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Silmarillion. That all belongs to the wonderful J.R.R. Tolkien. I own well
maybe the plot and anything else you don't recognize.
A/N Just to let people know, this is my first lord of the rings fanfic, so be nice. My elvish isn't the best, but it should all be correct at least word wise. Grammar wise I don't think it is, but again I tried. And this will be a romance later on. It is also going to be a bit of a different Celeborn/Galadriel romance. The rating will probably go up later too. Now on to the story.
Chapter 1 Not the best of meetings
The dining hall of King Thingol was bustling with activity as happy elves ate and talked. Most of the talk was about the upcoming feast when the Noldor princes and princess would arrive. Most maidens were giggling about how handsome the princes must be. While the men, mostly the warriors made up wild stories about the Lady. So when the doors were thrown open and a wet messenger from Border Patrol rushed in all sound ceased.
The messenger quickly walked up to the king and queen and gave them a slight bow before he began speaking. "My King, orcs are attacking the Northern border."
"Can't the border patrol handle them?" King Elu Thingol asked.
"Lord, there are hundreds and the Noldorian lords and lady are coming only a few miles away from there."
Gasps were heard all around the hall, but the king was barely fazed. Instead he turned to his left and spoke to the silver-haired male who sat there. "Celeborn, I want you to lead a convoy out to the Noldorians and lead them safely back. I also don't want a single one of them hurt. Do you understand?" He warned his nephew.
"Yes, Sire none will be hurt at all." Celeborn replied in his lyrical voice. The captain stood and bowed low to his liege and turned and walked to the doors. The soft click of his elven boots was the only sound in the hall. But when he spoke again most of the elves jumped. For the change in his voice was so drastic that those who weren't soldiers were scared. In a sharp commanding voice he spoke again. "Beleg, Thalion, Mablung, Rochtur, gather your men and meet me outside ready to go. Fully armed and horses ready too."
Men under the four men called began to stand up and follow their captain but he was gone already. By the time the men were up the wide double doors had already been thrown open and slammed shut with such an impact that if the craftsmanship hadn't have been so good, they would have fallen off of their hinges. Such hatred Celeborn the Wise of Doriath, highest captain of the warriors, and great-nephew of King Thingol, had for the orcs of Morgoth. As his rage built, so did his eagerness to fight the foul creatures. He began to run towards his room to grab his bow and his sword, for he knew he couldn't fight with his ceremony blade he wore as a sign of his rank.
When he got to his room he threw the sword on his bed and pulled his formal attire off and replaced it with riding trousers of gray, a white shirt that fit tight enough not to get in his way when fighting, but not too tight to render his movement. Next, he placed his quiver on his back and slung his bow on it. Over that he placed his dark blue cloak with the silver tree across his shoulders and fastened it with the mithril sword that his niece Nimloth had made for him. He put on a pair of sturdy black boots. Finally he grabbed his twin double bladed swords, put them in their sheaths on each side of his hips, and stuck his two daggers in their places in his boots. Now he was ready to lead his men in battle. As he hurried towards the stables he wondered how long he would have to wait before all of his men showed up. 'At least five minutes,' he thought grimly. Celeborn was ready to kill some worthless orcs. So it was a great surprise that when he did reach the stables all of his men were there, saddled up, and even had his horse ready for him. 'Since when did I become Celeborn the Slow?' he thought as he mounted his gray speckled black stallion. "We ride men. But remember what the king said, not one will be hurt. Noro lim, noro norn! Bedi, bedi, bedi!" Celeborn ordered his warriors and off out of Menegroth they went and into the forests and rain.
Leading the men was Celeborn and behind him in a perfect row of four were Beleg, Mablung, Rochtur, and Thalion. Now behind each of them were ten elves. These were the best of Menegroth and honored above all other warriors. They were trained in the ways of bows, swords, lances or spears, and horses. They were all of grim face and proud stature. These men were the honor guards of Doriath. Not once in all the time that they had been fighting against Morgoth had they lost one man and they weren't going to lose one anytime soon.
For several minutes they had been galloping in silence when Celeborn decided to speak again. "We ride hard men, as fast as we can. None Noldo hurt and that is an order men." As they speeded up to the fastest there horses could do in the forests, they began to hear signs of a battle being fought. The sound of orcs reached their sensitive ears. The orcs were making a dreadful roar, the one they make when they know they are about to win. The sound froze Celeborn's heart and he again ordered his men. "Noro lim," he yelled. "Split up and find them."
As the men began to break formation, they also began to hear sounds of elven yells. Some were cries for help and other were cries of battle. Celeborn by this time had reached the edge of the forest and could see the battle. He pulled out his bow and three arrows and notched them up. He was out of firing-range, but not by much. Just a little further and he could begin to wreak hell on the foul creatures.
Five more feet, three feet, one foot, and he let loose three arrows at once. The shriek of pain was his sweet reward. He grabbed three more arrows from the quiver, notched them, and let them fly. Before those three had even hit a target he had loaded another three and was searching for the Noldo elves so he could help them. But he was still too far away to be sure of where they were so he let those arrows fly. He kept on doing this until he was at his last arrow and only fifteen feet away from the battle.
He let the last go, put up his bow, and pulled out his twin blades. If the orc was anywhere near him he was slashing and slicing at it. Out of the corners of his eyes, he could see his other forty men doing the same; some with their sword and others with the lance. Celeborn risked a quick glance up to scan for the Noldo and this time he found them. They were forty-five away towards the North and that was the direction he began going. But while looking up Celeborn didn't see the orc that was charging out him from his left. Only when his horse charged forward did he even look down. But by then it was too late the orc had already grabbed hold of his cloak and had pulled him down.
In Celeborn's surprise he dropped both of his swords when he was pulled off. He hit the ground and tried to roll away but the orc had a good hold on him. He was pulled to a standing position only that his feet didn't touch the ground. But that didn't mean he couldn't use his feet. No, Celeborn kicked out at the orc with one foot and brought the other one up enough so that he could reach his dagger in his boot. When then orc looked back at the silver elf, all he saw was a silver dagger heading straight for his head.
He then pulled his dagger out of the dead orc's skull and stuck in back in its hiding place. Quickly he began to look for his swords. When he couldn't find them he began to panic. 'Thingol gave me those what is he going to say when I come back and tell him that I lost them? Oh this can't be good.' Well he couldn't dwell on it too long as he saw three more orcs coming towards him all with long swords. He pulled his daggers out and searched for his stallion quickly. When he spotted him, he ran as fast as he could and took a big jump and landed on the back on him. "Noro lim, Mornpegceleb!"
From the back of his saddle he pulled out his spare sword. 'Thank the Valar I left this one on the saddle,' he thought. As the orcs began to close in on him, he fought as hard as he could with that one sword but it was nothing compared to his twin blades. Without them, he wasn't as deadly, nor could he kill as many orcs as he could have before.
"Maethors have any of you seen my swords?" He called out to his men hoping that someone might have picked them up.
"Na le megils lìn?" Asked a voice to his side. Celeborn turned half expecting it to be one of his men, when to his surprise it was a Noldo maiden.
"Yes lady, they are my swords. And I would love to have them back because it is a little bit hard to fight orcs using only one sword." He replied keeping his temper in check.
"Then you must be quite the maethor to wield such blades and two of them at that."
"Some have told me that and if I had them back maybe I could prove it." With that said he turned quickly in his saddle and stabbed the orc trying to sneak unsuccessfully up behind him. Pulling his blade free he turned back to the lady and again asked for his blades back.
"If you can catch them you can have them back." And then she tossed them blade side towards him and hoped that it didn't hurt him too bad.
"Iôn uin inuhû!" Celeborn exclaimed as he sheathed the one sword he had and reached out and took hold of the tips of the swords and then flipped them so that his hands grasped the hilts instead of the blades. When he glanced away from his swords he noticed that all of the Noldo were glaring out him as if he had just done the worst thing in the all of Arda.
So he turned towards them and gave them a slight bow of his head and spoke. "I am Celeborn, great-nephew of King Thingol and am here to escort you back safely to Menegroth. Now if you would please wait until we are in the safety of the woods before I do this properly? Thank you very much." Celeborn said once again using his lyrical voice. This made the Noldo confused as if wondering is this the same elf that just twenty seconds ago swore in the harshest of tones?
"Hîr nîn," Celeborn turned to Mablung who had just addressed him. "Hoth o yrch anglenna."
"Mablung get the men ready to retreat. We fight this one in the Girdle. But make sure they stay behind the Noldo." He commanded in his harsh voice again.
"Yes Captain. Men form for retreat." He ordered as he left Celeborn's side.
"Now my lords and lady if you would we need to go to the forest now." He had just begun to leave when he noticed they still hadn't even thought of moving. "We have to go now." He yelled at them as his temper began to flare up.
Still they didn't move. So he turned his stallion behind them and rearing up yelled once more in his sternest voice. "If you do not leave now, these plains will be covered with orcs and we will all be dead. Now go. Noro lim, noro lim!" But still they didn't move so he took off and grabbed the nearest horse's reins and dragged him and his rider after him. As he neared the forest, he looked back to make sure the others were following and they were a little bit further behind him, but they were coming.
But it was in the corner of his eye that he saw the two orcs getting ready to fire their arrows at his companion who happened to be the Lady Artanis. Thingol's words came back to him then and he knew what he had to do. He slowed Mornpegceleb down so that the lady would catch up with him, stood up on the back of the saddle using his perfect elven balance, and launched himself at the lady.
Time seemed to slow down as he hit her. But he knew that he needed to act fast. He twisted the lady around so that he was on the outside and then he felt two arrows sink into his flesh. One went in his right shoulder and the other one in his lower back. The pain was horrible. His whole body felt as though it were on fire and when he thought it couldn't get worse, it did. A third arrow embedded itself into the back of his left knee, shattering the kneecap. But still he slid his legs under the lady so that she wouldn't get hurt in the fall. Just before they hit the ground he asked the lady something. "Please forgive me lady." Then they hit the ground and everything went black for Celeborn.
Translations Beleg-mighty Rochtur-horse master Thalion-Strong or Steadfast Mablung-of the Heavy Hand Noro lim, noro norn! Bedi, bedi, bedi! -Run fast, run hard! Go go go! Mornpegceleb -Black Speckled Silver, name of his horse Maethors-warriors Na le megils lìn? -Be thee swords yours? Iôn uin inuhû-Son of the female dog (couldn't find what a is) Hîr nîn-my lord Hoth o yrch anglenna-horde of orcs approach
So just go ahead now and tell me what you think. If it sucks just go ahead and tell me that. And if you have suggestions tell me that too.
A/N Just to let people know, this is my first lord of the rings fanfic, so be nice. My elvish isn't the best, but it should all be correct at least word wise. Grammar wise I don't think it is, but again I tried. And this will be a romance later on. It is also going to be a bit of a different Celeborn/Galadriel romance. The rating will probably go up later too. Now on to the story.
Chapter 1 Not the best of meetings
The dining hall of King Thingol was bustling with activity as happy elves ate and talked. Most of the talk was about the upcoming feast when the Noldor princes and princess would arrive. Most maidens were giggling about how handsome the princes must be. While the men, mostly the warriors made up wild stories about the Lady. So when the doors were thrown open and a wet messenger from Border Patrol rushed in all sound ceased.
The messenger quickly walked up to the king and queen and gave them a slight bow before he began speaking. "My King, orcs are attacking the Northern border."
"Can't the border patrol handle them?" King Elu Thingol asked.
"Lord, there are hundreds and the Noldorian lords and lady are coming only a few miles away from there."
Gasps were heard all around the hall, but the king was barely fazed. Instead he turned to his left and spoke to the silver-haired male who sat there. "Celeborn, I want you to lead a convoy out to the Noldorians and lead them safely back. I also don't want a single one of them hurt. Do you understand?" He warned his nephew.
"Yes, Sire none will be hurt at all." Celeborn replied in his lyrical voice. The captain stood and bowed low to his liege and turned and walked to the doors. The soft click of his elven boots was the only sound in the hall. But when he spoke again most of the elves jumped. For the change in his voice was so drastic that those who weren't soldiers were scared. In a sharp commanding voice he spoke again. "Beleg, Thalion, Mablung, Rochtur, gather your men and meet me outside ready to go. Fully armed and horses ready too."
Men under the four men called began to stand up and follow their captain but he was gone already. By the time the men were up the wide double doors had already been thrown open and slammed shut with such an impact that if the craftsmanship hadn't have been so good, they would have fallen off of their hinges. Such hatred Celeborn the Wise of Doriath, highest captain of the warriors, and great-nephew of King Thingol, had for the orcs of Morgoth. As his rage built, so did his eagerness to fight the foul creatures. He began to run towards his room to grab his bow and his sword, for he knew he couldn't fight with his ceremony blade he wore as a sign of his rank.
When he got to his room he threw the sword on his bed and pulled his formal attire off and replaced it with riding trousers of gray, a white shirt that fit tight enough not to get in his way when fighting, but not too tight to render his movement. Next, he placed his quiver on his back and slung his bow on it. Over that he placed his dark blue cloak with the silver tree across his shoulders and fastened it with the mithril sword that his niece Nimloth had made for him. He put on a pair of sturdy black boots. Finally he grabbed his twin double bladed swords, put them in their sheaths on each side of his hips, and stuck his two daggers in their places in his boots. Now he was ready to lead his men in battle. As he hurried towards the stables he wondered how long he would have to wait before all of his men showed up. 'At least five minutes,' he thought grimly. Celeborn was ready to kill some worthless orcs. So it was a great surprise that when he did reach the stables all of his men were there, saddled up, and even had his horse ready for him. 'Since when did I become Celeborn the Slow?' he thought as he mounted his gray speckled black stallion. "We ride men. But remember what the king said, not one will be hurt. Noro lim, noro norn! Bedi, bedi, bedi!" Celeborn ordered his warriors and off out of Menegroth they went and into the forests and rain.
Leading the men was Celeborn and behind him in a perfect row of four were Beleg, Mablung, Rochtur, and Thalion. Now behind each of them were ten elves. These were the best of Menegroth and honored above all other warriors. They were trained in the ways of bows, swords, lances or spears, and horses. They were all of grim face and proud stature. These men were the honor guards of Doriath. Not once in all the time that they had been fighting against Morgoth had they lost one man and they weren't going to lose one anytime soon.
For several minutes they had been galloping in silence when Celeborn decided to speak again. "We ride hard men, as fast as we can. None Noldo hurt and that is an order men." As they speeded up to the fastest there horses could do in the forests, they began to hear signs of a battle being fought. The sound of orcs reached their sensitive ears. The orcs were making a dreadful roar, the one they make when they know they are about to win. The sound froze Celeborn's heart and he again ordered his men. "Noro lim," he yelled. "Split up and find them."
As the men began to break formation, they also began to hear sounds of elven yells. Some were cries for help and other were cries of battle. Celeborn by this time had reached the edge of the forest and could see the battle. He pulled out his bow and three arrows and notched them up. He was out of firing-range, but not by much. Just a little further and he could begin to wreak hell on the foul creatures.
Five more feet, three feet, one foot, and he let loose three arrows at once. The shriek of pain was his sweet reward. He grabbed three more arrows from the quiver, notched them, and let them fly. Before those three had even hit a target he had loaded another three and was searching for the Noldo elves so he could help them. But he was still too far away to be sure of where they were so he let those arrows fly. He kept on doing this until he was at his last arrow and only fifteen feet away from the battle.
He let the last go, put up his bow, and pulled out his twin blades. If the orc was anywhere near him he was slashing and slicing at it. Out of the corners of his eyes, he could see his other forty men doing the same; some with their sword and others with the lance. Celeborn risked a quick glance up to scan for the Noldo and this time he found them. They were forty-five away towards the North and that was the direction he began going. But while looking up Celeborn didn't see the orc that was charging out him from his left. Only when his horse charged forward did he even look down. But by then it was too late the orc had already grabbed hold of his cloak and had pulled him down.
In Celeborn's surprise he dropped both of his swords when he was pulled off. He hit the ground and tried to roll away but the orc had a good hold on him. He was pulled to a standing position only that his feet didn't touch the ground. But that didn't mean he couldn't use his feet. No, Celeborn kicked out at the orc with one foot and brought the other one up enough so that he could reach his dagger in his boot. When then orc looked back at the silver elf, all he saw was a silver dagger heading straight for his head.
He then pulled his dagger out of the dead orc's skull and stuck in back in its hiding place. Quickly he began to look for his swords. When he couldn't find them he began to panic. 'Thingol gave me those what is he going to say when I come back and tell him that I lost them? Oh this can't be good.' Well he couldn't dwell on it too long as he saw three more orcs coming towards him all with long swords. He pulled his daggers out and searched for his stallion quickly. When he spotted him, he ran as fast as he could and took a big jump and landed on the back on him. "Noro lim, Mornpegceleb!"
From the back of his saddle he pulled out his spare sword. 'Thank the Valar I left this one on the saddle,' he thought. As the orcs began to close in on him, he fought as hard as he could with that one sword but it was nothing compared to his twin blades. Without them, he wasn't as deadly, nor could he kill as many orcs as he could have before.
"Maethors have any of you seen my swords?" He called out to his men hoping that someone might have picked them up.
"Na le megils lìn?" Asked a voice to his side. Celeborn turned half expecting it to be one of his men, when to his surprise it was a Noldo maiden.
"Yes lady, they are my swords. And I would love to have them back because it is a little bit hard to fight orcs using only one sword." He replied keeping his temper in check.
"Then you must be quite the maethor to wield such blades and two of them at that."
"Some have told me that and if I had them back maybe I could prove it." With that said he turned quickly in his saddle and stabbed the orc trying to sneak unsuccessfully up behind him. Pulling his blade free he turned back to the lady and again asked for his blades back.
"If you can catch them you can have them back." And then she tossed them blade side towards him and hoped that it didn't hurt him too bad.
"Iôn uin inuhû!" Celeborn exclaimed as he sheathed the one sword he had and reached out and took hold of the tips of the swords and then flipped them so that his hands grasped the hilts instead of the blades. When he glanced away from his swords he noticed that all of the Noldo were glaring out him as if he had just done the worst thing in the all of Arda.
So he turned towards them and gave them a slight bow of his head and spoke. "I am Celeborn, great-nephew of King Thingol and am here to escort you back safely to Menegroth. Now if you would please wait until we are in the safety of the woods before I do this properly? Thank you very much." Celeborn said once again using his lyrical voice. This made the Noldo confused as if wondering is this the same elf that just twenty seconds ago swore in the harshest of tones?
"Hîr nîn," Celeborn turned to Mablung who had just addressed him. "Hoth o yrch anglenna."
"Mablung get the men ready to retreat. We fight this one in the Girdle. But make sure they stay behind the Noldo." He commanded in his harsh voice again.
"Yes Captain. Men form for retreat." He ordered as he left Celeborn's side.
"Now my lords and lady if you would we need to go to the forest now." He had just begun to leave when he noticed they still hadn't even thought of moving. "We have to go now." He yelled at them as his temper began to flare up.
Still they didn't move. So he turned his stallion behind them and rearing up yelled once more in his sternest voice. "If you do not leave now, these plains will be covered with orcs and we will all be dead. Now go. Noro lim, noro lim!" But still they didn't move so he took off and grabbed the nearest horse's reins and dragged him and his rider after him. As he neared the forest, he looked back to make sure the others were following and they were a little bit further behind him, but they were coming.
But it was in the corner of his eye that he saw the two orcs getting ready to fire their arrows at his companion who happened to be the Lady Artanis. Thingol's words came back to him then and he knew what he had to do. He slowed Mornpegceleb down so that the lady would catch up with him, stood up on the back of the saddle using his perfect elven balance, and launched himself at the lady.
Time seemed to slow down as he hit her. But he knew that he needed to act fast. He twisted the lady around so that he was on the outside and then he felt two arrows sink into his flesh. One went in his right shoulder and the other one in his lower back. The pain was horrible. His whole body felt as though it were on fire and when he thought it couldn't get worse, it did. A third arrow embedded itself into the back of his left knee, shattering the kneecap. But still he slid his legs under the lady so that she wouldn't get hurt in the fall. Just before they hit the ground he asked the lady something. "Please forgive me lady." Then they hit the ground and everything went black for Celeborn.
Translations Beleg-mighty Rochtur-horse master Thalion-Strong or Steadfast Mablung-of the Heavy Hand Noro lim, noro norn! Bedi, bedi, bedi! -Run fast, run hard! Go go go! Mornpegceleb -Black Speckled Silver, name of his horse Maethors-warriors Na le megils lìn? -Be thee swords yours? Iôn uin inuhû-Son of the female dog (couldn't find what a is) Hîr nîn-my lord Hoth o yrch anglenna-horde of orcs approach
So just go ahead now and tell me what you think. If it sucks just go ahead and tell me that. And if you have suggestions tell me that too.