Busy busy busy. Sorry this took so long. It's my fault and I have no
excuses for it. ElvenPickle, I cannot take the credit for the language.
EHAB is the one who does most all the actual writing. She's better. (Yes
you are, so don't argue.) Thanks muchly for the nice review. Europa, there
was one other least yummy elf, but to see him you must watch in slow
motion. The fact that I noticed that scares me. But, yes, the ego gets
annoying. ^-^ Punkpunk, Hehe.I never noticed.hmm. Megolas, my favorite
part. Sappy Legolas is fun.
~~Phe-chan~~
The Grandeur of Gondor was even more splendid than it would be in Legolas' time. The city of Minas Tirith was vast, people in bright colors were everywhere, and the Tower of Ecthalion stood as proud and tall before them as if it had been completed the day before. Legolas made a mental note that the teenagers were more astounded by the city's size and beauty than they had been by the appearance of an elf in a world where elves should not exist. Joseph, as usual, was stoical.
"Pretty." Andrea mumbled in amazement. She suddenly wished for a sketchbook and several million colored pencils. She heard Sivi comment, most likely out of pure habit, on the fact that she had yet again managed to sound like a furby.
"OK, wow," said Christina. "So, uh, where do we go from here?"
"I'm not sure," Legolas admitted.
"Well, for starters," said the amazed but ever-practical Megan, "how long are we going to be here? If we're staying overnight - and I doubt this ring maker guy is just gonna let us walk in, take the rings, and walk out -, then we need a place to sleep."
"Well spoken, Lady Megan," Legolas nodded. "Let us see to't."
Gil-galad was only half-listening to Elendil, which was not a good thing, since the two kings were supposed to be going over strategies for the upcoming battle. His attention was focused on a singular sight. Five human girls, a human boy, a human man, and a Sindarin elf had just appeared out of nowhere in the courtyard surrounding Ecthalion. Gil-galad watched them intently, trying to decide whether or not this odd group could be comprised of the Enemy's spies. Then, Gil-galad ceased to care from whence they came. He cared only who * she * was.
One girl had stepped away from the cluster and placed her hand - oh, so respectfully - on the bole of The White Tree. She looked at the Tree with such a mixture of wonder and delight that Gil-galad wondered whether this was not a beautifully innocent elf-maid. Her hair was bronze-golden, falling in lovely marked waves down her back. Her eyes were blue-gray, and she was slightly taller than all the other girls but one. Yet her ears were rounded and her skin, though fair, was not pale as to be that of an elf.
Watching her from the slim, arched window of Ecthalion's highest floor, Gil-galad felt a strange shift in his stomach.
"Elendil," he said, "come and tell me, do you recognize any of these people?"
Elendil, having been halfway through a long, complicated explanation of why the Alliance could not possibly be defeated, was considerably startled at his companion's request. He stood and sauntered over to stand beside Gil- galad. He squinted down at the eight figures in the courtyard.
"No, friend, I do not recall ever having seen any of them before," he told the Elven-king with a shrug. "Why?"
"The girl in the blue gown," Gil-galad said. "I want her brought to me immediately. I wish to speak with her."
With a sigh for the eccentricities of elves, Elendil commanded the guard at the door to do Gil-galad's bidding.
The Grandeur of Gondor was even more splendid than it would be in Legolas' time. The city of Minas Tirith was vast, people in bright colors were everywhere, and the Tower of Ecthalion stood as proud and tall before them as if it had been completed the day before. Legolas made a mental note that the teenagers were more astounded by the city's size and beauty than they had been by the appearance of an elf in a world where elves should not exist. Joseph, as usual, was stoical.
"Pretty." Andrea mumbled in amazement. She suddenly wished for a sketchbook and several million colored pencils. She heard Sivi comment, most likely out of pure habit, on the fact that she had yet again managed to sound like a furby.
"OK, wow," said Christina. "So, uh, where do we go from here?"
"I'm not sure," Legolas admitted.
"Well, for starters," said the amazed but ever-practical Megan, "how long are we going to be here? If we're staying overnight - and I doubt this ring maker guy is just gonna let us walk in, take the rings, and walk out -, then we need a place to sleep."
"Well spoken, Lady Megan," Legolas nodded. "Let us see to't."
Gil-galad was only half-listening to Elendil, which was not a good thing, since the two kings were supposed to be going over strategies for the upcoming battle. His attention was focused on a singular sight. Five human girls, a human boy, a human man, and a Sindarin elf had just appeared out of nowhere in the courtyard surrounding Ecthalion. Gil-galad watched them intently, trying to decide whether or not this odd group could be comprised of the Enemy's spies. Then, Gil-galad ceased to care from whence they came. He cared only who * she * was.
One girl had stepped away from the cluster and placed her hand - oh, so respectfully - on the bole of The White Tree. She looked at the Tree with such a mixture of wonder and delight that Gil-galad wondered whether this was not a beautifully innocent elf-maid. Her hair was bronze-golden, falling in lovely marked waves down her back. Her eyes were blue-gray, and she was slightly taller than all the other girls but one. Yet her ears were rounded and her skin, though fair, was not pale as to be that of an elf.
Watching her from the slim, arched window of Ecthalion's highest floor, Gil-galad felt a strange shift in his stomach.
"Elendil," he said, "come and tell me, do you recognize any of these people?"
Elendil, having been halfway through a long, complicated explanation of why the Alliance could not possibly be defeated, was considerably startled at his companion's request. He stood and sauntered over to stand beside Gil- galad. He squinted down at the eight figures in the courtyard.
"No, friend, I do not recall ever having seen any of them before," he told the Elven-king with a shrug. "Why?"
"The girl in the blue gown," Gil-galad said. "I want her brought to me immediately. I wish to speak with her."
With a sigh for the eccentricities of elves, Elendil commanded the guard at the door to do Gil-galad's bidding.