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Chapter Eight
(Three Weeks Later)
Legolas stood before his father's throne.
"Legolas, Elrond is calling a council together. I need you to go with an escort to inform the Council of the loss of Gollum."
Legolas shuttered. This was bad. His father was admitting the loss of a prisoner. That was admitting defeat.
Thranduil caught the look on his son's face and sighed. "I know. But Gandalf says we have done all we can. Perhaps Elladan and Elrohir have had more success since leaving us a week ago."
Legolas bowed. "When do I leave, Father?"
"At first light, my son."
The next morning, Legolas, Lorintal, Umbothel, and a royal escort departed for Rivendell. At the same time, another group was making for Rivendell...
"NILETH!!!" Haldir screeched.
Calmly Nileth walked over to her cousin. "Yes, cousin?"
"GET ME DOWN FROM HERE!!"
She giggled at the sight of Haldir hanging upside down from the oak tree, wrapped in his own tent. "I can't."
"Why not?!?"
"I didn't put you up there."
" Callórë!!!!"
Callórë wandered out from the post his watch had positioned him at. "Yes?"
"Get me down! That's the seventh prank you've pulled this week!..." As Haldir rambled on, Callórë winked at Nileth.
"Nileth! Granddaughter of Glorfindel and Bearer of the Stars (A/N: This is important later!), I beg of you, release your cousin from this madman's snares-"
Callórë froze. "What did you say her name was?"
"Nileth Finduilas, Granddaughter of Glorfindel and Bearer of the Stars. Why?"
Callórë threw a knife through the vine holding Haldir upside down. Haldir landed with a thud.
" Callórë? What is wrong, nin mellon?"
Callórë dropped his voice to a whisper. "I gave up my rights to the throne."
"And?"
"And the heir to the throne will be the one who marries your cousin!"
Haldir's jaw dropped. "Anyway, to take it back?"
"Only if Nileth were to fall for me and not Legolas."
Haldir grimaced. "I didn't know Legolas was next."
Callórë laughed. "Yes, nin mellon, it is Legolas. Straduil was killed shortly after you last saw me."
"Well, I can't guarantee she'd pick you and-"
A scream pierced the camp. "Yrch!"
The battle was over almost as soon as it had begun.
Nileth attempted to care for the wounded, and, thankfully, many of the wounds were not poisoned. But Callórë.
Callórë was shot in the chest by a poisoned arrow. Even as Nileth chewed on the altheas to moisten it for his wound, Callórë was dying. The altheas wasn't strong enough to save him, but it dulled the pain enough for Callórë to speak.
"Nileth," he watched her through her veil of gold hair, "Nileth, I... I would have loved you."
"What?" Nileth glanced up sharply from her herb bag, digging for a poultice she knew she had somewhere.
"I would have loved you, and treated you honourably as my wife."
"You were my intended?"
"I was. Now it is my younger brother, my loth. I can only do that now..." He rolled his eyes back as his essence crossed over.
"Loth? A dream?" Nileth couldn't keep tears from springing up in her eyes. "I would have loved you too." She broke off as more and more tears wracked her body.
Ha! Now I'm done till Christmas!
Chapter Eight
(Three Weeks Later)
Legolas stood before his father's throne.
"Legolas, Elrond is calling a council together. I need you to go with an escort to inform the Council of the loss of Gollum."
Legolas shuttered. This was bad. His father was admitting the loss of a prisoner. That was admitting defeat.
Thranduil caught the look on his son's face and sighed. "I know. But Gandalf says we have done all we can. Perhaps Elladan and Elrohir have had more success since leaving us a week ago."
Legolas bowed. "When do I leave, Father?"
"At first light, my son."
The next morning, Legolas, Lorintal, Umbothel, and a royal escort departed for Rivendell. At the same time, another group was making for Rivendell...
"NILETH!!!" Haldir screeched.
Calmly Nileth walked over to her cousin. "Yes, cousin?"
"GET ME DOWN FROM HERE!!"
She giggled at the sight of Haldir hanging upside down from the oak tree, wrapped in his own tent. "I can't."
"Why not?!?"
"I didn't put you up there."
" Callórë!!!!"
Callórë wandered out from the post his watch had positioned him at. "Yes?"
"Get me down! That's the seventh prank you've pulled this week!..." As Haldir rambled on, Callórë winked at Nileth.
"Nileth! Granddaughter of Glorfindel and Bearer of the Stars (A/N: This is important later!), I beg of you, release your cousin from this madman's snares-"
Callórë froze. "What did you say her name was?"
"Nileth Finduilas, Granddaughter of Glorfindel and Bearer of the Stars. Why?"
Callórë threw a knife through the vine holding Haldir upside down. Haldir landed with a thud.
" Callórë? What is wrong, nin mellon?"
Callórë dropped his voice to a whisper. "I gave up my rights to the throne."
"And?"
"And the heir to the throne will be the one who marries your cousin!"
Haldir's jaw dropped. "Anyway, to take it back?"
"Only if Nileth were to fall for me and not Legolas."
Haldir grimaced. "I didn't know Legolas was next."
Callórë laughed. "Yes, nin mellon, it is Legolas. Straduil was killed shortly after you last saw me."
"Well, I can't guarantee she'd pick you and-"
A scream pierced the camp. "Yrch!"
The battle was over almost as soon as it had begun.
Nileth attempted to care for the wounded, and, thankfully, many of the wounds were not poisoned. But Callórë.
Callórë was shot in the chest by a poisoned arrow. Even as Nileth chewed on the altheas to moisten it for his wound, Callórë was dying. The altheas wasn't strong enough to save him, but it dulled the pain enough for Callórë to speak.
"Nileth," he watched her through her veil of gold hair, "Nileth, I... I would have loved you."
"What?" Nileth glanced up sharply from her herb bag, digging for a poultice she knew she had somewhere.
"I would have loved you, and treated you honourably as my wife."
"You were my intended?"
"I was. Now it is my younger brother, my loth. I can only do that now..." He rolled his eyes back as his essence crossed over.
"Loth? A dream?" Nileth couldn't keep tears from springing up in her eyes. "I would have loved you too." She broke off as more and more tears wracked her body.
Ha! Now I'm done till Christmas!