Chapter 9
The orc fight had been only two days ago and everyone in Rivendell was rushing around, trying to dispose of the hideous corpses. All the Rivendell elves had made it home with only minor injuries and Glorfindel told Elrond of the two mysterious people who came to their aid. When Legolas and Pheraearwen heard of this, they tried to keep straight faces, but had to go take a walk around the garden instead. Pheraearwen was happy, but she knew that she couldn't have Legolas lead the life she led. That night, she went to Elrond, who was sitting in his study.
"Mae govannen, my lord," Pheraearwen said, bowing her head, a hand over her heart. "May I have a moment of your time?" "Of course, hinya," Elrond said. As he looked at her, his smile faded. "What troubles you, my child?" Elrond asked as he unconsciously slipped back into Elvish. "I know you have the gift of foresight, my lord," Pheraearwen said, looking into her uncle's eyes. "I was wondering if you could tell me what path lies ahead for Legolas." "Why do you wish to know, Pheraearwen?" Elrond asked, his eyebrows furrowing. "I wish to know, before making my decision on travelling back home," Pheraearwen said. "I have dwelled here too long, and I wish to see my parents again." "If you wish to know," Elrond said, slowly, understanding what was not being said. "Legolas has a road of great honour ahead of him, but also of great trial. He will face many fears and will be in the mist of some of the greatest wars that will occur in this age, but he will conquer, with the love of his friends, family, and this world in his heart. There are many things he must do, child, before his purpose in this world is over." "I understand, uncle," Pheraearwen said, her voice shaking. "I will be leaving tomorrow, and I will hope the next time I come to see you, you will welcome me again with open arms, for I haven't lived a day here without feeling the love you have for all the people and things you hold dear." "Young one, you will always be welcome here under this roof, by all who live under it," Elrond said, embracing the young elf. "Thank you, uncle," Pheraearwen said as she slipped through the door again and closed it behind her.
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"Why have you called us all here, milady?" Estel asked, as he looked at his two twin brothers. They looked just as confused as he did. "I wanted you to know, that I will be leaving tomorrow," Pheraearwen said, raising a hand as they started to speak. "I do not wish for Legolas to find out. It is probably better if I slip away without him knowing. But please, Estel, give him this for me," she said, handing him a letter and a necklace she always wore around her neck. "Thank you all, for being friends to me, I will miss you." "We do not want you to go, milady," Elrohir and Elladan said at the same time. "Please, stay with us a while longer!" "I cannot, for there are many things I have yet to do," Pheraearwen said, shaking her head. "Excuse me, but I wish to roam through this land once more, before I leave."
~*~
Pheraearwen walked through the forest to the open spots that Legolas and her had sparred and to the spot where they had discovered the other's secret identities. The memories flooded back to her and she sat down, to sort through them all.
"He loves you, milady," Estel said, from behind Pheraearwen. "Why do you go without telling him?" "It is because he loves me, Estel, that I have to part without him knowing, for he will go with me, and his destiny could never be fulfilled," Pheraearwen said, as the edan sat down next to her. "I will not be the one who stands in the way of his destiny. He is to do great things, mellon nin, and triumph over all the trials that come his way through the love from all that he holds dear and I am sure, that you will be at his side, fighting with him, for the same purpose." "You should tell him, milady," Estel said, trying to persuade the elf. "He should know." Pheraearwen shook her head sadly and said, "He cannot know and you will not tell him, young edan. There is still much about this world that you do not know, but you will, in time. It is time for me to go back now, Estel, Aragorn, son of Arathorn," Pheraearwen said, slipping back into Sindarian. "Goodbye, my friend. Until next we meet."
The orc fight had been only two days ago and everyone in Rivendell was rushing around, trying to dispose of the hideous corpses. All the Rivendell elves had made it home with only minor injuries and Glorfindel told Elrond of the two mysterious people who came to their aid. When Legolas and Pheraearwen heard of this, they tried to keep straight faces, but had to go take a walk around the garden instead. Pheraearwen was happy, but she knew that she couldn't have Legolas lead the life she led. That night, she went to Elrond, who was sitting in his study.
"Mae govannen, my lord," Pheraearwen said, bowing her head, a hand over her heart. "May I have a moment of your time?" "Of course, hinya," Elrond said. As he looked at her, his smile faded. "What troubles you, my child?" Elrond asked as he unconsciously slipped back into Elvish. "I know you have the gift of foresight, my lord," Pheraearwen said, looking into her uncle's eyes. "I was wondering if you could tell me what path lies ahead for Legolas." "Why do you wish to know, Pheraearwen?" Elrond asked, his eyebrows furrowing. "I wish to know, before making my decision on travelling back home," Pheraearwen said. "I have dwelled here too long, and I wish to see my parents again." "If you wish to know," Elrond said, slowly, understanding what was not being said. "Legolas has a road of great honour ahead of him, but also of great trial. He will face many fears and will be in the mist of some of the greatest wars that will occur in this age, but he will conquer, with the love of his friends, family, and this world in his heart. There are many things he must do, child, before his purpose in this world is over." "I understand, uncle," Pheraearwen said, her voice shaking. "I will be leaving tomorrow, and I will hope the next time I come to see you, you will welcome me again with open arms, for I haven't lived a day here without feeling the love you have for all the people and things you hold dear." "Young one, you will always be welcome here under this roof, by all who live under it," Elrond said, embracing the young elf. "Thank you, uncle," Pheraearwen said as she slipped through the door again and closed it behind her.
~*~
"Why have you called us all here, milady?" Estel asked, as he looked at his two twin brothers. They looked just as confused as he did. "I wanted you to know, that I will be leaving tomorrow," Pheraearwen said, raising a hand as they started to speak. "I do not wish for Legolas to find out. It is probably better if I slip away without him knowing. But please, Estel, give him this for me," she said, handing him a letter and a necklace she always wore around her neck. "Thank you all, for being friends to me, I will miss you." "We do not want you to go, milady," Elrohir and Elladan said at the same time. "Please, stay with us a while longer!" "I cannot, for there are many things I have yet to do," Pheraearwen said, shaking her head. "Excuse me, but I wish to roam through this land once more, before I leave."
~*~
Pheraearwen walked through the forest to the open spots that Legolas and her had sparred and to the spot where they had discovered the other's secret identities. The memories flooded back to her and she sat down, to sort through them all.
"He loves you, milady," Estel said, from behind Pheraearwen. "Why do you go without telling him?" "It is because he loves me, Estel, that I have to part without him knowing, for he will go with me, and his destiny could never be fulfilled," Pheraearwen said, as the edan sat down next to her. "I will not be the one who stands in the way of his destiny. He is to do great things, mellon nin, and triumph over all the trials that come his way through the love from all that he holds dear and I am sure, that you will be at his side, fighting with him, for the same purpose." "You should tell him, milady," Estel said, trying to persuade the elf. "He should know." Pheraearwen shook her head sadly and said, "He cannot know and you will not tell him, young edan. There is still much about this world that you do not know, but you will, in time. It is time for me to go back now, Estel, Aragorn, son of Arathorn," Pheraearwen said, slipping back into Sindarian. "Goodbye, my friend. Until next we meet."