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Imbefaniel: There will be some of that. That's why it's rated PG-13. For safety reason.
Chapter III
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A gust of wind carried ill tidings. The land's dying breath whispered in desperation, 'Light is here no more. Life is withering away. Soon, all will be lost'. Feeling unclean, tainted, spirits of the sacred ground fled. What was left, then? Dead soil, darkened by ashes and blood. Even the air was foul and suffocating. The wood-elves saw their home drowned in slow destruction. Their pure and innocent souls caught the most heartbreaking sight. Mirkwood would perish.
Thranduil's eyes gazed through the thick and sickening smoke. His heart skipped a beat whenever he saw life taken. But, the scene appearing beneath the blurry layer was too much even for an experienced elven warrior like the king. Too sad. Too painful that he felt as if shards of metal pierced through his chest. There was odd silence. No rustling of leaves nor whispering of trees. No singing of birds nor chirping of crickets. No sound of nature's soft humming. That could drive most elves insane.
"My Lord? My Lord, are you alright?" Thranduil's attention was too drawn to the land's sufferings that he did not notice the guard standing beside him. Lennan's concern for his king grew when there was no reply. This event must have affected Thranduil greatly. No one could snap him to reality if this went on. 'Prince Caranor is still here. Perhaps he can help', thought Lennan. With a slight bow (as if Thranduil would notice), he went to find the prince.
Not far from there, three horses raced in full speed. Anxiety was clear on the riders' faces. They wished to reach the place where Meneluin stated to be destroyed as swift as possible. Legolas was on the lead, and he would go faster if he could. Thranduil would need his sons' presence.
Organa kept her horse's position the last because she did not have to rush after the king anymore. She only needed to see one single proof, and all she wanted will be hers. 'Soon, very soon....'
The scent of death became stronger as they approached. Only a few leagues, they could feel anguish colored their surrounding. Legolas was linked to his father. He knew about Thranduil's connection with the forest. Perhaps, that was why he did not act as himself. The forest fire caused the lack of emotion control. And it would cause even worse things. If Mirkwood fell, the king would die in grief. No, he could not let this happen. Sound of hoofs became faster and faster. Trees looked as if they moved backwards, leaves appeared only as flashes of green, and at the end of the greenery, things came in full blast. Dark. Legolas nearly lost balance and fell off, for the scene he saw was as horrifying as hell. As black as Mordor, it was all that was left from the raging flame. Nothing, but ashes.
"Ah, Prince Legolas! Prince Meneluin! You have come, at last." Lennan sighed, relieved.
"What is it? What happened? Lennan, where is Ada?" Legolas' eyes searched from side to side. There were many elves scouting the area, but no Thranduil.
"Right now, he is with Prince Caranor. His Majesty seemed ...rather unwell." The guard hesitated at first, knowing that 'unwell' might be an understatement, but he went for it anyway.
"Can you take us to him?" Hasty but understandable. He worried about his father.
"Yes, of course, my Lord. This way, please!" Taking the lead, Lennan escorted them to where the king was. Their presence would ease his pain. Hopefully.
Thranduil's eyes were closed. He leaned heavily against Caranor with the younger elf's arm held him protectively, not wanting to release. Sensing a shiver from the Thranduil, he tightened his embrace. Why was he so weak? How did this happened? Question by question blurted out mentally. None was answered.
At that moment, he caught a glimpse of gold heading his way. 'Praise the Valar!' His brothers had come, accompanied by a guard, ...and an unfamiliar woman? How very strange! But, he quickly dumped the thought. He should feel joyous for Legolas and Meneluin's arrival.
"Ada? Ada, they are here," whispered Caranor softly while gently rubbing Thranduil's shoulder. An almost inaudible moan slipped out from the slightly parted lips. His eyelids raised slowly, followed by his gaze. "Little Greenleaf ...." He muttered softly.
As if hearing his name being called, Legolas quickened his pace and was the first to reach his father. There was sorrow on the king's fair face. And desperation, as the land lost hope. But, there was still hope remained in Thranduil's eyes, although little. It flickered in the blue orbs as Legolas approached.
"Legolas...." The voice was not louder than a breeze.
"I am here, Ada." He moved closer.
"Legolas, I need your assistance."
"Anything. Just name it and I shall try to do my best." The young elf's eagerness made Thranduil smile. Legolas was always like this. Shining as bright as Anor. That was the light that the injured woodland needed.
Gracefully, he extended his right arm to his son.
"Take my hand, little greenleaf!"
The elfling reached out and clasped his father's hand in his. It was cold. At first, the fact startled him and he almost pulled away. But, the thought that Thranduil needed his help prevented him from moving.
"It is alright, Caranor. You can release me now. Legolas will support me." He hesitated, but then the brown-haired prince reluctantly let go of his hold. Meneluin stepped to his side and held Caranor's shoulder for reassurance. Lady Organa and the guard stood a few paces before them. Their eyes followed where the king and the young prince were heading. The woman watched in interest as they stopped right in the middle of the dark ground.
Thranduil started to chant some ancient elvish spells and he glowed. At that very moment, Legolas felt something warm inside his chest. It grew warmer. He stared in disbelief when a bright white light burst out enveloping both him and Thranduil. The light went brighter and radiated through every corner of the forrest. Then, an almost unbelievable thing happened. Darkness was swept away freeing the lands from their suffering. Trees and animals breathed in relief, even the dead soil regained her life. Spirits that fled had returned and the ground was once again sacred and green.
The elves widened their eyes in awe as they saw their beloved realm regained her greatness. Joy sparkled in their hearts. Even more, they thought what they saw was beyond reality. The sight that caught most attention was in the center of the light. Two ethereal beings glowed as if they were the Valar. Brightness slowly faded, but shadow was no more. The woodland survived.
Thranduil breathed the air deeply and smiled. The smile turned into a frown when Legolas collapsed into his arms. Caranor and Meneluin rushed to the king's side. Distress painted their faces.
"Ada! What has happened? What is wrong with Legolas?" They asked almost in unison. Before Thranduil could say a thing, they heard a muffled voice, "I am fine. Just a bit drained, that's all."
"Oh, tithen gwanur! You made us worried," sighed Meneluin. They smiled when the young prince tried to stand straight but failed miserably and ended up leaning against his father. His eyes rolled from side to side, then realization struck him.
"It is alive. How can that be?" He looked at Thranduil for an answer.
"It was the Light of Oropher, I presume." The answer did not come from the expected source. It was from the lady.
"Organa? How ...how did you ...." The king was lost in words. Seeing how shocked his father was, Legolas could only think that something was amiss.
"You meant to ask me how I knew, correct?" She stepped forward and open her left hand. There were sparkles of purple light forming a figure of a small sphere. The sphere turned into a solid material. A crystal ball. "Then, I shall tell you the truth." She smirked. The crystal ball radiated dark aura. "I know because I am a powerful sorceress. I am Morgan Le Fay." With that, a vortex appeared from thin air. "I am here to claim the Light of Oropher." Darkness spread and seemed to swallow all that it passed. It was suffocating the elves. There were sharp cries, then they stopped. All went silent. When darkness disappeared, the sorceress was gone. The king and his youngest son were no where to be seen.
TBC
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Umm, Oops? I promised to add some action, didn't I? Ahem, sorry. But action couldn't fit anywhere in this chapter. I really need help for that part.
Review+feedback, pretty please....
Thank you for reviewing, again! I love u......
Imbefaniel: There will be some of that. That's why it's rated PG-13. For safety reason.
Chapter III
===========
A gust of wind carried ill tidings. The land's dying breath whispered in desperation, 'Light is here no more. Life is withering away. Soon, all will be lost'. Feeling unclean, tainted, spirits of the sacred ground fled. What was left, then? Dead soil, darkened by ashes and blood. Even the air was foul and suffocating. The wood-elves saw their home drowned in slow destruction. Their pure and innocent souls caught the most heartbreaking sight. Mirkwood would perish.
Thranduil's eyes gazed through the thick and sickening smoke. His heart skipped a beat whenever he saw life taken. But, the scene appearing beneath the blurry layer was too much even for an experienced elven warrior like the king. Too sad. Too painful that he felt as if shards of metal pierced through his chest. There was odd silence. No rustling of leaves nor whispering of trees. No singing of birds nor chirping of crickets. No sound of nature's soft humming. That could drive most elves insane.
"My Lord? My Lord, are you alright?" Thranduil's attention was too drawn to the land's sufferings that he did not notice the guard standing beside him. Lennan's concern for his king grew when there was no reply. This event must have affected Thranduil greatly. No one could snap him to reality if this went on. 'Prince Caranor is still here. Perhaps he can help', thought Lennan. With a slight bow (as if Thranduil would notice), he went to find the prince.
Not far from there, three horses raced in full speed. Anxiety was clear on the riders' faces. They wished to reach the place where Meneluin stated to be destroyed as swift as possible. Legolas was on the lead, and he would go faster if he could. Thranduil would need his sons' presence.
Organa kept her horse's position the last because she did not have to rush after the king anymore. She only needed to see one single proof, and all she wanted will be hers. 'Soon, very soon....'
The scent of death became stronger as they approached. Only a few leagues, they could feel anguish colored their surrounding. Legolas was linked to his father. He knew about Thranduil's connection with the forest. Perhaps, that was why he did not act as himself. The forest fire caused the lack of emotion control. And it would cause even worse things. If Mirkwood fell, the king would die in grief. No, he could not let this happen. Sound of hoofs became faster and faster. Trees looked as if they moved backwards, leaves appeared only as flashes of green, and at the end of the greenery, things came in full blast. Dark. Legolas nearly lost balance and fell off, for the scene he saw was as horrifying as hell. As black as Mordor, it was all that was left from the raging flame. Nothing, but ashes.
"Ah, Prince Legolas! Prince Meneluin! You have come, at last." Lennan sighed, relieved.
"What is it? What happened? Lennan, where is Ada?" Legolas' eyes searched from side to side. There were many elves scouting the area, but no Thranduil.
"Right now, he is with Prince Caranor. His Majesty seemed ...rather unwell." The guard hesitated at first, knowing that 'unwell' might be an understatement, but he went for it anyway.
"Can you take us to him?" Hasty but understandable. He worried about his father.
"Yes, of course, my Lord. This way, please!" Taking the lead, Lennan escorted them to where the king was. Their presence would ease his pain. Hopefully.
Thranduil's eyes were closed. He leaned heavily against Caranor with the younger elf's arm held him protectively, not wanting to release. Sensing a shiver from the Thranduil, he tightened his embrace. Why was he so weak? How did this happened? Question by question blurted out mentally. None was answered.
At that moment, he caught a glimpse of gold heading his way. 'Praise the Valar!' His brothers had come, accompanied by a guard, ...and an unfamiliar woman? How very strange! But, he quickly dumped the thought. He should feel joyous for Legolas and Meneluin's arrival.
"Ada? Ada, they are here," whispered Caranor softly while gently rubbing Thranduil's shoulder. An almost inaudible moan slipped out from the slightly parted lips. His eyelids raised slowly, followed by his gaze. "Little Greenleaf ...." He muttered softly.
As if hearing his name being called, Legolas quickened his pace and was the first to reach his father. There was sorrow on the king's fair face. And desperation, as the land lost hope. But, there was still hope remained in Thranduil's eyes, although little. It flickered in the blue orbs as Legolas approached.
"Legolas...." The voice was not louder than a breeze.
"I am here, Ada." He moved closer.
"Legolas, I need your assistance."
"Anything. Just name it and I shall try to do my best." The young elf's eagerness made Thranduil smile. Legolas was always like this. Shining as bright as Anor. That was the light that the injured woodland needed.
Gracefully, he extended his right arm to his son.
"Take my hand, little greenleaf!"
The elfling reached out and clasped his father's hand in his. It was cold. At first, the fact startled him and he almost pulled away. But, the thought that Thranduil needed his help prevented him from moving.
"It is alright, Caranor. You can release me now. Legolas will support me." He hesitated, but then the brown-haired prince reluctantly let go of his hold. Meneluin stepped to his side and held Caranor's shoulder for reassurance. Lady Organa and the guard stood a few paces before them. Their eyes followed where the king and the young prince were heading. The woman watched in interest as they stopped right in the middle of the dark ground.
Thranduil started to chant some ancient elvish spells and he glowed. At that very moment, Legolas felt something warm inside his chest. It grew warmer. He stared in disbelief when a bright white light burst out enveloping both him and Thranduil. The light went brighter and radiated through every corner of the forrest. Then, an almost unbelievable thing happened. Darkness was swept away freeing the lands from their suffering. Trees and animals breathed in relief, even the dead soil regained her life. Spirits that fled had returned and the ground was once again sacred and green.
The elves widened their eyes in awe as they saw their beloved realm regained her greatness. Joy sparkled in their hearts. Even more, they thought what they saw was beyond reality. The sight that caught most attention was in the center of the light. Two ethereal beings glowed as if they were the Valar. Brightness slowly faded, but shadow was no more. The woodland survived.
Thranduil breathed the air deeply and smiled. The smile turned into a frown when Legolas collapsed into his arms. Caranor and Meneluin rushed to the king's side. Distress painted their faces.
"Ada! What has happened? What is wrong with Legolas?" They asked almost in unison. Before Thranduil could say a thing, they heard a muffled voice, "I am fine. Just a bit drained, that's all."
"Oh, tithen gwanur! You made us worried," sighed Meneluin. They smiled when the young prince tried to stand straight but failed miserably and ended up leaning against his father. His eyes rolled from side to side, then realization struck him.
"It is alive. How can that be?" He looked at Thranduil for an answer.
"It was the Light of Oropher, I presume." The answer did not come from the expected source. It was from the lady.
"Organa? How ...how did you ...." The king was lost in words. Seeing how shocked his father was, Legolas could only think that something was amiss.
"You meant to ask me how I knew, correct?" She stepped forward and open her left hand. There were sparkles of purple light forming a figure of a small sphere. The sphere turned into a solid material. A crystal ball. "Then, I shall tell you the truth." She smirked. The crystal ball radiated dark aura. "I know because I am a powerful sorceress. I am Morgan Le Fay." With that, a vortex appeared from thin air. "I am here to claim the Light of Oropher." Darkness spread and seemed to swallow all that it passed. It was suffocating the elves. There were sharp cries, then they stopped. All went silent. When darkness disappeared, the sorceress was gone. The king and his youngest son were no where to be seen.
TBC
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Umm, Oops? I promised to add some action, didn't I? Ahem, sorry. But action couldn't fit anywhere in this chapter. I really need help for that part.
Review+feedback, pretty please....