A/N me again, I'm trying to post more often, so PLEASE enjoy!!!
Chapter 20 Conversations and a Letter
I smile kindly at Legolas as he was introduced. He nodded his head slowly and smiled back. Watching him, now with a name, he seemed a little familiar. Knitting my eyebrows, I make up my mind and asked him.
"Do....did....I know you?"
"Yes" was his reply, "before you were sent to different world. We were friends of a sort."
"I see." I paused; I was at a bit of a loss for words. Upon hearing a throat being lightly cleared, I turn my head towards the sound. Gandalf had stood up, gazing at me intently; as if he knew something I did not. Questioning confusion must have shown up on my face, because Gandalf immediately began explain several things to me.
" Child, I know not many things have been made clear to you, but now, I am to explain a few things. First off, the moment I saw your face in Bag- End, I knew who you were. I sent you along with the Hobbits, hoping that you would run across either Aragorn or I. The exact reason that you were sent to a different world was that Sauron suspected that your mother had one of three Elven rings; he planned to capture you and use you to get the ring. Fearing for your safety, your mother gathered all the energy she had to cast a spell to put you out of harms way."
I felt gratitude towards my mother's actions for my safety. Smiling faintly, I thank Gandalf for his explanation. With a slight knowing twinkle in his eye, he sat back down. It was then that Elrond spoke up.
"You mother sent me a letter, informing me that you have decided to revert back to Elven form. The phial she mentioned is more like a brew that will revert you completely to you original Elven form. It take me a few days to have it ready."
"When I do revert completely, what will I look like?" I asked, curiosity getting the better of me.
"You will have hair lighter than Legolas'," replied Glorfindel, "your eyes will be a bright emerald green. If I remember correctly, you should stand only an inch or so higher than you are now. You'll have light skin, with a faint golden touch to it, and an angular face like your mother's."
Smiling to myself and nodding, I look down at the wooden floor. I listen to the conversations going on around me. They were mostly discussing things about the ring and myself. I looked up when I felt a light tap on my shoulder.
There stood Legolas, peering down at me.
"Want to get out of here?"
Giving a slight nod, I get up and follow the blonde elf out of the room.
(Glorfindel)
I leaned towards Elrond and whispered into his ear.
"I believe we are going to have a repeat of their antics again." Elrond watched the two walk out of the room and smiled gravely.
"Yes, I remember how evasive those two used to be."
(Navalle)
"Where are we going?" I asked Legolas. He looked over his shoulder and smiled. Now I was really wondering where he was leading me. He went down a flight of stairs, with me trailing behind, absently looking around at the various statues placed somewhat randomly downstairs.
"The archery range is where we are headed." He replied, going out a pair of decorated oak doors. The sun's rays floated down through trees and onto the path that led into the forest surrounding Rivendell. Legolas chose the path and quickly went up a large chestnut tree. Coming to the base of the tree, I look up only find Legolas nowhere in sight.
Watching the tops of the tree, I saw leaves rustle momentarily before a something landing behind me. Whirling around I came face to face with Legolas; two pairs of bows and quivers filled with arrows were slung over his shoulders. Smiling at me again, he turned around and kept walking.
"Now, let's see if you still remember archery."
I stopped. "Remember? What do you mean? Remember?"
Turning around, he looked at me. "You and I used to be the best archers in Mirkwood and Lorien."
"Not the mention the two most elusive elves Middle Earth had ever seen."
Looking to my left stood Glorfindel, leaning against a tree, watching us with an amused glint in his eye. Legolas shuffled on his feet, smiling sheepishly. I look back and forth between the two, confusion building.
"You and Legolas, I recall, would often 'evade' certain things; like that one autumn festival." Said Glorfindel casually, a smile now on his face. "Your father, Legolas, was quite angry with you."
"Yes, I remember that quite clearly." Said Legolas, seemingly trying to shake the memory of the incident. I mentally shrug, and patiently tell myself I would remember this in due time. In the meantime, I sat and began to listen to various remembrances that Glorfindel had of the evasiveness of Legolas and I.
"How about the time you and Navadriel snuck off during the summer festivities, so you two could go horseback riding all around Lorien? Or, how about the time you two supposedly disappeared one morning in Imladris, only to find you two swimming by the waterfall later that day." I watched Glorfindel happily list even more tidbits of our adventures. I smiled, watching Legolas weakly tried to explain some instances. It was then that Arwen appeared.
Arwen smiled as Glorfindel and Legolas rambled on. not once noticing the appearance of the Elven maid. With a quick flick of her hand, Arwen motioned me to follow her. Stretching my legs, I stood up, using my hands for balance, I follow Arwen back on to the path leading back to the oak doors. Going inside, Arwen led me to the nearest chairs. Sitting down in one of the chairs, Arwen in the other, I calmly wait for her to say something.
"I believe we have much to discuss about, aunt."
(Glorfindel)
I held up my hand to quiet Legolas the moment I noticed Navadriel was nowhere in sight. Glancing up in the trees, making sure she hadn't climbed one, I failed to find her. Giving Legolas a questioning glance, silently asking if he knew where she went off to, but he only shrugged. I smiled to myself.
"Looks like Navadriel evaded us Legolas."
Hope you like this chap, so sorry about it taking so long, I had no inspiration what-so-ever. Also, tell what you think of this. I'm planning on using it in the fic, but where exactly, I don't know yet...
O' dear child, what has hurt you so?
Your silver tears wetting the earth.
Hair of strung gold with lost glitter.
Hands clenched over a mourning heart.
Sobs of your teary grief echo all around.
Please child, tell me what makes you cry.
Watery blue orbs watch a baleful sky.
Clothes whipping behind you, crying.
Your pain screams silently to all.
Child, dear child, dry your tears.
Let thy light guide you peace.
Hope is still with you crying one.
Your life still holds on for you.
Dear child, all is here for you.
Chapter 20 Conversations and a Letter
I smile kindly at Legolas as he was introduced. He nodded his head slowly and smiled back. Watching him, now with a name, he seemed a little familiar. Knitting my eyebrows, I make up my mind and asked him.
"Do....did....I know you?"
"Yes" was his reply, "before you were sent to different world. We were friends of a sort."
"I see." I paused; I was at a bit of a loss for words. Upon hearing a throat being lightly cleared, I turn my head towards the sound. Gandalf had stood up, gazing at me intently; as if he knew something I did not. Questioning confusion must have shown up on my face, because Gandalf immediately began explain several things to me.
" Child, I know not many things have been made clear to you, but now, I am to explain a few things. First off, the moment I saw your face in Bag- End, I knew who you were. I sent you along with the Hobbits, hoping that you would run across either Aragorn or I. The exact reason that you were sent to a different world was that Sauron suspected that your mother had one of three Elven rings; he planned to capture you and use you to get the ring. Fearing for your safety, your mother gathered all the energy she had to cast a spell to put you out of harms way."
I felt gratitude towards my mother's actions for my safety. Smiling faintly, I thank Gandalf for his explanation. With a slight knowing twinkle in his eye, he sat back down. It was then that Elrond spoke up.
"You mother sent me a letter, informing me that you have decided to revert back to Elven form. The phial she mentioned is more like a brew that will revert you completely to you original Elven form. It take me a few days to have it ready."
"When I do revert completely, what will I look like?" I asked, curiosity getting the better of me.
"You will have hair lighter than Legolas'," replied Glorfindel, "your eyes will be a bright emerald green. If I remember correctly, you should stand only an inch or so higher than you are now. You'll have light skin, with a faint golden touch to it, and an angular face like your mother's."
Smiling to myself and nodding, I look down at the wooden floor. I listen to the conversations going on around me. They were mostly discussing things about the ring and myself. I looked up when I felt a light tap on my shoulder.
There stood Legolas, peering down at me.
"Want to get out of here?"
Giving a slight nod, I get up and follow the blonde elf out of the room.
(Glorfindel)
I leaned towards Elrond and whispered into his ear.
"I believe we are going to have a repeat of their antics again." Elrond watched the two walk out of the room and smiled gravely.
"Yes, I remember how evasive those two used to be."
(Navalle)
"Where are we going?" I asked Legolas. He looked over his shoulder and smiled. Now I was really wondering where he was leading me. He went down a flight of stairs, with me trailing behind, absently looking around at the various statues placed somewhat randomly downstairs.
"The archery range is where we are headed." He replied, going out a pair of decorated oak doors. The sun's rays floated down through trees and onto the path that led into the forest surrounding Rivendell. Legolas chose the path and quickly went up a large chestnut tree. Coming to the base of the tree, I look up only find Legolas nowhere in sight.
Watching the tops of the tree, I saw leaves rustle momentarily before a something landing behind me. Whirling around I came face to face with Legolas; two pairs of bows and quivers filled with arrows were slung over his shoulders. Smiling at me again, he turned around and kept walking.
"Now, let's see if you still remember archery."
I stopped. "Remember? What do you mean? Remember?"
Turning around, he looked at me. "You and I used to be the best archers in Mirkwood and Lorien."
"Not the mention the two most elusive elves Middle Earth had ever seen."
Looking to my left stood Glorfindel, leaning against a tree, watching us with an amused glint in his eye. Legolas shuffled on his feet, smiling sheepishly. I look back and forth between the two, confusion building.
"You and Legolas, I recall, would often 'evade' certain things; like that one autumn festival." Said Glorfindel casually, a smile now on his face. "Your father, Legolas, was quite angry with you."
"Yes, I remember that quite clearly." Said Legolas, seemingly trying to shake the memory of the incident. I mentally shrug, and patiently tell myself I would remember this in due time. In the meantime, I sat and began to listen to various remembrances that Glorfindel had of the evasiveness of Legolas and I.
"How about the time you and Navadriel snuck off during the summer festivities, so you two could go horseback riding all around Lorien? Or, how about the time you two supposedly disappeared one morning in Imladris, only to find you two swimming by the waterfall later that day." I watched Glorfindel happily list even more tidbits of our adventures. I smiled, watching Legolas weakly tried to explain some instances. It was then that Arwen appeared.
Arwen smiled as Glorfindel and Legolas rambled on. not once noticing the appearance of the Elven maid. With a quick flick of her hand, Arwen motioned me to follow her. Stretching my legs, I stood up, using my hands for balance, I follow Arwen back on to the path leading back to the oak doors. Going inside, Arwen led me to the nearest chairs. Sitting down in one of the chairs, Arwen in the other, I calmly wait for her to say something.
"I believe we have much to discuss about, aunt."
(Glorfindel)
I held up my hand to quiet Legolas the moment I noticed Navadriel was nowhere in sight. Glancing up in the trees, making sure she hadn't climbed one, I failed to find her. Giving Legolas a questioning glance, silently asking if he knew where she went off to, but he only shrugged. I smiled to myself.
"Looks like Navadriel evaded us Legolas."
Hope you like this chap, so sorry about it taking so long, I had no inspiration what-so-ever. Also, tell what you think of this. I'm planning on using it in the fic, but where exactly, I don't know yet...
O' dear child, what has hurt you so?
Your silver tears wetting the earth.
Hair of strung gold with lost glitter.
Hands clenched over a mourning heart.
Sobs of your teary grief echo all around.
Please child, tell me what makes you cry.
Watery blue orbs watch a baleful sky.
Clothes whipping behind you, crying.
Your pain screams silently to all.
Child, dear child, dry your tears.
Let thy light guide you peace.
Hope is still with you crying one.
Your life still holds on for you.
Dear child, all is here for you.