As we approached Mirkwood on foot and elf walked out from the trees. He
looked a little similar to Mimosa. He had the same long blonde hair, and
blue eyes. The following him was Mimosa. I looked at him and smiled. Ilhan
greeted Mimosa by holding his fore arm, and Mimosa held Ilhan's. The Ilhan
greeted the other elf the same way. Mimosa came to me and took my horse
from me and gave it to the other elf and said something to him in elvish.
Then he turned to me and smiled.
"Lady Fatima, I'm am very pleased to see you once again, but I'm a little disturbed by the circumstances. Come King Thranduil will like to speak to you." He said. He was smiling but he seemed a little distant. And his words 'but I'm a little disturbed by the circumstances' was very disturbing. I knew then that Rohan was in danger. But I couldn't help but feel a little excited. I was going to see the King of the elves. As we walked into Mirkwood my heart started beating faster and my legs felt very weak. I felt like a complete fool. I knew Mimosa could tell what I was thinking, and feeling.
"Mimosa, I am very glad to see you again too." I said with a little too much enthusiasm. He didn't say anything he just continued to walk. I tried to get a look at Ilhan's face but he was too far in front of me. Mimosa sensed Ilhan's anger and he caught up with him easily. He spoke to him in elvish, and I didn't understand anything he said. I felt a little odd. I was in a foreign place and I didn't know the language the elves spoke.
But when I looked to Ilhan it didn't seem he was very angry anymore. Mimosa must have said something to cheer him up. I felt guilty now for the way I treated him. I was acting very immature and childish, and I decided I would apologise when I had the chance to. As I followed Mimosa and Ilhan through Mirkwood I felt mesmerised by its beauty. As I looked around I thought that it seemed impossible that Mirkwood was ever an evil place.
Finally we arrived to the house of King Thranduil. I was very eager to see the king, but even more eager to see his son Prince Legolas. After hearing the stories my father said about him I had always wanted to meet him. Also all the women said that he was the fairest elf. Till now I thought Mimosa would be the fairest elf, but if Prince Legolas is fairer than he must be very beautiful. As I was guided through King Thranduil's home I felt even more overwhelmed than when I was in King Eomer's castle.
I found I was being led through a long hallway. And coming towards us was an elf whose face was lit up by the light form the torches hanging from the walls. His face was beautifully lit and he was elegantly dressed. I immediately suspected that this elf could be none other than The Prince of Mirkwood. And he was as the women described him, a very beautiful elf. He had the same features as most elves but his were a fairer, and a little taller. He had in his hand a beautiful bow. He stopped when he arrived in front of us. He eyed me in a suspicious way and then as if he recognised me he smiled and then bowed slightly.
"You must be the human woman Mimosa has been talking about. Lady Fatima is it not?" He asked. At first I didn't know how to answer. I felt the same way that I felt when I saw Mimosa. I opened my mouth but Mimosa came to my rescue.
"It is and yes she is the woman I have been talking about. She is unlike most women we know or have heard of Prince Legolas. I saw her kill a Nemanus with her sword." He said as if to impress Legolas. But he didn't seem impressed and I it mad me sad. I wanted to impress him for some unknown reason to me.
"Well that is strange. I have never heard of a woman who can fight, but I do know that the women of Rohan are trained to use a sword but I did not know they had the power to kill a Nemanus." He said. Even though he didn't seem impressed I still felt happy because his words showed that he was. I decided that I had to speak.
"Prince Legolas, I would just like you to know how pleased I am to finally meet you. I have heard many stories of your journey with the fellowship. To know that you had a part in saving middle-earth is very impressive." I tried to sound expressionless like Legolas but I couldn't. I knew it was easy for the elves but humans had a way of always expressing their feelings. I shifted the bag I was carrying from my left shoulder to the right.
"Please Lady Fatima let me take that for you." Mimosa said. Even though I wanted to be insulted I couldn't. But I decided to refuse his offer. I thought to myself that I must be strong and not show them any weakness.
"Thank you Mimosa but I am happy holding it myself." I said. All were now staring at me so I knew I had to say something to direct their attention somewhere else. "Well we better not keep King Thranduil waiting." I said.
"Well I guess since you are here I shall have to postpone my training session. We shall all now go to my father." He said and then began to lead us. I walked after Prince Legolas and I saw as his beautiful blonde hair. It was held together in a small plait. It made me think of my own hair. It was a lot darker than the elves but pretty much the same length. I then thought that Legolas looked only to be in his early twenties but he was over two and a half thousand years old. It made me jealous to think that the elves could live forever but I shall have to die. I would do almost anything to live forever.
Finally we came to a large double door which was made of wood, but had fine gold handles. It had some elvish writing, which I could not read. But Mimosa knew this and he translated it for me. King Thranduil's Chamber. I was about to meet the King of Mirkwood.
"Lady Fatima, I'm am very pleased to see you once again, but I'm a little disturbed by the circumstances. Come King Thranduil will like to speak to you." He said. He was smiling but he seemed a little distant. And his words 'but I'm a little disturbed by the circumstances' was very disturbing. I knew then that Rohan was in danger. But I couldn't help but feel a little excited. I was going to see the King of the elves. As we walked into Mirkwood my heart started beating faster and my legs felt very weak. I felt like a complete fool. I knew Mimosa could tell what I was thinking, and feeling.
"Mimosa, I am very glad to see you again too." I said with a little too much enthusiasm. He didn't say anything he just continued to walk. I tried to get a look at Ilhan's face but he was too far in front of me. Mimosa sensed Ilhan's anger and he caught up with him easily. He spoke to him in elvish, and I didn't understand anything he said. I felt a little odd. I was in a foreign place and I didn't know the language the elves spoke.
But when I looked to Ilhan it didn't seem he was very angry anymore. Mimosa must have said something to cheer him up. I felt guilty now for the way I treated him. I was acting very immature and childish, and I decided I would apologise when I had the chance to. As I followed Mimosa and Ilhan through Mirkwood I felt mesmerised by its beauty. As I looked around I thought that it seemed impossible that Mirkwood was ever an evil place.
Finally we arrived to the house of King Thranduil. I was very eager to see the king, but even more eager to see his son Prince Legolas. After hearing the stories my father said about him I had always wanted to meet him. Also all the women said that he was the fairest elf. Till now I thought Mimosa would be the fairest elf, but if Prince Legolas is fairer than he must be very beautiful. As I was guided through King Thranduil's home I felt even more overwhelmed than when I was in King Eomer's castle.
I found I was being led through a long hallway. And coming towards us was an elf whose face was lit up by the light form the torches hanging from the walls. His face was beautifully lit and he was elegantly dressed. I immediately suspected that this elf could be none other than The Prince of Mirkwood. And he was as the women described him, a very beautiful elf. He had the same features as most elves but his were a fairer, and a little taller. He had in his hand a beautiful bow. He stopped when he arrived in front of us. He eyed me in a suspicious way and then as if he recognised me he smiled and then bowed slightly.
"You must be the human woman Mimosa has been talking about. Lady Fatima is it not?" He asked. At first I didn't know how to answer. I felt the same way that I felt when I saw Mimosa. I opened my mouth but Mimosa came to my rescue.
"It is and yes she is the woman I have been talking about. She is unlike most women we know or have heard of Prince Legolas. I saw her kill a Nemanus with her sword." He said as if to impress Legolas. But he didn't seem impressed and I it mad me sad. I wanted to impress him for some unknown reason to me.
"Well that is strange. I have never heard of a woman who can fight, but I do know that the women of Rohan are trained to use a sword but I did not know they had the power to kill a Nemanus." He said. Even though he didn't seem impressed I still felt happy because his words showed that he was. I decided that I had to speak.
"Prince Legolas, I would just like you to know how pleased I am to finally meet you. I have heard many stories of your journey with the fellowship. To know that you had a part in saving middle-earth is very impressive." I tried to sound expressionless like Legolas but I couldn't. I knew it was easy for the elves but humans had a way of always expressing their feelings. I shifted the bag I was carrying from my left shoulder to the right.
"Please Lady Fatima let me take that for you." Mimosa said. Even though I wanted to be insulted I couldn't. But I decided to refuse his offer. I thought to myself that I must be strong and not show them any weakness.
"Thank you Mimosa but I am happy holding it myself." I said. All were now staring at me so I knew I had to say something to direct their attention somewhere else. "Well we better not keep King Thranduil waiting." I said.
"Well I guess since you are here I shall have to postpone my training session. We shall all now go to my father." He said and then began to lead us. I walked after Prince Legolas and I saw as his beautiful blonde hair. It was held together in a small plait. It made me think of my own hair. It was a lot darker than the elves but pretty much the same length. I then thought that Legolas looked only to be in his early twenties but he was over two and a half thousand years old. It made me jealous to think that the elves could live forever but I shall have to die. I would do almost anything to live forever.
Finally we came to a large double door which was made of wood, but had fine gold handles. It had some elvish writing, which I could not read. But Mimosa knew this and he translated it for me. King Thranduil's Chamber. I was about to meet the King of Mirkwood.