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
Elrond. 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, belong to me and since I am not profiting from this story 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?
**** AAAAHHH!! I didn't mean to post Chapter 7!!! That was a total booboo!!! Sorry!!! This is what it should have been without the Norvelin stuff. SO SORRY Guys!! Just ignore what you read for Ch. 7 and just pretend this is the first version...
****NOTE ABOUT SHIHAKU/CELESILME NAME: I know that Shihaku is not a name from Middle Earth during this era (especially since it's actually Japanese which really does mean "waning moon."). I wanted her to have an- otherworldly aspect to her. She is raised in a different way than most people would be raised and by people who are not even of the immediate realm. Blah I'm not making any sense and I'm going to blame that on me being quite sick. Either way, it's kinda how I fiddled with Celesilme since that's a mix of Sindarin and Quenya - how normal is that? I hope it's not too much to ask for a suspension of beliefs as well as an expansion of imagination. If it's that big a deal I can call her Celesilme in the following chapters. *shrug*.
THE SILVER LIGHT OF A WANING MOON
By Terra Forever
CHAPTER 7: Return of a Princess
Hours after the House of Elrond Peredhil secretly rejoiced in the near completion of their family, everyone gathered together in Legolas' room to make ready for the first stage of their plans. Legolas was given strict orders not to leave the bed and especially not to leave the room for he was still recovering. His face was not entirely back to its normal complexion but it was obvious by his brightening eyes he would soon be up on his feet as before. "The plan is sound, I believe," he said, nodding. "The Valar is with us. We will not fail."
"We must try and find out who Norvelin is working with. He is not doing this of his own accord entirely, I am sure," said Elrond. "I would that we merely capture him, but he will undoubtedly refuse to cooperate with us. Our best way is to trick him into revealing the truth."
Shihaku raised her eyes to meet her father's. "I have given this much thought and while I do not doubt that we will put an end to Norvelin's plan. I have great doubts in discovering the true master of this."
"I too am not so sure," admitted Legolas, "but we must do whatever we can to ensure Estel's safety."
"And yours as well, my friend," added Estel. "I am beginning to think Norvelin wishes for your blood more than mine. You have been quite a thorn in his side."
"So long as I do not make it to Rivendell in his eyes, he will be satisfied."
"For the time being, but I would not doubt that he would search out your body himself if he could."
"He will not harm either of you, or anyone else," Shihaku stated sharply. The authority in her voice made all eyes turn to her. Regretting the attention a little, she straightened her posture. "I will leave now while everyone is asleep. I shall meet you at the Misty Mountains. Do not look for me for I will find you myself."
Estel nodded. "Aye. Be careful. There are dangers out there aside from just Norvelin and his gang. Do you think you can leave undetected by his men?"
"We arrived here with no trouble. It should not take much effort to thwart his men even if they are here."
"They are skilled in their ways."
"Do you doubt my skills, Strider?"
"Nay, I am only concerned for your safety."
"Yours and the Prince of Mirkwood's are the only lives we must be concerned about." Shihaku donned her hood, her face completely disappearing under the shadow.
Arwen could not help but see such a great change in her sister when she put up her defenses as she did. She is so different than she was just hours ago, she thought. She put her hand on Shihaku's shoulder. "Take care, sister. I know you must appear to be injured when you return, but I hope that none of them should be inflicted by the malice of darkness."
Shihaku nodded. "There is little you need fear, sister." She turned to her father. "By your leave, Adar, I shall be on my way."
Elrond nodded. "You may go, Shihaku. The others shall join you in a few hours."
Shihaku turned and left through the balcony. Elrohir kept his eyes on her the longest of the Peredhil family and watched as she disappeared into the woods. "She is quite admirable in her ways."
"Indeed she is, Elrohir. You should see her in action," said Estel with a smile.
"Fortune smiled upon me when it saw fit for her to save me," said Legolas leaning back a little. "I admit, as much as I wanted to keep up my guard against her, I could not."
"It is strange that way," murmured the Ranger. "She does everything she can to distance people and sometimes it works, but more often than not, she gains their interest more than anything else."
"Her mysteriousness draws people to her," said Elladan. "But I think it is a natural part of her to do so as well. Even as Shihaku, she cannot deny the traits of Celesilme that are in her."
"They are one and the same," nodded Elrond. He turned to Legolas. "You should get more rest. I know you think you are strong enough, Legolas, to be up and about, but if you should even think about doing other than instructed, I shall send Arwen to deal out your punishment."
"I thought Arwen was the punishment," grinned Legolas. They all let out a laugh and for a moment all seemed the norm.
"If you weren't hurt already I would see to it that you would be in that bed permanently," muttered Arwen and that too elicited a small hum of laughter in the group. Then she looked down at her hands. "She must be a little relieved to be away from us for a while."
Estel put a hand on her shoulder and squeezed it gently. Arwen raised her eyes to meet his. He wanted to touch her cheek and hold her and comfort her knowing that while she was happy to have her sister with her again, it was not the type of reunion she would have wanted. It wasn't the way any of them would have wanted. While Shihaku's great skills amazed them and made them proud, it also made them sad knowing the kind of life she must have lived. "I cannot help but agree with you, Arden, but take comfort in that she is happy to be with her family. She is different when she is with any of you and that is a good thing, I promise. This will take time for everyone."
"I know." Oh why did everyone have to be in the room? Why couldn't it have been just Estel and herself and she could lean against him and take comfort in his arms. Although it was enough really to be this close to him.
Elrond cleared his throat. "We should leave Legolas to get some rest. We all need to prepare as well." They bid Legolas a good night knowing he would soon be asleep for weariness had yet to leave his countenance. But Legolas did not sleep right away. His thoughts were on Shihaku and the plan. They had to succeed; there was no other option. He just hoped that Norvelin truly would not recognize Shihaku when they met. Though the traitor Elf had never seen her face, it was no secret that little escaped him.
Hours later, the Peredhil twins and Estel were preparing to ride out to the Misty Mountains on a personal excursion. They chatted and acted as if nothing was amiss; this was merely a pleasure ride around the area. None of the Elves suspected anything and relief flooded their faces when the trio left the gates of Imladris. "Would it really be that difficult to find her?" asked Elladan.
Estel let out a laugh. "Oh, Elladan, if I admit to finding it difficult, is that not enough?"
"But it is not impossible," pointed out Elrohir.
"No, I do not think so, but there is no real way of telling. Even if we were to find her a thousand times out of a thousand, how are we to know she was not purposely leaving a trail for us to follow? And do not count on her honesty in that for she would rather let us keep our pride than ruin it by telling us the truth."
"That is an odd consideration."
"Indeed, but it is her way of showing her approval. She would not let you keep your pride if she disliked you even in the smallest way."
"I can imagine," laughed Elladan. "Oh I pity the fools who should cross her."
"I cannot tell you how many times I have said that myself," smiled Estel.
"How are things with you and Arwen," Elrohir suddenly asked.
Estel looked at his foster brother with a little surprise. "As well as I could imagine. Why do you ask?"
"Estel it is no secret that you have fallen for her. What Elf or man has not?"
The young man looked away for a little while. "Very well, I cannot deny that yes I find her beautiful; that if I could, I would marry her in an instant. But I am not so great a fool to think things are so easy. It is enough that we are friends. As long as I have her love, even if it is only as friends, that is enough for me." The twins nodded but they all knew that while it was true, in time it would not be enough. It would not be so easy to quell the emotions that Estel had inside of him.
Hours later, the three riders found themselves in the Misty Mountains. It surprised them that no fell creature was about when these days no road was as safe as it once was. But they were not complaining. The beautiful day was enough to smile about. The sun seemed bright enough that day to burn through the mists in some areas, almost as if lighting the way for the travelers.
"Every time I am here I cannot help but remember," murmured Elrohir.
Elladan lowered his gaze. "I too am plagued by the memories, brother." Estel knew far too well what they were referring to and stayed silent. There were no words of comfort for them. Perhaps the knowledge that their sister was indeed alive would eventually put their sadness aside, but there was no questioning the pain that dwelt in them for years.
"She is in a better place now at least," came a voice. All eyes turned to Shihaku who walked out from behind a tree.
"Yes, she is and I am sure she knows that you are with us now."
"You're injured," Elrohir cried seeing the blood on his sister's clothes and the blood on her face. He leapt off his horse and rushed to her.
Shihaku raised her hand. "I'm fine, just a little fray I assure you. Strider can tell you that I've suffered through worse. Besides this is more for show than anything else." She looked at her torn clothing. "I must say that these gowns are not very well made for fighting."
Estel laughed. "No they were not fitted for such purposes." He just realized then that she was not in her normal Ranger clothing, but the gown Arwen had given her earlier that day. "What did you do?" He asked as he approached her.
"I found a small band of orcs just a little further up the mountain. They weren't very many but they were quite fierce."
"Why did you do that?" Elladan inquired.
"I can inflict my own injuries but it has to look authentic. It has too look like I was injured by the hands of fell creatures and by their weapons, not that of well sharpened swords belonging to either Elves or Rangers," she replied.
"I guess that's a smart thing to do. but I wish you didn't have to go through that to do so."
Estel narrowed his eyes and looked at her arm and side. "You have their poison running in your veins!"
"Well what did you expect, Strider? Like I said, it has to look real and the best way is for it to be real. They didn't hurt me enough to really make me look like I was nearly killed so I took one of their weapons." She took out an orc sword and Elladan could not help but wince. He could not believe what his sister was about to do. "Are you all ready?"
"I wish there was some other way," said Elrohir through gritted teeth. "Surely there is some magical spell to make -"
"There probably is but we don't know it and we don't have time to find it," said Shihaku. "Take more courage, brother. I will be healed in no time. You worry far too much." With that she took a few steps back and with the blade struck herself several times. She made a few surface cuts on her arms and legs and then she suddenly broke the blade. Three pairs of eyes looked at her questioningly. She knelt and picked up a rather long shard. Raising her eyes, she stabbed herself in the side where a wound was already bleeding heavily. She winced and tasted blood in her mouth as she pushed the shard in a little deeper.
"Shihaku," Estel shouted, rushing to her. He tried to take the shard out from her grasp and out of her body but Shihaku refused.
"Let the poison take effect," she said through heavy gasps. She was losing a lot more blood now allowing the poison to take over more quickly. Estel held her tightly as she fell to one knee. Finally he coaxed the shard out of her grasp and pulled it slowly from her. Now that there was nothing to stop the flow of blood, Shihaku's gown grew to be a crimson red.
"Celesilme," whispered Elrohir. He knelt beside her and brushed the hair from her face, wiping the sweat forming on her brow. He looked into her eyes. "That is enough, let us return!"
"No," Shihaku cried. "We must wait longer. At this rate, I can still be cured by any of you and I must be in such a state that only Adar can help me."
"But that's too dangerous!"
"That is what we planned! Do not back out now otherwise all will be lost. We must play every part thoroughly!"
Elrohir looked to his brother whose face mirrored his own fears. He then turned to Estel. "She knows what she's doing," whispered Estel though he, like his foster brothers, wanted to put an end to this now. She was right and they knew it, but they did not want to admit it. "She's been through this before. Shihaku can handle the poison. I've seen her go through worse."
"That is not as comforting as I wish it could be," muttered Elladan.
"Do not be so weak," chided Shihaku. "You are the sons of Elrond Peredhil. Do not let this faze you so much." She glared at each of them. "I would not expect such weakness in you." They found no words to respond with.
Suddenly Shihaku started to stand up. "What are you doing?" demanded Estel.
"I cannot just lie here and let the poison slowly take effect. Lying will only help me get better. I need to tire myself out."
"You are trying to kill yourself."
"No, just come close."
"They're not going to expect you to be half dead, Shihaku. They will expect us to care for you at least a little you know."
"Yes but the worse I look, the better it will be; the less reason for them to question the integrity of our story and of my identity." So, Shihaku stood up and walked around, surprising the Peredhil twins with her strength for despite her injuries she walked without any aid and without any trouble. Yet she grew paler by the minute.
"Alright, this is enough. You are already beginning to look worse than Legolas," said Estel. "We must return as soon as we can anyway and make sure we are there before Norvelin just in case."
Shihaku finally gave in and leaned against a tree. Elladan quickly made a small concoction to put on her most serious wound to keep it from infecting and to slow the poison a little. They mounted their horses, Shihaku riding with Strider. She could have ridden with one of her brothers but it would be far too much like the past. Bringing their nearly dead mother home those many years ago was enough for them. Bringing Shihaku home in a similar state, even under these circumstances, did not bode well with them.
"I hope our acting is good enough," said Elrohir.
"I do not think any of Rivendell will appreciate being fooled like this," said the other brother.
"No probably not, but this is for the best."
"We are nearing Rivendell already," said Estel. "Have you seen anything suspicious?"
"Like people watching us? No, but that does not mean they are not here."
"They are far too scattered and few still," whispered Shihaku. "I saw one on my way to the mountains."
"Shhh," whispered Strider. "Save your strength for later. It is not important now."
Elrond looked out at the sun, watching it descend. He hoped his children were fairing well and were hopefully on their way back home. Celesilme, he thought. You will soon return to your rightful place. Your mother will be so happy and relieved. I only fear that I may one day lose you again. Suddenly there was a loud knock on his door and Elrond found himself being summoned to the courtyard. Upon his arrival he found Estel holding a barely conscious Shihaku. Elrond froze for but a millisecond; he had not expected to find his daughter in this state. He knew she was to be injured, but her wounds were quite severe. What had happened up in those mountains? Yet despite these wounds and her semi-conscious state, Shihaku was still quite aware of her surroundings. Estel carried her to Elrond who's eyes widened and Estel marveled at his foster father's acting skills. He is a great Elf after all, he thought, hiding a smile. "My Lord, she was the only survivor among a party slaughtered by Orcs not too far into the Misty Mountains."
"Celesilme," whispered Elrond really only half listening. All eyes turned to the Elf Lord and the Elf in Estel's arms. The people of Rivendell knew that name well but it had not been spoken of in years. Before anyone could say a word, Elrond took the Elf into his arms, not caring how his elegant robes were being stained with blood for he cared more for the fact that it was his daughter's blood being spilled. This is too much like the past, he thought. This is too much like her mother's arrival those many years ago. He knew well that his sons must have been thinking the same thing and his heart went out to them. "I shall tend to her at once. I wish to hear her story. I cannot help but wonder though. I have reason to believe she is my daughter thought dead long ago, Celesilme Faelithilden."
There was now a hushed murmur among the crowd. Elrond turned around and headed to the house. Estel quickly rushed up the stairs following Elrond, his foster brothers behind him. Elrohir quickened his pace and turned to his father. "Could it really be her? I saw her and wondered the same thing, but after so long?"
"I do not know. Though I pray it is," Elrond said gravely. She is so light in my arms, he thought. He looked down at her and he knew that she was still very conscious despite her condition. "My Celesilme," he whispered only so that she could hear. The young Elf could not help but turn a little into her father's chest. She could feel the warmth of his body and his heart and that was enough to push the pain of her injuries away. She let her mind wander and gave herself to Elrond's care.
Hours later, Shihaku awoke in a soft bed and found herself wanting to return to her fitful sleep. She had not realized that she had even slipped into a deep slumber but remembered that Elrond's powers had made her grow far too comfortable. "How do you feel, my Lady?" came Elrond's voice by her side.
"I am weary, but I am all right now. Where am I?" asked Shihaku.
"In the House of Elrond in Rivendell. My sons found you in the Misty Mountains."
"They are all dead then."
"I'm afraid so," Elrond nodded. "My sons created a makeshift graveyard for them best they could."
"Thank you, sir." Shihaku sat up. Elrond held his hand down and she stayed lying down, though he propped the pillows up just a little.
"Please, if it is not too much, tell me about yourself. I know this is probably not the best timing, but I am quite curious and what you say may put my heart at rest, my mind at ease."
"I'm afraid I know very little, sir. I was brought up by a small group of Elves who lived many leagues northwest of here -the ones your sons buried. They found me in the Misty Mountains when I was but a child and raised me. I do not know my true parentage." Shihaku found herself yet in another tight embrace. "My Lord?"
Elrond closed his eyes. "I know this may come as a shock to you, but you are my daughter, Celesilme Faelithilden." Shihaku took on a look of disbelief and was about to argue when Elrond explained everything to her. Though they were quite sure they were safe from outsiders, both did their best to act as if they were discovering this for the very first time. Forcing herself to cry, Shihaku sobbed on her father's shoulders.
"I am home," she whispered. "That is why this place has called for me. I had asked my guardians to travel here ages ago because of a longing to see Imladris. Now I know why." Shihaku bit her tongue to say that lie knowing well she did her best to avoid the Elven Haven. She could not stand the sadness she felt every time she came near the city. But now, that sadness was gone.
Elrond held his hand out to his youngest child. "Celesilme, you know your grandmother would eventually like to see you."
Shihaku nodded. "I know. I would like to meet her as well." Though Shihaku was not known for smiling, feeling Elrond's gentle hand on her cheek brought up the corners of her lips. She could not help but enjoy the gentle care of her father's treatment of her. Even her brothers and sister's affections were too loving to ignore or deny. And, she could not deny that deep in her heart, for many years, she secretly hoped to finally find her family. She did not care whether her family was rich or poor; she just wanted to be home.
"You know, you smile very much like your mother; radiant like the silver luster of the moon and of Ithildin itself."
Shihaku lowered her eyes unused to such praise. She did not think much of her smile. It was not becoming of a Ranger. "Thank you, Adar."
"You should smile more, Celesilme. Show off the beauty you have been graced with. I know that as a Ranger physically looks is not your interest but as an Elf, as Princess."
"I will try."
"That is all I ask, but no matter what, you are my daughter and I am proud of you." Elrond placed a kiss on her forehead.
Just then, Arwen appeared at the door. "So you are my little sister," she whispered, but the other two Elves heard. She walked toward them and put her hand on Shihaku's shoulder. "We shall soon hold a banquet for you when some troubles are over and your grief has passed. Shihaku nodded. "Do you know a song, Celesilme to sing for your lost family?"
Shihaku nodded and paused to think of a song. Closing her eyes words and melody came to her from Rivendell itself. She opened her mouth and a melodic voice filled the room. It was not an uncommon song in Rivendell but it was one of its more mournful tales and soon Arwen joined in, each sister exchanging harmony. Elrond watched and listened with a tranquil heart, soothed after years of pain. He felt himself a lucky father-perhaps one of the most fortunate Elves in history to be graced by such beautiful and gifted daughters. He knew that they would one day play a role in the future of middle Earth. Although this brought pride in his heart, he could not help but feel fear and apprehension as well. But he refused to dwell on such thoughts now. He would enjoy his time with his family here in Middle Earth for as long as he could.
That evening, in a large gathering, Elrond announced their discovery and there was a great cry of joy among the Elves. Estel and his foster brothers scanned the crowd for any signs of a traitor while placing smiles on their faces.
Shihaku looked on at the crowd with a bashful smile on her face. She was still a little pale from her injuries but she was certainly a lot healthier looking than Legolas. Looking at her people she could not help but smile sincerely now. They are truly happy, she thought. Putting her hand over her heart she felt a fluttering feeling grow. Long ago, this city mourned so much and now it is rejoicing.for me. Such a curious feeling. I do not know what it is in my heart, but I cannot deny that I am happy to have found my true home. I wish it was under different circumstances.
Arwen squeezed her hand gently and smiled. She saw the brightness in her sister's eyes and knew very well that she was actually happy to be there and it made her smile even more. She was worried that her life as a solitary Ranger would not allow her happiness with them here in Rivendell, but her expression now pushed away any fears. She turned to face her brothers who returned her smile but she noted that they were more interested in the crowd. Arwen watched as Estel took kept his eyes on the Elves but he caught her glance and turned to her. Their eyes met and he smiled gently. It was not the smile of joy from the wonderful news, it was the smile of contentment seeing the one he loved so happy. He would do everything in his power to ensure that happiness.
"Now I know this would require a large ceremony, but in light of the circumstances I think this would be better if done in a simple manner," said Elrond. He nodded to Arwen who turned and took something in an ornate wooden box. She held it up to her father who opened the small box and lifted an object wrapped in a purple velvet cloth. There was no mistaking the object and it seemed that the entire crowd was holding its breath. Elrond beckoned for Shihaku to come to him and she slowly stood up, walking toward her father. He unwrapped the object and held it out for all to see: a beautifully decorated circlet with an ithildin stone in the front. Shihaku's eyes widened and she looked at her father. She could not fathom that this could possibly be hers. Finding her composure, Shihaku lowered her head a little and Elrond placed the circlet on her head, letting the jewel hang on her forehead. There was a loud applause when she lifted her head to face her people. Shihaku could only smile.
That night, Shihaku paid another visit to the still invalid Legolas. He was now walking around, but still restricted to his room for at least another day. "I see you are walking now," she said, seeing Legolas pacing in his room.
Legolas turned to the door and saw Shihaku dressed as a Princess of Rivendell would be and his heart froze in his throat for a second. She looked quite stunning and she was only wearing a simple gown. "Yes and soon I will be glad to leave this room and take some fresh air."
Shihaku shook her head. "You know that really won't happen right? You cannot be seen here."
"I know, I know, but I will be careful. I cannot be kept cooped up in here, Shihaku. That would be worse than handing me over to Norvelin."
"Have patience, this will be over soon. Norvelin should be here soon. I can't imagine what is taking him so long."
"He might still be trying to look for us to make sure we haven't survived our latest perils."
"Speaking of which, how do you fair? You are still unlike your usual self."
"How would you know my lady, when you've seen me only as a wounded-Elf?" Legolas grinned.
"I've heard enough stories."
"You don't look quite well yourself. I hope you didn't overdo it today."
Shihaku said nothing, her silence implicating her and Legolas shook his head, still smiling. "The first part of our plan has been accomplished - that's the only important thing."
"Are you still ok with all of this?"
"I think so. I do not regret coming here and discovering my family, if that is what you mean. But, it will still take some time for me to swallow all of this. I am still to grow accustomed to the life of royalty, stuck here in one place."
"You can still travel, Shihaku, don't worry. You can join Estel and myself on our little adventures."
"In other words, keep you two out of trouble?" Legolas grinned. He sat down on the seat next to the window. "Sit with me Shihaku, for but a minute."
Shihaku obliged and walked to Legolas, taking a seat next to him. Though the moon was not directly facing her, the stars that dotted the night sky was enough to illuminate her beautiful face. Legolas was rendered speechless for a moment until he noticed the jewel on her circlet hanging on her forehead. He lifted his hand and traced the sparkling silver jewel with his finger. "An ithildin stone for the Elf who shines just as brightly."
Shihaku lowered her head a little, somewhat embarrassed. All this attention was not something she was used to and it almost made her uncomfortable, but she swallowed any annoyance or discomfort. She couldn't let something like this faze her. "."
"It suits you well," smiled Legolas. But, I think I like you better than the stone, he thought. He wanted to bring his hand down to caress her soft cheeks or cup her chin, but instead brought his hand down to his side. "Rivendell's spirits have lifted. I could hear them from this room. I'm sure even the trees and flowers here are rejoicing for your return, Shihaku."
"To think that something like your near-death and the bounty on Strider's head brought this sort of happiness.."
"Don't worry, soon we'll have a party to celebrate both your return and victory."
Shihaku could only nod. "I had better let you rest." She started to stand up when Legolas took her wrist. "Don't go yet, Shihaku," he whispered. "Won't you sing me a lullaby?"
Shihaku blinked, surprised, and looked at Legolas. A small smile came to her lips and Legolas' grin widened. "Only if you promise to actually go to bed."
"Of course," Legolas grinned and Shihaku couldn't believe how relieved she was inside that the Prince was still alive and well enough to smile like that. "That first song you sang to me was beautiful, do you mind singing it again?" The Elf shook her head and closed her eyes she began to sing. Slowly, as each word in its beautiful melody sank into Legolas' mind as his eyes became lost in his sleep and his grip on her wrist loosened. Slowly and quietly standing up, Shihaku left the room. She nearly walked right into her brothers when she turned the corner.
"Ah, Celesilme, sometimes I wonder if you are not a phantasm walking these corridors," said Elrohir with a smile.
"It is lucky for us that you are not," laughed Elladan. "Now that you must have put the Prince of Mirkwood to bed, how about you accompany us for a little stroll. Arwen abandoned us for Estel and Elrohir and I have gotten rather bored of each other."
Shihaku couldn't help but let out a little laugh thinking of Arwen and Strider and joined her brothers for a walk. If not for certain aspects of their circumstances it would almost seem as if they had walked those same paths together for years. Neither Elrohir nor Elladan failed to see the striking beauty that their sister emanated even more so under the night sky. Yet she seemed completely oblivious to it.
Before any of them realized it, they were at one of the smaller streams suddenly practicing their swordsmanship, each brother taking turns with their little sister. Elladan and Elrohir were quite impressed with her skills, not that they hadn't expected anything less from her. It all began when she was admiring their well-crafted Elven swords for they were not only beautiful, but deadly. They were definitely much better than her usual sword. Given permission to test out the blade for herself, she sparred first with Elladan and then Elrohir and it continued from there. Of course Shihaku was having some difficulty fighting in the robes of Rivendell she had yet to grow accustomed to. Her brothers knew this well but that did not stop them from poking fun at her for it. This eventually led to her poking fun at them and soon the fight between swords became a battle of wits.
They were not being particularly loud, but they had unintentionally wandered close to where Arden and Estel walked. Eventually Arwen's ears and Aragorn's own heightened senses led them to the three Elves. Estel had to laugh when he saw them. "All the world's luck to you both," he said as he walked toward them, Arwen by his side. "She is a hard one to top, but it is not impossible." He grinned at her and Shihaku gave him a look.
"She's definitely got the family genes then," said Arwen. "I wonder sometimes if it's wit or a hard head." They all laughed and soon Elrohir, Elladan, and Shihaku were taking turns poking fun at Arwen and Estel, teasing them about their relationship. Though Elladan and Elrohir did not want to lose their sister, they knew and loved her well enough -they trusted her with her own decisions. As for Estel, he was like a brother to them- they too knew him well and trusted him with their sister. Though because nothing was definite, the twins still secretly hoped there was more of a future for their sister than a mortal life.
They lingered there a little while longer but soon Shihaku declared it was time for them all to get some rest as the following day would certainly be long and so would the days to come. Agreeing, they returned to their rooms parting ways one by one.
Unbeknownst to all of them, except for perhaps the back of their minds, Elrond kept a close eye on his children and watched them with a smile. He was glad to see them getting along together so well; it seemed Shihauku was adjusting quite well, though he knew inside she was still in shock perhaps. She is a born warrior, he thought. She deserves the armaments of a great warrior of Rivendell.. He looked up at the sky. I wonder, Celebrian, if you can now see us, see how very much alive our daughter is.. I hope that you are able to live on in peace where you are. It will not be too long, I do not think, before we are reunited again..
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Finally! Another chapter! Ok I know this has a lot of problems like grammar and stuff since there was a huge gap between when I first wrote this and when I finished (as in about..2 months? Or something? =P) But I figured I'd post now before something else would come up. you know, like getting really sick for over a month.and then having to deal with midterms. still being sick and then dealing with finals. Oh and not to mention writer's block.and falling a little out of LotR and back into Rurouni Kenshin. Lol. Ok enough blabbering. Hopefully the next chapter will be up sooner than this one but no guarantees cause this is a killer quarter for me. Hopefully I'll post the RIGHT chapters too. hehehe. I'll try to re-write this soon (hopefully with more Elvish) and I'll post that ASAP too. Thanks for all the support guys! You have no idea how good it feels to know that some people are enjoying this. Quite frankly I write a lot of stories based for my own entertainment and enjoyment.this is just one of the trial stories to see if some other people might enjoy it.soooo. thanks for reading and constantly making my day(s)!!
"//..//" 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?
**** AAAAHHH!! I didn't mean to post Chapter 7!!! That was a total booboo!!! Sorry!!! This is what it should have been without the Norvelin stuff. SO SORRY Guys!! Just ignore what you read for Ch. 7 and just pretend this is the first version...
****NOTE ABOUT SHIHAKU/CELESILME NAME: I know that Shihaku is not a name from Middle Earth during this era (especially since it's actually Japanese which really does mean "waning moon."). I wanted her to have an- otherworldly aspect to her. She is raised in a different way than most people would be raised and by people who are not even of the immediate realm. Blah I'm not making any sense and I'm going to blame that on me being quite sick. Either way, it's kinda how I fiddled with Celesilme since that's a mix of Sindarin and Quenya - how normal is that? I hope it's not too much to ask for a suspension of beliefs as well as an expansion of imagination. If it's that big a deal I can call her Celesilme in the following chapters. *shrug*.
THE SILVER LIGHT OF A WANING MOON
By Terra Forever
CHAPTER 7: Return of a Princess
Hours after the House of Elrond Peredhil secretly rejoiced in the near completion of their family, everyone gathered together in Legolas' room to make ready for the first stage of their plans. Legolas was given strict orders not to leave the bed and especially not to leave the room for he was still recovering. His face was not entirely back to its normal complexion but it was obvious by his brightening eyes he would soon be up on his feet as before. "The plan is sound, I believe," he said, nodding. "The Valar is with us. We will not fail."
"We must try and find out who Norvelin is working with. He is not doing this of his own accord entirely, I am sure," said Elrond. "I would that we merely capture him, but he will undoubtedly refuse to cooperate with us. Our best way is to trick him into revealing the truth."
Shihaku raised her eyes to meet her father's. "I have given this much thought and while I do not doubt that we will put an end to Norvelin's plan. I have great doubts in discovering the true master of this."
"I too am not so sure," admitted Legolas, "but we must do whatever we can to ensure Estel's safety."
"And yours as well, my friend," added Estel. "I am beginning to think Norvelin wishes for your blood more than mine. You have been quite a thorn in his side."
"So long as I do not make it to Rivendell in his eyes, he will be satisfied."
"For the time being, but I would not doubt that he would search out your body himself if he could."
"He will not harm either of you, or anyone else," Shihaku stated sharply. The authority in her voice made all eyes turn to her. Regretting the attention a little, she straightened her posture. "I will leave now while everyone is asleep. I shall meet you at the Misty Mountains. Do not look for me for I will find you myself."
Estel nodded. "Aye. Be careful. There are dangers out there aside from just Norvelin and his gang. Do you think you can leave undetected by his men?"
"We arrived here with no trouble. It should not take much effort to thwart his men even if they are here."
"They are skilled in their ways."
"Do you doubt my skills, Strider?"
"Nay, I am only concerned for your safety."
"Yours and the Prince of Mirkwood's are the only lives we must be concerned about." Shihaku donned her hood, her face completely disappearing under the shadow.
Arwen could not help but see such a great change in her sister when she put up her defenses as she did. She is so different than she was just hours ago, she thought. She put her hand on Shihaku's shoulder. "Take care, sister. I know you must appear to be injured when you return, but I hope that none of them should be inflicted by the malice of darkness."
Shihaku nodded. "There is little you need fear, sister." She turned to her father. "By your leave, Adar, I shall be on my way."
Elrond nodded. "You may go, Shihaku. The others shall join you in a few hours."
Shihaku turned and left through the balcony. Elrohir kept his eyes on her the longest of the Peredhil family and watched as she disappeared into the woods. "She is quite admirable in her ways."
"Indeed she is, Elrohir. You should see her in action," said Estel with a smile.
"Fortune smiled upon me when it saw fit for her to save me," said Legolas leaning back a little. "I admit, as much as I wanted to keep up my guard against her, I could not."
"It is strange that way," murmured the Ranger. "She does everything she can to distance people and sometimes it works, but more often than not, she gains their interest more than anything else."
"Her mysteriousness draws people to her," said Elladan. "But I think it is a natural part of her to do so as well. Even as Shihaku, she cannot deny the traits of Celesilme that are in her."
"They are one and the same," nodded Elrond. He turned to Legolas. "You should get more rest. I know you think you are strong enough, Legolas, to be up and about, but if you should even think about doing other than instructed, I shall send Arwen to deal out your punishment."
"I thought Arwen was the punishment," grinned Legolas. They all let out a laugh and for a moment all seemed the norm.
"If you weren't hurt already I would see to it that you would be in that bed permanently," muttered Arwen and that too elicited a small hum of laughter in the group. Then she looked down at her hands. "She must be a little relieved to be away from us for a while."
Estel put a hand on her shoulder and squeezed it gently. Arwen raised her eyes to meet his. He wanted to touch her cheek and hold her and comfort her knowing that while she was happy to have her sister with her again, it was not the type of reunion she would have wanted. It wasn't the way any of them would have wanted. While Shihaku's great skills amazed them and made them proud, it also made them sad knowing the kind of life she must have lived. "I cannot help but agree with you, Arden, but take comfort in that she is happy to be with her family. She is different when she is with any of you and that is a good thing, I promise. This will take time for everyone."
"I know." Oh why did everyone have to be in the room? Why couldn't it have been just Estel and herself and she could lean against him and take comfort in his arms. Although it was enough really to be this close to him.
Elrond cleared his throat. "We should leave Legolas to get some rest. We all need to prepare as well." They bid Legolas a good night knowing he would soon be asleep for weariness had yet to leave his countenance. But Legolas did not sleep right away. His thoughts were on Shihaku and the plan. They had to succeed; there was no other option. He just hoped that Norvelin truly would not recognize Shihaku when they met. Though the traitor Elf had never seen her face, it was no secret that little escaped him.
Hours later, the Peredhil twins and Estel were preparing to ride out to the Misty Mountains on a personal excursion. They chatted and acted as if nothing was amiss; this was merely a pleasure ride around the area. None of the Elves suspected anything and relief flooded their faces when the trio left the gates of Imladris. "Would it really be that difficult to find her?" asked Elladan.
Estel let out a laugh. "Oh, Elladan, if I admit to finding it difficult, is that not enough?"
"But it is not impossible," pointed out Elrohir.
"No, I do not think so, but there is no real way of telling. Even if we were to find her a thousand times out of a thousand, how are we to know she was not purposely leaving a trail for us to follow? And do not count on her honesty in that for she would rather let us keep our pride than ruin it by telling us the truth."
"That is an odd consideration."
"Indeed, but it is her way of showing her approval. She would not let you keep your pride if she disliked you even in the smallest way."
"I can imagine," laughed Elladan. "Oh I pity the fools who should cross her."
"I cannot tell you how many times I have said that myself," smiled Estel.
"How are things with you and Arwen," Elrohir suddenly asked.
Estel looked at his foster brother with a little surprise. "As well as I could imagine. Why do you ask?"
"Estel it is no secret that you have fallen for her. What Elf or man has not?"
The young man looked away for a little while. "Very well, I cannot deny that yes I find her beautiful; that if I could, I would marry her in an instant. But I am not so great a fool to think things are so easy. It is enough that we are friends. As long as I have her love, even if it is only as friends, that is enough for me." The twins nodded but they all knew that while it was true, in time it would not be enough. It would not be so easy to quell the emotions that Estel had inside of him.
Hours later, the three riders found themselves in the Misty Mountains. It surprised them that no fell creature was about when these days no road was as safe as it once was. But they were not complaining. The beautiful day was enough to smile about. The sun seemed bright enough that day to burn through the mists in some areas, almost as if lighting the way for the travelers.
"Every time I am here I cannot help but remember," murmured Elrohir.
Elladan lowered his gaze. "I too am plagued by the memories, brother." Estel knew far too well what they were referring to and stayed silent. There were no words of comfort for them. Perhaps the knowledge that their sister was indeed alive would eventually put their sadness aside, but there was no questioning the pain that dwelt in them for years.
"She is in a better place now at least," came a voice. All eyes turned to Shihaku who walked out from behind a tree.
"Yes, she is and I am sure she knows that you are with us now."
"You're injured," Elrohir cried seeing the blood on his sister's clothes and the blood on her face. He leapt off his horse and rushed to her.
Shihaku raised her hand. "I'm fine, just a little fray I assure you. Strider can tell you that I've suffered through worse. Besides this is more for show than anything else." She looked at her torn clothing. "I must say that these gowns are not very well made for fighting."
Estel laughed. "No they were not fitted for such purposes." He just realized then that she was not in her normal Ranger clothing, but the gown Arwen had given her earlier that day. "What did you do?" He asked as he approached her.
"I found a small band of orcs just a little further up the mountain. They weren't very many but they were quite fierce."
"Why did you do that?" Elladan inquired.
"I can inflict my own injuries but it has to look authentic. It has too look like I was injured by the hands of fell creatures and by their weapons, not that of well sharpened swords belonging to either Elves or Rangers," she replied.
"I guess that's a smart thing to do. but I wish you didn't have to go through that to do so."
Estel narrowed his eyes and looked at her arm and side. "You have their poison running in your veins!"
"Well what did you expect, Strider? Like I said, it has to look real and the best way is for it to be real. They didn't hurt me enough to really make me look like I was nearly killed so I took one of their weapons." She took out an orc sword and Elladan could not help but wince. He could not believe what his sister was about to do. "Are you all ready?"
"I wish there was some other way," said Elrohir through gritted teeth. "Surely there is some magical spell to make -"
"There probably is but we don't know it and we don't have time to find it," said Shihaku. "Take more courage, brother. I will be healed in no time. You worry far too much." With that she took a few steps back and with the blade struck herself several times. She made a few surface cuts on her arms and legs and then she suddenly broke the blade. Three pairs of eyes looked at her questioningly. She knelt and picked up a rather long shard. Raising her eyes, she stabbed herself in the side where a wound was already bleeding heavily. She winced and tasted blood in her mouth as she pushed the shard in a little deeper.
"Shihaku," Estel shouted, rushing to her. He tried to take the shard out from her grasp and out of her body but Shihaku refused.
"Let the poison take effect," she said through heavy gasps. She was losing a lot more blood now allowing the poison to take over more quickly. Estel held her tightly as she fell to one knee. Finally he coaxed the shard out of her grasp and pulled it slowly from her. Now that there was nothing to stop the flow of blood, Shihaku's gown grew to be a crimson red.
"Celesilme," whispered Elrohir. He knelt beside her and brushed the hair from her face, wiping the sweat forming on her brow. He looked into her eyes. "That is enough, let us return!"
"No," Shihaku cried. "We must wait longer. At this rate, I can still be cured by any of you and I must be in such a state that only Adar can help me."
"But that's too dangerous!"
"That is what we planned! Do not back out now otherwise all will be lost. We must play every part thoroughly!"
Elrohir looked to his brother whose face mirrored his own fears. He then turned to Estel. "She knows what she's doing," whispered Estel though he, like his foster brothers, wanted to put an end to this now. She was right and they knew it, but they did not want to admit it. "She's been through this before. Shihaku can handle the poison. I've seen her go through worse."
"That is not as comforting as I wish it could be," muttered Elladan.
"Do not be so weak," chided Shihaku. "You are the sons of Elrond Peredhil. Do not let this faze you so much." She glared at each of them. "I would not expect such weakness in you." They found no words to respond with.
Suddenly Shihaku started to stand up. "What are you doing?" demanded Estel.
"I cannot just lie here and let the poison slowly take effect. Lying will only help me get better. I need to tire myself out."
"You are trying to kill yourself."
"No, just come close."
"They're not going to expect you to be half dead, Shihaku. They will expect us to care for you at least a little you know."
"Yes but the worse I look, the better it will be; the less reason for them to question the integrity of our story and of my identity." So, Shihaku stood up and walked around, surprising the Peredhil twins with her strength for despite her injuries she walked without any aid and without any trouble. Yet she grew paler by the minute.
"Alright, this is enough. You are already beginning to look worse than Legolas," said Estel. "We must return as soon as we can anyway and make sure we are there before Norvelin just in case."
Shihaku finally gave in and leaned against a tree. Elladan quickly made a small concoction to put on her most serious wound to keep it from infecting and to slow the poison a little. They mounted their horses, Shihaku riding with Strider. She could have ridden with one of her brothers but it would be far too much like the past. Bringing their nearly dead mother home those many years ago was enough for them. Bringing Shihaku home in a similar state, even under these circumstances, did not bode well with them.
"I hope our acting is good enough," said Elrohir.
"I do not think any of Rivendell will appreciate being fooled like this," said the other brother.
"No probably not, but this is for the best."
"We are nearing Rivendell already," said Estel. "Have you seen anything suspicious?"
"Like people watching us? No, but that does not mean they are not here."
"They are far too scattered and few still," whispered Shihaku. "I saw one on my way to the mountains."
"Shhh," whispered Strider. "Save your strength for later. It is not important now."
Elrond looked out at the sun, watching it descend. He hoped his children were fairing well and were hopefully on their way back home. Celesilme, he thought. You will soon return to your rightful place. Your mother will be so happy and relieved. I only fear that I may one day lose you again. Suddenly there was a loud knock on his door and Elrond found himself being summoned to the courtyard. Upon his arrival he found Estel holding a barely conscious Shihaku. Elrond froze for but a millisecond; he had not expected to find his daughter in this state. He knew she was to be injured, but her wounds were quite severe. What had happened up in those mountains? Yet despite these wounds and her semi-conscious state, Shihaku was still quite aware of her surroundings. Estel carried her to Elrond who's eyes widened and Estel marveled at his foster father's acting skills. He is a great Elf after all, he thought, hiding a smile. "My Lord, she was the only survivor among a party slaughtered by Orcs not too far into the Misty Mountains."
"Celesilme," whispered Elrond really only half listening. All eyes turned to the Elf Lord and the Elf in Estel's arms. The people of Rivendell knew that name well but it had not been spoken of in years. Before anyone could say a word, Elrond took the Elf into his arms, not caring how his elegant robes were being stained with blood for he cared more for the fact that it was his daughter's blood being spilled. This is too much like the past, he thought. This is too much like her mother's arrival those many years ago. He knew well that his sons must have been thinking the same thing and his heart went out to them. "I shall tend to her at once. I wish to hear her story. I cannot help but wonder though. I have reason to believe she is my daughter thought dead long ago, Celesilme Faelithilden."
There was now a hushed murmur among the crowd. Elrond turned around and headed to the house. Estel quickly rushed up the stairs following Elrond, his foster brothers behind him. Elrohir quickened his pace and turned to his father. "Could it really be her? I saw her and wondered the same thing, but after so long?"
"I do not know. Though I pray it is," Elrond said gravely. She is so light in my arms, he thought. He looked down at her and he knew that she was still very conscious despite her condition. "My Celesilme," he whispered only so that she could hear. The young Elf could not help but turn a little into her father's chest. She could feel the warmth of his body and his heart and that was enough to push the pain of her injuries away. She let her mind wander and gave herself to Elrond's care.
Hours later, Shihaku awoke in a soft bed and found herself wanting to return to her fitful sleep. She had not realized that she had even slipped into a deep slumber but remembered that Elrond's powers had made her grow far too comfortable. "How do you feel, my Lady?" came Elrond's voice by her side.
"I am weary, but I am all right now. Where am I?" asked Shihaku.
"In the House of Elrond in Rivendell. My sons found you in the Misty Mountains."
"They are all dead then."
"I'm afraid so," Elrond nodded. "My sons created a makeshift graveyard for them best they could."
"Thank you, sir." Shihaku sat up. Elrond held his hand down and she stayed lying down, though he propped the pillows up just a little.
"Please, if it is not too much, tell me about yourself. I know this is probably not the best timing, but I am quite curious and what you say may put my heart at rest, my mind at ease."
"I'm afraid I know very little, sir. I was brought up by a small group of Elves who lived many leagues northwest of here -the ones your sons buried. They found me in the Misty Mountains when I was but a child and raised me. I do not know my true parentage." Shihaku found herself yet in another tight embrace. "My Lord?"
Elrond closed his eyes. "I know this may come as a shock to you, but you are my daughter, Celesilme Faelithilden." Shihaku took on a look of disbelief and was about to argue when Elrond explained everything to her. Though they were quite sure they were safe from outsiders, both did their best to act as if they were discovering this for the very first time. Forcing herself to cry, Shihaku sobbed on her father's shoulders.
"I am home," she whispered. "That is why this place has called for me. I had asked my guardians to travel here ages ago because of a longing to see Imladris. Now I know why." Shihaku bit her tongue to say that lie knowing well she did her best to avoid the Elven Haven. She could not stand the sadness she felt every time she came near the city. But now, that sadness was gone.
Elrond held his hand out to his youngest child. "Celesilme, you know your grandmother would eventually like to see you."
Shihaku nodded. "I know. I would like to meet her as well." Though Shihaku was not known for smiling, feeling Elrond's gentle hand on her cheek brought up the corners of her lips. She could not help but enjoy the gentle care of her father's treatment of her. Even her brothers and sister's affections were too loving to ignore or deny. And, she could not deny that deep in her heart, for many years, she secretly hoped to finally find her family. She did not care whether her family was rich or poor; she just wanted to be home.
"You know, you smile very much like your mother; radiant like the silver luster of the moon and of Ithildin itself."
Shihaku lowered her eyes unused to such praise. She did not think much of her smile. It was not becoming of a Ranger. "Thank you, Adar."
"You should smile more, Celesilme. Show off the beauty you have been graced with. I know that as a Ranger physically looks is not your interest but as an Elf, as Princess."
"I will try."
"That is all I ask, but no matter what, you are my daughter and I am proud of you." Elrond placed a kiss on her forehead.
Just then, Arwen appeared at the door. "So you are my little sister," she whispered, but the other two Elves heard. She walked toward them and put her hand on Shihaku's shoulder. "We shall soon hold a banquet for you when some troubles are over and your grief has passed. Shihaku nodded. "Do you know a song, Celesilme to sing for your lost family?"
Shihaku nodded and paused to think of a song. Closing her eyes words and melody came to her from Rivendell itself. She opened her mouth and a melodic voice filled the room. It was not an uncommon song in Rivendell but it was one of its more mournful tales and soon Arwen joined in, each sister exchanging harmony. Elrond watched and listened with a tranquil heart, soothed after years of pain. He felt himself a lucky father-perhaps one of the most fortunate Elves in history to be graced by such beautiful and gifted daughters. He knew that they would one day play a role in the future of middle Earth. Although this brought pride in his heart, he could not help but feel fear and apprehension as well. But he refused to dwell on such thoughts now. He would enjoy his time with his family here in Middle Earth for as long as he could.
That evening, in a large gathering, Elrond announced their discovery and there was a great cry of joy among the Elves. Estel and his foster brothers scanned the crowd for any signs of a traitor while placing smiles on their faces.
Shihaku looked on at the crowd with a bashful smile on her face. She was still a little pale from her injuries but she was certainly a lot healthier looking than Legolas. Looking at her people she could not help but smile sincerely now. They are truly happy, she thought. Putting her hand over her heart she felt a fluttering feeling grow. Long ago, this city mourned so much and now it is rejoicing.for me. Such a curious feeling. I do not know what it is in my heart, but I cannot deny that I am happy to have found my true home. I wish it was under different circumstances.
Arwen squeezed her hand gently and smiled. She saw the brightness in her sister's eyes and knew very well that she was actually happy to be there and it made her smile even more. She was worried that her life as a solitary Ranger would not allow her happiness with them here in Rivendell, but her expression now pushed away any fears. She turned to face her brothers who returned her smile but she noted that they were more interested in the crowd. Arwen watched as Estel took kept his eyes on the Elves but he caught her glance and turned to her. Their eyes met and he smiled gently. It was not the smile of joy from the wonderful news, it was the smile of contentment seeing the one he loved so happy. He would do everything in his power to ensure that happiness.
"Now I know this would require a large ceremony, but in light of the circumstances I think this would be better if done in a simple manner," said Elrond. He nodded to Arwen who turned and took something in an ornate wooden box. She held it up to her father who opened the small box and lifted an object wrapped in a purple velvet cloth. There was no mistaking the object and it seemed that the entire crowd was holding its breath. Elrond beckoned for Shihaku to come to him and she slowly stood up, walking toward her father. He unwrapped the object and held it out for all to see: a beautifully decorated circlet with an ithildin stone in the front. Shihaku's eyes widened and she looked at her father. She could not fathom that this could possibly be hers. Finding her composure, Shihaku lowered her head a little and Elrond placed the circlet on her head, letting the jewel hang on her forehead. There was a loud applause when she lifted her head to face her people. Shihaku could only smile.
That night, Shihaku paid another visit to the still invalid Legolas. He was now walking around, but still restricted to his room for at least another day. "I see you are walking now," she said, seeing Legolas pacing in his room.
Legolas turned to the door and saw Shihaku dressed as a Princess of Rivendell would be and his heart froze in his throat for a second. She looked quite stunning and she was only wearing a simple gown. "Yes and soon I will be glad to leave this room and take some fresh air."
Shihaku shook her head. "You know that really won't happen right? You cannot be seen here."
"I know, I know, but I will be careful. I cannot be kept cooped up in here, Shihaku. That would be worse than handing me over to Norvelin."
"Have patience, this will be over soon. Norvelin should be here soon. I can't imagine what is taking him so long."
"He might still be trying to look for us to make sure we haven't survived our latest perils."
"Speaking of which, how do you fair? You are still unlike your usual self."
"How would you know my lady, when you've seen me only as a wounded-Elf?" Legolas grinned.
"I've heard enough stories."
"You don't look quite well yourself. I hope you didn't overdo it today."
Shihaku said nothing, her silence implicating her and Legolas shook his head, still smiling. "The first part of our plan has been accomplished - that's the only important thing."
"Are you still ok with all of this?"
"I think so. I do not regret coming here and discovering my family, if that is what you mean. But, it will still take some time for me to swallow all of this. I am still to grow accustomed to the life of royalty, stuck here in one place."
"You can still travel, Shihaku, don't worry. You can join Estel and myself on our little adventures."
"In other words, keep you two out of trouble?" Legolas grinned. He sat down on the seat next to the window. "Sit with me Shihaku, for but a minute."
Shihaku obliged and walked to Legolas, taking a seat next to him. Though the moon was not directly facing her, the stars that dotted the night sky was enough to illuminate her beautiful face. Legolas was rendered speechless for a moment until he noticed the jewel on her circlet hanging on her forehead. He lifted his hand and traced the sparkling silver jewel with his finger. "An ithildin stone for the Elf who shines just as brightly."
Shihaku lowered her head a little, somewhat embarrassed. All this attention was not something she was used to and it almost made her uncomfortable, but she swallowed any annoyance or discomfort. She couldn't let something like this faze her. "."
"It suits you well," smiled Legolas. But, I think I like you better than the stone, he thought. He wanted to bring his hand down to caress her soft cheeks or cup her chin, but instead brought his hand down to his side. "Rivendell's spirits have lifted. I could hear them from this room. I'm sure even the trees and flowers here are rejoicing for your return, Shihaku."
"To think that something like your near-death and the bounty on Strider's head brought this sort of happiness.."
"Don't worry, soon we'll have a party to celebrate both your return and victory."
Shihaku could only nod. "I had better let you rest." She started to stand up when Legolas took her wrist. "Don't go yet, Shihaku," he whispered. "Won't you sing me a lullaby?"
Shihaku blinked, surprised, and looked at Legolas. A small smile came to her lips and Legolas' grin widened. "Only if you promise to actually go to bed."
"Of course," Legolas grinned and Shihaku couldn't believe how relieved she was inside that the Prince was still alive and well enough to smile like that. "That first song you sang to me was beautiful, do you mind singing it again?" The Elf shook her head and closed her eyes she began to sing. Slowly, as each word in its beautiful melody sank into Legolas' mind as his eyes became lost in his sleep and his grip on her wrist loosened. Slowly and quietly standing up, Shihaku left the room. She nearly walked right into her brothers when she turned the corner.
"Ah, Celesilme, sometimes I wonder if you are not a phantasm walking these corridors," said Elrohir with a smile.
"It is lucky for us that you are not," laughed Elladan. "Now that you must have put the Prince of Mirkwood to bed, how about you accompany us for a little stroll. Arwen abandoned us for Estel and Elrohir and I have gotten rather bored of each other."
Shihaku couldn't help but let out a little laugh thinking of Arwen and Strider and joined her brothers for a walk. If not for certain aspects of their circumstances it would almost seem as if they had walked those same paths together for years. Neither Elrohir nor Elladan failed to see the striking beauty that their sister emanated even more so under the night sky. Yet she seemed completely oblivious to it.
Before any of them realized it, they were at one of the smaller streams suddenly practicing their swordsmanship, each brother taking turns with their little sister. Elladan and Elrohir were quite impressed with her skills, not that they hadn't expected anything less from her. It all began when she was admiring their well-crafted Elven swords for they were not only beautiful, but deadly. They were definitely much better than her usual sword. Given permission to test out the blade for herself, she sparred first with Elladan and then Elrohir and it continued from there. Of course Shihaku was having some difficulty fighting in the robes of Rivendell she had yet to grow accustomed to. Her brothers knew this well but that did not stop them from poking fun at her for it. This eventually led to her poking fun at them and soon the fight between swords became a battle of wits.
They were not being particularly loud, but they had unintentionally wandered close to where Arden and Estel walked. Eventually Arwen's ears and Aragorn's own heightened senses led them to the three Elves. Estel had to laugh when he saw them. "All the world's luck to you both," he said as he walked toward them, Arwen by his side. "She is a hard one to top, but it is not impossible." He grinned at her and Shihaku gave him a look.
"She's definitely got the family genes then," said Arwen. "I wonder sometimes if it's wit or a hard head." They all laughed and soon Elrohir, Elladan, and Shihaku were taking turns poking fun at Arwen and Estel, teasing them about their relationship. Though Elladan and Elrohir did not want to lose their sister, they knew and loved her well enough -they trusted her with her own decisions. As for Estel, he was like a brother to them- they too knew him well and trusted him with their sister. Though because nothing was definite, the twins still secretly hoped there was more of a future for their sister than a mortal life.
They lingered there a little while longer but soon Shihaku declared it was time for them all to get some rest as the following day would certainly be long and so would the days to come. Agreeing, they returned to their rooms parting ways one by one.
Unbeknownst to all of them, except for perhaps the back of their minds, Elrond kept a close eye on his children and watched them with a smile. He was glad to see them getting along together so well; it seemed Shihauku was adjusting quite well, though he knew inside she was still in shock perhaps. She is a born warrior, he thought. She deserves the armaments of a great warrior of Rivendell.. He looked up at the sky. I wonder, Celebrian, if you can now see us, see how very much alive our daughter is.. I hope that you are able to live on in peace where you are. It will not be too long, I do not think, before we are reunited again..
END CH. 7
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Finally! Another chapter! Ok I know this has a lot of problems like grammar and stuff since there was a huge gap between when I first wrote this and when I finished (as in about..2 months? Or something? =P) But I figured I'd post now before something else would come up. you know, like getting really sick for over a month.and then having to deal with midterms. still being sick and then dealing with finals. Oh and not to mention writer's block.and falling a little out of LotR and back into Rurouni Kenshin. Lol. Ok enough blabbering. Hopefully the next chapter will be up sooner than this one but no guarantees cause this is a killer quarter for me. Hopefully I'll post the RIGHT chapters too. hehehe. I'll try to re-write this soon (hopefully with more Elvish) and I'll post that ASAP too. Thanks for all the support guys! You have no idea how good it feels to know that some people are enjoying this. Quite frankly I write a lot of stories based for my own entertainment and enjoyment.this is just one of the trial stories to see if some other people might enjoy it.soooo. thanks for reading and constantly making my day(s)!!