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Aragorn looked round at the circle of people. His gaze finally rested on Legolas, and next to him, Hana. Those two siblings were the subjects of songs and stories were told about them through all middle-earth. Their beauty, their deadly accuracy with a bow, everything about them was.amazing.
Gandalf stood up and at once everybody stopped talking, ready to listen.
"We have a potential crisis on our hands," he began. "Perhaps some of you have heard of the Necklace of Lamar."
Around the group, there was a variety of nods and confused looks.
"The Necklace of Lamar is a simple necklace, but the wearer can have power beyond their wildest dreams. The orcs have a new leader, Vurack Salmdeutsch. He has heard about this necklace, and wishes to use it for his own benefit."
One of the dwarfs, a cousin of Gimli perhaps, interrupted Gandalf with a cry.
"This is not new information! Vurack rose to power seven years ago!"
Gandalf rolled his eyes. "Yes, I am quite aware of that, thank you. And at that point, we had an elf watching over the Necklace of Lamar, to make sure that it didn't not come into Vuracks grasp."
He gestured in Hana's direction. She gave a single nod. The same dwarf looked aghast.
"Her?" he protested. "But she's an elf! A woman! And a mere chit of a thing at that!"
Aragorn groaned inwardly. He looked at Hana and Legolas, trying to decide which of the identical Mirkwood tempers would erupt first. He was soon answered. Legolas jumped to his feet, ready to defend his sister.
"This is no mere elf, dwarf. This is the Warrior Princess of Mirkwood. My sister," Legolas fumed.
The dwarf soon realized his mistake. Giving a nod of apology to Hana, he turned back to Legolas, refusing to be ground down by an elf.
"My apologies to your sister, but that would mean you are the Warrior Prince on Mirkwood, that's right?"
Legolas nodded curtly.
"You don't look like you could fight your way out of a paper bag!" guffawed the dwarf.
Hana slowly and deliberately rose to her feet.
"Why is it," she asked. "that when you insult me, you apologize to my brother, but when you insult my brother, you do not apologize to me?"
Gandalf was evidently getting very tired of the elf/dwarf argument as he spoke.
"Tríun, for future reference, if you insult one of this pair, you insult them both. Now please, Hana, Legolas, sit down!"
They sat.
"But obviously, I was right," smirked Tríun. "The Princess of Mirkwood can't be very responsible, as she is here, not with the necklace.!"
"On the contrary," Hana said. "I am with the necklace."
Reaching into one of the pouches at her belt, Hana pulled out a small, rather delicate black necklace. Standing, she walked over to Gandalf and held out her hand.
"I don't know why you're trying to give it to me, my dear," Gandalf chuckled. "Have you not heard of the prophecy?"
This time, the statement was greeted by blank looks from everyone minus Elrond.
"A pair shall take hold of the trinket, alike as like can be. They shall be aided by the wise, the dirty and the minute. This pair must locate both parts of the trinket and do with it what they will," Gandalf recited.
"As you may or may not have guessed, 'the pair' refers to Legolas and Hana. 'The wise'" Gandalf chuckled. "seems to refer to myself. It would make sense for 'the minute' to mean a dwarf, but 'the dirty' I am having some problem with."
Hana's gaze wandered to the ranger, Aragorn, who she seemed to have trouble keeping her thoughts off. 'Even the dirt that is sticking to him is attractive,' she thought. Wait.
"Aragorn!" she cried.
"Hey!" he protested. "I'm not dirty!"
This statement was met by a great amount of skeptical stares. Gandalf ignored him, and nodded gratefully at Hana, who smiled apologetically at Aragorn.
"Now that that's settled, who shall be the dwarf? Ah, Gimli I think!" he decided.
"But where are we going? We don't know anything!" cried Legolas.
"You will first be headed to Dorcas Firth, to find the other half of the necklace. A small charm, I believe, that slides onto the main chain. I doubt you will have heard of this place. It's a small fishing village quite a way away. We must race Vurack and his orcs, as they know know the wereabouts of this item. "
For the first time, Elrond stood up to speak.
"Legolas, I'm sure you were wondering why I did not allow you to go and meet your sister," he said.
Legolas nodded mutely.
"In the prophecy, it states that a pair must find the necklace. Vurack knows who 'the pair' is, and will no doubt try to stop you from doing this. The easiest way to do this would be to assassinate you. The prophecy can continue without Gandalf, Aragorn or Gimli, but you both must still live."
Legolas suddenly felt very childish about his sulk about being ordered to stay in Rivendell whilst Aragorn met Hana.
"We leave tomorrow," Gandalf announced. "Make sure you are ready."
The council adjourned. Hana turned slightly to the side and saw Aragorn looking at her through the corner of one eye.
'This should be an interesting trip,' she thought slyly.
Authors note: I know its really annoying when people write massive long lists of all the reviewers, so here's a quick message to all the interesting ones: Brazgirl: I said I'd changed a few things! Catgurl: Its nice to know that I can't go wrong! Lucerito-del-alba: Thanks, and don't worry, I will!
Aragorn looked round at the circle of people. His gaze finally rested on Legolas, and next to him, Hana. Those two siblings were the subjects of songs and stories were told about them through all middle-earth. Their beauty, their deadly accuracy with a bow, everything about them was.amazing.
Gandalf stood up and at once everybody stopped talking, ready to listen.
"We have a potential crisis on our hands," he began. "Perhaps some of you have heard of the Necklace of Lamar."
Around the group, there was a variety of nods and confused looks.
"The Necklace of Lamar is a simple necklace, but the wearer can have power beyond their wildest dreams. The orcs have a new leader, Vurack Salmdeutsch. He has heard about this necklace, and wishes to use it for his own benefit."
One of the dwarfs, a cousin of Gimli perhaps, interrupted Gandalf with a cry.
"This is not new information! Vurack rose to power seven years ago!"
Gandalf rolled his eyes. "Yes, I am quite aware of that, thank you. And at that point, we had an elf watching over the Necklace of Lamar, to make sure that it didn't not come into Vuracks grasp."
He gestured in Hana's direction. She gave a single nod. The same dwarf looked aghast.
"Her?" he protested. "But she's an elf! A woman! And a mere chit of a thing at that!"
Aragorn groaned inwardly. He looked at Hana and Legolas, trying to decide which of the identical Mirkwood tempers would erupt first. He was soon answered. Legolas jumped to his feet, ready to defend his sister.
"This is no mere elf, dwarf. This is the Warrior Princess of Mirkwood. My sister," Legolas fumed.
The dwarf soon realized his mistake. Giving a nod of apology to Hana, he turned back to Legolas, refusing to be ground down by an elf.
"My apologies to your sister, but that would mean you are the Warrior Prince on Mirkwood, that's right?"
Legolas nodded curtly.
"You don't look like you could fight your way out of a paper bag!" guffawed the dwarf.
Hana slowly and deliberately rose to her feet.
"Why is it," she asked. "that when you insult me, you apologize to my brother, but when you insult my brother, you do not apologize to me?"
Gandalf was evidently getting very tired of the elf/dwarf argument as he spoke.
"Tríun, for future reference, if you insult one of this pair, you insult them both. Now please, Hana, Legolas, sit down!"
They sat.
"But obviously, I was right," smirked Tríun. "The Princess of Mirkwood can't be very responsible, as she is here, not with the necklace.!"
"On the contrary," Hana said. "I am with the necklace."
Reaching into one of the pouches at her belt, Hana pulled out a small, rather delicate black necklace. Standing, she walked over to Gandalf and held out her hand.
"I don't know why you're trying to give it to me, my dear," Gandalf chuckled. "Have you not heard of the prophecy?"
This time, the statement was greeted by blank looks from everyone minus Elrond.
"A pair shall take hold of the trinket, alike as like can be. They shall be aided by the wise, the dirty and the minute. This pair must locate both parts of the trinket and do with it what they will," Gandalf recited.
"As you may or may not have guessed, 'the pair' refers to Legolas and Hana. 'The wise'" Gandalf chuckled. "seems to refer to myself. It would make sense for 'the minute' to mean a dwarf, but 'the dirty' I am having some problem with."
Hana's gaze wandered to the ranger, Aragorn, who she seemed to have trouble keeping her thoughts off. 'Even the dirt that is sticking to him is attractive,' she thought. Wait.
"Aragorn!" she cried.
"Hey!" he protested. "I'm not dirty!"
This statement was met by a great amount of skeptical stares. Gandalf ignored him, and nodded gratefully at Hana, who smiled apologetically at Aragorn.
"Now that that's settled, who shall be the dwarf? Ah, Gimli I think!" he decided.
"But where are we going? We don't know anything!" cried Legolas.
"You will first be headed to Dorcas Firth, to find the other half of the necklace. A small charm, I believe, that slides onto the main chain. I doubt you will have heard of this place. It's a small fishing village quite a way away. We must race Vurack and his orcs, as they know know the wereabouts of this item. "
For the first time, Elrond stood up to speak.
"Legolas, I'm sure you were wondering why I did not allow you to go and meet your sister," he said.
Legolas nodded mutely.
"In the prophecy, it states that a pair must find the necklace. Vurack knows who 'the pair' is, and will no doubt try to stop you from doing this. The easiest way to do this would be to assassinate you. The prophecy can continue without Gandalf, Aragorn or Gimli, but you both must still live."
Legolas suddenly felt very childish about his sulk about being ordered to stay in Rivendell whilst Aragorn met Hana.
"We leave tomorrow," Gandalf announced. "Make sure you are ready."
The council adjourned. Hana turned slightly to the side and saw Aragorn looking at her through the corner of one eye.
'This should be an interesting trip,' she thought slyly.