Disclaimer: Um, let me check... Nope, I don't own one of the greatest stories
ever created. =( Poor me. (LOL)
Summary: AU. In a world where elves are hunted by men and taken as slaves,
one man must learn to overcome what he has been taught and see things as they
truly are, with the help of two extraordinary people.
A/N: Elvish words are in - -, and translations will be posted at the end of
the chapter. However, my resources are rather limited, so if I cannot find
the Elvish words for something, I'll just put the entire phrase in * *.
Companions
Chapter Seven
Legolas stood in the rickety wagon, grumbling soundlessly to himself as he
once again tried to break free from the chains that held him and once again
failed. Sighing, he let his hands fall to his sides, hearing the ring as the
links of the chain struck one another. It seemed almost hopeless.
Two weeks had passed since his capture, and during that time he had been
passed along from one slave dealer to another. Nobody had seemed to show any
interest in "purchasing" him, using such excuses as "He looks too fierce, I
have children to think of!" or "I do not have the time to break another
slave," and had moved onto the next poor soul. These acts disgusted the
Prince of Mirkwood and he tried daily for escape. However, luck was seemingly
not with him at present time, seeing as he was still being sold as a slave.
Most of his kind were "slaves" to the Men who had destroyed their homes and
their lives. It was hard for him to understand how such a great race as the
Eldar had come to this. In the beginning they had no reason to suspect an
attack from their neighboors in the land of men, and therefore had been over-
taken easily, but still, would not somebody have had the thought to fight
back? The idea of living as they had been intended to; in peace with the
other inhabitants of Middle-earth, and at peace with the world around them.
Once again a soft sigh escaped from between his lips as he began to realize
how hopeless everything seemed. His people, what few of them were still free,
were no longer what they had once been. The inner light that all of elven
blood possessed had greatly dimmed, devoured by the dark shadow that had
swiftly crept across the land so long ago. Thinking back on it, he realized
that they had been losing hope from the very beginning, when the great army
had descended upon Lothlorien. Though the ruling Lord and Lady had barely
escaped with their lives, they had gone on to gather together the remaining
elven forces. The turning point for the elven race has not been seeing the
Lady Galadriel so close to death, it had been when her granddaughter had been
taken. Undomiel had truly been the evenstar of her people, bringing then
peace and joy with her prescence. She reminded them of a time without
troubles, a time that was long past when the land was new and had not seen
bloodshed. When she was taken, the days seemed less bright, the stars didn't
shine as they had, and life had lost its wonder.
Elrond had been certain all these years that his daughter was alive, though
there was little evidence to prove his belief. Following their father's
lead, Elrohir and Elladan, her older twin brothers, had kept up a constant
search for their sister, using all resources to learn information of her
whereabouts, as well as the location of many other elves that had been
captured. The rest of her family helped as well, keeping track of everything
they gathered so that when the time came, they could set their people free.
He had been part of that search from its very creation, helping in any way he
could, for he too had been touched by these horrible events. As a child, he
and Arwen had been the best of friends, staying in close contact through the
years and taking every opportunity to meet. When he heard of her capture, he
had run to his father, pleading with him to send their army after those who
had harmed their friends. Readily agreeing, his father had gathered their
forces, feeling a great pride for the way his son had handled the situation.
However, it was not to be for soon after they found themselves in the midst
of a horrible battle that lasted longer than any could remember.
Slowly reaching down, making the movements seem casual so as not to be
noticed by the guards, he felt where he had hidden the necklace. If it had
not been for the slight weight against his leg, he would never have known it
was there. A special pocket had been designed so that he could store things
like small knives without them being found. A light padding was placed around
the pocket to make up for lack of fabric, concealing the pocket completely.
If one didn't know where to look, nothing short of ripping the pants to
shreds would reveal the hidden treasure, and for that he was thankful. He
knew that all these years of living as a slave would have some effect of the
fair lady, and the last thing he would want to happen was him losing the one
object that could bring her the strength to go on.
Just the thought of what had most likely been done to her sent chills up his
spine, but he knew that if anyone could survive such an ordeal, it was
Undomiel, for her spirit was that of a star that never fades.
A/N: I am so sorry that it has taken me so long to finally get this chapter
out. I was busy working on my Anita Blake fanfiction (if there are any fans
of Asher reading this, you may want to check out my story Mon Ange, staring
the golden-haired one himself) as well as my original fairy tale like story
Angelas (once again, anyone who enjoys a good romance story set upon a
fantasy background, I would love to know what you think.)
I'm also sorry about the shortness of this chapter. The next part is going to
be rather lengthy, or at least that's what I'm planning, but I thought I'd be
nice to all my readers and give them this little bit. Let em know I haven't
forgotten them.
Thank you to everyone who has given me their support on this project, it
means the world to me. *bows in gratitude*
Nathronoelei
"Weaver of Dreams"
August 1, 2002
ever created. =( Poor me. (LOL)
Summary: AU. In a world where elves are hunted by men and taken as slaves,
one man must learn to overcome what he has been taught and see things as they
truly are, with the help of two extraordinary people.
A/N: Elvish words are in - -, and translations will be posted at the end of
the chapter. However, my resources are rather limited, so if I cannot find
the Elvish words for something, I'll just put the entire phrase in * *.
Companions
Chapter Seven
Legolas stood in the rickety wagon, grumbling soundlessly to himself as he
once again tried to break free from the chains that held him and once again
failed. Sighing, he let his hands fall to his sides, hearing the ring as the
links of the chain struck one another. It seemed almost hopeless.
Two weeks had passed since his capture, and during that time he had been
passed along from one slave dealer to another. Nobody had seemed to show any
interest in "purchasing" him, using such excuses as "He looks too fierce, I
have children to think of!" or "I do not have the time to break another
slave," and had moved onto the next poor soul. These acts disgusted the
Prince of Mirkwood and he tried daily for escape. However, luck was seemingly
not with him at present time, seeing as he was still being sold as a slave.
Most of his kind were "slaves" to the Men who had destroyed their homes and
their lives. It was hard for him to understand how such a great race as the
Eldar had come to this. In the beginning they had no reason to suspect an
attack from their neighboors in the land of men, and therefore had been over-
taken easily, but still, would not somebody have had the thought to fight
back? The idea of living as they had been intended to; in peace with the
other inhabitants of Middle-earth, and at peace with the world around them.
Once again a soft sigh escaped from between his lips as he began to realize
how hopeless everything seemed. His people, what few of them were still free,
were no longer what they had once been. The inner light that all of elven
blood possessed had greatly dimmed, devoured by the dark shadow that had
swiftly crept across the land so long ago. Thinking back on it, he realized
that they had been losing hope from the very beginning, when the great army
had descended upon Lothlorien. Though the ruling Lord and Lady had barely
escaped with their lives, they had gone on to gather together the remaining
elven forces. The turning point for the elven race has not been seeing the
Lady Galadriel so close to death, it had been when her granddaughter had been
taken. Undomiel had truly been the evenstar of her people, bringing then
peace and joy with her prescence. She reminded them of a time without
troubles, a time that was long past when the land was new and had not seen
bloodshed. When she was taken, the days seemed less bright, the stars didn't
shine as they had, and life had lost its wonder.
Elrond had been certain all these years that his daughter was alive, though
there was little evidence to prove his belief. Following their father's
lead, Elrohir and Elladan, her older twin brothers, had kept up a constant
search for their sister, using all resources to learn information of her
whereabouts, as well as the location of many other elves that had been
captured. The rest of her family helped as well, keeping track of everything
they gathered so that when the time came, they could set their people free.
He had been part of that search from its very creation, helping in any way he
could, for he too had been touched by these horrible events. As a child, he
and Arwen had been the best of friends, staying in close contact through the
years and taking every opportunity to meet. When he heard of her capture, he
had run to his father, pleading with him to send their army after those who
had harmed their friends. Readily agreeing, his father had gathered their
forces, feeling a great pride for the way his son had handled the situation.
However, it was not to be for soon after they found themselves in the midst
of a horrible battle that lasted longer than any could remember.
Slowly reaching down, making the movements seem casual so as not to be
noticed by the guards, he felt where he had hidden the necklace. If it had
not been for the slight weight against his leg, he would never have known it
was there. A special pocket had been designed so that he could store things
like small knives without them being found. A light padding was placed around
the pocket to make up for lack of fabric, concealing the pocket completely.
If one didn't know where to look, nothing short of ripping the pants to
shreds would reveal the hidden treasure, and for that he was thankful. He
knew that all these years of living as a slave would have some effect of the
fair lady, and the last thing he would want to happen was him losing the one
object that could bring her the strength to go on.
Just the thought of what had most likely been done to her sent chills up his
spine, but he knew that if anyone could survive such an ordeal, it was
Undomiel, for her spirit was that of a star that never fades.
A/N: I am so sorry that it has taken me so long to finally get this chapter
out. I was busy working on my Anita Blake fanfiction (if there are any fans
of Asher reading this, you may want to check out my story Mon Ange, staring
the golden-haired one himself) as well as my original fairy tale like story
Angelas (once again, anyone who enjoys a good romance story set upon a
fantasy background, I would love to know what you think.)
I'm also sorry about the shortness of this chapter. The next part is going to
be rather lengthy, or at least that's what I'm planning, but I thought I'd be
nice to all my readers and give them this little bit. Let em know I haven't
forgotten them.
Thank you to everyone who has given me their support on this project, it
means the world to me. *bows in gratitude*
Nathronoelei
"Weaver of Dreams"
August 1, 2002