Author: Relenquinix and Edward Uwnhai Silverfang
E-mail: Relenquinix@Yahoo.com and Eddie_Uwnhai@Yahoo.com
Warning: Contains violence. This story is an alternate universe story; nothing having to do with the books, so that means no spoilers.
Summery: There are four Squad's of Elves who work to cleans the dimensions of orcs. Kind of hard to explain, but its about all of the Squads and how they get along and their war's. basically.
Authors Note: Sorry it took so long, writers block sucks, but I tried the best I could and I don't think I did to bad with the descriptions of the land!! Any ways, sorry 'bout the trouble and making Eddie do two chapters. I'll try not to do it again, but I was really sick, I get bronchitis way to easily and it felt as if I was coughing up my lungs, could hardly sleep at night and then I was tired all the time and still had to go to work.. *grumbles to himself*
*~*~*~*~*~*~ Chapter Seven ~*~*~*~*~*~*
It was only a few days after they had returned home when Elrond received word from Celeborn saying they had been attacked by orcs. It had sounded absurd and unbelievable, but Celeborn was not the type of elf to make mistakes especially one this catastrophic. It worried him, if the damnable beasts could find a way into Kira, then they could find a way into Kain.
*~*~*~*~ Thranduil ~*~*~*~*
We had yet to go home when Ereinion Gil-Galad came to us and gave us a letter written by Celeborn, I read it over once, twice, and a third time. Hardly believing my eyes, "I need to get back to Mirc." I said quickly.
I left the room and made my way down the halls to Oiolossë, one of my advisers and had a short conversation with him, then left, leaving behind the instructions to hastily pack and get the men ready to leave at once.
Then I walked up to mine and my sons shared rooms and walked in. Legolas sat huddled under the blankets, fast asleep, and beautiful. I smiled slightly in pride and walked over to him. Gently shaking his shoulder he scrunched up his nose, then relaxed and his eyes came into focus and he grinned sleepily up at me.
"Get up, were leaving as soon as were packed." I looked at me in confusion. "I'll explain as were working." He nodded his head, standing and dressing in his riding clothes and packing his bag with the small amount of things he brought as I tell him about the letter.
His face reflected shock, questions running through my mind obviously finding there way into his as well. But he didn't say any thing. Soon we were out in the field and riding at full gallop towards the transporting stones. Through the Bwath Forest to the Gladden Fields and to the Forest Rica, where they transported to the fourth planet in the system, Mirc.
Filled to the brim with giant spiders and Large worms that will pop up from the moist soil that they breath with to eat the forest inhabitants and then there was the field just out side of the Forest, tall weeds his the snakes and other reptiles, even the large gregarious Raptors that hunt elf as a perfect dessert for their taste buds.
Mirc did not need orcs to add to their list of monstrosities. It had its fill, even in the water, and deep under ground in the caves, with demons of older times long lost and mostly forgotten. Told only in children tales and in books, even with the elves that had their everlasting life and memories to look back upon.
Soon they were falling and were on the rocky turf surrounding their stones. They remounted and were riding the short distance to the river Adurant, crossing it and entering a glade filled with a glow and sparkle almost.
The trees had decks around them and little homes supported in them, criss crossing with bridges and ropes. Then further up the path was a cave; it was where Thranduil and his family lived. Also it was where the Library, kitchen, different studies and many other things were located.
Thranduil entered this cave, giving his horse over to a groom and leading his son down the long hallways lighted with magic torches supported by a number of mage's living in Mirc. "Lets get to bed, we've had a long trip." Thranduil said, steering his son to his room. Legolas was half asleep already, and Thranduil had to support him while he was stripping him for bed, then he tuck him under and kissed his forehead lightly.
He walked out, closing the door and going to his own room, there he sat back on his bed and stared u at the canopy above, thinking. A face appeared before his own, a woman. She was smiling and laughed lightly, and as Thranduil concentrated on her, his room fell away to reveal a clearing where a hot spring was located, and he was wet from swimming it.
The woman leaned down and kissed him lightly, and backed off jumping into the pool again. She was speaking, but Thranduil didn't even bather trying to remember the words she had spoken, just watching her beautiful form swim in his minds eyes. He sighed and sat up as he realized tears were prickling at the sides of his eyes, wiping them away and preparing for bed. Falling into a light doze an hour later.
It was early the next morning that Thranduil woke to movement in his room; he looked up and saw a pale form slinking through the door, blond hair a curtain over his face. He walked up to the bed and worked his way under the covers, laying down next to his father and curling up next to Thranduil's warm form and he pulled Legolas closer, smiling into the mop of blond hair.
"Another bad dream?" He asked, Legolas shook his head in an affirmative, smiling into his father's chest. Soon they were asleep once more. Legolas wrapped all across his fathers form.
Thranduil woke himself early the next morning he had work to do and needed to get to it as quickly as possible. He discreetly moved his son over and covered him up in the blanket and tucked it in, leaving his son with a kiss on the forehead. Then dressing quickly and exiting the room, walking down the halls and into his office he looked over his letters from the captains of his army, to the elders of the different villages surrounding his countryside.
Before he knew it, there was a soft knock on his door, and opening it was his blond son who peeked his head inside. Legolas had stayed fast to his habits of not speaking, even after whatever the horrible dream was that had haunted him. He had not had very many of them, only three since they had begun and only the first had been blood curdling.
The other to almost calm while it had happened, Thranduil himself being unable to tell except that his son woke with a start and had responded in his usual nods to the questions asked. Soon Legolas was at his side and looking imploringly down at him while rubbing his stomach.
I smiled and Legolas looked down at me disapprovingly. I smiled, "Come let us get some breakfast then!" And I stand up, take my sons arm and walk out of the office and down the hall to the dinning hall.
~*~*~*~*~
E-mail: Relenquinix@Yahoo.com and Eddie_Uwnhai@Yahoo.com
Warning: Contains violence. This story is an alternate universe story; nothing having to do with the books, so that means no spoilers.
Summery: There are four Squad's of Elves who work to cleans the dimensions of orcs. Kind of hard to explain, but its about all of the Squads and how they get along and their war's. basically.
Authors Note: Sorry it took so long, writers block sucks, but I tried the best I could and I don't think I did to bad with the descriptions of the land!! Any ways, sorry 'bout the trouble and making Eddie do two chapters. I'll try not to do it again, but I was really sick, I get bronchitis way to easily and it felt as if I was coughing up my lungs, could hardly sleep at night and then I was tired all the time and still had to go to work.. *grumbles to himself*
*~*~*~*~*~*~ Chapter Seven ~*~*~*~*~*~*
It was only a few days after they had returned home when Elrond received word from Celeborn saying they had been attacked by orcs. It had sounded absurd and unbelievable, but Celeborn was not the type of elf to make mistakes especially one this catastrophic. It worried him, if the damnable beasts could find a way into Kira, then they could find a way into Kain.
*~*~*~*~ Thranduil ~*~*~*~*
We had yet to go home when Ereinion Gil-Galad came to us and gave us a letter written by Celeborn, I read it over once, twice, and a third time. Hardly believing my eyes, "I need to get back to Mirc." I said quickly.
I left the room and made my way down the halls to Oiolossë, one of my advisers and had a short conversation with him, then left, leaving behind the instructions to hastily pack and get the men ready to leave at once.
Then I walked up to mine and my sons shared rooms and walked in. Legolas sat huddled under the blankets, fast asleep, and beautiful. I smiled slightly in pride and walked over to him. Gently shaking his shoulder he scrunched up his nose, then relaxed and his eyes came into focus and he grinned sleepily up at me.
"Get up, were leaving as soon as were packed." I looked at me in confusion. "I'll explain as were working." He nodded his head, standing and dressing in his riding clothes and packing his bag with the small amount of things he brought as I tell him about the letter.
His face reflected shock, questions running through my mind obviously finding there way into his as well. But he didn't say any thing. Soon we were out in the field and riding at full gallop towards the transporting stones. Through the Bwath Forest to the Gladden Fields and to the Forest Rica, where they transported to the fourth planet in the system, Mirc.
Filled to the brim with giant spiders and Large worms that will pop up from the moist soil that they breath with to eat the forest inhabitants and then there was the field just out side of the Forest, tall weeds his the snakes and other reptiles, even the large gregarious Raptors that hunt elf as a perfect dessert for their taste buds.
Mirc did not need orcs to add to their list of monstrosities. It had its fill, even in the water, and deep under ground in the caves, with demons of older times long lost and mostly forgotten. Told only in children tales and in books, even with the elves that had their everlasting life and memories to look back upon.
Soon they were falling and were on the rocky turf surrounding their stones. They remounted and were riding the short distance to the river Adurant, crossing it and entering a glade filled with a glow and sparkle almost.
The trees had decks around them and little homes supported in them, criss crossing with bridges and ropes. Then further up the path was a cave; it was where Thranduil and his family lived. Also it was where the Library, kitchen, different studies and many other things were located.
Thranduil entered this cave, giving his horse over to a groom and leading his son down the long hallways lighted with magic torches supported by a number of mage's living in Mirc. "Lets get to bed, we've had a long trip." Thranduil said, steering his son to his room. Legolas was half asleep already, and Thranduil had to support him while he was stripping him for bed, then he tuck him under and kissed his forehead lightly.
He walked out, closing the door and going to his own room, there he sat back on his bed and stared u at the canopy above, thinking. A face appeared before his own, a woman. She was smiling and laughed lightly, and as Thranduil concentrated on her, his room fell away to reveal a clearing where a hot spring was located, and he was wet from swimming it.
The woman leaned down and kissed him lightly, and backed off jumping into the pool again. She was speaking, but Thranduil didn't even bather trying to remember the words she had spoken, just watching her beautiful form swim in his minds eyes. He sighed and sat up as he realized tears were prickling at the sides of his eyes, wiping them away and preparing for bed. Falling into a light doze an hour later.
It was early the next morning that Thranduil woke to movement in his room; he looked up and saw a pale form slinking through the door, blond hair a curtain over his face. He walked up to the bed and worked his way under the covers, laying down next to his father and curling up next to Thranduil's warm form and he pulled Legolas closer, smiling into the mop of blond hair.
"Another bad dream?" He asked, Legolas shook his head in an affirmative, smiling into his father's chest. Soon they were asleep once more. Legolas wrapped all across his fathers form.
Thranduil woke himself early the next morning he had work to do and needed to get to it as quickly as possible. He discreetly moved his son over and covered him up in the blanket and tucked it in, leaving his son with a kiss on the forehead. Then dressing quickly and exiting the room, walking down the halls and into his office he looked over his letters from the captains of his army, to the elders of the different villages surrounding his countryside.
Before he knew it, there was a soft knock on his door, and opening it was his blond son who peeked his head inside. Legolas had stayed fast to his habits of not speaking, even after whatever the horrible dream was that had haunted him. He had not had very many of them, only three since they had begun and only the first had been blood curdling.
The other to almost calm while it had happened, Thranduil himself being unable to tell except that his son woke with a start and had responded in his usual nods to the questions asked. Soon Legolas was at his side and looking imploringly down at him while rubbing his stomach.
I smiled and Legolas looked down at me disapprovingly. I smiled, "Come let us get some breakfast then!" And I stand up, take my sons arm and walk out of the office and down the hall to the dinning hall.
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