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Straightening up he heard a song, softly brought to him by the wind. Sweet musical words that he could not decipher compelled him to move forward. As if entranced, he picked up his bow and arrows and followed the music, his sensitive ears picking up the melody. After perhaps a quarter hour of searching the music stopped. Legolas circled, wondering where to go when suddenly a glow of pure white light filled the place where he stood, illuminating the dark forest.
Legolas faced the light and gripped his bow; he walked west towards the light. He paused by the edge of a clearing he had never seen before and drew his bow. He saw nothing threatening so he stepped out towards the center of the light. It got dimmer as he got closer, and finally the light vanished as he stood in the center of the clearing. Legolas looked to see what had caused the light. In the exact center of the clearing was.
He gasped; it was the stone basin from his vision, where he had bent over--. He forced those thoughts from his head and stepped up to the basin. It was filled with clear silvery water. He unslung his bow and looked into the water. There was no change; all he could see was his own reflection. Then the water stirred, although there was no wind the water began to swirl clockwise around the basin. Faster and faster until it stopped and a blur of color appeared in the basin. Legolas leaned closer to see the picture that was forming; his long silvery blonde hair fell forward so that it nearly touched the surface of the water.
The blur cleared, it was a room that was filled with things he had never seen before. There was a strange carpet on the floor, a bed, and in the bed was a mortal, a female. She lay asleep with a small frown on her moonlit face. Legolas frowned and bent over the basin again, this time hid hair fell into the water. As soon as this happened the picture disappeared in an instant. The light flashed again brighter than ever, and he was sucked into it. Legolas closed his eyes as the blinding light enveloped him. He felt as though the earth had been ripped out from under him because he had the distinct feeling that he was falling.
A roaring sound filled his ears as he dropped farther and farther into the unknown. There was another bright flash then it all stopped. Legolas found himself standing in the room that he had seen in the basin. He could now see that the walls were lavender and painted with clouds. He revolved slowly wondering what the black box in the corner was, and what was that tray with cubes on it? He saw little mice in a cage along one wall, and books upon books along another. He whirled as a small gasp from the bed told him the mortal had awoken.
Straightening up he heard a song, softly brought to him by the wind. Sweet musical words that he could not decipher compelled him to move forward. As if entranced, he picked up his bow and arrows and followed the music, his sensitive ears picking up the melody. After perhaps a quarter hour of searching the music stopped. Legolas circled, wondering where to go when suddenly a glow of pure white light filled the place where he stood, illuminating the dark forest.
Legolas faced the light and gripped his bow; he walked west towards the light. He paused by the edge of a clearing he had never seen before and drew his bow. He saw nothing threatening so he stepped out towards the center of the light. It got dimmer as he got closer, and finally the light vanished as he stood in the center of the clearing. Legolas looked to see what had caused the light. In the exact center of the clearing was.
He gasped; it was the stone basin from his vision, where he had bent over--. He forced those thoughts from his head and stepped up to the basin. It was filled with clear silvery water. He unslung his bow and looked into the water. There was no change; all he could see was his own reflection. Then the water stirred, although there was no wind the water began to swirl clockwise around the basin. Faster and faster until it stopped and a blur of color appeared in the basin. Legolas leaned closer to see the picture that was forming; his long silvery blonde hair fell forward so that it nearly touched the surface of the water.
The blur cleared, it was a room that was filled with things he had never seen before. There was a strange carpet on the floor, a bed, and in the bed was a mortal, a female. She lay asleep with a small frown on her moonlit face. Legolas frowned and bent over the basin again, this time hid hair fell into the water. As soon as this happened the picture disappeared in an instant. The light flashed again brighter than ever, and he was sucked into it. Legolas closed his eyes as the blinding light enveloped him. He felt as though the earth had been ripped out from under him because he had the distinct feeling that he was falling.
A roaring sound filled his ears as he dropped farther and farther into the unknown. There was another bright flash then it all stopped. Legolas found himself standing in the room that he had seen in the basin. He could now see that the walls were lavender and painted with clouds. He revolved slowly wondering what the black box in the corner was, and what was that tray with cubes on it? He saw little mice in a cage along one wall, and books upon books along another. He whirled as a small gasp from the bed told him the mortal had awoken.
