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Chapter 4
Greenwood the Great
"Take one more step and it shall be your last," came a harsh voice from the other side of the arrow. Narelle quickly looked beyond the arrow and into the deep blue eyes of an elf. She watched the elf's eyes as they softened from a stony, cold blue to a bright, kinder blue. His muscles also eased along with his brow. Realization must have hit him. He lowered his bow before smiling softly back at Narelle's confused face.
"You must be the Lady Narelle. I am sorry that I did not know it was you to begin with. I thought that I would be last to find you, so you must understand that finding you has come as quite a shock." Narelle nodded her head slightly, unsure how he knew whom she was.
"I am Norno, son of Vorindo and a scout for Lord Thranduil and if. "
"Lord Thranduil! Oh bless the Valar I have made it!" Narelle cut him off with her outburst. The elf looked at her confused for a moment before continuing on with what he was saying.
"Yes, Lord Thranduil, and if you will follow me I shall take you to meet him. Come." Norno motioned with his hand for Narelle to follow him as he turned east and began to walk deeper into the forest.
Sighing Narelle began to follow him only a few feet behind. They walked in silence for almost an hour before Narelle's curiosity got the best of her.
"How did you know who I was?" Norno laughed and turned to look at her. "Your father sent a message to my Lord two days ago asking for his help. Apparently his youngest daughter had gone missing over two weeks ago and he had reason to believe that she would be here. Lord Thranduil agreed to help and sent four scouts out into the woods, one in either direction. I was sent west by Legolas, the direction that you, my Lady, happened to be in."
"Legolas? Is he the head of your guard?" Asked Narelle. Norno laughed loudly as if that had been the funniest joke he has ever heard before helping Narelle down a large rock that lay in their path.
"No my Lady, Legolas is not the head of our guard. My father is actually. Legolas is the prince of Greenwood the Great and the heir to the thrown."
"The prince?" Narelle seemed to ponder this for a few moments before answering. "Oh yes I do remember hearing about him at one point or time in my life," she answered.
"You mentioned that your father was the head of the guard, do tell me about him," Narelle asked as they continued to walk.
"My father in a great elf, he goes by the name Vorindo for he is steadfast and extremely powerful. He is a close friend to the King and the prince's teacher." Norno's chest seemed to puff up at the mention of his father, he was very proud of him indeed.
"He sounds like a wonderful elf, I would love to meet him one day," replied Narelle. And it is here where their conversation ended. They continued on in silence for almost two more hours, and as time slipped by the light faded and the wind grew cooler. Narelle noticed that the trees where less and the sun was more. Large patches of sun could be seen now streaking through the trees, the light giving the forest a warm glow. Here the cool breeze spoke a soft song that was neither taunting nor cold. The song made the forest seem even more alive and welcoming.
Narelle took in the beauty of the forest as she walked along behind Norno. As they approached the Kingdom his steps quickened making it harder for Narelle to keep up. Right at the moment when she was about to run to catch up he stopped, causing Narelle to nearly collide with him. She stepped back and watched as he placed his hand around his mouth in a cup formation and made a strange call. Narelle's eyes widened as the call was returned nearly three times. Another call erupted from a tree near by as an elf appeared from its branches and gracefully dropped to the ground.
The elf was taller then Norno and much broader, yet the two shared uncanny resemblance. His eyes were the name deep blue that Norno's eyes possessed and his hair was the same dark blond. The elf studied Narelle before he turned his gaze to meet Norno's.
"I see that the Lady has been found. How far off was she Norno?" The older elf asked. "Not far, only a few leagues." Narelle glared at the two elves that were conversing as if she wasn't around.
"Well I am glad to see that you have found her, it would be a pity for the foolish elf-maiden to get hurt." "Excuse me sir, I do believe that it is not your job to come to any conclusions on my reasons for being here. This business is for the Lord of this land, and not for his guards." Narelle interrupted the older elf before he was able to continue. The elf looked taken back, but soon recovered. The look in his eyes now shown a knew respect for the maiden.
"My Lady Narelle, forgive my harsh words." The elf bowed low showing his apology. "I hope that you except my apology, and I am happy to see you alive, my scouts have been looking for you for almost two days now. " He then turned to Norno and placed his had proudly on his shoulder. "And I am happy to see that my son was the one that has found you." Pride gleamed in both their eyes.
"Your son? Then you must be Vorindo, head of Lord Thranduil's guard," said Narelle as she bowed her head in recognition.
"Indeed I am, and now I shall relieve my son of you and take you to see the King." Vorindo then turned to Norno, "take my place here as guard while I escort her to the King." Norno looked reluctant to leave but he soon turned and disappeared into the surrounding forest.
"Come, we still have an hour or so walk, if we leave now we can make it before the sun falls." And so their journey to Lord Thranduil began.
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An hour later Narelle wanted nothing more then some food, a bath and a bed. She could almost feel the warm water soaking her hurting limbs ad smell the soft aroma of lilac and cherry blossoms. Narelle closed her eyes and drifted into the world of pure bliss that her mind had created.
"Milady." Narelle was quickly brought out of her revere at the sound of Vorindo's voice.
"Welcome to Greenwood the Great Lady Narelle, home of Lord Thranduil, Lady Mele and their only son, Prince Legolas."
Narelle couldn't contain the gasp that threatened to spill through her lips as her gaze fell upon the Kingdom of Lord Thranduil. The trees were huge, their massive roots sticking out of the ground in many places making easy areas for shelters and homes. Huge wooden buildings were also built high in the trees. In many places they seemed to be trees themselves, or part of the tree. Long, sturdy rope bridges connected all of the houses and strange rope ladders hung down from the tree's limbs in many places. Past the giant trees was a huge open field filled with tall yellow and purple flowers and wispy green grass. Elven archers could be seen practicing their craft in the distance while maidens could be heard giggling and laughing as they watched their warriors practice.
"This way my Lady." Narelle tore her gaze from the splendid sight of happiness and focused her eyes on the hand that was before her. She looked up to find Vorindo smirking down upon her. Nodding her understanding Narelle placed her small hand in his and was soon lead to the base of one of the great trees. She watched as Vorindo placed his foot in one of the many holes that could be seen throughout the rope and indicated Narelle to do the same. She soon obeyed and placed her foot in the hole directly below his. In reaction he placed his strong arm around her back and whistled. Soon the rope began to lift them high into the air. Narelle quickly looked up only to find two strong elven guards hoisting them up.
Moments later another strong hand was placed before her. She took it carefully and was instantly pulled out of the rope and unto the solid-ness of the rope bridge.
"My Lady, welcome to our home." The elf bowed low causing Narelle to smile and tip her head at him.
"Come, its not much further." Narelle turned towards Vorindo's voice and found him motioning her in front of two massive doors. Four guards stood at the doors, two on each side. Each one kept his gaze forward and motionless, seeing all and yet nothing. Narelle stiffened as the doors opened revealing a huge hall. She felt Vorindo's hand on her shoulder pushing her forward. Narelle was suddenly aware of how horrible she looked. Her clothes, were not only that of a male elf but the were torn and extremely dirty. Her hair stuck to her back in one long, black, heap and her face was covered in dirt. Sighing she tried to ignore the princess within her and took a step forward. Soon one step was followed by two and two by four and before she knew it she was directly in front of Lord Thranduil himself.
The Lord was tall and stern looking. His eyes were a misty dark gray blue and his hair was the palest of blonds. He watched Narelle with interest as she continued to approach his thrown. He took in her tumbled appearance and realized that she had been through a lot, far too much for her to have to discuss it tonight.
When Narelle reached the foot of the Lord's thrown she lifted up her chin and looked him directly in his eyes.
"My Lord, my son found the lost maiden in the eastern part of your land earlier this day." Narelle watched as the Lord's eyes traveled from Vorindo and landed on her. His gaze was so unnerving that it almost caused her to shudder. He sat in silence for what seemed like an eternity to the young maiden before he finally addressed her.
"Lady Narelle, Lord Elrond's youngest of children I have heard much about you," he spoke in a soft yet commanding voice. "I have much to ask you, for you have obviously had quite the journey."
Narelle went to speak but was quickly hushed by his hand. "These questions can wait until you are rested and clean. Now go and rest, I will send word to your father immediately."
Before Narelle could respond a handmaiden was by her side. "This is Nellie, she shall show you to your chamber and help you bathe. I shall send for you in the morning when I wish to speak with you." Being far to weary to speak Narelle merely nodded to the Lord and followed the maiden out of a door in the far corner of the room.
"Vorindo." Said Lord Thranduil, calling the scout to his side. "Send word to my son and the other scouts that the Lady has been found, they should not have to look for something that is not there."
Chapter 4
Greenwood the Great
"Take one more step and it shall be your last," came a harsh voice from the other side of the arrow. Narelle quickly looked beyond the arrow and into the deep blue eyes of an elf. She watched the elf's eyes as they softened from a stony, cold blue to a bright, kinder blue. His muscles also eased along with his brow. Realization must have hit him. He lowered his bow before smiling softly back at Narelle's confused face.
"You must be the Lady Narelle. I am sorry that I did not know it was you to begin with. I thought that I would be last to find you, so you must understand that finding you has come as quite a shock." Narelle nodded her head slightly, unsure how he knew whom she was.
"I am Norno, son of Vorindo and a scout for Lord Thranduil and if. "
"Lord Thranduil! Oh bless the Valar I have made it!" Narelle cut him off with her outburst. The elf looked at her confused for a moment before continuing on with what he was saying.
"Yes, Lord Thranduil, and if you will follow me I shall take you to meet him. Come." Norno motioned with his hand for Narelle to follow him as he turned east and began to walk deeper into the forest.
Sighing Narelle began to follow him only a few feet behind. They walked in silence for almost an hour before Narelle's curiosity got the best of her.
"How did you know who I was?" Norno laughed and turned to look at her. "Your father sent a message to my Lord two days ago asking for his help. Apparently his youngest daughter had gone missing over two weeks ago and he had reason to believe that she would be here. Lord Thranduil agreed to help and sent four scouts out into the woods, one in either direction. I was sent west by Legolas, the direction that you, my Lady, happened to be in."
"Legolas? Is he the head of your guard?" Asked Narelle. Norno laughed loudly as if that had been the funniest joke he has ever heard before helping Narelle down a large rock that lay in their path.
"No my Lady, Legolas is not the head of our guard. My father is actually. Legolas is the prince of Greenwood the Great and the heir to the thrown."
"The prince?" Narelle seemed to ponder this for a few moments before answering. "Oh yes I do remember hearing about him at one point or time in my life," she answered.
"You mentioned that your father was the head of the guard, do tell me about him," Narelle asked as they continued to walk.
"My father in a great elf, he goes by the name Vorindo for he is steadfast and extremely powerful. He is a close friend to the King and the prince's teacher." Norno's chest seemed to puff up at the mention of his father, he was very proud of him indeed.
"He sounds like a wonderful elf, I would love to meet him one day," replied Narelle. And it is here where their conversation ended. They continued on in silence for almost two more hours, and as time slipped by the light faded and the wind grew cooler. Narelle noticed that the trees where less and the sun was more. Large patches of sun could be seen now streaking through the trees, the light giving the forest a warm glow. Here the cool breeze spoke a soft song that was neither taunting nor cold. The song made the forest seem even more alive and welcoming.
Narelle took in the beauty of the forest as she walked along behind Norno. As they approached the Kingdom his steps quickened making it harder for Narelle to keep up. Right at the moment when she was about to run to catch up he stopped, causing Narelle to nearly collide with him. She stepped back and watched as he placed his hand around his mouth in a cup formation and made a strange call. Narelle's eyes widened as the call was returned nearly three times. Another call erupted from a tree near by as an elf appeared from its branches and gracefully dropped to the ground.
The elf was taller then Norno and much broader, yet the two shared uncanny resemblance. His eyes were the name deep blue that Norno's eyes possessed and his hair was the same dark blond. The elf studied Narelle before he turned his gaze to meet Norno's.
"I see that the Lady has been found. How far off was she Norno?" The older elf asked. "Not far, only a few leagues." Narelle glared at the two elves that were conversing as if she wasn't around.
"Well I am glad to see that you have found her, it would be a pity for the foolish elf-maiden to get hurt." "Excuse me sir, I do believe that it is not your job to come to any conclusions on my reasons for being here. This business is for the Lord of this land, and not for his guards." Narelle interrupted the older elf before he was able to continue. The elf looked taken back, but soon recovered. The look in his eyes now shown a knew respect for the maiden.
"My Lady Narelle, forgive my harsh words." The elf bowed low showing his apology. "I hope that you except my apology, and I am happy to see you alive, my scouts have been looking for you for almost two days now. " He then turned to Norno and placed his had proudly on his shoulder. "And I am happy to see that my son was the one that has found you." Pride gleamed in both their eyes.
"Your son? Then you must be Vorindo, head of Lord Thranduil's guard," said Narelle as she bowed her head in recognition.
"Indeed I am, and now I shall relieve my son of you and take you to see the King." Vorindo then turned to Norno, "take my place here as guard while I escort her to the King." Norno looked reluctant to leave but he soon turned and disappeared into the surrounding forest.
"Come, we still have an hour or so walk, if we leave now we can make it before the sun falls." And so their journey to Lord Thranduil began.
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An hour later Narelle wanted nothing more then some food, a bath and a bed. She could almost feel the warm water soaking her hurting limbs ad smell the soft aroma of lilac and cherry blossoms. Narelle closed her eyes and drifted into the world of pure bliss that her mind had created.
"Milady." Narelle was quickly brought out of her revere at the sound of Vorindo's voice.
"Welcome to Greenwood the Great Lady Narelle, home of Lord Thranduil, Lady Mele and their only son, Prince Legolas."
Narelle couldn't contain the gasp that threatened to spill through her lips as her gaze fell upon the Kingdom of Lord Thranduil. The trees were huge, their massive roots sticking out of the ground in many places making easy areas for shelters and homes. Huge wooden buildings were also built high in the trees. In many places they seemed to be trees themselves, or part of the tree. Long, sturdy rope bridges connected all of the houses and strange rope ladders hung down from the tree's limbs in many places. Past the giant trees was a huge open field filled with tall yellow and purple flowers and wispy green grass. Elven archers could be seen practicing their craft in the distance while maidens could be heard giggling and laughing as they watched their warriors practice.
"This way my Lady." Narelle tore her gaze from the splendid sight of happiness and focused her eyes on the hand that was before her. She looked up to find Vorindo smirking down upon her. Nodding her understanding Narelle placed her small hand in his and was soon lead to the base of one of the great trees. She watched as Vorindo placed his foot in one of the many holes that could be seen throughout the rope and indicated Narelle to do the same. She soon obeyed and placed her foot in the hole directly below his. In reaction he placed his strong arm around her back and whistled. Soon the rope began to lift them high into the air. Narelle quickly looked up only to find two strong elven guards hoisting them up.
Moments later another strong hand was placed before her. She took it carefully and was instantly pulled out of the rope and unto the solid-ness of the rope bridge.
"My Lady, welcome to our home." The elf bowed low causing Narelle to smile and tip her head at him.
"Come, its not much further." Narelle turned towards Vorindo's voice and found him motioning her in front of two massive doors. Four guards stood at the doors, two on each side. Each one kept his gaze forward and motionless, seeing all and yet nothing. Narelle stiffened as the doors opened revealing a huge hall. She felt Vorindo's hand on her shoulder pushing her forward. Narelle was suddenly aware of how horrible she looked. Her clothes, were not only that of a male elf but the were torn and extremely dirty. Her hair stuck to her back in one long, black, heap and her face was covered in dirt. Sighing she tried to ignore the princess within her and took a step forward. Soon one step was followed by two and two by four and before she knew it she was directly in front of Lord Thranduil himself.
The Lord was tall and stern looking. His eyes were a misty dark gray blue and his hair was the palest of blonds. He watched Narelle with interest as she continued to approach his thrown. He took in her tumbled appearance and realized that she had been through a lot, far too much for her to have to discuss it tonight.
When Narelle reached the foot of the Lord's thrown she lifted up her chin and looked him directly in his eyes.
"My Lord, my son found the lost maiden in the eastern part of your land earlier this day." Narelle watched as the Lord's eyes traveled from Vorindo and landed on her. His gaze was so unnerving that it almost caused her to shudder. He sat in silence for what seemed like an eternity to the young maiden before he finally addressed her.
"Lady Narelle, Lord Elrond's youngest of children I have heard much about you," he spoke in a soft yet commanding voice. "I have much to ask you, for you have obviously had quite the journey."
Narelle went to speak but was quickly hushed by his hand. "These questions can wait until you are rested and clean. Now go and rest, I will send word to your father immediately."
Before Narelle could respond a handmaiden was by her side. "This is Nellie, she shall show you to your chamber and help you bathe. I shall send for you in the morning when I wish to speak with you." Being far to weary to speak Narelle merely nodded to the Lord and followed the maiden out of a door in the far corner of the room.
"Vorindo." Said Lord Thranduil, calling the scout to his side. "Send word to my son and the other scouts that the Lady has been found, they should not have to look for something that is not there."