Legolas's Evenstar
Type : LOTR
Rating : Not rated yet ( I don't know how this will turn out as time goes on )
Summary : Ages have gone by and Legolas is alone with his kind. He wants more.
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It has been a hard three months of training. Tinaldon has taught me to work magic properly. He tells me it will take years before the magic comes easy to me. For now I have to live with working up a sweat and being tired.

Elladan and Elrohir let me leave the castle under Tinaldon super vision.

Voilia has gotten married. I no longer talk to her and she thinks it is because I am jealous. I am not, not really, not of her. I wish I could some day marry, be happy and have children. If Elladan and Elrohir will have their way, I will die a virgin.

"Come let us go. It is that day." Tinaldon tells me. I look up at him from in the garden and realize that, yes, to day is the day I take out to visit Belélith's grave.

I began to chant the words and take in the pull of nature around me. Soon I look like the elf maiden that left the castle for the festival that day. Putting on a cloak Tinaldon and I leave.

We arrive there later that day. I lay down next to Belélith's grave. Tinaldon goes off to leave me be.

"It's been a week since I last saw you. It's been the same as always. Yet, they did let me leave to go the market day before last! I brought a loaf of bread and rode a horse! Oh it has been ages since I have ridden a horse. Did you ever get to?" I ask patting the grass of the boy's grave.

"NO!" Came an unholy cry.

I jumped up from Belélith grave. "That sounded like Tinaldon." I say to myself as I rush back to the gates of the graveyard.

There stands a messenger of the kingdom and Tinaldon crouching in the grass. "What happened!" I demand to the messenger.

"It's the Lady Tinaldon. She is dead, ten elves dead in together. Killed when a child played with a flame spell caught the house on fire. An entire family wiped out. All save the little nephew of Lady Tinaldon, he was the child that started the fire." The messenger said clearly upset.

"How many are expected to follow?" I ask.

Tinaldon stands up painfully, "Twenty including myself. Her family lived out by themselves. They loved each other and that was enough for them."

I am in shock. I suddenly remember Elrohir's harsh words. 'All of them died over grief that began with a single death. Imagine if the Prince of a kingdom died.' I will not let Elladan's son die.

"Dolle naa lost! (your head is empty!) I can't believe you think I'd let you die." As soon as the words slip from my lips I remember my promise to myself not to care.

"Auta miqula orqu! (Go kiss an orc!)" Tinaldon shouts back as he dashes off and mounts his horse like a scared little boy.

"Away with you! Get your elf self back to the kingdom! Tell them I will return, I will not let their son die!" I say looking at the guard like his is a peasant. He nods and rushes off himself before I cash him back.

Making my way back to the grave I am ready to say my good byes. "Belélith, you'll have more friends... thirty or so people will be dying or have died. I don't want them to." I say suddenly beginning to rant.

"Valar help me please! Tell me what I can do! I must save the prince or a hold kingdom will follow their trail to you! Those people are not ready! They can not die! I will do anything! Anything to save them! Please Valar give me a sign!" I sobbed falling to Belélith's grave.

"Easy. Give them family. New family, family they have to live for." Someone says. I look up to see a bright-eyed blonde haired elf boy.

I cry out tumbling backwards. "My pretty sweet friend Hewen. You must give them family. Give the Prince a son. One that his beloved wife held, you must bring him to his senses! No one has thought about this... but if the Prince dies... the entire royal family will be wiped out! You must!" The boy says in a rush.

"Who are you!" I cry.

The boy smiled, "I know you so well Hewen, Valar thought I should be your sign. After all I should know most about people dying for a death they had no fault of." The boy says beginning to sit on Belélith's gravestone.

"Belélith? Oh goodness! Thank Valar!" I say jumping to hug him.

He is crying now, "I have to go. That was what I came here to tell you. Go tell the kings, tell them you have the permission of Valar. They will believe you."

I nod backing away from Belélith, "Will I ever see you again?"

Belélith smiled at me, "Yes, but Valar says I can not tell you when."

I nod as I leave knowing what must be done.

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Am I doing well?

D-Chan