***
There was something everyone had missed. For Loswen had taken the time to say goodbye to Mirglor and she had also done something else. She had written a letter. She had written a letter to Legolas, to Mirglor. The letter had asked one thing of Legolas, one thing. That was that he not leave Middle-Earth before Loswen met up with Mirglor and himself. She knew he longed for the sea, but he was a good person, he would wait for her. He would not deny her a probable last chance to see her daughter, to explain why.
Alas, the letter was lost. The letter never came to the eyes of anyone who would take heed of it or know what it meant. So Loswen, keeping alive some hope in her heart that she could, if she ever deemed herself fit, return to Mirglor. Knowing that they wouldn't leave Middle-Earth without her, stayed away.
And so, when the passing of King Elessar finally came, and Arwen had left. Legolas built a ship and decided to sail with Gimli and Glindin, he had no idea that Loswen was coming to meet him. For something had happened in the last 30 years, something to finally 'knock some sense' into Loswen. She had finally met someone who knew her and of her 'plight'. For that is what it was, self imposed but still a plight.
It was chance that she had stumbled upon this person. It was in the eaves of East Lorien that Loswen had met him, t'was an elf, of colouring like to that of her. It was so like that of hers you would think them related, for they were. It was Loswen's brother that she met. If sense was to be instilled in her by any person, it was one that knew her well. She shared with her brother the love of the snow, for his name was Morlos, dark snow and now she was more like him that she would ever admit.
She was trying desperately to stay away from elves, but after all this time she had found that she had wandered into East Lorien. News had reached her many years ago that the land was ruled by Lord Celeborn. She longed to see other elves, even with their eternal memories, she had never met anyone from Lorien. Surely a chance meeting with some other elves could do her no harm?
She had been wrong, for as she wandered, someone had sought Loswen out with a message. News had come that Legolas and Glindin were to depart from Middle-Earth. The Kingdom of Thranduil was not exactly overjoyed by this news. They were losing their prince and princess, would their King want to remain in the forest for long without his heirs? But in the forest the news disturbed some people in more than one way.
The family of Loswen were torn. They loved their granddaughter, they still cared for their daughter and wanted nothing to happen to them. Nothing to upset them as this would. But what could they do? Legolas was the guardian of Glindin, she didn't know them, and if she didn't leave now, she would probably be separated from him for years longer than they cared to count. Alas, they did not fear so much that they would miss her, more so that their daughter would miss her. So they sent out her brothers, carrying messages to all whom may see her.
One brother was sun-kissed, his skin darker, his hair deep and his eyes the colour of the earth he trod on. The other was paler, his hair and skin akin to that of Loswen's, yet his eyes were grey as the Mountains of Mirkwood. The second brother found her, shocked she was to see him.
Mithlos heard a noise, she peered around, "Who is there? Show yourself!" She called.
From the trees above her, a deep voice answered, "I will show myself, if you show yourself..."
"I show myself, for surely you can see me!" Mithlos searched the trees above her.
The voice, in a serious tone replied, "All I see is a shell, I thought I saw someone I knew, alas, I see someone I don't."
At the mention of recognition, Mithlos bolted. She owner of the voice quickly caught up with her. She fought but he quickly stilled her. She gasped when she saw his face. It was as she feared, a face she knew.
"What brings a sister of mine into East Lorien?"
"What brings a brother of mine into East Lorien?"
The two attempted to stare each other off, but, as mostly happens, neither won. Before she knew what was happening, Loswen was enveloped in an enormous hug.
"I have missed my sister, I have missed Loswen." He whispered quickly.
"Well you shall have to miss her more," Mithlos replied, "For she is dead and gone."
"Alas, if that would be true, for I see her not standing before me, but lying under the surface." He sighed, "Would I that I had time for this, I bring ill news, no parents can ever stop caring for their child, so I plea to the part of Loswen that cared for Mirglor, who is now Glindin. She departs for the West, with our prince, Legolas." Loswen flinched at that name, "I come to tell you to fly, catch them, do not let the seas sunder you."
A light was in Loswen's eyes, something that had been gone so long it was almost foreign to her. She heard her brother out, she thanked him and his family and raced to meet them.
***
The time had come, the Fellowship had passed, on Middle-Earth they were all that remained. Peace was what Legolas wished for, as did Gimli. They had built the ship, Legolas was finally forsaking Middle-Earth, Gimli was coming, no love of Jewels was keeping him here. Glindin on the other hand, she loved Middle-Earth, she loved Jewels and most of all, she still believed that her mother would return. To her it had become almost like a fantasy, something that she dreamed of almost every night and yet never expected to happen anymore. Yet she would leave with them, for she loved her father and life with him was better than a dream of a life with her mother.
Thoughts of forgiveness for Loswen had entered his mind over the years, but every time they did, he saw Loswen staring out of her window. Looking in the place she had last seen her mother. Countless drawings of the woman hung around Glindin's room. They were only her in two situations, he painfully recognised them both. The first was her during the fight and the second...he did not recognise so much as know when it had occurred. Her face was streaked with tears and she was looking intently at the artist. It had been when Glindin had last seen her. The child must have surely known that she would not see her mother, Eru knows if she begged to be taken. She seemed to have memorised every detail of the woman in those few moments into her mind.
He had told his people he was leaving, surely Loswen knew, yet even if she did arrive Legolas did not think that he would let her take Glindin. This is where his dilemma was, he would perhaps, even forgive her and allow her to come, if that is what Glindin wanted. He would do anything for her, but he would not let her be taken from him. All he hoped was that Loswen did not arrive, Glindin would always have him, she never really knew Loswen, her dream of her mother would be shattered if she met her. Surely.
Legolas was sure that Glindin was just in love with the idea of her mother, the woman who she was before she left her. Legolas had heard, through Gimli what she was now like, news came to him. She was nothing like the woman he had loved, she was nothing like Loswen, the naïve princess of Mirkwood. The elf he found, lying in the snow.
He made a last check of the supplies and went to get Glindin and Gimli, they would set sail on the Anduin on the morrow.
A/N: God, this is really crap, eugh, I hate this, you're right, I need to put in more speech between Legolas and Loswen. Argh, that'll be hard to write. Also, I've noticed a few problems, I should change them, but I'll do it once the story's finished. They are, (I think):
. elves are pregnant for one year exactly
. Mirkwood was under attack during the War of the Ring, including fire.
. after the War of the Ring Thranduil's realm only extends to the mountains of the forest and Celeborn has the bottom bit until the Narrows (the bit that looks like it's being pulled in by a belt)
. Loswen had already bloody met Merry and Pippin, but I had them not recognising her, dammit, I'll change it to someone else, you just wait and see, lol.
. there were more, but I've forgotten them, if anyone has anymore, please tell me.
(p.s. what u think?)
There was something everyone had missed. For Loswen had taken the time to say goodbye to Mirglor and she had also done something else. She had written a letter. She had written a letter to Legolas, to Mirglor. The letter had asked one thing of Legolas, one thing. That was that he not leave Middle-Earth before Loswen met up with Mirglor and himself. She knew he longed for the sea, but he was a good person, he would wait for her. He would not deny her a probable last chance to see her daughter, to explain why.
Alas, the letter was lost. The letter never came to the eyes of anyone who would take heed of it or know what it meant. So Loswen, keeping alive some hope in her heart that she could, if she ever deemed herself fit, return to Mirglor. Knowing that they wouldn't leave Middle-Earth without her, stayed away.
And so, when the passing of King Elessar finally came, and Arwen had left. Legolas built a ship and decided to sail with Gimli and Glindin, he had no idea that Loswen was coming to meet him. For something had happened in the last 30 years, something to finally 'knock some sense' into Loswen. She had finally met someone who knew her and of her 'plight'. For that is what it was, self imposed but still a plight.
It was chance that she had stumbled upon this person. It was in the eaves of East Lorien that Loswen had met him, t'was an elf, of colouring like to that of her. It was so like that of hers you would think them related, for they were. It was Loswen's brother that she met. If sense was to be instilled in her by any person, it was one that knew her well. She shared with her brother the love of the snow, for his name was Morlos, dark snow and now she was more like him that she would ever admit.
She was trying desperately to stay away from elves, but after all this time she had found that she had wandered into East Lorien. News had reached her many years ago that the land was ruled by Lord Celeborn. She longed to see other elves, even with their eternal memories, she had never met anyone from Lorien. Surely a chance meeting with some other elves could do her no harm?
She had been wrong, for as she wandered, someone had sought Loswen out with a message. News had come that Legolas and Glindin were to depart from Middle-Earth. The Kingdom of Thranduil was not exactly overjoyed by this news. They were losing their prince and princess, would their King want to remain in the forest for long without his heirs? But in the forest the news disturbed some people in more than one way.
The family of Loswen were torn. They loved their granddaughter, they still cared for their daughter and wanted nothing to happen to them. Nothing to upset them as this would. But what could they do? Legolas was the guardian of Glindin, she didn't know them, and if she didn't leave now, she would probably be separated from him for years longer than they cared to count. Alas, they did not fear so much that they would miss her, more so that their daughter would miss her. So they sent out her brothers, carrying messages to all whom may see her.
One brother was sun-kissed, his skin darker, his hair deep and his eyes the colour of the earth he trod on. The other was paler, his hair and skin akin to that of Loswen's, yet his eyes were grey as the Mountains of Mirkwood. The second brother found her, shocked she was to see him.
Mithlos heard a noise, she peered around, "Who is there? Show yourself!" She called.
From the trees above her, a deep voice answered, "I will show myself, if you show yourself..."
"I show myself, for surely you can see me!" Mithlos searched the trees above her.
The voice, in a serious tone replied, "All I see is a shell, I thought I saw someone I knew, alas, I see someone I don't."
At the mention of recognition, Mithlos bolted. She owner of the voice quickly caught up with her. She fought but he quickly stilled her. She gasped when she saw his face. It was as she feared, a face she knew.
"What brings a sister of mine into East Lorien?"
"What brings a brother of mine into East Lorien?"
The two attempted to stare each other off, but, as mostly happens, neither won. Before she knew what was happening, Loswen was enveloped in an enormous hug.
"I have missed my sister, I have missed Loswen." He whispered quickly.
"Well you shall have to miss her more," Mithlos replied, "For she is dead and gone."
"Alas, if that would be true, for I see her not standing before me, but lying under the surface." He sighed, "Would I that I had time for this, I bring ill news, no parents can ever stop caring for their child, so I plea to the part of Loswen that cared for Mirglor, who is now Glindin. She departs for the West, with our prince, Legolas." Loswen flinched at that name, "I come to tell you to fly, catch them, do not let the seas sunder you."
A light was in Loswen's eyes, something that had been gone so long it was almost foreign to her. She heard her brother out, she thanked him and his family and raced to meet them.
***
The time had come, the Fellowship had passed, on Middle-Earth they were all that remained. Peace was what Legolas wished for, as did Gimli. They had built the ship, Legolas was finally forsaking Middle-Earth, Gimli was coming, no love of Jewels was keeping him here. Glindin on the other hand, she loved Middle-Earth, she loved Jewels and most of all, she still believed that her mother would return. To her it had become almost like a fantasy, something that she dreamed of almost every night and yet never expected to happen anymore. Yet she would leave with them, for she loved her father and life with him was better than a dream of a life with her mother.
Thoughts of forgiveness for Loswen had entered his mind over the years, but every time they did, he saw Loswen staring out of her window. Looking in the place she had last seen her mother. Countless drawings of the woman hung around Glindin's room. They were only her in two situations, he painfully recognised them both. The first was her during the fight and the second...he did not recognise so much as know when it had occurred. Her face was streaked with tears and she was looking intently at the artist. It had been when Glindin had last seen her. The child must have surely known that she would not see her mother, Eru knows if she begged to be taken. She seemed to have memorised every detail of the woman in those few moments into her mind.
He had told his people he was leaving, surely Loswen knew, yet even if she did arrive Legolas did not think that he would let her take Glindin. This is where his dilemma was, he would perhaps, even forgive her and allow her to come, if that is what Glindin wanted. He would do anything for her, but he would not let her be taken from him. All he hoped was that Loswen did not arrive, Glindin would always have him, she never really knew Loswen, her dream of her mother would be shattered if she met her. Surely.
Legolas was sure that Glindin was just in love with the idea of her mother, the woman who she was before she left her. Legolas had heard, through Gimli what she was now like, news came to him. She was nothing like the woman he had loved, she was nothing like Loswen, the naïve princess of Mirkwood. The elf he found, lying in the snow.
He made a last check of the supplies and went to get Glindin and Gimli, they would set sail on the Anduin on the morrow.
A/N: God, this is really crap, eugh, I hate this, you're right, I need to put in more speech between Legolas and Loswen. Argh, that'll be hard to write. Also, I've noticed a few problems, I should change them, but I'll do it once the story's finished. They are, (I think):
. elves are pregnant for one year exactly
. Mirkwood was under attack during the War of the Ring, including fire.
. after the War of the Ring Thranduil's realm only extends to the mountains of the forest and Celeborn has the bottom bit until the Narrows (the bit that looks like it's being pulled in by a belt)
. Loswen had already bloody met Merry and Pippin, but I had them not recognising her, dammit, I'll change it to someone else, you just wait and see, lol.
. there were more, but I've forgotten them, if anyone has anymore, please tell me.
(p.s. what u think?)