A/N: I didn't have the energy to type this in my other fics or chapters, so
I'll say it now. I do not own any of Tolkien's works, nor do I own Legolas,
though I don't think he's in this chapter yet. I do own Armena, Sorator,
Alqua, Odahin, Amerial, and Irisial.
A/N2: I know I might have two Elvish languages in here. I'm going to fix that as soon as possible, but not now. I have a headache.
Chapter 3
Armena. I want you to meet me in the garden by your room... tonight....midnight. It is of utmost importance.
Now Armena was three years of age, though she showed more signs of maturity than the average Ancient, which was quite odd. Sorator still stuck by her every step of the way.
"Big brother! Big brother!" she called as she ran towards him. Sorator was near a small creek staring into the water.
"Yes?" he said serenely, as he smiled.
"I had another dream!" She wasn't crying, but she did seem startled.
In fact, these dreams went on for quite some time. She was greatly confused, as all of them had the mysterious Elf in them, apparently trying to save her life. Sometimes, her dreams became repetitive, as she would see the same explosion over and over and over again.
"You did? What was it about?"
"It had that Elf in it. He asked me to come to see him at midnight."
"Where?" Sorator was getting worried. "Did you tell Iris about this?"
She nodded, then said, "She just said that it was nothing but a dream and not to worry about it." Then she led him to the garden, only to find no one there.
There is no one here, thought Sorator. He looked to Armena, who was still shaking of fright. "How about you tell my mother. She's an Elf, she'll understand."
"Ummm.... okay." She seemed a little bit calmer when she said this.
"Mother!" he called. His mother had very good hearing, so she instantly came to see what was troubling the two of them. "What's the matter, my dear?" she asked.
"She saw an Elf in her dreams again. It's got her spooked!" Alqua already knew about this because Sorator told her about them. he didn't know what to tell Armena because he couldn't tell if they were actually real.
"What did it look like?" She already knew but she wanted to hear from Armena.
"He was tall, and he had light colored hair."
"Did you hear a name in your dreams?"
"Uh-uh. He knew how to fight though." Then she looked at her 'aunt' Alqua. "Are there such things as light-haired Elves?"
Alqua had to think about that for a second. She had seen things better, and worse, than Elves. "Actually, there is another kind of Elf in Middle-Earth. They are called Wood-Elves, and they fit that description," she said. "They are usually peaceful creatures, and I don't think you need to fear him."
Armena said no more. She just looked around in the garden, half expecting someone to come in and say hi, or attack, or something. All these dreams started to scare the wits out of her. "Can I just go back inside?" she asked her aunt.
"Of course." Alqua escorted both Sorator and Armena to the palace.
It had been a decade later. Armena was thirteen, and Sorator was twenty-nine. They would go through the same thing everyday, as she would still have the same dreams about the mysterious Elf, but that past decade was not wasted on the horrors of her dreams. They would also enjoy the comforts of home, like Sorator's favorite sport in the world- fishing. He taught her how to fish and eventually, she became better than him in it. He didn't seem to care though- he was just happy to see his 'little sister' actually happy.
She also became aware of the magnificent cities around her, and the people that inhabited them. Even though she was well aware that they existed, she had never seen them first hand. She had heard tales about the fall of Gil-Galad and Isildur, and the tale of the One Ring, which was destroyed on Sorator's 5th birthday. She made it her business to know about the nine of the company of the Ring, and she remembered the name Gimli, whom Sorator had met some years before. She became fascinated in those characters, and wanted to meet them personally, but almost found it impossible.
One day, they were playing a game of hide and seek in the woods. It was Armena's turn to hide, and Sorator's turn to seek. She had taken this time to go deeper into the woods. As she ran, she noticed a giant willow in the distance, towering over all the other trees. It didn't bother her to see it. Just a really big tree is all. Nothing so big about it. But as she ran, she could hear something rustling in the bushes nearby. It isn't Sorator, she thought to herself. He doesn't know how to sneak like that. "Who's there?" She got no answer.
Instead, she forgot about the game at hand, and went to see what it was. She could hear it again, only softer. She could even hear a groan come from them. That's unusual. There's no animal that makes a sound like that. She asked again. "Is anyone there?"
Just then, a creature, almost human-like, jumped out. He looked like he was fatigued, and had a broken ankle for that matter. There were many bruises on his otherwise perfect face. He had long blonde hair, almost to the small of his back, tied in the same fashion of Alqua. Armena looked at his deep blue eyes- even they showed signs of fatigue, and anxiety. "Who are you and how did you get here?" she asked him. She was not frightened, for she saw that he could cause her no harm- he wasn't in any state to do so. His identity never occurred to her.
"Where am I?" he said, breathlessly.
"You are at my home," she said. "Come, you need to be treated."
"No, I should go back to my own in Mirkwood."
"You are in no shape to leave here. Mirkwood is many miles away. You'll never make it. You'll stay with us tonight." She picked him up, wrapped his arm around her shoulder, and walked towards the castle.
"What is your name?" he asked. He was in the girl's bed.
She looked over to him while she was tending to him. "I am Armena. Where did you say you were from again?"
"Mirkwood."
"Who are you? And how did you get here?"
"I was attacked, by orcs, I think. When I came to, I was here." He turned his head towards her. "I am Legolas Greenleaf, Elvin Prince of Mirkwood."
"Legolas Greenleaf, huh?" Where have I heard that name before? "Didn't you travel with the company of the ring some years ago?" The Elf nodded. She smiled gleefully.
"My apologies, mellon nîn, but I really must be getting back to my home now."
"You didn't hear a word I said, did you? You are in no shape to battle- what does 'melon neen mean?"
"It means 'My friend', in my native tongue."
"Well, mister Elvin Prince of Mirkwood, do you think you can stand about four weeks in this palace?" she said mockingly.
Legolas only laughed. "I think I can manage. Are there any Elves here?"
"Only one- my "brother's" mother, Alqua. She is one of the Elders of this village, and I could grant you an audience, If you like."
"Nay, my lady. That will be fine."
"Very well then. I will have the healers come to tend to that ankle. From the looks of it, if you put any weight on it, it will snap right off, but then again, I don't know much. I'm only thirteen."
"Thirteen? I could have sworn you were older."
"So could my family. When I was only two, I started having dreams of this big explosion, and everyone died, except for me and Sorator-"
"Sorator?"
"Yeah. He's my big brother, though we aren't really related. Let me just say he's just like a big brother."
"O.... Well, what about these dreams? You say you dreamt about death when you were only two?"
"Yeah. My village was in total chaos. The only thing out of the ordinary, besides the fact that the village was destroyed was.... an Elf...." she trailed off, and slowly looked at the injured Elf. It finally occurred to her that it looked exactly like the one in her dreams. "You!"
Legolas was confused. "Mani? What did I do?"
"It was you. You were in my dream!" That was all she said when she ran out of the room screaming, "Alqua! Alqua!"
I don't understand, thought Legolas. I have done nothing to upset, nor do I intend to. I haven't been in this village long enough to even start anything!
So does any one want to review?
A/N2: I know I might have two Elvish languages in here. I'm going to fix that as soon as possible, but not now. I have a headache.
Chapter 3
Armena. I want you to meet me in the garden by your room... tonight....midnight. It is of utmost importance.
Now Armena was three years of age, though she showed more signs of maturity than the average Ancient, which was quite odd. Sorator still stuck by her every step of the way.
"Big brother! Big brother!" she called as she ran towards him. Sorator was near a small creek staring into the water.
"Yes?" he said serenely, as he smiled.
"I had another dream!" She wasn't crying, but she did seem startled.
In fact, these dreams went on for quite some time. She was greatly confused, as all of them had the mysterious Elf in them, apparently trying to save her life. Sometimes, her dreams became repetitive, as she would see the same explosion over and over and over again.
"You did? What was it about?"
"It had that Elf in it. He asked me to come to see him at midnight."
"Where?" Sorator was getting worried. "Did you tell Iris about this?"
She nodded, then said, "She just said that it was nothing but a dream and not to worry about it." Then she led him to the garden, only to find no one there.
There is no one here, thought Sorator. He looked to Armena, who was still shaking of fright. "How about you tell my mother. She's an Elf, she'll understand."
"Ummm.... okay." She seemed a little bit calmer when she said this.
"Mother!" he called. His mother had very good hearing, so she instantly came to see what was troubling the two of them. "What's the matter, my dear?" she asked.
"She saw an Elf in her dreams again. It's got her spooked!" Alqua already knew about this because Sorator told her about them. he didn't know what to tell Armena because he couldn't tell if they were actually real.
"What did it look like?" She already knew but she wanted to hear from Armena.
"He was tall, and he had light colored hair."
"Did you hear a name in your dreams?"
"Uh-uh. He knew how to fight though." Then she looked at her 'aunt' Alqua. "Are there such things as light-haired Elves?"
Alqua had to think about that for a second. She had seen things better, and worse, than Elves. "Actually, there is another kind of Elf in Middle-Earth. They are called Wood-Elves, and they fit that description," she said. "They are usually peaceful creatures, and I don't think you need to fear him."
Armena said no more. She just looked around in the garden, half expecting someone to come in and say hi, or attack, or something. All these dreams started to scare the wits out of her. "Can I just go back inside?" she asked her aunt.
"Of course." Alqua escorted both Sorator and Armena to the palace.
It had been a decade later. Armena was thirteen, and Sorator was twenty-nine. They would go through the same thing everyday, as she would still have the same dreams about the mysterious Elf, but that past decade was not wasted on the horrors of her dreams. They would also enjoy the comforts of home, like Sorator's favorite sport in the world- fishing. He taught her how to fish and eventually, she became better than him in it. He didn't seem to care though- he was just happy to see his 'little sister' actually happy.
She also became aware of the magnificent cities around her, and the people that inhabited them. Even though she was well aware that they existed, she had never seen them first hand. She had heard tales about the fall of Gil-Galad and Isildur, and the tale of the One Ring, which was destroyed on Sorator's 5th birthday. She made it her business to know about the nine of the company of the Ring, and she remembered the name Gimli, whom Sorator had met some years before. She became fascinated in those characters, and wanted to meet them personally, but almost found it impossible.
One day, they were playing a game of hide and seek in the woods. It was Armena's turn to hide, and Sorator's turn to seek. She had taken this time to go deeper into the woods. As she ran, she noticed a giant willow in the distance, towering over all the other trees. It didn't bother her to see it. Just a really big tree is all. Nothing so big about it. But as she ran, she could hear something rustling in the bushes nearby. It isn't Sorator, she thought to herself. He doesn't know how to sneak like that. "Who's there?" She got no answer.
Instead, she forgot about the game at hand, and went to see what it was. She could hear it again, only softer. She could even hear a groan come from them. That's unusual. There's no animal that makes a sound like that. She asked again. "Is anyone there?"
Just then, a creature, almost human-like, jumped out. He looked like he was fatigued, and had a broken ankle for that matter. There were many bruises on his otherwise perfect face. He had long blonde hair, almost to the small of his back, tied in the same fashion of Alqua. Armena looked at his deep blue eyes- even they showed signs of fatigue, and anxiety. "Who are you and how did you get here?" she asked him. She was not frightened, for she saw that he could cause her no harm- he wasn't in any state to do so. His identity never occurred to her.
"Where am I?" he said, breathlessly.
"You are at my home," she said. "Come, you need to be treated."
"No, I should go back to my own in Mirkwood."
"You are in no shape to leave here. Mirkwood is many miles away. You'll never make it. You'll stay with us tonight." She picked him up, wrapped his arm around her shoulder, and walked towards the castle.
"What is your name?" he asked. He was in the girl's bed.
She looked over to him while she was tending to him. "I am Armena. Where did you say you were from again?"
"Mirkwood."
"Who are you? And how did you get here?"
"I was attacked, by orcs, I think. When I came to, I was here." He turned his head towards her. "I am Legolas Greenleaf, Elvin Prince of Mirkwood."
"Legolas Greenleaf, huh?" Where have I heard that name before? "Didn't you travel with the company of the ring some years ago?" The Elf nodded. She smiled gleefully.
"My apologies, mellon nîn, but I really must be getting back to my home now."
"You didn't hear a word I said, did you? You are in no shape to battle- what does 'melon neen mean?"
"It means 'My friend', in my native tongue."
"Well, mister Elvin Prince of Mirkwood, do you think you can stand about four weeks in this palace?" she said mockingly.
Legolas only laughed. "I think I can manage. Are there any Elves here?"
"Only one- my "brother's" mother, Alqua. She is one of the Elders of this village, and I could grant you an audience, If you like."
"Nay, my lady. That will be fine."
"Very well then. I will have the healers come to tend to that ankle. From the looks of it, if you put any weight on it, it will snap right off, but then again, I don't know much. I'm only thirteen."
"Thirteen? I could have sworn you were older."
"So could my family. When I was only two, I started having dreams of this big explosion, and everyone died, except for me and Sorator-"
"Sorator?"
"Yeah. He's my big brother, though we aren't really related. Let me just say he's just like a big brother."
"O.... Well, what about these dreams? You say you dreamt about death when you were only two?"
"Yeah. My village was in total chaos. The only thing out of the ordinary, besides the fact that the village was destroyed was.... an Elf...." she trailed off, and slowly looked at the injured Elf. It finally occurred to her that it looked exactly like the one in her dreams. "You!"
Legolas was confused. "Mani? What did I do?"
"It was you. You were in my dream!" That was all she said when she ran out of the room screaming, "Alqua! Alqua!"
I don't understand, thought Legolas. I have done nothing to upset, nor do I intend to. I haven't been in this village long enough to even start anything!
So does any one want to review?