Disclaimer: I did not write Lord of the Rings (as everyone knows) and claim
no ownership to any of the characters or anything else J.R.R. Tolkien wrote
about, so, enjoy
A/N- This is my first fic, so can you guys tell me what you think of it?? And, it will be a Legolas fic, but its going to take a while for me to be able to work him into the story, so be patient!!!
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The sun dawned over the tall pines as Mia Galadhremmin gazed longingly towards the tall mountains in which Rivendell was sheltered. Mia, being only 500 years old, was relatively young for an elf, but the years seemed to weigh more heavily on her, for she had responsibilities and elf of 2000 would not yet be burdened with. She longed to be out exploring, traveling the wilderness surrounding her home, or even hunting the occasional yrch or cave troll found in the forests.
A voice, weak and lifeless, drifted over to her, calling her back from her day-dreams, and into the reality of her life, her responsibility of caring for her five siblings, all younger, while her mother lay on her death bed, dying of a broken heart. "Mia. Take Fimbrethil to the field yonder where he may practice his archery. He needs to greatly improve on his skill if he wishes to journey to Rivendell, in hopes of a position as a guard.
Mia sighed as she unfolded her lithe body, and rose, her dark raven colored hair trailing down her body. She was unlike all other elves she had met, both in appearance, and attitude. Her mothers hair was a beautiful golden blonde, as was the hair of all in her family excepting her, and their eyes were a bright blue, shining with warmth and friendship, so unlike her own icy green eyes, which showed in them incredible courage, and pride. Her gaze was so startling, that all who looked in her eyes would back down, and not maintain eye contact as they would with other members of her family.
'Why is it that Fimbrethil is allowed to train and journey to Rivendale, while I, who is by far the better archer, and can hit a target from 50 meters, is not even allowed to hold a bow?' Mia thought to herself as she stalked out of the open door, snatching her brother's bow and a quiver of arrows off the rack, calling angrily for her brother.
'Hmm..he's improved.' She thought idly, watching as her brother hit the bull's-eye for the second time in ten minutes. She longed to grab her brothers bow, and show how to aim correctly, but that would surely tell her mother that she had disobeyed her, and vanished into the secret depths of the forest to practice archery. She could feel the strength of the gaze her mother had turned onto them, through the solitary window in the cottage, the one that just happened to be located in her mother's room, facing the field.
"Mia. A man just walked through our gate." Fimbrethil warned her urgently. He spoke quietly, but she could hear the fear and mistrust in his voice at the sighting of a man. Mia herself had only seen men twice, from a distance both times, and she too was startled at seeing the strangers presence in her yard. Being outright, and not at all timid, Mia walked to the stranger and bowed, feeling, for some strange reason, that that was the correct thing to do.
"Good day stranger, I am Mia Galadhremmin, and this here is my younger brother Fimbrethil. May I enquire as to what your business is in this part of the woods? For it is far from any villages or towns."
"Milady," the foreigner began, his voice carrying a far away accent, "I am Brithandil, and I have coming seeking you, for I am a Man of Destiny, and it is high time for you to learn yours, for you have an important part to play in the next century!"
Mia gazed in astonishment at the man, blocking his path to the house, wary incase of a trick. After studying his face for a moment of two, and seeing only good intentions written there, Mia turned aside and gestured for Brithandil to follow her. She walked swiftly down the path, heading for her mothers bedroom, and was somewhat surprised to see Brithandil keeping up to her swift pace. She was even more surprised when he appeared to recognize her mother, bowing before the shape hidden under many layers of covers.
"Milady Vanima."
"Welcome Brithandil. It has been a long time since you last came this way, forty years at least." Her mother sounded alert, more alive, in Mia's ears, then she had been for centuries. She gazed between them, not knowing what to make of the friendship between her mother and the man who had just arrived, speaking of destiny. "What brings you here? For you have a troubled look upon your face." Mia's mother queried.
"Your daughter Mia was born five-hundred years upon this day with a destiny. Now the time has come when she B MUST /B follow the path it leads her on."
Mia was startled, for she had forgotten it was her birthday, and was surprised that Brithandil should know of it, when she herself had forgotten. She longed to ask him many of the questions adrift in her mind, but she caught a slight glimpse of the glare her mother had directed towards her, and held her peace.
"Mia, you are destined to do great things in a time when evil corrupts the hearts of all, and the world is in peril of falling under the control of the evil lord Sauron. On the eve of the morrow, a hobbit will be born to Primula Brandybuck and Drogo Baggins, and he will be called Frodo. Frodo Baggins. It is his destiny to end the reign of Sauron, and, thus he must be protected at all costs to you. This is your destiny. You must protect the hobbit, risking everything you have to save him, for if you fail, so will he, and Sauron will grow stronger. If this happens, it will no longer be in our power to defeat him, an we shall all die."
"What must I do?" Mia heard the words slip out of her mouth, and was astonished. How could she accept this without questioning it? Her head asked, but Mia knew in her heart that she must listen to Brithandil. She would risk her life for the hobbit on whom the world depended, she would protect him or die trying.
"Travel fast, pack as little as you need and hurry to the shire. Be wary, evil has started to lurk in places of darkness, and orcs have started to show up in the oddest of places. They are being awoken by the presence of Sauron's will, and will only become more frequent as time passes. When you reach the shire, you should have little or no problems slipping in, for it is not guarded as few creatures know of hobbits, and if they do, have not interest in them. Hobbits are trustworthy people, but they have a tendency to gossip. Do NOT let them see you, or you will be the subject of gossip for years, which we do not want to happen. Now, of course it would be impossible to guard Frodo without knowing him, so, when you arrive visit Primula and Drogo's burrow. They are solitary, unlike most hobbits, and will take you in, without gossiping amongst their neighbors. It is there you will remain for almost 50 years. It is at this point when Frodo will set out with a company on a dangerous quest. Follow carefully and closely, keep hidden, do not let any of them see you, but you must keep them safe. Remember, always place your trust in your heart, your head will deceive you, but your heart will always know what to do. When you are in doubt, ignore your head, and follow your heart instead, down whatever path it may lead you. Now be off, for you have a long way to travel, and if you delay, you are unlikely to ever set of again." And with these last words, Brithandil turned and walked out of their cottage, setting off down the road with a determined step.
Mia shared a tearful farewell with her mother, entrusting her well being to Fimbrethil, knowing that it might be the last time she saw her mother again. Then hurriedly stuffing a small pack full of clothing (breeches borrowed from her brothers mainly) food, and drink she set off, knowing that Brithandil's words were true, if she did not leave then, her heart would not let her leave at all. She grabbed the beautifully carved bow she had made herself in secret, and a quiver of arrows from their hiding place in her bedroom, and set off into the wilderness, her hair flowing out behind her like a cape.
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Review!!! Review!!! Please! Should I go hide under a rock and stop writing? Or should I finish this? I need your opinion!!!
A/N- This is my first fic, so can you guys tell me what you think of it?? And, it will be a Legolas fic, but its going to take a while for me to be able to work him into the story, so be patient!!!
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The sun dawned over the tall pines as Mia Galadhremmin gazed longingly towards the tall mountains in which Rivendell was sheltered. Mia, being only 500 years old, was relatively young for an elf, but the years seemed to weigh more heavily on her, for she had responsibilities and elf of 2000 would not yet be burdened with. She longed to be out exploring, traveling the wilderness surrounding her home, or even hunting the occasional yrch or cave troll found in the forests.
A voice, weak and lifeless, drifted over to her, calling her back from her day-dreams, and into the reality of her life, her responsibility of caring for her five siblings, all younger, while her mother lay on her death bed, dying of a broken heart. "Mia. Take Fimbrethil to the field yonder where he may practice his archery. He needs to greatly improve on his skill if he wishes to journey to Rivendell, in hopes of a position as a guard.
Mia sighed as she unfolded her lithe body, and rose, her dark raven colored hair trailing down her body. She was unlike all other elves she had met, both in appearance, and attitude. Her mothers hair was a beautiful golden blonde, as was the hair of all in her family excepting her, and their eyes were a bright blue, shining with warmth and friendship, so unlike her own icy green eyes, which showed in them incredible courage, and pride. Her gaze was so startling, that all who looked in her eyes would back down, and not maintain eye contact as they would with other members of her family.
'Why is it that Fimbrethil is allowed to train and journey to Rivendale, while I, who is by far the better archer, and can hit a target from 50 meters, is not even allowed to hold a bow?' Mia thought to herself as she stalked out of the open door, snatching her brother's bow and a quiver of arrows off the rack, calling angrily for her brother.
'Hmm..he's improved.' She thought idly, watching as her brother hit the bull's-eye for the second time in ten minutes. She longed to grab her brothers bow, and show how to aim correctly, but that would surely tell her mother that she had disobeyed her, and vanished into the secret depths of the forest to practice archery. She could feel the strength of the gaze her mother had turned onto them, through the solitary window in the cottage, the one that just happened to be located in her mother's room, facing the field.
"Mia. A man just walked through our gate." Fimbrethil warned her urgently. He spoke quietly, but she could hear the fear and mistrust in his voice at the sighting of a man. Mia herself had only seen men twice, from a distance both times, and she too was startled at seeing the strangers presence in her yard. Being outright, and not at all timid, Mia walked to the stranger and bowed, feeling, for some strange reason, that that was the correct thing to do.
"Good day stranger, I am Mia Galadhremmin, and this here is my younger brother Fimbrethil. May I enquire as to what your business is in this part of the woods? For it is far from any villages or towns."
"Milady," the foreigner began, his voice carrying a far away accent, "I am Brithandil, and I have coming seeking you, for I am a Man of Destiny, and it is high time for you to learn yours, for you have an important part to play in the next century!"
Mia gazed in astonishment at the man, blocking his path to the house, wary incase of a trick. After studying his face for a moment of two, and seeing only good intentions written there, Mia turned aside and gestured for Brithandil to follow her. She walked swiftly down the path, heading for her mothers bedroom, and was somewhat surprised to see Brithandil keeping up to her swift pace. She was even more surprised when he appeared to recognize her mother, bowing before the shape hidden under many layers of covers.
"Milady Vanima."
"Welcome Brithandil. It has been a long time since you last came this way, forty years at least." Her mother sounded alert, more alive, in Mia's ears, then she had been for centuries. She gazed between them, not knowing what to make of the friendship between her mother and the man who had just arrived, speaking of destiny. "What brings you here? For you have a troubled look upon your face." Mia's mother queried.
"Your daughter Mia was born five-hundred years upon this day with a destiny. Now the time has come when she B MUST /B follow the path it leads her on."
Mia was startled, for she had forgotten it was her birthday, and was surprised that Brithandil should know of it, when she herself had forgotten. She longed to ask him many of the questions adrift in her mind, but she caught a slight glimpse of the glare her mother had directed towards her, and held her peace.
"Mia, you are destined to do great things in a time when evil corrupts the hearts of all, and the world is in peril of falling under the control of the evil lord Sauron. On the eve of the morrow, a hobbit will be born to Primula Brandybuck and Drogo Baggins, and he will be called Frodo. Frodo Baggins. It is his destiny to end the reign of Sauron, and, thus he must be protected at all costs to you. This is your destiny. You must protect the hobbit, risking everything you have to save him, for if you fail, so will he, and Sauron will grow stronger. If this happens, it will no longer be in our power to defeat him, an we shall all die."
"What must I do?" Mia heard the words slip out of her mouth, and was astonished. How could she accept this without questioning it? Her head asked, but Mia knew in her heart that she must listen to Brithandil. She would risk her life for the hobbit on whom the world depended, she would protect him or die trying.
"Travel fast, pack as little as you need and hurry to the shire. Be wary, evil has started to lurk in places of darkness, and orcs have started to show up in the oddest of places. They are being awoken by the presence of Sauron's will, and will only become more frequent as time passes. When you reach the shire, you should have little or no problems slipping in, for it is not guarded as few creatures know of hobbits, and if they do, have not interest in them. Hobbits are trustworthy people, but they have a tendency to gossip. Do NOT let them see you, or you will be the subject of gossip for years, which we do not want to happen. Now, of course it would be impossible to guard Frodo without knowing him, so, when you arrive visit Primula and Drogo's burrow. They are solitary, unlike most hobbits, and will take you in, without gossiping amongst their neighbors. It is there you will remain for almost 50 years. It is at this point when Frodo will set out with a company on a dangerous quest. Follow carefully and closely, keep hidden, do not let any of them see you, but you must keep them safe. Remember, always place your trust in your heart, your head will deceive you, but your heart will always know what to do. When you are in doubt, ignore your head, and follow your heart instead, down whatever path it may lead you. Now be off, for you have a long way to travel, and if you delay, you are unlikely to ever set of again." And with these last words, Brithandil turned and walked out of their cottage, setting off down the road with a determined step.
Mia shared a tearful farewell with her mother, entrusting her well being to Fimbrethil, knowing that it might be the last time she saw her mother again. Then hurriedly stuffing a small pack full of clothing (breeches borrowed from her brothers mainly) food, and drink she set off, knowing that Brithandil's words were true, if she did not leave then, her heart would not let her leave at all. She grabbed the beautifully carved bow she had made herself in secret, and a quiver of arrows from their hiding place in her bedroom, and set off into the wilderness, her hair flowing out behind her like a cape.
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Review!!! Review!!! Please! Should I go hide under a rock and stop writing? Or should I finish this? I need your opinion!!!