Author's Notes: This is only my second LOTR fic and it has yet to be
proofread by someone other than yours truly so feedback is definitely
welcome but please be kind. Like this story, I have a lot of others that
are work in progress so bear with me. The more reviews and comments I get,
the more I can write and the better the stories will be. Also, some of the
Elvish may be incorrect so I'd appreciate any help there too. This story is
a bit of a mix between book and movie-verse so there may be a few
inconsistencies as well. I call Aragorn Estel or Strider more often here
because I figured that to the Elves he is Estel as he was so named by his
mother (or was it Elrond o.O) But, to Shihaku and other humans he is the
Ranger named Strider. None of these characters save for those obviously not
created by the great Tolkien and since I am not profiting from this story
so don't sue me!
"//..//" denotes Elvish dialogue
Italics denote dream sequences or flashbacks (also Elvish words)
. denotes telepathic dialogue
Synopsis: Set before the Lord of the Rings books. On a hunting trip Legolas discovers an assassination plot for Estel for some humans apparently know he is Aragorn, the true heir of Gondor. But he is betrayed by a fellow Elf and as he rushes to warn his friend, he encounters a Ranger's aid who has more secrets hidden even from the Ranger herself. Will Legolas make it to Rivendell in time to warn his friend? And even if he does, will that be enough to save Estel?
THE SILVER LIGHT OF A WANING MOON
By Terra Forever
CHAPTER 4: Secrets Revealed on a Race to Rivendell
Shihaku stared at the wide-eyed Elf harshly as he gawked at her with awe and surprise. "I do not think this is the time to discuss that, son of Thranduil!"
Legolas nodded absently and took the offered hand. "Keep running!" The two raced down the rest Redhorn Gate, knowing well that to stop for but a moment could mean enough time for their enemies to catch up. An Elf! All this time she was an Elf, he thought, running. Shihaku's ears were clearly visible now that they were away from the snow and he wondered why he hadn't noticed it earlier.
In their great haste, the two had cut the normal length of time to traverse such a dangerous path in half. However, they still had quite a distance to go before they made it safely to the base of Caradhras. Though they were no longer running as fast as they were earlier in their journey, their speed was still quick and ever so graceful in the snow. While his discovery of Shihaku's identity overcame any other thought at first, now Legolas was beginning to feel the painful ache in his side. He pressed his hand tightly against the bleeding wound to try and stop the bleeding but it would not cease.
"Let me -"
"//Lau (no),//" Legolas shouted suddenly in Elvish, not letting Shihaku near him. She was surprised by the sound of his voice, the look in his eyes. He almost looked ready to strike her if she had moved a few inches closer to him. "We keep going until we reach the base."
"But-"
"We have a mission before us, Shihaku. I will not fail because of my weaknesses." With that, Legolas walked past the Ranger.
She stood there for a moment, just watching him. No, you will not fail because of your weakness, Legolas, for I see none. But, your good heart may bring you many troubles yet.
It was not for a few more hours, nearly half a day, that they could finally see the base of Caradhras. But, even when they finally stepped foot on solid ground void of any snow the two continued on. This time Legolas let Shihaku take his arm and drape it over her shoulder as they had done before. Finally taking more notice in the light footsteps they both shared, Legolas looked at the Elf beside him. "So you are really an Elf," mused Legolas. And for the first time he realized she really was far too fair and graceful to be a mere Ranger.
Shihaku gave him a quick, dark glance. "Elf I may seem, but Ranger I am still, Legolas."
The Prince looked at her. "A Ranger is a descendant of Isildur." He started to wonder if that meant she was a half elf in Isildur's line.
"You are in no position to question who I am and who I choose to be, Legolas Greenleaf."
Legolas saw that Shihaku was ready to throw him to the ground. "Forgive me; it is just a surprise. Why a Ranger?"
"It is how I have been brought up. I have no Elvish kin, only Rangers, so Ranger I am." Shihaku clamped her jaw tightly after saying her final word and realized that aside from Strider and the Rangers who raised her, Legolas was the first to know this. It felt odd telling him this but she guessed with him it was only a matter of time till he figured it out anyway. Although she wished it was later rather than sooner. This was no easy matter for her to speak of.
Legolas nodded. "And so Ranger you are. I see now why you are probably among the best. I also see why you know Elvish so well for it is in your blood." He guessed that the Rangers who brought her up were long since dead but she must have learned quickly and well. Much experience in the wild has taught her to be as good as she is now, he thought.
"."
"Why is it you hide something like this? Are you ashamed of being an Elf?"
"It is just not something I speak of," she snapped. "So this talk ends here and now else you will find yourself at the end of my sword."
Legolas stopped walking and turned to face Shihaku, his hands planted firmly on her shoulders. "It does not matter, your kin. You are Shihaku, a friend and ally." Legolas' voice trailed off when he looked into her blue eyes much like his own but reminiscent of another pair. Shihaku looked intently at Legolas wondering what he would say, why he paused. ".both," Legolas finished, breaking out of his spell. He had no idea why they suddenly seemed so familiar but either way there was something about her that nagged his mind. Why would I notice it now and not earlier, he thought, confused.
Upon hearing those words, Shihaku turned to face Legolas and searched for any sign of insincerity, but found none. "For someone lacking trust, you accepted this deceit well," she murmured.
Legolas shook his head. "This is not deceit merely in the sense of the word. I know that you hid your identity from me not because you are my enemy."
"Oh? How do you know this then? I thought you had long since grown wary of trusting others. I would think that this would lead you to lose your trust in me further - whatever little I might have gained."
"It is the look in your eyes that you have now. You cannot hide your true gaze when the moon shines upon it like this. And, you have my full trust and friendship." Shihaku hadn't expected her eyes to betray her like that. Though, she knew well that the moonlight and starlight made many things visible about her that she preferred to keep hidden. Forcing a smile he squeezed her shoulders and the two walked on again in silence. "It explains a lot of things though. So how old are you really since you are most likely not the teenager I thought you to be in a human sense."
". I do not know." Legolas was sorry he asked when he heard the solemn voice. "I was found in the Misty Mountains by three brothers, Rangers heading North. They brought me up and taught me much but because of who I am, I surpassed them in many ways." Legolas watched as Shihaku took something from her pouch and pulled her hair back, hiding her telling ears again as she tied her hair. "They were my family but their mortal lives ended far too quickly."
The Prince was about to ask her something but instead everything began to spin and he found the ground rushing up to meet him. "Legolas!" Shihaku grabbed him before he could fall and realized that the poison's effects were getting stronger; the Sindarin Elf had a fever. Why didn't she notice this sooner? What sort of Ranger was she now? "We should have stopped at the base instead of continuing into the night."
"No," whispered Legolas. "They might have caught up." He tried to sit up.
"Oh no. You've done enough for today. We camp here. It's well after dark anyway."
"We need to keep -"
"Shh. If you do not pace yourself the poison may very well claim you yet. You've spent your energy and for that I am sorry for it was my ill decision to cross Caradhras without stopping."
"Once we entered there was no stopping," Legolas shook his head gently. "Those fell creatures made sure of that. I never thought I'd say this but I am glad that Caradhras wanted us out instead of burying us alive there or leaving us at the mercy of its rage and the Orcs."
"Caradhras and I are even now," murmured Shihaku. Legolas looked at her but she said nothing more. "I will go get some food for the night. Stay here -though we are closer to Rivendell now, there are many dark evils that linger here still." With that Shihaku left him to his thoughts.
Legolas, ignoring the pain in his side, managed to find some firewood and built a small, low fire. Even though they had cut at least two days from their journey by crossing the Redhorn, Legolas knew that Norvelin was well ahead of them when they last parted. If he picks up his pace then they will surely reach Imladris before us. Legolas took a deep breath and slowly, carefully began to take off his tunic to see the wound for himself. In the firelight and moonlight he could see that it was far from improving still. Shihaku is right, this poison is slow but it does its share of damage. He was glad that they stopped. He didn't think he could go on much further like this for the night but he desperately wanted to warn Strider.
I can't believe she's an Elf, he thought again. I should have noticed it earlier. Then again, she's very good at hiding anything she wants. I do not doubt that Estel must know she is an Elf. They have known each other for long enough I'm sure. Legolas heard a creature out in the woods. It seemed rather large and he strained his ears to try and identify it. But, as he listened he heard the familiar sounds of a slight scuffle. Shihaku, he thought. Moments later his thoughts were confirmed: the Elven Ranger came back carrying a deer over her shoulder. Because she had used up all her arrows, she had to kill the deer with her sword.
We can't really eat much of it so I regret killing it but you need more energy," she told him. "How does your wound fair?"
"Norvelin's poison doesn't concern me. It is that traitorous Elf himself that brings worry to my heart. I have faith in Strider, but I do not know what trickery Norvelin has hidden up his sleeve. I do not even know who else he is allied to. Whoever it is has money and power to gain control of such a large number of hunters."
Shihaku nodded. "How long have you known Norvelin?"
"A while - at least a century or more. Long before I met Strider."
"Was someone planning ahead for the death of the heirs of Isildur whomever they may be and, being immortal, Norvelin has continued the plan? Or perhaps he just recently turned into the foul being that he now is?"
"I do not know, Shihaku, although, I mean to find out. Either way, Norvelin poses a great danger to us all. I do believe that he was good once, but something has forced him to go astray." Though he and Norvelin were not very close, they had gone on many hunts and many journeys together that made them comrades. To break such a bond was a grievous deed. Norvelin is of Lorien and Mirkwood both, thought Legolas. His family is well known to us, both sides of powerful houses. Why would he turn against his people like that? Money should not be a factor in this. but what else could it be?
Shihaku nodded and tended to his wound as best she could but she could not hide the grimace on her face. Legolas was lucky the wound is not worse than it was before. At least it seemed that way. I still do not understand the nature of this poison. But as she looked up at the paling face she had no doubt that it was deadly. When she finished, she helped Legolas replace his tunic. "Lay such ill thoughts to rest this night, Thranduilion for you will not rest well otherwise. I know it is easier said than done, but the less you concentrate on getting better and getting to Strider, the worse this wound will get." Shihaku gave Legolas a look that was supposed to frighten anyone, but instead he just looked deeply into her brilliant blue eyes and her face with its fair skin reflecting the light of the moon overhead. Her hair, as deep and dark as night itself helped only to make her seem as if from a dream even more. But the dried blood that still caked her head made it seem otherwise.
"You are hurt," Legolas remembered. He moved to help her with her wound, but Shihaku countered him, pushing him back against the tree trunk. "Shihaku-"
"I am fine, Legolas. It is but a scratch. I am of the Eldar as well do you not remember? If anything, I will heal much faster than you shall." Shihaku looked at the other Elf carefully and narrowed her eyes. The hand on Legolas' chest, rather close to his neck, moved slowly to his forehead. Shihaku's face darkened for there was no mistaking the rising temperature of the Elf's body. She took off her coat, wincing as she did so but luckily Legolas did not notice, and wrapped it around Legolas even though he refused it. "Legolas, stop this. You know as well as I that this poison is slowly getting the better of you. Even the few trees of this field are fearful of your condition." Though Shihaku's voice was stern and threatening, it was the slight pleading look in her blue eyes that made Legolas nod and take the cloak. When he was settled drinking an herbal tea Shihaku began to prepare their dinner. "Who could have access to the throne of Gondor aside from Isildur's heir?"
"There are many who could claim it I guess," murmured Legolas, "but the world of Men is a mystery to me. They work in rather odd ways sometimes and conduct things unusual to Elves. I do not doubt that the politics regarding the throne are much clouded with greed and corruption."
"I do not doubt that. Strider himself did not want to be part of it so he left. But, he needs to know that Gondor will one day need him. Nay, I think the race of Man will need him in the future."
Legolas only nodded. "I know that you are a Ranger more than an Elf, but have you ever thought of trying to find your family?"
"No. Even if I knew that they lived what good will it do to either of us? The child they bore is now dead for I am most likely not quite what they intended for their daughter. I have no ties to anything but Middle Earth as a whole. I travel alone with only my own thoughts and my own burdens. I am not about to change that now."
". But wouldn't you think your family would be rid of their grief if they knew that you lived?"
"Only to grieve again when I leave? They will not be happy that I have chosen to live among men and side with them. Though Elves and Men are not entirely at odds, the Last Alliances was ages ago and it has long since been broken. I do not need to explain to you the rancor between them. Nay, I may only bring shame upon my family if they knew. Tis better this way, Prince. Think about your own affairs and I shall tend to mine -you may live longer that way."
"You will be accepted in Rivendel," he said, searching her eyes. "Even in Lorien or Mirkwood you will be accepted."
"." Shihaku handed him some cooked meat. "Eat and rest. Recover your strength, Prince, for the day will be long tomorrow. We must move quickly if we are to pass Norvelin. They travel on horses and while we have cut our journey by a day or more, the tide can turn to either side."
Though she knew Legolas was already giving signs of dozing, Shihaku washed her face. She put a small poultice on the cut on her forehead but because the wound was not too serious, it did not worry her much. The one on her side was a little different. Afraid Legolas might wake and find her wounded Shihaku climbed up one of the trees a short distance away so she could still watch over the Prince but could not be seen herself. She lifted her shirt and grit her teeth. The wound was not terribly deep but it stung and she was angry at herself for having gotten it in the first place. Am I that rusty? Thank goodness Legolas did not notice otherwise I would not hear the end of it. She looked at the Prince and admired him a little more when she realized how strong he must be to continue on despite the obvious pain he was in. And here I am complaining about a scratch. When she finished, Shihaku returned to her place by Legolas with her eyes open and watching everything around her, hearing every sound in her long, range. Sighing she turned to Legolas whose eyes she could feel watching her. "For an Elf who nearly passed out you are rather awake tonight."
"Forgive me, I do not mean to be bother but I cannot sleep," Legolas replied smiling. Few would have noticed that he had been awake. He expected nothing less from the Ranger. "Perhaps. if you would sing me a lullaby, Shihaku..." The other Elf looked at Legolas and he could see the dark look on her face. "Though you wear it more often than not, that scowl does not become you, Shihaku. Perhaps a smile would better fit your face."
"I can make you sleep, Prince, if that is what you want, though I do not know how well you will feel in the morning" retorted the Ranger.
"What song then will you sing to me?"
Shihaku gave Legolas a less than friendly look. She had no idea what had gotten into Legolas. He was tired and ready to sleep when they finished eating and now he was wide awake. The Prince did not even seem to be as tired as he was, nor injured for that matter. She admired the strength within him and wondered if it was strength or stupidity. Surprising both of them, she began to hum a tune eventually adding words from a song she learned long ago from her brothers.
A beautiful voice, thought Legolas, looking up at Shihaku then the stars. She has the melody of nature itself. "You could put even the worst creatures to sleep, Shihaku with a voice as beautiful as yours," he murmured.
Shihaku shook her head and continued to sing watching as Legolas drifted to sleep. Sleep well Prince for I can imagine that the next day will be troublesome for you. When she was satisfied that Legolas was resting peacefully she looked up at the moon. "Danger and evil are brewing. what role do we all play in this?" she asked aloud to the sky.
~~~~~~~ The next day was as hard as Shihaku had foretold. They were getting close to Rivendell but Legolas could no longer keep up his regular pace. He needed to rest more often and Legolas could feel his legs ready to give out from underneath him. When Shihaku tried to get him to rest he pointed out that she should be resting and caring for her own wounds, revealing to her that he knew of her actions the night before, the ones she tried to hide. But the Ranger countered by stating that she was far healthier than he at this point and such small scathes would heal without a problem no longer than two days. They bantered on a little more but eventually, Legolas saved his strength and breath for the long and painful journey still ahead of them. Shihaku looked at him worriedly. Caradhras had taken everything out of him, she thought. Now he is at the mercy of this poison and his wound. Norvelin will undoubtedly reach Imladris before us at this rate. Rivendell is still many days away.
After many hours of constant traveling, Legolas shook his head and leaned against a tree, his breath raspy. "There is no way we shall reach Rivendell before Norvelin," sighed the fair Elf. Legolas pressed his hand to his side and felt the gash through the bandages and his clothing. He knew that he was lucky for the poison was slow in overtaking him rather than some other poisons he had seen at work. But, it was draining him with every passing moment now. I do not care, he thought. I must move on and warn Estel!
Shihaku looked at the Elf and pressed her hand on his forehead. "Your fever has yet to break and I fear it will only get worse at this rate." He could see the worry in her eyes. Seeing Legolas staring at her she realized the emotions she revealed and quickly masked them.
"You will have to deliver the message yourself," Legolas finally said, though it obviously pained him.
"What? Don't be foolish Prince. You have come this far. Rivendell awaits us."
"You know that I will only slow us down. I should have let you go ahead in the first place."
Shihaku snorted at his words. "You lie to yourself. You still doubt me Prince - whatever you may think. If I have to carry you there, we will arrive in Rivendell to warn Strider together."
Legolas opened his mouth to argue but she held up her hand. He would have ignored her if her countenance hadn't changed. He was not sure what it told him but for a moment he saw a spark in her blue eyes. "What is it?"
Shihaku shook her head. "Stay here. I will be quick." Legolas had no time to reply because she had already run off. He watched as she disappeared and though he meant to stay, he decided to follow her. It wasn't that he didn't trust her, but he wanted to know what almost brought a smile too her lips. When he found Shihaku Legolas' eyes widened at the sight.
A stray brown steed, fair and strong seemed to dance with Shihaku as she beckoned it toward her. He watched in silent awe as she patted its nose, running her hands through its thick, black mane. Though he could not understand her words, she spoke as if in song with her melodic voice. Shihaku's countenance had softened and a rare smile touched her lips. She did not seem so menacing now as she usually did for the heavy eyes gave way for soft ones. To Legolas she looked too beautiful to be a mere Ranger; more Elf-like was she now than any other time he had ever seen her. If clothed in the robes of an Imladris maiden, she reminds me much of Arwen, he thought.
Shihaku walked toward Legolas knowing well that he was watching her but not caring. She thought more that perhaps Illuvatar is still watching over them after all. Though her countenance was serious again, there was an unmistakable spark in her eyes. "This mighty steed decided that he will help us on our journey and travel as far as the borders of Rivendell."
Legolas smiled and patted the horse. "Many thanks to you." He turned to her. "So it seems you can speak to horses as well."
"." Shihaku said nothing and turned instead to the horse. It whinnied as if prodding her to reply. "I can communicate with several animals it seems."
"A wonderful gift, Shihaku, worthy of an Elf and a Ranger both."
"Come, let us not tarry any longer," Shihaku said, brushing aside the compliment. Quickly jumping onto the horse's back she held out her hand and helped Legolas to sit behind her. He grunted at the effort, feeling his side stretch but thankfully the wound did not tear. He wrapped his arms tightly around her waist just as a wave of nausea threatened to claim him. Shihaku put her hand over his and squeezed it as if to offer support. Legolas leaned on her slightly and a knot formed on his brow as he fought to stay conscious. "Noro lim!" she cried.
For days they did not stop unless it was absolutely necessary. Those few times, Shihaku did what she could to help bring down Legolas' fever and soothe the growing pain in his side. But, she knew that only food, rest, and more care would do so - all things that were far from available. He was growing paler by the day and a knot of fear grew inside her eased only slightly by the Elf's strong will to live. He leaned on her more now when they rode and while one hand clasped tightly the horse's mane, Shihaku's other hand held Legolas' arms tightly to her.
The horse seemed to know well the urgency of its riders' task and that one of his riders was injured. When they stopped, the horse was never far from Legolas' side as if to offer safety and warmth to the Prince. He was quite determined not to let the Elf die as long as he was strong enough to carry Legolas and the Ranger.
"Rivendell," whispered Shihaku when she saw the Last Homely Haven laid out before her. "Imladris." Finally!
Legolas raised his head and looked at the Ranger's countenance. He had never seen anything amaze her before and now she was frozen. "What is the matter? Does something ail you?"
Breaking away from the beauty of the Elven haven, she turned to him with a look of confusion Legolas would never expect to find on Shihaku's face. "I have never been to Rivendell. This is closer than I have ever come before."
Legolas did not hide his surprise but he said nothing. The awe was obvious in her eyes for there was never an Elven kingdom that did not elicit some sort of wonder. He put his hand over hers and held it tightly. "There is nothing to worry about. You will be welcomed here."
"Nay, it is not that. There is something about this place I feel but cannot understand. It is filled with sadness for me." Taking a deep breath she regained her composure mentally chiding herself for losing it in the first place. This is madness, she thought. I am becoming too soft. There is no time to waste! "We dismount here and walk the rest of the way. This horse is not meant for anything but the wild. Will you be able to go on?" Legolas nodded and dismounted first, slowly and carefully. As Shihaku dismounted after him he held out her hand and she unnaturally accepted. As they walked forward Shihaku brought her hood over her head, creating a dark shadow over her face as she lowered it further over her eyes.
When they reached the gates to the House of Elrond, Legolas led them around to the main gardens where there would be no guards. He suddenly moved as if he was no longer ailing from any injuries, surprising Shihaku. No longer were his strides slow and heavy but nimble and light again. As they neared the gardens Arwen Undomiel herself tended to with much love and care, they noticed two figures in the gardens, one of an Elven maiden and another of a human.
Where else would they be, thought Legolas with a knowing smile. "Quickly!" He took Shihaku's hand and pulled her toward the other two. Being in Rivendell was enough to give the Elf renewed energy. It was his home away from home and here the warm and welcoming trees and earth shared their energy to aid the Prince. Despite the speed at which they ran, Shihaku took in every spectacle of Imladris falling in love instantly almost sorry she never came sooner.
Arwen heard them coming first long before they even reached the garden for Legolas' footsteps were familiar to her. The other set of light footsteps she did not recognize. She turned and saw them coming and Estel looked in the same direction. He eventually came to sense them as well. Though he did not see her face, her clothes and gait were easily recognizable. "Shihaku," he murmured, surprised more by her arrival than that of the Elven Prince. He had not seen her in years and the fact that she was within Imladris' boundaries shocked him more still. "Legolas -what brings you here?" Arwen was even more surprised to see the Ranger Shihaku knowing little about the Ranger aside from some brief stories Estel had shared with her. It was well known that Shihaku did her best to avoid Imladris.
"Ill tidings, Estel," came Legolas' quick response. He turned to Arwen. "Arwen, I ask that you call for a secret council with your father. Estel's life is in danger." Arwen nodded and rushed to the house in search of her Father and brothers. But as she ran she did not miss the ashen countenance of her friend. She knew it was not just from exhaustion from an obviously rushed journey to Rivendell and she feared what might be ailing him. As she rounded a corner of the hall, she recounted the image of Legolas just now and finally noticed the dark stain of blood on his tunic. She ran even faster.
Aragorn watched Arwen leave and then turned to the two. He saw that Legolas was not well. "What is wrong my friend?"
"I will save it for the council but you are in danger, Estel," said Legolas. He knew Estel was asking more about his sick pallor and his bloodstained shirt but that was not important now. From the look in his eyes, Estel knew Legolas was not going to say anything more.
Estel turned to Shihaku for an explanation of her part in all this. "I found him in need of some aid from the very party that wishes you ill will," replied the other Ranger knowing what Estel was thinking. "He needs Elrond's powers. There is a poison that flows in him we know little of." Estel could not hide his surprise. There was little about poisons that Shihaku did not know of.
"That can wait," said Legolas, breathing heavily still. "Our news takes precedence." Though her face lay hidden under hood, he could still feel her heavy glare.
"Come, I'm sure Elrond is waiting for us now," said Aragorn. He turned to Shihaku.
"Do not concern yourself with me, Strider," she replied already knowing his unasked question. Estel knew better than to argue but he was still worried about her. Though he did not know why she was so adamant about staying far from The Last Homely House, he feared what consequences may follow from her presence there.
The three rushed inside and met with the Lord Elrond Peredhil and his sons and daughter. Legolas quickly told them of the plot he had uncovered and Aragorn's eyes narrowed. This was definitely ill news. The rest of Elrond's house had faces much like his. "That is enough," Shihaku cut in before anyone could reply to Legolas' news. "Lord Elrond," she bowed slightly. "The Prince is ill and is in need of your services yet he does not wish to admit to it."
Elrond nodded having noticed this but he knew Legolas' stubbornness would not allow for any aid until he was finished. The Lord of Imladris stood up, walking slowly toward them. That voice, he thought, it sounds oddly familiar. "In all this commotion, I did not even notice you, Ranger. What is your name?" To hear that Elrond did not notice the Ranger came as a surprise to the small council save for Estel who knew well that Shihaku kept anything about herself hidden unless she wanted it to be seen.
"Shihaku is the name I have been given," replied the Ranger.
"I ask that I see the face of a mellon." Shihaku nodded and removed the hood slowly. The House of Elrond Peredhil froze. "Celesilme Faelithildin," he whispered. Aragorn and Legolas looked at him quizzically but it seemed Elladan, Elrohir, and Arwen knew well what he spoke of. "My youngest daughter, I thought you dead years ago."
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Ok well that's the fourth chapter guys. more to come still. Thanks for all the wonderful reviews! I feel so special and loved! Um, ok I'm having issues with Shihaku's Elvish name. Celesilme is a break down of
Cele- from Celeb meaning "silver" in Sindarin
Silme - from Isilme meaning "moonlight/starlight" in Quenya.
I really like Celesilme as a name but I feel bad that it is a mix of Sindarin and Quenya. My two other options for names are:
1) Cele(b)miriel - literally means silver sparkling but would be thought of as: Sparkling Silver because Mirielcele(b) didn't catch my fancy
2) Cele(b)ithildin - Silver Moondust/Stardust
Also the rest of her name: Faelithildin is Brilliant Starmoon/stardust; Fael= Brilliant and Ithildin= the magical substance seen only under light of the stars or the moon. I was considering just keeping it Ithildin but I don't know yet. Cause if I choose #2, then that'd be too repetitive.so *shrug* Help!
So, what would you guys prefer? I'm not going to guarantee that the most votes or whatever you want to call them will mean that name will be chosen, I'm just looking for input. It may stay Celesilme but maybe not. You guys are more than welcome to suggest your own ideas for names Sindarin or Quenya. I was just going for the whole "silver light" deal (hence the title). Thanks for your help!
"//..//" denotes Elvish dialogue
Italics denote dream sequences or flashbacks (also Elvish words)
. denotes telepathic dialogue
Synopsis: Set before the Lord of the Rings books. On a hunting trip Legolas discovers an assassination plot for Estel for some humans apparently know he is Aragorn, the true heir of Gondor. But he is betrayed by a fellow Elf and as he rushes to warn his friend, he encounters a Ranger's aid who has more secrets hidden even from the Ranger herself. Will Legolas make it to Rivendell in time to warn his friend? And even if he does, will that be enough to save Estel?
THE SILVER LIGHT OF A WANING MOON
By Terra Forever
CHAPTER 4: Secrets Revealed on a Race to Rivendell
Shihaku stared at the wide-eyed Elf harshly as he gawked at her with awe and surprise. "I do not think this is the time to discuss that, son of Thranduil!"
Legolas nodded absently and took the offered hand. "Keep running!" The two raced down the rest Redhorn Gate, knowing well that to stop for but a moment could mean enough time for their enemies to catch up. An Elf! All this time she was an Elf, he thought, running. Shihaku's ears were clearly visible now that they were away from the snow and he wondered why he hadn't noticed it earlier.
In their great haste, the two had cut the normal length of time to traverse such a dangerous path in half. However, they still had quite a distance to go before they made it safely to the base of Caradhras. Though they were no longer running as fast as they were earlier in their journey, their speed was still quick and ever so graceful in the snow. While his discovery of Shihaku's identity overcame any other thought at first, now Legolas was beginning to feel the painful ache in his side. He pressed his hand tightly against the bleeding wound to try and stop the bleeding but it would not cease.
"Let me -"
"//Lau (no),//" Legolas shouted suddenly in Elvish, not letting Shihaku near him. She was surprised by the sound of his voice, the look in his eyes. He almost looked ready to strike her if she had moved a few inches closer to him. "We keep going until we reach the base."
"But-"
"We have a mission before us, Shihaku. I will not fail because of my weaknesses." With that, Legolas walked past the Ranger.
She stood there for a moment, just watching him. No, you will not fail because of your weakness, Legolas, for I see none. But, your good heart may bring you many troubles yet.
It was not for a few more hours, nearly half a day, that they could finally see the base of Caradhras. But, even when they finally stepped foot on solid ground void of any snow the two continued on. This time Legolas let Shihaku take his arm and drape it over her shoulder as they had done before. Finally taking more notice in the light footsteps they both shared, Legolas looked at the Elf beside him. "So you are really an Elf," mused Legolas. And for the first time he realized she really was far too fair and graceful to be a mere Ranger.
Shihaku gave him a quick, dark glance. "Elf I may seem, but Ranger I am still, Legolas."
The Prince looked at her. "A Ranger is a descendant of Isildur." He started to wonder if that meant she was a half elf in Isildur's line.
"You are in no position to question who I am and who I choose to be, Legolas Greenleaf."
Legolas saw that Shihaku was ready to throw him to the ground. "Forgive me; it is just a surprise. Why a Ranger?"
"It is how I have been brought up. I have no Elvish kin, only Rangers, so Ranger I am." Shihaku clamped her jaw tightly after saying her final word and realized that aside from Strider and the Rangers who raised her, Legolas was the first to know this. It felt odd telling him this but she guessed with him it was only a matter of time till he figured it out anyway. Although she wished it was later rather than sooner. This was no easy matter for her to speak of.
Legolas nodded. "And so Ranger you are. I see now why you are probably among the best. I also see why you know Elvish so well for it is in your blood." He guessed that the Rangers who brought her up were long since dead but she must have learned quickly and well. Much experience in the wild has taught her to be as good as she is now, he thought.
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"Why is it you hide something like this? Are you ashamed of being an Elf?"
"It is just not something I speak of," she snapped. "So this talk ends here and now else you will find yourself at the end of my sword."
Legolas stopped walking and turned to face Shihaku, his hands planted firmly on her shoulders. "It does not matter, your kin. You are Shihaku, a friend and ally." Legolas' voice trailed off when he looked into her blue eyes much like his own but reminiscent of another pair. Shihaku looked intently at Legolas wondering what he would say, why he paused. ".both," Legolas finished, breaking out of his spell. He had no idea why they suddenly seemed so familiar but either way there was something about her that nagged his mind. Why would I notice it now and not earlier, he thought, confused.
Upon hearing those words, Shihaku turned to face Legolas and searched for any sign of insincerity, but found none. "For someone lacking trust, you accepted this deceit well," she murmured.
Legolas shook his head. "This is not deceit merely in the sense of the word. I know that you hid your identity from me not because you are my enemy."
"Oh? How do you know this then? I thought you had long since grown wary of trusting others. I would think that this would lead you to lose your trust in me further - whatever little I might have gained."
"It is the look in your eyes that you have now. You cannot hide your true gaze when the moon shines upon it like this. And, you have my full trust and friendship." Shihaku hadn't expected her eyes to betray her like that. Though, she knew well that the moonlight and starlight made many things visible about her that she preferred to keep hidden. Forcing a smile he squeezed her shoulders and the two walked on again in silence. "It explains a lot of things though. So how old are you really since you are most likely not the teenager I thought you to be in a human sense."
". I do not know." Legolas was sorry he asked when he heard the solemn voice. "I was found in the Misty Mountains by three brothers, Rangers heading North. They brought me up and taught me much but because of who I am, I surpassed them in many ways." Legolas watched as Shihaku took something from her pouch and pulled her hair back, hiding her telling ears again as she tied her hair. "They were my family but their mortal lives ended far too quickly."
The Prince was about to ask her something but instead everything began to spin and he found the ground rushing up to meet him. "Legolas!" Shihaku grabbed him before he could fall and realized that the poison's effects were getting stronger; the Sindarin Elf had a fever. Why didn't she notice this sooner? What sort of Ranger was she now? "We should have stopped at the base instead of continuing into the night."
"No," whispered Legolas. "They might have caught up." He tried to sit up.
"Oh no. You've done enough for today. We camp here. It's well after dark anyway."
"We need to keep -"
"Shh. If you do not pace yourself the poison may very well claim you yet. You've spent your energy and for that I am sorry for it was my ill decision to cross Caradhras without stopping."
"Once we entered there was no stopping," Legolas shook his head gently. "Those fell creatures made sure of that. I never thought I'd say this but I am glad that Caradhras wanted us out instead of burying us alive there or leaving us at the mercy of its rage and the Orcs."
"Caradhras and I are even now," murmured Shihaku. Legolas looked at her but she said nothing more. "I will go get some food for the night. Stay here -though we are closer to Rivendell now, there are many dark evils that linger here still." With that Shihaku left him to his thoughts.
Legolas, ignoring the pain in his side, managed to find some firewood and built a small, low fire. Even though they had cut at least two days from their journey by crossing the Redhorn, Legolas knew that Norvelin was well ahead of them when they last parted. If he picks up his pace then they will surely reach Imladris before us. Legolas took a deep breath and slowly, carefully began to take off his tunic to see the wound for himself. In the firelight and moonlight he could see that it was far from improving still. Shihaku is right, this poison is slow but it does its share of damage. He was glad that they stopped. He didn't think he could go on much further like this for the night but he desperately wanted to warn Strider.
I can't believe she's an Elf, he thought again. I should have noticed it earlier. Then again, she's very good at hiding anything she wants. I do not doubt that Estel must know she is an Elf. They have known each other for long enough I'm sure. Legolas heard a creature out in the woods. It seemed rather large and he strained his ears to try and identify it. But, as he listened he heard the familiar sounds of a slight scuffle. Shihaku, he thought. Moments later his thoughts were confirmed: the Elven Ranger came back carrying a deer over her shoulder. Because she had used up all her arrows, she had to kill the deer with her sword.
We can't really eat much of it so I regret killing it but you need more energy," she told him. "How does your wound fair?"
"Norvelin's poison doesn't concern me. It is that traitorous Elf himself that brings worry to my heart. I have faith in Strider, but I do not know what trickery Norvelin has hidden up his sleeve. I do not even know who else he is allied to. Whoever it is has money and power to gain control of such a large number of hunters."
Shihaku nodded. "How long have you known Norvelin?"
"A while - at least a century or more. Long before I met Strider."
"Was someone planning ahead for the death of the heirs of Isildur whomever they may be and, being immortal, Norvelin has continued the plan? Or perhaps he just recently turned into the foul being that he now is?"
"I do not know, Shihaku, although, I mean to find out. Either way, Norvelin poses a great danger to us all. I do believe that he was good once, but something has forced him to go astray." Though he and Norvelin were not very close, they had gone on many hunts and many journeys together that made them comrades. To break such a bond was a grievous deed. Norvelin is of Lorien and Mirkwood both, thought Legolas. His family is well known to us, both sides of powerful houses. Why would he turn against his people like that? Money should not be a factor in this. but what else could it be?
Shihaku nodded and tended to his wound as best she could but she could not hide the grimace on her face. Legolas was lucky the wound is not worse than it was before. At least it seemed that way. I still do not understand the nature of this poison. But as she looked up at the paling face she had no doubt that it was deadly. When she finished, she helped Legolas replace his tunic. "Lay such ill thoughts to rest this night, Thranduilion for you will not rest well otherwise. I know it is easier said than done, but the less you concentrate on getting better and getting to Strider, the worse this wound will get." Shihaku gave Legolas a look that was supposed to frighten anyone, but instead he just looked deeply into her brilliant blue eyes and her face with its fair skin reflecting the light of the moon overhead. Her hair, as deep and dark as night itself helped only to make her seem as if from a dream even more. But the dried blood that still caked her head made it seem otherwise.
"You are hurt," Legolas remembered. He moved to help her with her wound, but Shihaku countered him, pushing him back against the tree trunk. "Shihaku-"
"I am fine, Legolas. It is but a scratch. I am of the Eldar as well do you not remember? If anything, I will heal much faster than you shall." Shihaku looked at the other Elf carefully and narrowed her eyes. The hand on Legolas' chest, rather close to his neck, moved slowly to his forehead. Shihaku's face darkened for there was no mistaking the rising temperature of the Elf's body. She took off her coat, wincing as she did so but luckily Legolas did not notice, and wrapped it around Legolas even though he refused it. "Legolas, stop this. You know as well as I that this poison is slowly getting the better of you. Even the few trees of this field are fearful of your condition." Though Shihaku's voice was stern and threatening, it was the slight pleading look in her blue eyes that made Legolas nod and take the cloak. When he was settled drinking an herbal tea Shihaku began to prepare their dinner. "Who could have access to the throne of Gondor aside from Isildur's heir?"
"There are many who could claim it I guess," murmured Legolas, "but the world of Men is a mystery to me. They work in rather odd ways sometimes and conduct things unusual to Elves. I do not doubt that the politics regarding the throne are much clouded with greed and corruption."
"I do not doubt that. Strider himself did not want to be part of it so he left. But, he needs to know that Gondor will one day need him. Nay, I think the race of Man will need him in the future."
Legolas only nodded. "I know that you are a Ranger more than an Elf, but have you ever thought of trying to find your family?"
"No. Even if I knew that they lived what good will it do to either of us? The child they bore is now dead for I am most likely not quite what they intended for their daughter. I have no ties to anything but Middle Earth as a whole. I travel alone with only my own thoughts and my own burdens. I am not about to change that now."
". But wouldn't you think your family would be rid of their grief if they knew that you lived?"
"Only to grieve again when I leave? They will not be happy that I have chosen to live among men and side with them. Though Elves and Men are not entirely at odds, the Last Alliances was ages ago and it has long since been broken. I do not need to explain to you the rancor between them. Nay, I may only bring shame upon my family if they knew. Tis better this way, Prince. Think about your own affairs and I shall tend to mine -you may live longer that way."
"You will be accepted in Rivendel," he said, searching her eyes. "Even in Lorien or Mirkwood you will be accepted."
"." Shihaku handed him some cooked meat. "Eat and rest. Recover your strength, Prince, for the day will be long tomorrow. We must move quickly if we are to pass Norvelin. They travel on horses and while we have cut our journey by a day or more, the tide can turn to either side."
Though she knew Legolas was already giving signs of dozing, Shihaku washed her face. She put a small poultice on the cut on her forehead but because the wound was not too serious, it did not worry her much. The one on her side was a little different. Afraid Legolas might wake and find her wounded Shihaku climbed up one of the trees a short distance away so she could still watch over the Prince but could not be seen herself. She lifted her shirt and grit her teeth. The wound was not terribly deep but it stung and she was angry at herself for having gotten it in the first place. Am I that rusty? Thank goodness Legolas did not notice otherwise I would not hear the end of it. She looked at the Prince and admired him a little more when she realized how strong he must be to continue on despite the obvious pain he was in. And here I am complaining about a scratch. When she finished, Shihaku returned to her place by Legolas with her eyes open and watching everything around her, hearing every sound in her long, range. Sighing she turned to Legolas whose eyes she could feel watching her. "For an Elf who nearly passed out you are rather awake tonight."
"Forgive me, I do not mean to be bother but I cannot sleep," Legolas replied smiling. Few would have noticed that he had been awake. He expected nothing less from the Ranger. "Perhaps. if you would sing me a lullaby, Shihaku..." The other Elf looked at Legolas and he could see the dark look on her face. "Though you wear it more often than not, that scowl does not become you, Shihaku. Perhaps a smile would better fit your face."
"I can make you sleep, Prince, if that is what you want, though I do not know how well you will feel in the morning" retorted the Ranger.
"What song then will you sing to me?"
Shihaku gave Legolas a less than friendly look. She had no idea what had gotten into Legolas. He was tired and ready to sleep when they finished eating and now he was wide awake. The Prince did not even seem to be as tired as he was, nor injured for that matter. She admired the strength within him and wondered if it was strength or stupidity. Surprising both of them, she began to hum a tune eventually adding words from a song she learned long ago from her brothers.
A beautiful voice, thought Legolas, looking up at Shihaku then the stars. She has the melody of nature itself. "You could put even the worst creatures to sleep, Shihaku with a voice as beautiful as yours," he murmured.
Shihaku shook her head and continued to sing watching as Legolas drifted to sleep. Sleep well Prince for I can imagine that the next day will be troublesome for you. When she was satisfied that Legolas was resting peacefully she looked up at the moon. "Danger and evil are brewing. what role do we all play in this?" she asked aloud to the sky.
~~~~~~~ The next day was as hard as Shihaku had foretold. They were getting close to Rivendell but Legolas could no longer keep up his regular pace. He needed to rest more often and Legolas could feel his legs ready to give out from underneath him. When Shihaku tried to get him to rest he pointed out that she should be resting and caring for her own wounds, revealing to her that he knew of her actions the night before, the ones she tried to hide. But the Ranger countered by stating that she was far healthier than he at this point and such small scathes would heal without a problem no longer than two days. They bantered on a little more but eventually, Legolas saved his strength and breath for the long and painful journey still ahead of them. Shihaku looked at him worriedly. Caradhras had taken everything out of him, she thought. Now he is at the mercy of this poison and his wound. Norvelin will undoubtedly reach Imladris before us at this rate. Rivendell is still many days away.
After many hours of constant traveling, Legolas shook his head and leaned against a tree, his breath raspy. "There is no way we shall reach Rivendell before Norvelin," sighed the fair Elf. Legolas pressed his hand to his side and felt the gash through the bandages and his clothing. He knew that he was lucky for the poison was slow in overtaking him rather than some other poisons he had seen at work. But, it was draining him with every passing moment now. I do not care, he thought. I must move on and warn Estel!
Shihaku looked at the Elf and pressed her hand on his forehead. "Your fever has yet to break and I fear it will only get worse at this rate." He could see the worry in her eyes. Seeing Legolas staring at her she realized the emotions she revealed and quickly masked them.
"You will have to deliver the message yourself," Legolas finally said, though it obviously pained him.
"What? Don't be foolish Prince. You have come this far. Rivendell awaits us."
"You know that I will only slow us down. I should have let you go ahead in the first place."
Shihaku snorted at his words. "You lie to yourself. You still doubt me Prince - whatever you may think. If I have to carry you there, we will arrive in Rivendell to warn Strider together."
Legolas opened his mouth to argue but she held up her hand. He would have ignored her if her countenance hadn't changed. He was not sure what it told him but for a moment he saw a spark in her blue eyes. "What is it?"
Shihaku shook her head. "Stay here. I will be quick." Legolas had no time to reply because she had already run off. He watched as she disappeared and though he meant to stay, he decided to follow her. It wasn't that he didn't trust her, but he wanted to know what almost brought a smile too her lips. When he found Shihaku Legolas' eyes widened at the sight.
A stray brown steed, fair and strong seemed to dance with Shihaku as she beckoned it toward her. He watched in silent awe as she patted its nose, running her hands through its thick, black mane. Though he could not understand her words, she spoke as if in song with her melodic voice. Shihaku's countenance had softened and a rare smile touched her lips. She did not seem so menacing now as she usually did for the heavy eyes gave way for soft ones. To Legolas she looked too beautiful to be a mere Ranger; more Elf-like was she now than any other time he had ever seen her. If clothed in the robes of an Imladris maiden, she reminds me much of Arwen, he thought.
Shihaku walked toward Legolas knowing well that he was watching her but not caring. She thought more that perhaps Illuvatar is still watching over them after all. Though her countenance was serious again, there was an unmistakable spark in her eyes. "This mighty steed decided that he will help us on our journey and travel as far as the borders of Rivendell."
Legolas smiled and patted the horse. "Many thanks to you." He turned to her. "So it seems you can speak to horses as well."
"." Shihaku said nothing and turned instead to the horse. It whinnied as if prodding her to reply. "I can communicate with several animals it seems."
"A wonderful gift, Shihaku, worthy of an Elf and a Ranger both."
"Come, let us not tarry any longer," Shihaku said, brushing aside the compliment. Quickly jumping onto the horse's back she held out her hand and helped Legolas to sit behind her. He grunted at the effort, feeling his side stretch but thankfully the wound did not tear. He wrapped his arms tightly around her waist just as a wave of nausea threatened to claim him. Shihaku put her hand over his and squeezed it as if to offer support. Legolas leaned on her slightly and a knot formed on his brow as he fought to stay conscious. "Noro lim!" she cried.
For days they did not stop unless it was absolutely necessary. Those few times, Shihaku did what she could to help bring down Legolas' fever and soothe the growing pain in his side. But, she knew that only food, rest, and more care would do so - all things that were far from available. He was growing paler by the day and a knot of fear grew inside her eased only slightly by the Elf's strong will to live. He leaned on her more now when they rode and while one hand clasped tightly the horse's mane, Shihaku's other hand held Legolas' arms tightly to her.
The horse seemed to know well the urgency of its riders' task and that one of his riders was injured. When they stopped, the horse was never far from Legolas' side as if to offer safety and warmth to the Prince. He was quite determined not to let the Elf die as long as he was strong enough to carry Legolas and the Ranger.
"Rivendell," whispered Shihaku when she saw the Last Homely Haven laid out before her. "Imladris." Finally!
Legolas raised his head and looked at the Ranger's countenance. He had never seen anything amaze her before and now she was frozen. "What is the matter? Does something ail you?"
Breaking away from the beauty of the Elven haven, she turned to him with a look of confusion Legolas would never expect to find on Shihaku's face. "I have never been to Rivendell. This is closer than I have ever come before."
Legolas did not hide his surprise but he said nothing. The awe was obvious in her eyes for there was never an Elven kingdom that did not elicit some sort of wonder. He put his hand over hers and held it tightly. "There is nothing to worry about. You will be welcomed here."
"Nay, it is not that. There is something about this place I feel but cannot understand. It is filled with sadness for me." Taking a deep breath she regained her composure mentally chiding herself for losing it in the first place. This is madness, she thought. I am becoming too soft. There is no time to waste! "We dismount here and walk the rest of the way. This horse is not meant for anything but the wild. Will you be able to go on?" Legolas nodded and dismounted first, slowly and carefully. As Shihaku dismounted after him he held out her hand and she unnaturally accepted. As they walked forward Shihaku brought her hood over her head, creating a dark shadow over her face as she lowered it further over her eyes.
When they reached the gates to the House of Elrond, Legolas led them around to the main gardens where there would be no guards. He suddenly moved as if he was no longer ailing from any injuries, surprising Shihaku. No longer were his strides slow and heavy but nimble and light again. As they neared the gardens Arwen Undomiel herself tended to with much love and care, they noticed two figures in the gardens, one of an Elven maiden and another of a human.
Where else would they be, thought Legolas with a knowing smile. "Quickly!" He took Shihaku's hand and pulled her toward the other two. Being in Rivendell was enough to give the Elf renewed energy. It was his home away from home and here the warm and welcoming trees and earth shared their energy to aid the Prince. Despite the speed at which they ran, Shihaku took in every spectacle of Imladris falling in love instantly almost sorry she never came sooner.
Arwen heard them coming first long before they even reached the garden for Legolas' footsteps were familiar to her. The other set of light footsteps she did not recognize. She turned and saw them coming and Estel looked in the same direction. He eventually came to sense them as well. Though he did not see her face, her clothes and gait were easily recognizable. "Shihaku," he murmured, surprised more by her arrival than that of the Elven Prince. He had not seen her in years and the fact that she was within Imladris' boundaries shocked him more still. "Legolas -what brings you here?" Arwen was even more surprised to see the Ranger Shihaku knowing little about the Ranger aside from some brief stories Estel had shared with her. It was well known that Shihaku did her best to avoid Imladris.
"Ill tidings, Estel," came Legolas' quick response. He turned to Arwen. "Arwen, I ask that you call for a secret council with your father. Estel's life is in danger." Arwen nodded and rushed to the house in search of her Father and brothers. But as she ran she did not miss the ashen countenance of her friend. She knew it was not just from exhaustion from an obviously rushed journey to Rivendell and she feared what might be ailing him. As she rounded a corner of the hall, she recounted the image of Legolas just now and finally noticed the dark stain of blood on his tunic. She ran even faster.
Aragorn watched Arwen leave and then turned to the two. He saw that Legolas was not well. "What is wrong my friend?"
"I will save it for the council but you are in danger, Estel," said Legolas. He knew Estel was asking more about his sick pallor and his bloodstained shirt but that was not important now. From the look in his eyes, Estel knew Legolas was not going to say anything more.
Estel turned to Shihaku for an explanation of her part in all this. "I found him in need of some aid from the very party that wishes you ill will," replied the other Ranger knowing what Estel was thinking. "He needs Elrond's powers. There is a poison that flows in him we know little of." Estel could not hide his surprise. There was little about poisons that Shihaku did not know of.
"That can wait," said Legolas, breathing heavily still. "Our news takes precedence." Though her face lay hidden under hood, he could still feel her heavy glare.
"Come, I'm sure Elrond is waiting for us now," said Aragorn. He turned to Shihaku.
"Do not concern yourself with me, Strider," she replied already knowing his unasked question. Estel knew better than to argue but he was still worried about her. Though he did not know why she was so adamant about staying far from The Last Homely House, he feared what consequences may follow from her presence there.
The three rushed inside and met with the Lord Elrond Peredhil and his sons and daughter. Legolas quickly told them of the plot he had uncovered and Aragorn's eyes narrowed. This was definitely ill news. The rest of Elrond's house had faces much like his. "That is enough," Shihaku cut in before anyone could reply to Legolas' news. "Lord Elrond," she bowed slightly. "The Prince is ill and is in need of your services yet he does not wish to admit to it."
Elrond nodded having noticed this but he knew Legolas' stubbornness would not allow for any aid until he was finished. The Lord of Imladris stood up, walking slowly toward them. That voice, he thought, it sounds oddly familiar. "In all this commotion, I did not even notice you, Ranger. What is your name?" To hear that Elrond did not notice the Ranger came as a surprise to the small council save for Estel who knew well that Shihaku kept anything about herself hidden unless she wanted it to be seen.
"Shihaku is the name I have been given," replied the Ranger.
"I ask that I see the face of a mellon." Shihaku nodded and removed the hood slowly. The House of Elrond Peredhil froze. "Celesilme Faelithildin," he whispered. Aragorn and Legolas looked at him quizzically but it seemed Elladan, Elrohir, and Arwen knew well what he spoke of. "My youngest daughter, I thought you dead years ago."
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Ok well that's the fourth chapter guys. more to come still. Thanks for all the wonderful reviews! I feel so special and loved! Um, ok I'm having issues with Shihaku's Elvish name. Celesilme is a break down of
Cele- from Celeb meaning "silver" in Sindarin
Silme - from Isilme meaning "moonlight/starlight" in Quenya.
I really like Celesilme as a name but I feel bad that it is a mix of Sindarin and Quenya. My two other options for names are:
1) Cele(b)miriel - literally means silver sparkling but would be thought of as: Sparkling Silver because Mirielcele(b) didn't catch my fancy
2) Cele(b)ithildin - Silver Moondust/Stardust
Also the rest of her name: Faelithildin is Brilliant Starmoon/stardust; Fael= Brilliant and Ithildin= the magical substance seen only under light of the stars or the moon. I was considering just keeping it Ithildin but I don't know yet. Cause if I choose #2, then that'd be too repetitive.so *shrug* Help!
So, what would you guys prefer? I'm not going to guarantee that the most votes or whatever you want to call them will mean that name will be chosen, I'm just looking for input. It may stay Celesilme but maybe not. You guys are more than welcome to suggest your own ideas for names Sindarin or Quenya. I was just going for the whole "silver light" deal (hence the title). Thanks for your help!