A Lothlorien Prince
Valenil is an Elf of Lorien. Galadriel adopted him when he was only but twenty years of age. He was brought up as a mighty warrior. He was trained by the March Warden Haldir as his faithful teacher. His great friend, Lhunagar, is from the formerly known Greenwood, but now known Mirkwood, the place Sauron camped his forces for a long while.
Helm's Deep. Valenil approached his friend, Deyuen, and asked her "Lle mela amin?" Since she did not answer, Valenil bid her farewell warmly and left for the keep of Helm's Deep with his Captain, and very own teacher, Haldir of Lorien.
Valenil marched towards the keep, wearing a scowl on his face like he usually wore before a battle that he knew they would win. He would never fear death, for his faith was strong in his Captain and Teacher. His formation was the second to the front line, close to the action. His gaze drifted to the large stone structure of Helm's Deep laying at the base of a hill on the horizon, evilly smiling at him.
They quickly arrived at the keep, and found out that Saruman's army was scheduled to arrive by nightfall, or earlier. He noticed it was still early in the day, but every second, the light faded, and the glory and feeling of victory faded in his heart with it. Lord Aragorn greeted them happily, glad to know that there was still a bond between the old alliances, saying, "Mae govannen. You are most welcome."
Valenil watched as the darkness completely faded. He heard as King Theoden called for any male capable of fighting, and put the women and youngest children inside the keep for safety. Everyone observed as the army came into arrow range and stopped. They watched from their posts on the wall as the Uruk-Hai pounded their spears against the ground in an act of intimidation. The men and Elves on the walls held perfectly still, not letting the loudness of the banging dampen their already soaked spirits. The rain was pouring as this all happened.
Valenil anxiously waited for Lord Aragorn's orders to shoot, but saw that an older man's arrow flew freely through the air, completely ending the attempted act of surprise against the Uruks. Everyone sighed loudly as they realized it was foiled.
Suddenly, Aragorn gave the orders to shoot, and Valenil quickly let go of the arrow he had fitted into his bow. He watched it soar through the air and pierce an Uruk's neck, killing it. He grabbed for another one, and shot it. Repeating this movement many times, his arrows were quickly spent. By that time, the Uruks were on their way up the walls on ladders and, like ants, filled up the empty spaces in the walls.
He pulled out his Elven blade and stabbed quite a lot of the enemy, watching them fall to the ground and lying in a pool of their black blood. His keen Elven senses alerted him of an Uruk coming up from behind him. He spun around and kicked him, then ran his blade through his neck, skewering it as he would a wild boar.
He suddenly felt a sharp jab in his thigh and felt the poison from the blade quickly running through his veins. He felt dizzy and fell backwards, but was caught by an Elf friend. He looked back to see his Mirkwood friend Legolas behind him. Valenil felt himself being drug into the keep by Legolas, and then saw his friend rush back into the battle quickly, not wanting to spare anymore time.
The blonde Elf felt excruciating pain where he was stabbed by the horrid creature. He felt himself drifting away into a dream. A bright light nearly blinded him as he heard the Lady Galadriel's voice as if singing a song to help him, but he couldn't not understand the words she was saying, but knew they were in Elvish and were soothing, for his pain in his leg immediately disappeared.
Valenil woke from the dream and heard a loud crash, and felt rumbling beneath him. People were shouting to fall back to the keep and that the wall had been breeched. He suddenly felt dizzy again, and fell unconscious again, back into the dream of Galadriel's voice.
When we woke again, it was a hazy day, and saw that the clouds were overcast. He was sitting up against a wall, and his leg was giving him pain again. He watched as Lord Aragorn approached him, a sad look in his eyes. I am sorry, Valenil, but the Lord Haldir has fallen in battle, right after the wall was breeched. I am sorry for your loss. If you wish, you may see him one last time before we are to leave. Follow Orophin and he will lead you there." Aragorn said.
He felt the tears welling in his eyes. The news was too much to bear. The only figure in his life he had seen as a father had been slain in battle. He could not believe it. "What is to become of me?" He asked Aragorn "You are to ride back with your people to Lothlorien, and tell of the news if you are needed." Aragorn replied, looking down at his leg, seeing it was fully healed now.
It was mid-day about a fortnight later when he arrived in Lothlorien again. He was surprised to see his best friend, Lhunagar, waiting there to see him again with his fiancé, Nuin El, with him.
He was mesmerized by the movements of the most beautiful Elf he had ever seen in his long life. She ran down the stairs to him and fell into his arms. She then looked up at him and whispered, "I have an answer to your question, Valenil. Yes, I do love you." Deyeun looked up at him still and kissed him lightly, then her father, Nassarul, walked down the stairs. He smiled and looked at his daughter. "She missed you greatly." He told Valenil. With a smile on his face, Nassarul requested that Valenil went to rest, and he gladly did so.
Valenil is an Elf of Lorien. Galadriel adopted him when he was only but twenty years of age. He was brought up as a mighty warrior. He was trained by the March Warden Haldir as his faithful teacher. His great friend, Lhunagar, is from the formerly known Greenwood, but now known Mirkwood, the place Sauron camped his forces for a long while.
Helm's Deep. Valenil approached his friend, Deyuen, and asked her "Lle mela amin?" Since she did not answer, Valenil bid her farewell warmly and left for the keep of Helm's Deep with his Captain, and very own teacher, Haldir of Lorien.
Valenil marched towards the keep, wearing a scowl on his face like he usually wore before a battle that he knew they would win. He would never fear death, for his faith was strong in his Captain and Teacher. His formation was the second to the front line, close to the action. His gaze drifted to the large stone structure of Helm's Deep laying at the base of a hill on the horizon, evilly smiling at him.
They quickly arrived at the keep, and found out that Saruman's army was scheduled to arrive by nightfall, or earlier. He noticed it was still early in the day, but every second, the light faded, and the glory and feeling of victory faded in his heart with it. Lord Aragorn greeted them happily, glad to know that there was still a bond between the old alliances, saying, "Mae govannen. You are most welcome."
Valenil watched as the darkness completely faded. He heard as King Theoden called for any male capable of fighting, and put the women and youngest children inside the keep for safety. Everyone observed as the army came into arrow range and stopped. They watched from their posts on the wall as the Uruk-Hai pounded their spears against the ground in an act of intimidation. The men and Elves on the walls held perfectly still, not letting the loudness of the banging dampen their already soaked spirits. The rain was pouring as this all happened.
Valenil anxiously waited for Lord Aragorn's orders to shoot, but saw that an older man's arrow flew freely through the air, completely ending the attempted act of surprise against the Uruks. Everyone sighed loudly as they realized it was foiled.
Suddenly, Aragorn gave the orders to shoot, and Valenil quickly let go of the arrow he had fitted into his bow. He watched it soar through the air and pierce an Uruk's neck, killing it. He grabbed for another one, and shot it. Repeating this movement many times, his arrows were quickly spent. By that time, the Uruks were on their way up the walls on ladders and, like ants, filled up the empty spaces in the walls.
He pulled out his Elven blade and stabbed quite a lot of the enemy, watching them fall to the ground and lying in a pool of their black blood. His keen Elven senses alerted him of an Uruk coming up from behind him. He spun around and kicked him, then ran his blade through his neck, skewering it as he would a wild boar.
He suddenly felt a sharp jab in his thigh and felt the poison from the blade quickly running through his veins. He felt dizzy and fell backwards, but was caught by an Elf friend. He looked back to see his Mirkwood friend Legolas behind him. Valenil felt himself being drug into the keep by Legolas, and then saw his friend rush back into the battle quickly, not wanting to spare anymore time.
The blonde Elf felt excruciating pain where he was stabbed by the horrid creature. He felt himself drifting away into a dream. A bright light nearly blinded him as he heard the Lady Galadriel's voice as if singing a song to help him, but he couldn't not understand the words she was saying, but knew they were in Elvish and were soothing, for his pain in his leg immediately disappeared.
Valenil woke from the dream and heard a loud crash, and felt rumbling beneath him. People were shouting to fall back to the keep and that the wall had been breeched. He suddenly felt dizzy again, and fell unconscious again, back into the dream of Galadriel's voice.
When we woke again, it was a hazy day, and saw that the clouds were overcast. He was sitting up against a wall, and his leg was giving him pain again. He watched as Lord Aragorn approached him, a sad look in his eyes. I am sorry, Valenil, but the Lord Haldir has fallen in battle, right after the wall was breeched. I am sorry for your loss. If you wish, you may see him one last time before we are to leave. Follow Orophin and he will lead you there." Aragorn said.
He felt the tears welling in his eyes. The news was too much to bear. The only figure in his life he had seen as a father had been slain in battle. He could not believe it. "What is to become of me?" He asked Aragorn "You are to ride back with your people to Lothlorien, and tell of the news if you are needed." Aragorn replied, looking down at his leg, seeing it was fully healed now.
It was mid-day about a fortnight later when he arrived in Lothlorien again. He was surprised to see his best friend, Lhunagar, waiting there to see him again with his fiancé, Nuin El, with him.
He was mesmerized by the movements of the most beautiful Elf he had ever seen in his long life. She ran down the stairs to him and fell into his arms. She then looked up at him and whispered, "I have an answer to your question, Valenil. Yes, I do love you." Deyeun looked up at him still and kissed him lightly, then her father, Nassarul, walked down the stairs. He smiled and looked at his daughter. "She missed you greatly." He told Valenil. With a smile on his face, Nassarul requested that Valenil went to rest, and he gladly did so.