The sky was as clear as the crystal waters that flew through Lothlórien,
and the sun was glinting over the tops of the Misty Mountains. With a hand
over Atia's brow, she turned her head from the edges of Mirkwood to see
away in the west, a small, dark cloud. Fear pricked her skin and a chill
ran down her arms. Looking back into the forest, she looked and awaited the
arrival of the King of the Elves of Northern Mirkwood. Thranduil was his
name, and along with him would be his son, Legolas, as well as some other
members close to the king. It was at the request of Elrond that they should
all attend a secret council. She was not sure of what it was because Elrond
had not spoken to her directly, but was pretty sure it had to do with
Mordor and the finding of the One Ring again. Though it was not supposed to
be talked about in Rivendell, where she was visiting from Gondor, the Elves
would whisper about it to each other. Atia got down from the horse she was
borrowing-it was a beautiful tan horse with silky fur and an untangled mane
and tail-and opened a cask of water to let it drink. When she looked back
into the forest she saw the figures of riders and the sound of hooves.
Mounting her horse again, she greeted them in their toungue and told them
that she was here on Elrond's behalf.
*"Vedui' aredhelrim. I'm Atia noron en Rivendell. Khila amin meletyaldeamin." All of the Elves approached her cautiously except one, who seemed to be the youngest.
**"Márë," he said, "ree pedich lle i'esti."
***"Manen a'lle sinta tanya?" one of the others asked.
"Because! Can you not see that the horse is one of the Noble Horses of Elrond?" he said, pointing to the horse, who had the Emblem of Elrond upon it's brow-as all the horses of Elrond's do.
~"Isímen ná aran?" I asked.
"He has decided not to come, for he feels he must stay in Mirkwood if anything should happen." said the young elf.
~`"Amin elea llie n'tanya," the other Elf said, "Lead on, Lady...."
"Atia. Atia dúnEdain as those in Gondor call me. But those in Lothlórien call me Atia Riverstone or Annáre, which is my nickname."
"Alright, Lady Atia." the youngest elf said, and Atia started trotting her horse. They didn't need to hurry for even though Rivendell was about a two day journey (they were by the the exit of the Old Forest Road and were headed to the Old Fort and through the Hight Pass of the mountains which would lead them straight to Rivendell), others who were to attend the council weren't expected until the 23rd.
"Annáre is a beautiful nickname," the youngest elf said, "But, then, you are beautiful as well. 'Gift of Sunlight' befits you."
Atia felt like blushing, but tried not to, "Hannon le...?"
"Legolas Greenleaf is my name." he said.
"Oh! So you are Thranduil's son! I'm sorry, but I cannot courtsey for you, prince."
"There is no need," he said, waving his hand. "And, please, Legolas is what I would prefer."
"Alright, Legolas," I smiled. "I feel more comfortable with calling you that, too."
"Yes, I'd rather have people treat me as a hunter than a prince." said he.
"So it shall be." said she and had opened her mouth to tell him that she was the daughter of Warrior Ethellon Riverstone of Lórien and Gilraen, mother of her brother Aragorn (who is the son of Arathorn). But decided not to.
"You are married are you not?" she asked Legolas.
"Yes, she was a warrior herself , the daughter of a noble warrior who lived in Mirkwood. Sabriel was her name. She had gone with a few others to investigate the rumors of the One Ring down South. I do not know exactly where, and I would have gone, but I needed to stay by my father's side who was ill at the time. I have feared the worst since no word has come. That was some time ago." his voice trailed off and looked back into the forest.
"I am very sorry for you and I hope she is alright." Atia looked down and patted her horse gently. Legolas said it was quite alright and that even though he still holds on to hope, he is trying to move on and think of the tasks at hand.
"Wait, did you say Riverstone?" another elf asked after a moment of silence. It was as if he had read her mind a moment ago.
"Yes, yes I did." Atia replied as the elf rode up to my right.
"Is is possible that you are related to Ethellon? I heard he had a daughter with a woman not of his kind." Atia felt all the elves around her peircing her back with their eyes.
"I...am. I am his daughter." she replied quietly. Then, the elves behind her started whispering and Legolas looked at her in question.
"It is I that should be bowing to you!" he laughed. "I did not know you were the daughter of Ethellon from Lothlórien!"
"I try not to tell people because I want to be known as Atia the Huntress, not Atia, daughter of Ethellon the Warrior, or of any other person worthy of allegiance I might be related to." She rode forward a little, trying to get away from the other elf and Legolas. Legolas rode up to me, while the other stayed behind with the others.
"I'm sorry, we did not mean to offend you. I understand how you feel for I want to be known as Legolas Greenleaf, master of Archery, not Legolas, Prince of Elves of Northern Mirkwood or Son of Thranduil, King of Elves of Northern Mirkwood."
"It's quite alright. I did not intend to be so harsh."
They decided to forget about it, though she knew Legolas wondered who else worthy of allegiance she was related to. The Elves and Atia hastened and rode fast for time was of the essense and had no time to be late for such an important event.
*~" Lye bedich noro limin! Asca, asca!" Atia commanded, for she saw the shadow in the west grow...
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Meanwhile, Jevalia, daughter of Elrond, waited for any sign of her sister, Arwen, who was sent to look for Atia's brother, Aragorn, and four hobbits. Other peoples from across middle earth, including those from Gondor and Dwarves were arriving in Rivendell or were going to soon.
~Atia
Location: Mirkwood/Misty Mountains
* "Greetings, elflords. I am Atia, rider of Rivendell. Follow me, your majesties."
** "It is alright," "She is telling the truth."
*** "How do you know that?"
~ "Where is the king?"
~`"I see you are telling the truth."
*~ "We must (go) ride faster! Hurry, hurry!"
*"Vedui' aredhelrim. I'm Atia noron en Rivendell. Khila amin meletyaldeamin." All of the Elves approached her cautiously except one, who seemed to be the youngest.
**"Márë," he said, "ree pedich lle i'esti."
***"Manen a'lle sinta tanya?" one of the others asked.
"Because! Can you not see that the horse is one of the Noble Horses of Elrond?" he said, pointing to the horse, who had the Emblem of Elrond upon it's brow-as all the horses of Elrond's do.
~"Isímen ná aran?" I asked.
"He has decided not to come, for he feels he must stay in Mirkwood if anything should happen." said the young elf.
~`"Amin elea llie n'tanya," the other Elf said, "Lead on, Lady...."
"Atia. Atia dúnEdain as those in Gondor call me. But those in Lothlórien call me Atia Riverstone or Annáre, which is my nickname."
"Alright, Lady Atia." the youngest elf said, and Atia started trotting her horse. They didn't need to hurry for even though Rivendell was about a two day journey (they were by the the exit of the Old Forest Road and were headed to the Old Fort and through the Hight Pass of the mountains which would lead them straight to Rivendell), others who were to attend the council weren't expected until the 23rd.
"Annáre is a beautiful nickname," the youngest elf said, "But, then, you are beautiful as well. 'Gift of Sunlight' befits you."
Atia felt like blushing, but tried not to, "Hannon le...?"
"Legolas Greenleaf is my name." he said.
"Oh! So you are Thranduil's son! I'm sorry, but I cannot courtsey for you, prince."
"There is no need," he said, waving his hand. "And, please, Legolas is what I would prefer."
"Alright, Legolas," I smiled. "I feel more comfortable with calling you that, too."
"Yes, I'd rather have people treat me as a hunter than a prince." said he.
"So it shall be." said she and had opened her mouth to tell him that she was the daughter of Warrior Ethellon Riverstone of Lórien and Gilraen, mother of her brother Aragorn (who is the son of Arathorn). But decided not to.
"You are married are you not?" she asked Legolas.
"Yes, she was a warrior herself , the daughter of a noble warrior who lived in Mirkwood. Sabriel was her name. She had gone with a few others to investigate the rumors of the One Ring down South. I do not know exactly where, and I would have gone, but I needed to stay by my father's side who was ill at the time. I have feared the worst since no word has come. That was some time ago." his voice trailed off and looked back into the forest.
"I am very sorry for you and I hope she is alright." Atia looked down and patted her horse gently. Legolas said it was quite alright and that even though he still holds on to hope, he is trying to move on and think of the tasks at hand.
"Wait, did you say Riverstone?" another elf asked after a moment of silence. It was as if he had read her mind a moment ago.
"Yes, yes I did." Atia replied as the elf rode up to my right.
"Is is possible that you are related to Ethellon? I heard he had a daughter with a woman not of his kind." Atia felt all the elves around her peircing her back with their eyes.
"I...am. I am his daughter." she replied quietly. Then, the elves behind her started whispering and Legolas looked at her in question.
"It is I that should be bowing to you!" he laughed. "I did not know you were the daughter of Ethellon from Lothlórien!"
"I try not to tell people because I want to be known as Atia the Huntress, not Atia, daughter of Ethellon the Warrior, or of any other person worthy of allegiance I might be related to." She rode forward a little, trying to get away from the other elf and Legolas. Legolas rode up to me, while the other stayed behind with the others.
"I'm sorry, we did not mean to offend you. I understand how you feel for I want to be known as Legolas Greenleaf, master of Archery, not Legolas, Prince of Elves of Northern Mirkwood or Son of Thranduil, King of Elves of Northern Mirkwood."
"It's quite alright. I did not intend to be so harsh."
They decided to forget about it, though she knew Legolas wondered who else worthy of allegiance she was related to. The Elves and Atia hastened and rode fast for time was of the essense and had no time to be late for such an important event.
*~" Lye bedich noro limin! Asca, asca!" Atia commanded, for she saw the shadow in the west grow...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Meanwhile, Jevalia, daughter of Elrond, waited for any sign of her sister, Arwen, who was sent to look for Atia's brother, Aragorn, and four hobbits. Other peoples from across middle earth, including those from Gondor and Dwarves were arriving in Rivendell or were going to soon.
~Atia
Location: Mirkwood/Misty Mountains
* "Greetings, elflords. I am Atia, rider of Rivendell. Follow me, your majesties."
** "It is alright," "She is telling the truth."
*** "How do you know that?"
~ "Where is the king?"
~`"I see you are telling the truth."
*~ "We must (go) ride faster! Hurry, hurry!"