. Then they would arrive at Lorien. It took them one day to reach the river undisturbed. When they crossed they bridge Legolas stopped in his tracks. Myian saw what he had done, and so she mimicked the same position.
Legolas slowly pulled am arrow from his quiver and placed it into the string of his bow. He quickly yanked back the string and sent the arrow flying into the air, flying through the skull of an Orc. The Orc fell out of the tree, bloody and with broken tissue and brain oozing from the back of its bald head.
Then many Orcs appeared out of no where. Legolas jumped onto a branch of a tree, shooting many arrows consecutively at the Orcs. Myian drew the two knives from her belt, and began attacking the surrounding Orcs. She flew into the air and did a little circle on the way down, decapitating an Orc and stabbed another in its green, vein covered, thick-skinned throat. She yanked the penetrating dagger from it and began attacking even more.
When only a couple of orcs remained, they retreated in fear of their lives. Myian washed the blood dripping from her daggers and placed them back into the sheaths were they waited to be of use again.
Legolas gave her a look, which represented the sentence, "Are you okay?" She nodded and walked up to him. They continued to walk towards the forest until they reached it. She hesitated from hearing many things about this forest. It all dawned on her at once and she felt faint in the head. She had heard that the Elves in this forest excepted no half-elves, and they would kill all who forbade this rule. This of course made her edgy and nervous, thinking on how they would kill her. But she continued on.
When they reached the watery terrain of the Lorien Forest, they soon were greeted by the inhabiting Elves. Most of them were concerned on how Myian was dressed. An elf motioned for them, and they followed. He lead them to a recreational area, something like a waiting room. He told them that Lady Galadriel would meet them soon. She was expecting them.
Legolas sat on the roots of an elderly tree lost in his thoughts. Myian stared at Legolas, looking into the deep ocean that made up his eyes. His golden hair pushed behind his ears. Two locks of braided hair stood out on each side of his head, making his silken hair more beautiful than anything she had ever seen before. His face was always the same creamy color, showing how his face was to remain emotionless, lacking of happiness. His arms crossed at his chest and, with his legs crossed in front of him. He looked as if he was meditating. His beauty reflected into her eyes. He shone with starlight, one of the things that Myian never inherited from her elven side of her heritage. She continuously repeated in her mind how gorgeous he was, but how sad and depressed he looked, causing her to feel the same.
Legolas then broke out of his trance and gave her a look. He had often seen the maids give this look to him, as if they were put under a spell that would last all eternity. He gave her a forced smile and quickly released it. She disconnected her staring.
An elf came and requested that they follow him to the Chamber of Lady Galadriel. They walked through the windy passages in the palace, but they soon reached a chamber door lined in gold and they knew that it was hers . The servant opened the door and it revealed Lady Galadriels pale figure. She stood at a pillar with a basin on top of it. She held a pitcher in her hand, and slowly filled it with the water that poured itself from the wall and into a puddle.
"Step forward with courage Elven Prince and see if you see what you seek," she said with a dreary voice of ancientness. Legolas stepped forward and peered into the surface of the magical basin. In it he saw only has reflection. Until half a minute came along and the water slowly transfigured into words. They read like an ancient book, but it seemed that only he could hear it.
"Fire, Water, and Wind you seek, will only come to you if you find the three that have gained the power that you have gained. Each of them will pass your way and help defeat and anguish the evil that attempts overthrow the Middle-Earth. One of the Dragon Spawn, another of Nymph, and lastly, one of MerFolken. If you are to find all four, you will be able to gain the light to destroy all that opposes the life of this World."
Legolas' reflection appeared again, and he knew what he must do. He must seek for the three species that could help stop this evil. He nodded his head and bowed to Lady Galadriel and began to leave.
"Would the young Lady like to give a try?" She said in elven tongue. Myian walked to the basin of water and looked into it. She saw what she never wanted to see again, her first kill. She screamed and plunged her hand into the water.
"NO!" Screamed Galadriel, as she saw what was happening. Myian seemed to be electrocuted at the touch of the water, and she fell on the paved floor... lifeless...