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Namarie!
Not a very good chapter, I know but it will have to do.ENJOY!!!!! ~***~
Legolas sat down on a wooden bench next to a few other elves. Gimli shifted nervously as Aragorn took a seat next to Elrond and Thranduil. "Two more to come, then we will start." The warriors looked around, who was missing? Arwen, Glacier and Namarie entered.
"Sit here, both of you." Thranduil said, gesturing at the two empty seats beside him. Namarie walked over and sat down.
"Dresses aren't that bad, Glacier," Namarie wore a sky blue dress with sleeves that touched her fingertips. Her hair was twisted into an elegant knot at the back of her head. A thin golden crown with a sun dangling from it glittered on her forehead. Glacier gave her a look that could melt ice.
"I can't walk normally!"
"You walk perfectly fine. The dress suits you, more so than if you still had your sword or bow." Glacier glared at Arwen as she put a hand to her waist.
"Where are they?"
"They are not needed. You shall have them back when the meeting is through." Glacier waved a hand at the others.
"Then why do they have them?" Glacier, getting no answer, said, "At least I still have my dagger!" Namarie laughed.
"I should have known you would find a way!"
"How?" Arwen stuttered.
"I've been trying to figure that out for years, she won't tell anyone." Arwen left and Glacier sat down in a blur of green looking thoroughly pleased with herself. Glacier wore a dress, modeled after Namarie's save for the sleeves, which barely touched her elbows. Her hair was braided and pulled into a tight bun with a strand of hair lightly touching her cheek. A thin silver chain rested on her head and a blue crescent moon accented her forehead. Elrond cleared his throat and said,
"The council has begun." He sat down and Thranduil spoke,
"Orcs are back. Though I had hoped that they were the remnants of the war of the ring, evidence proves this false. They are strong and smarter than before. At first there were a few, but an indescribable number seems to come from Mordor." Gimli interrupted Elrond.
"How? Sauron is destroyed. What other evil could there be?"
"True, Sauron is gone from Middle-Earth for good but there is still evil there. This is a great power, even greater than Sauron's. This thing seeks the key to unlock the doors to chaos. It has started to destroy the lands. This "key" is coming to Rivendel by a trusted rider. It must be destroyed even as the ring was, in Mount Doom."
"Let us go now!" said Gimli. The council nodded, gripping their bows and swords, ready to go at a moment's notice. Namarie made to get up and fetch her sword when Glacier stood up.
"No! You mustn't leave now. Going after an unknown enemy is like chasing shadows in the dark! You do not know what is concealed in the dark and may stumble. Going after this enemy is just like that but a single misstep could be your doom." The council stared at the she-elf.
"What do you know?"
"Too much." She looked at the council. "Wolfwood is under attack. The enemy needs to gain Wolfwood for easy access to a good portion of the woodland realms. We can't hold out much longer. Endless supplies of Orcs have come to demolish us." She paused and looked at the council. "My people are dying, their homes destroyed. Wolfwood is becoming a mere ghost of its former self. I am the swiftest elf in Wolfwood and was sent to get aid when I was summoned here. Give aid to us. We cannot lose the pass in the heart of Wolfwood. It can take you safely into Mordor and out again." Namarie straightened and spoke.
"Fangorn has sworn aid to Wolfwood. We have seen the power of the dark forces. It is not something to take lightly. We could spare few, as our boarders are being attacked by raiders. You can't stay here and watch, hoping for the best. Rivendel's day shall come and none shall be able to come to call. Lend your armies to Wolfwood. They are as strong and brave as wolves and will return the favor when you ask it of them. Help Wolfwood and Fangorn's aid shall be yours." Namarie and Glacier stood side by side, looking at the astonished men.
"What do you say?"
Legolas thought, 'What an odd pair of friends. The kind and gentle one and the strong, brave one. How can they get along?' He felt a pang of sadness for Glacier and Namarie. 'They need help and from the way the council is viewing them, they will find none here. I must help them, but how?' He listened and tried to figure out how to help as they spoke.
"Will none help?"
"Mirkwood offers its assistance. We shall give what we can spare." Thranduil was shocked but knew his son was right. Others began to help- elves, dwarves and men alike. Arwen ran into the room breathing heavily.
"Orcs! On our western boarder!" ~***~ How did you like it?
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Not a very good chapter, I know but it will have to do.ENJOY!!!!! ~***~
Legolas sat down on a wooden bench next to a few other elves. Gimli shifted nervously as Aragorn took a seat next to Elrond and Thranduil. "Two more to come, then we will start." The warriors looked around, who was missing? Arwen, Glacier and Namarie entered.
"Sit here, both of you." Thranduil said, gesturing at the two empty seats beside him. Namarie walked over and sat down.
"Dresses aren't that bad, Glacier," Namarie wore a sky blue dress with sleeves that touched her fingertips. Her hair was twisted into an elegant knot at the back of her head. A thin golden crown with a sun dangling from it glittered on her forehead. Glacier gave her a look that could melt ice.
"I can't walk normally!"
"You walk perfectly fine. The dress suits you, more so than if you still had your sword or bow." Glacier glared at Arwen as she put a hand to her waist.
"Where are they?"
"They are not needed. You shall have them back when the meeting is through." Glacier waved a hand at the others.
"Then why do they have them?" Glacier, getting no answer, said, "At least I still have my dagger!" Namarie laughed.
"I should have known you would find a way!"
"How?" Arwen stuttered.
"I've been trying to figure that out for years, she won't tell anyone." Arwen left and Glacier sat down in a blur of green looking thoroughly pleased with herself. Glacier wore a dress, modeled after Namarie's save for the sleeves, which barely touched her elbows. Her hair was braided and pulled into a tight bun with a strand of hair lightly touching her cheek. A thin silver chain rested on her head and a blue crescent moon accented her forehead. Elrond cleared his throat and said,
"The council has begun." He sat down and Thranduil spoke,
"Orcs are back. Though I had hoped that they were the remnants of the war of the ring, evidence proves this false. They are strong and smarter than before. At first there were a few, but an indescribable number seems to come from Mordor." Gimli interrupted Elrond.
"How? Sauron is destroyed. What other evil could there be?"
"True, Sauron is gone from Middle-Earth for good but there is still evil there. This is a great power, even greater than Sauron's. This thing seeks the key to unlock the doors to chaos. It has started to destroy the lands. This "key" is coming to Rivendel by a trusted rider. It must be destroyed even as the ring was, in Mount Doom."
"Let us go now!" said Gimli. The council nodded, gripping their bows and swords, ready to go at a moment's notice. Namarie made to get up and fetch her sword when Glacier stood up.
"No! You mustn't leave now. Going after an unknown enemy is like chasing shadows in the dark! You do not know what is concealed in the dark and may stumble. Going after this enemy is just like that but a single misstep could be your doom." The council stared at the she-elf.
"What do you know?"
"Too much." She looked at the council. "Wolfwood is under attack. The enemy needs to gain Wolfwood for easy access to a good portion of the woodland realms. We can't hold out much longer. Endless supplies of Orcs have come to demolish us." She paused and looked at the council. "My people are dying, their homes destroyed. Wolfwood is becoming a mere ghost of its former self. I am the swiftest elf in Wolfwood and was sent to get aid when I was summoned here. Give aid to us. We cannot lose the pass in the heart of Wolfwood. It can take you safely into Mordor and out again." Namarie straightened and spoke.
"Fangorn has sworn aid to Wolfwood. We have seen the power of the dark forces. It is not something to take lightly. We could spare few, as our boarders are being attacked by raiders. You can't stay here and watch, hoping for the best. Rivendel's day shall come and none shall be able to come to call. Lend your armies to Wolfwood. They are as strong and brave as wolves and will return the favor when you ask it of them. Help Wolfwood and Fangorn's aid shall be yours." Namarie and Glacier stood side by side, looking at the astonished men.
"What do you say?"
Legolas thought, 'What an odd pair of friends. The kind and gentle one and the strong, brave one. How can they get along?' He felt a pang of sadness for Glacier and Namarie. 'They need help and from the way the council is viewing them, they will find none here. I must help them, but how?' He listened and tried to figure out how to help as they spoke.
"Will none help?"
"Mirkwood offers its assistance. We shall give what we can spare." Thranduil was shocked but knew his son was right. Others began to help- elves, dwarves and men alike. Arwen ran into the room breathing heavily.
"Orcs! On our western boarder!" ~***~ How did you like it?
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