1 Purple and Gold
I am not earning any money from writing this. All the characters from LOTR are Tolkien's I am just borrowing them. All the rest are my creation.
Legolas, Prince of Mirkwood, son of Thandruil,' the announcement echoed through the high ceiling, ringing through the great hall and floating over the many tables assembled there. Lord Elrond looked up from the company around him and watched as an elegant procession marched gracefully through the curved arch of the doors.
All the representatives of the different cultures and races of Middle- earth, were to be held in a great counsel, concerning the decision of what to do, now that Sauron had been defeated. Many had travelled for many thousands of miles to reach Riverndell, and many had never looked upon the graceful halls and corridors of the House of Elrond or even the peaceful, freedom and beauty of Rivendell.
The procession marched up to the top table. There were about six attendants surrounding the prince, all dressed lavishly in green robes. The Prince stepped forward dressed in a paler silver-green robe and cloak, and gave a graceful bow. The company had gone quiet at the announcement and were now watching and listening, taking in the new faces, and meditating upon their own course of action. Lord Elrond stood and addressed the Prince, 'Welcome again, Master Legolas, though this meeting I hope, brings better fortune than the last.'
'I thank you, my Lord. I am more than happy to attend another of your counsels. I am sure it will show much more promise and cheerfulness, than the last,' Prince Legolas replied in the formal greeting. He was shown to his sit, while the rest of the company once more rushed into merry converse.
Legolas was pleased to find he was placed next to his old companion, Aragorn. He was greeted by a warm smile, which lighted the normally stern face. 'Welcome my friend, it has been many moons since our last meeting, but I hope it will be just as joyous,' Aragorn's voice rang smooth and clear. Instead of the usual travellers' clothes, he wore those of which now suited his position far better. For a King of Gondor should not be seen in rags. A blood red robe, embroidered with gold could be seen under the purple silk of an elven made cloak. A band of gold was laid upon his brow, and his hair was brushed smooth around his shoulders.
'It is wonderful to see you again my Lord. Royalty has been good on you,' Legolas replied warmly.
'Please. Call me Aragorn. I would prefer to be thought of that way, rather than a king who cannot be approached,' he spoke thoughtfully, 'Have you heard from the hobbits or Gimli? It has been some time since I last heard word of them.'
'Only that of which that the hobbits had reached the Shire with safety, and that Gimli had gone to the north, but of where I know not,' the Prince answered with pleasure at being with his old friend. Aragorn nodded. Before he could reply, the doors flew open once more, and the elf who had announced their arrival, spoke, 'Frodo Baggins, Meriadoc Brandybuck, Peregrin Took and Samwise Gamgee, hobbits of the Shire.' The massive doors opened wide to allow four familiar hobbits in, they wore the usual attire of the folk of Hobbiton, but also clothed with the grey cloaks they were once given by the elves in Lothlorien. They looked upon Lord Elrond, with cheerful, yet weary smiles.
'Welcome my dear hobbits, your presence has been much anticipated by many, it is an honour that you should return and join us again,' Lord Elrond spoke over the once again silent hall. Many of the representatives started to whisper and murmuring fascination and interest.
'It is an honour to be back, my Lord,' spoke Frodo, 'We also have greatly anticipated this. Though we hope you can pardon our unprepared appearance, we were only notified of this meeting a short while ago and had to come with greatest of speed to meet you.'
'I hope that it did not cause too much trouble,' Lord Elrond replied finally, and the hobbits were led to their sits.
They were greeted by cheerful smiles, which were quickly returned. 'Dear hobbits, it is a joyous occasion to see you once again, and in such good health,' Legolas greeted them, with a twinkle in his eye. 'It is wonderful to be back,' replied Pippin, with new found excitement at the large audience. His gaze started to travel round the room taking note of all the new faces. Elves, men, dwarves, half-elven and even a few ents were among them. It was a delight to see Treebeard and Quickbeam standing solemnly by the door. He had not even noticed them when he came in.
'I hope the Shire is all well, and as it should be?' spoke Aragorn to Sam, who was the Mayor of Hobbiton.
'Very well indeed,' Sam replied with authority, 'Everything is once back to normal, and everyone is starting to relax and forget about all that horrible business anyway.'
They talked awhile about the Shire then moved on to the affairs of Gondor and soon Mirkwood. They were just finishing a heated recollection of some of their more amusing moments while on the Fellowship, when Lord Elrond stood up to speak once more.
'Welcome, elves, men, dwarves, ents, hobbits, and ladies, to this great counsel. As many of us are weary, and have travelled far and long to get here, we will first get some rest and nourishment. Though not all of us are yet here, we must not wait any longer, I feel that some would greatly disapprove of missing another meal,' his gaze lingered on the hobbits, a small smile upon his old- yet-young face, 'And so I welcome you to eat and drink and feast with us, as long as you wish, and your weary bodies can hold out.' The moment he finished, elves started pouring into the room bearing trays of nuts, figs, apples, and grapes and other exotic fruits from all over Middle-earth. Their glasses were filled with the best wine in Rivendell and their bellies were soon filled.
The hobbits were cheering with delight with all the wondrous fruits before them. never had so many been seen, even in their food stuffed hobbit-holes. Aragorn and Legolas chuckled with amusement as Merry and Pippin gazed in awe and amazement when their main course arrived, replacing, the now empty bowls of fruit. Vegetables of every kind were piled onto golden plates and venison and chicken and pork were brought out on silver platters. Loaves of bread were placed with sun-yellow butter and every kind of jam. Tomatoes, strawberries, cheese, and crackers were brought. Their glasses were filled again, and the sound of merry-making and laughter could be heard throughout the hall, as glassed were raised and clinked and stories told and retold.
During the duration of the meal, more representatives arrived and more announcements were made. but it was nearing the end of the feast, when a last person arrived.
'Gandalf the White,' counsellor, wizard, and friend.' The hall fell silent. Gandalf marched through the doors, dressed in flowing white robes and cloak. His beard was whiter than last time they saw it, if that was possible, but he carried himself tall and proud, and gracefully swept along the marble floor to meet Elrond with perfect ease.
'Welcome, Gandalf, friend and counsellor, I am greatly honoured by your presence. I hope your journey was not too hard, and that the road was easy and free of danger. Will you not sit by me?' Elrond's greeting was easily evident of great warmth and respect.
'I would be happy to sit by you, my Lord, for there is much to speak of, and much less time to say it in,' Gandalf moved to sit next to Elrond, on his right side. He caught the hobbits' eyes as he passed and winked. Aragorn moved over to give him room to sit, and greeted him.
Elrond, Gandalf and Aragorn were soon embedded in deep conversation, and the hobbits were busy eating and laughing over their many adventures. This left Legolas to wonder and study the many faces about the room. Old, young, proud and strong all had one thing in common. Happiness. Now the dark threat of Sauron had been lifted, the people of Middle-earth were finally left with peace. Able to rebuild ruined fortresses and households, and bring back light to where darkness had once invaded. Able to meet with long lost friends and bring back trust and smiles to peoples lives. They all seemed so relieved.
Why shouldn't they be? Was Legolas' only thought. He smiled as he saw faces, now tinted with the sleepiness of drink, smiling and laughing.
His thoughts were then interrupted by a pair of eyes, which looked back at him with innocence and yet wisdom. The name of the person they belonged to he did not know, but he felt a deep feeling of recognition. Strange, beautiful eyes, which captivated the mind and penetrated the soul. Violet, with flashes of green. He pulled his gaze away from those swirling violets and was able to look upon the creature that held such wonders. His attention was set upon a maiden. A maiden of elven blood, yet not quite elf. Her ears ended in the delicate point design, her hair the same silky smooth and skin the same fairness. But her eyes gave her a different look, that of man, but yet not. So indescribable was the difference that it could tangle the mind, until it is thought the image must have been elusion or madness.
This maiden was sitting beside a man which must have been her father and what appeared to be her Lady-in –waiting. She wore a violet silk dress, embroidered with delicate gold flowers and butterflies, the colour enhancing her eyes further. her golden hair was cascading down her shoulders and back, half pinned in a pattern of circles at the back of her head. She was not, as outward appearances might go, the most beautiful maiden he had ever looked upon; though she held more than her fair share of beauty. But the thing that caught Legolas so entranced was something else he could not rightly explain. A light seemed to radiate from her, calling to his soul, of that he felt so wonderful and inspired that is was almost close to that of the felling he had with the Lady Galadriel.
Legolas peered along the table to try to find where this maiden had come from. he recognised the Lord Carunden as her father. They came from the Blue Mountains, a small group of half-elven folk, shy and very quiet. He looked back towards her, watching as her Lady-in-waiting seemed to playfully mock her, chuckling. The maiden replied with a quiet word and laugh then also started to study the company around her. he was so absorbed in her radiance that he barely noticed her gaze upon his, until she gave him her full attention. He refocused and smiled, happily being rewarded with a quick smile, which was soon followed by a blush. She turned her gaze away from him, as her father spoke to her.
Legolas, realising he must of startled her, readjusted his attention back to the hobbits, who were now finishing their meal. Merry and Pippin were arguing over who should have the last piece of venison, when a rush of elves arrived with desserts. Immediately the venison was forgotten, and they stopped arguing and picked up apple crumble, cherry pie and sugar crusted toffee-apples. His mind drifted to that of Gandalf and Elrond's conversation, nut finding still no interest, found that Aragorn was now looking at him with an amused look.
'Should I know something?' Legolas pushed in through Aragorn's humour.
'Oh, I think you already do,' he chuckled to himself, remembering the time he first met Arwen.
'I don't know what you're talking about, my Lord,' Legolas replied stiffly, turning bright red. What was wrong with him? An elf of his age should be able to hide his emotions and not get all mushy and nervous over a pretty maiden. He scolded himself silently for being read so easily. Aragorn nodded and patted his shoulder, before going back to speak with Elrond.
Legolas found his mind ever moving back to the first sight of those magnificent eyes. Why was he suddenly so enthralled, so absorbed, by this maiden, as if he were a young heart which had looked upon his first beauty? Shifting into the present, he looked down at the sweet delicacies spread out before him. He picked a delicious looking cream tart, from a plate in front of him and started munching on the side, when his thoughts strayed to that of his dearest friend, Gimli. Where was he now? What was he doing? It would be nice to see him again, and jokingly challenge each other, over silly petty matters. He wondered what he would think of this sudden fondness towards this maiden. What would he say? His eyes met Frodo's with a sad loneliness. He wanted someone to be there for him, to take care of him when he was sad or depressed, and the same the other way. Someone to love. It seemed everyone else except himself was getting married, or engaged.
He sighed, 'Gandalf is there any word of Gimli?' Gandalf turned towards Legolas, taking note of the loneliness that surrounded him, and replied, 'It was last heard that he had travelled up the Anduin, all the way to Ered Mithrin, near mount Gundabad. but of anything more I know not. it was said he went to look for new treasures and mountains to burrow into, and settle down up north, with a new colony.' Legolas nodded. His friend would probably not be joining them then.
Thank you for reading please review. More coming soon.
I am not earning any money from writing this. All the characters from LOTR are Tolkien's I am just borrowing them. All the rest are my creation.
Legolas, Prince of Mirkwood, son of Thandruil,' the announcement echoed through the high ceiling, ringing through the great hall and floating over the many tables assembled there. Lord Elrond looked up from the company around him and watched as an elegant procession marched gracefully through the curved arch of the doors.
All the representatives of the different cultures and races of Middle- earth, were to be held in a great counsel, concerning the decision of what to do, now that Sauron had been defeated. Many had travelled for many thousands of miles to reach Riverndell, and many had never looked upon the graceful halls and corridors of the House of Elrond or even the peaceful, freedom and beauty of Rivendell.
The procession marched up to the top table. There were about six attendants surrounding the prince, all dressed lavishly in green robes. The Prince stepped forward dressed in a paler silver-green robe and cloak, and gave a graceful bow. The company had gone quiet at the announcement and were now watching and listening, taking in the new faces, and meditating upon their own course of action. Lord Elrond stood and addressed the Prince, 'Welcome again, Master Legolas, though this meeting I hope, brings better fortune than the last.'
'I thank you, my Lord. I am more than happy to attend another of your counsels. I am sure it will show much more promise and cheerfulness, than the last,' Prince Legolas replied in the formal greeting. He was shown to his sit, while the rest of the company once more rushed into merry converse.
Legolas was pleased to find he was placed next to his old companion, Aragorn. He was greeted by a warm smile, which lighted the normally stern face. 'Welcome my friend, it has been many moons since our last meeting, but I hope it will be just as joyous,' Aragorn's voice rang smooth and clear. Instead of the usual travellers' clothes, he wore those of which now suited his position far better. For a King of Gondor should not be seen in rags. A blood red robe, embroidered with gold could be seen under the purple silk of an elven made cloak. A band of gold was laid upon his brow, and his hair was brushed smooth around his shoulders.
'It is wonderful to see you again my Lord. Royalty has been good on you,' Legolas replied warmly.
'Please. Call me Aragorn. I would prefer to be thought of that way, rather than a king who cannot be approached,' he spoke thoughtfully, 'Have you heard from the hobbits or Gimli? It has been some time since I last heard word of them.'
'Only that of which that the hobbits had reached the Shire with safety, and that Gimli had gone to the north, but of where I know not,' the Prince answered with pleasure at being with his old friend. Aragorn nodded. Before he could reply, the doors flew open once more, and the elf who had announced their arrival, spoke, 'Frodo Baggins, Meriadoc Brandybuck, Peregrin Took and Samwise Gamgee, hobbits of the Shire.' The massive doors opened wide to allow four familiar hobbits in, they wore the usual attire of the folk of Hobbiton, but also clothed with the grey cloaks they were once given by the elves in Lothlorien. They looked upon Lord Elrond, with cheerful, yet weary smiles.
'Welcome my dear hobbits, your presence has been much anticipated by many, it is an honour that you should return and join us again,' Lord Elrond spoke over the once again silent hall. Many of the representatives started to whisper and murmuring fascination and interest.
'It is an honour to be back, my Lord,' spoke Frodo, 'We also have greatly anticipated this. Though we hope you can pardon our unprepared appearance, we were only notified of this meeting a short while ago and had to come with greatest of speed to meet you.'
'I hope that it did not cause too much trouble,' Lord Elrond replied finally, and the hobbits were led to their sits.
They were greeted by cheerful smiles, which were quickly returned. 'Dear hobbits, it is a joyous occasion to see you once again, and in such good health,' Legolas greeted them, with a twinkle in his eye. 'It is wonderful to be back,' replied Pippin, with new found excitement at the large audience. His gaze started to travel round the room taking note of all the new faces. Elves, men, dwarves, half-elven and even a few ents were among them. It was a delight to see Treebeard and Quickbeam standing solemnly by the door. He had not even noticed them when he came in.
'I hope the Shire is all well, and as it should be?' spoke Aragorn to Sam, who was the Mayor of Hobbiton.
'Very well indeed,' Sam replied with authority, 'Everything is once back to normal, and everyone is starting to relax and forget about all that horrible business anyway.'
They talked awhile about the Shire then moved on to the affairs of Gondor and soon Mirkwood. They were just finishing a heated recollection of some of their more amusing moments while on the Fellowship, when Lord Elrond stood up to speak once more.
'Welcome, elves, men, dwarves, ents, hobbits, and ladies, to this great counsel. As many of us are weary, and have travelled far and long to get here, we will first get some rest and nourishment. Though not all of us are yet here, we must not wait any longer, I feel that some would greatly disapprove of missing another meal,' his gaze lingered on the hobbits, a small smile upon his old- yet-young face, 'And so I welcome you to eat and drink and feast with us, as long as you wish, and your weary bodies can hold out.' The moment he finished, elves started pouring into the room bearing trays of nuts, figs, apples, and grapes and other exotic fruits from all over Middle-earth. Their glasses were filled with the best wine in Rivendell and their bellies were soon filled.
The hobbits were cheering with delight with all the wondrous fruits before them. never had so many been seen, even in their food stuffed hobbit-holes. Aragorn and Legolas chuckled with amusement as Merry and Pippin gazed in awe and amazement when their main course arrived, replacing, the now empty bowls of fruit. Vegetables of every kind were piled onto golden plates and venison and chicken and pork were brought out on silver platters. Loaves of bread were placed with sun-yellow butter and every kind of jam. Tomatoes, strawberries, cheese, and crackers were brought. Their glasses were filled again, and the sound of merry-making and laughter could be heard throughout the hall, as glassed were raised and clinked and stories told and retold.
During the duration of the meal, more representatives arrived and more announcements were made. but it was nearing the end of the feast, when a last person arrived.
'Gandalf the White,' counsellor, wizard, and friend.' The hall fell silent. Gandalf marched through the doors, dressed in flowing white robes and cloak. His beard was whiter than last time they saw it, if that was possible, but he carried himself tall and proud, and gracefully swept along the marble floor to meet Elrond with perfect ease.
'Welcome, Gandalf, friend and counsellor, I am greatly honoured by your presence. I hope your journey was not too hard, and that the road was easy and free of danger. Will you not sit by me?' Elrond's greeting was easily evident of great warmth and respect.
'I would be happy to sit by you, my Lord, for there is much to speak of, and much less time to say it in,' Gandalf moved to sit next to Elrond, on his right side. He caught the hobbits' eyes as he passed and winked. Aragorn moved over to give him room to sit, and greeted him.
Elrond, Gandalf and Aragorn were soon embedded in deep conversation, and the hobbits were busy eating and laughing over their many adventures. This left Legolas to wonder and study the many faces about the room. Old, young, proud and strong all had one thing in common. Happiness. Now the dark threat of Sauron had been lifted, the people of Middle-earth were finally left with peace. Able to rebuild ruined fortresses and households, and bring back light to where darkness had once invaded. Able to meet with long lost friends and bring back trust and smiles to peoples lives. They all seemed so relieved.
Why shouldn't they be? Was Legolas' only thought. He smiled as he saw faces, now tinted with the sleepiness of drink, smiling and laughing.
His thoughts were then interrupted by a pair of eyes, which looked back at him with innocence and yet wisdom. The name of the person they belonged to he did not know, but he felt a deep feeling of recognition. Strange, beautiful eyes, which captivated the mind and penetrated the soul. Violet, with flashes of green. He pulled his gaze away from those swirling violets and was able to look upon the creature that held such wonders. His attention was set upon a maiden. A maiden of elven blood, yet not quite elf. Her ears ended in the delicate point design, her hair the same silky smooth and skin the same fairness. But her eyes gave her a different look, that of man, but yet not. So indescribable was the difference that it could tangle the mind, until it is thought the image must have been elusion or madness.
This maiden was sitting beside a man which must have been her father and what appeared to be her Lady-in –waiting. She wore a violet silk dress, embroidered with delicate gold flowers and butterflies, the colour enhancing her eyes further. her golden hair was cascading down her shoulders and back, half pinned in a pattern of circles at the back of her head. She was not, as outward appearances might go, the most beautiful maiden he had ever looked upon; though she held more than her fair share of beauty. But the thing that caught Legolas so entranced was something else he could not rightly explain. A light seemed to radiate from her, calling to his soul, of that he felt so wonderful and inspired that is was almost close to that of the felling he had with the Lady Galadriel.
Legolas peered along the table to try to find where this maiden had come from. he recognised the Lord Carunden as her father. They came from the Blue Mountains, a small group of half-elven folk, shy and very quiet. He looked back towards her, watching as her Lady-in-waiting seemed to playfully mock her, chuckling. The maiden replied with a quiet word and laugh then also started to study the company around her. he was so absorbed in her radiance that he barely noticed her gaze upon his, until she gave him her full attention. He refocused and smiled, happily being rewarded with a quick smile, which was soon followed by a blush. She turned her gaze away from him, as her father spoke to her.
Legolas, realising he must of startled her, readjusted his attention back to the hobbits, who were now finishing their meal. Merry and Pippin were arguing over who should have the last piece of venison, when a rush of elves arrived with desserts. Immediately the venison was forgotten, and they stopped arguing and picked up apple crumble, cherry pie and sugar crusted toffee-apples. His mind drifted to that of Gandalf and Elrond's conversation, nut finding still no interest, found that Aragorn was now looking at him with an amused look.
'Should I know something?' Legolas pushed in through Aragorn's humour.
'Oh, I think you already do,' he chuckled to himself, remembering the time he first met Arwen.
'I don't know what you're talking about, my Lord,' Legolas replied stiffly, turning bright red. What was wrong with him? An elf of his age should be able to hide his emotions and not get all mushy and nervous over a pretty maiden. He scolded himself silently for being read so easily. Aragorn nodded and patted his shoulder, before going back to speak with Elrond.
Legolas found his mind ever moving back to the first sight of those magnificent eyes. Why was he suddenly so enthralled, so absorbed, by this maiden, as if he were a young heart which had looked upon his first beauty? Shifting into the present, he looked down at the sweet delicacies spread out before him. He picked a delicious looking cream tart, from a plate in front of him and started munching on the side, when his thoughts strayed to that of his dearest friend, Gimli. Where was he now? What was he doing? It would be nice to see him again, and jokingly challenge each other, over silly petty matters. He wondered what he would think of this sudden fondness towards this maiden. What would he say? His eyes met Frodo's with a sad loneliness. He wanted someone to be there for him, to take care of him when he was sad or depressed, and the same the other way. Someone to love. It seemed everyone else except himself was getting married, or engaged.
He sighed, 'Gandalf is there any word of Gimli?' Gandalf turned towards Legolas, taking note of the loneliness that surrounded him, and replied, 'It was last heard that he had travelled up the Anduin, all the way to Ered Mithrin, near mount Gundabad. but of anything more I know not. it was said he went to look for new treasures and mountains to burrow into, and settle down up north, with a new colony.' Legolas nodded. His friend would probably not be joining them then.
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