As Celandiel made her way to the heart of Mirkwood, it came to her
realization that she did not remember where her new home was.
'I will find it,' she repeated over and over to herself. She tried not to think of fear when - no, if the Men found her.
Just then, a hand closed firmly around her shoulder. 'Well, well, well,' the soldier said. 'What have we here?'
~*~
'Celandiel!' Legolas called. 'Manke naa lle (where are you)?' On the way to her home, he had already slain dozens of soldiers with his arrows and keen sight. Now she wasn't home. Where in Middle-earth could she be? As he picked up her bow and quiver of arrows, he heard a cry. Legolas knew the Elf's sweet voice by heart, and knew Celandiel was in danger.
He followed her screams and quickly saw a soldier attempting to tie her up.
'Legolas, tua amin (help me)!' she cried, frantically trying to wrestle out of the strong arms of the soldier.
'Legolas?' The soldier sounded puzzled. The Elf Prince immediately recognized the voice.
'Faramir!' he commanded. 'Let her go.'
The soldier at once dropped Celandiel, who ran to Legolas' side.
'Legolas, I may deliver one your kind from death, but I choose to remain with my race.'
'Be it if you will,' Legolas said. 'Goodbye.' He turned to Celandiel. 'Thank goodness you still are well. Here is your bow and quiver.'
When Celandiel had fastened her quiver upon her chest, tears flowed from her eyes. 'Thank you, Legolas. I would have been killed.'
The Prince smiled and embraced her. 'It does not matter. As long as you are alive and well, my heart soars. Let us return to where the others are.'
~*~
Calatalai, Andraste, and the other escapers were about to begin the journey toward Lothlorien.
'We cannot leave Legolas and Celandiel behind!' Andraste called to the others.
'My son is still in the woods fighting alongside the soldiers!' Celandiel's mother cried.
'They will find their way,' a villager, an Elder, replied lazily. The rest pursued on. As they drifted farther and farther from Mirkwood, Andraste worried how Legolas and Celandiel would find them. She thought also how her father, who was fighting to protect the city. All could be lost.
'I will find it,' she repeated over and over to herself. She tried not to think of fear when - no, if the Men found her.
Just then, a hand closed firmly around her shoulder. 'Well, well, well,' the soldier said. 'What have we here?'
~*~
'Celandiel!' Legolas called. 'Manke naa lle (where are you)?' On the way to her home, he had already slain dozens of soldiers with his arrows and keen sight. Now she wasn't home. Where in Middle-earth could she be? As he picked up her bow and quiver of arrows, he heard a cry. Legolas knew the Elf's sweet voice by heart, and knew Celandiel was in danger.
He followed her screams and quickly saw a soldier attempting to tie her up.
'Legolas, tua amin (help me)!' she cried, frantically trying to wrestle out of the strong arms of the soldier.
'Legolas?' The soldier sounded puzzled. The Elf Prince immediately recognized the voice.
'Faramir!' he commanded. 'Let her go.'
The soldier at once dropped Celandiel, who ran to Legolas' side.
'Legolas, I may deliver one your kind from death, but I choose to remain with my race.'
'Be it if you will,' Legolas said. 'Goodbye.' He turned to Celandiel. 'Thank goodness you still are well. Here is your bow and quiver.'
When Celandiel had fastened her quiver upon her chest, tears flowed from her eyes. 'Thank you, Legolas. I would have been killed.'
The Prince smiled and embraced her. 'It does not matter. As long as you are alive and well, my heart soars. Let us return to where the others are.'
~*~
Calatalai, Andraste, and the other escapers were about to begin the journey toward Lothlorien.
'We cannot leave Legolas and Celandiel behind!' Andraste called to the others.
'My son is still in the woods fighting alongside the soldiers!' Celandiel's mother cried.
'They will find their way,' a villager, an Elder, replied lazily. The rest pursued on. As they drifted farther and farther from Mirkwood, Andraste worried how Legolas and Celandiel would find them. She thought also how her father, who was fighting to protect the city. All could be lost.