Chapter 2
Arriving Home
Finally! Narawen thought as she looked at her surroundings. There were trees as far as the eye could see! They had finally reached the edge of the Mirkwood forest. Not too much longer now, she thought as they rode into the dark wood. She looked intently at all the trees. They seemed so familiar and yet, so strange. The surroundings were dull and dreary to the other three elves, but to her they were home. She was beginning to remember all the fun times she had had with her friends before she left and how much they had wanted her to stay.
She only had two close friends, Hethien and Eowuclya. She had known them for as long as she could remember. The three of them together seemed a little strange. They all had different personalities, which meant that sometimes didn't get along very well.
Hethien was the more serious one in the group. Whenever the other two strayed out of line just a little bit she corrected them. She was also the one who always wore a gown and had her blonde hair in a different fashion every day.
Eowuclya was the one who was able to lighten the mood when things weren't so nice. She was also the gentle, caring one in the group. You could find her in either a gown or a tunic and leggings, depending on what her mood was, and her blonde hair was either in the traditional elvish style for combat or it was just left down.
Narawen was another story. She was the fierce, outgoing, strong, and brave one in the group. She had always had a need for adventure and was always ready to go. She also loved to read. If you couldn't find her anywhere it was common sense to most of the elves that knew her well to check the library. She loved to read about the adventures of other people since she wasn't allowed to go on any herself. You would never see her in a gown, not even at banquets or balls, but you didn't usually have to worry about those since she almost never went to them, and when she did end up going it was only to please her parents. She had dirty blonde hair that was always in the elvish style for combat.
She did have one other friend, but Narawen wasn't as close to her as she was to Eowuclya and Hethien. Her name was Eowulia. She was her cousin and out of the other three she was the most lady-like, although Hethien was very close to her there, Eowulia was more beautiful. She had the most beautiful brown hair that she got from her mother who was from Rivendell, and the most exquisite green eyes. She was very proper and tried to correct everything Narawen did that 'wasn't very lady-like' as she had said to her many times in her life. 'It's for your own good,' she would tell Narawen, but Narawen would always come back with the response 'You sound like my mother'.
Narawen had been so deep in thought that she nearly fell off the horse when someone dropped from the trees in front of the small group. She noticed it was an elf, an elf that looked strangely familiar and yet she could not give him a name. He had his bow drawn and soon after him three other elves jumped down so that they were surrounded.
"What brings you to Mirkwood?" the first elf asked in a very unfriendly tone.
"We are messengers from Lord Elrond. I am Colas and this is Aniond and Forfin," Colas said gesturing to the other two elves from Rivendell.
"And who is she?" the elf asked looking at Narawen with a suspicious look in his eyes.
"We found her in the Misty Mountains. She said she was from Mirkwood so we offered to let her travel with us," Colas replied.
"There hasn't been an elf maiden leave the boundaries of Mirkwood for one hundred years."
"Her story is really very interesting, I suggest you listen to it sometime. Now will you please take me to see your King? We have a message for him and need to return to Rivendell as soon as possible."
"Follow me," the elf said still looking at Narawen, but now there wasn't as much suspicion as there was curiosity. He gestured for the other three elves to lower their weapons and follow along. He turned around and started to walk. "I am Isal, that is Teril, Henduil, and Nond," he pointed to each of the other elves as he said their name. "What is her name?"
"Narawen," Colas replied. A look of realization came over Isal's face, but no one was able to see it since he had his back to them.
~*~
Narawen stood behind the three elves from Rivendell as they gave King Thranduil the message from Lord Elrond. It had only taken them about two hours to get to the palace. There were two thrones. In one throne sat King Thranduil and in the other sat a tall blonde haired elf. This must be the prince that I heard so much about before we left. What did they say his name was? Oh yes, Legolas, she thought. She hadn't realized how much time had passed until Colas, Aniond, and Forfin left led by a servant.
After they had left she looked up to see the two elven royalties looking at her, King Thranduil smiled and said, "What is your name, little one?"
"I am Narawen," she replied.
"I heard that you say you are from Mirkwood, is that true?" he inquired.
"Yes, I lived here before I left with my parents for Rivendell."
"Rivendell? Were you with the group that," he paused for a moment looking for the right word. "Disappeared?" Narawen only nodded her head solemnly. The elven king looked at the girl and noticed how horrible she looked for the first time. "You look tired. I'll have a maid take you to a guest room for right now, just so you can get cleaned and rested. I would like to talk to you after you have slept."
She followed the maid that King Thranduil had called over out into that vast halls of Mirkwood, to the room the king had told the maid to put her in.
A/N: I'm going to take the next few chapters of the story to look more into her past and develop her character. Thank you to everyone who reviewed, I really appreciated it.
Finally! Narawen thought as she looked at her surroundings. There were trees as far as the eye could see! They had finally reached the edge of the Mirkwood forest. Not too much longer now, she thought as they rode into the dark wood. She looked intently at all the trees. They seemed so familiar and yet, so strange. The surroundings were dull and dreary to the other three elves, but to her they were home. She was beginning to remember all the fun times she had had with her friends before she left and how much they had wanted her to stay.
She only had two close friends, Hethien and Eowuclya. She had known them for as long as she could remember. The three of them together seemed a little strange. They all had different personalities, which meant that sometimes didn't get along very well.
Hethien was the more serious one in the group. Whenever the other two strayed out of line just a little bit she corrected them. She was also the one who always wore a gown and had her blonde hair in a different fashion every day.
Eowuclya was the one who was able to lighten the mood when things weren't so nice. She was also the gentle, caring one in the group. You could find her in either a gown or a tunic and leggings, depending on what her mood was, and her blonde hair was either in the traditional elvish style for combat or it was just left down.
Narawen was another story. She was the fierce, outgoing, strong, and brave one in the group. She had always had a need for adventure and was always ready to go. She also loved to read. If you couldn't find her anywhere it was common sense to most of the elves that knew her well to check the library. She loved to read about the adventures of other people since she wasn't allowed to go on any herself. You would never see her in a gown, not even at banquets or balls, but you didn't usually have to worry about those since she almost never went to them, and when she did end up going it was only to please her parents. She had dirty blonde hair that was always in the elvish style for combat.
She did have one other friend, but Narawen wasn't as close to her as she was to Eowuclya and Hethien. Her name was Eowulia. She was her cousin and out of the other three she was the most lady-like, although Hethien was very close to her there, Eowulia was more beautiful. She had the most beautiful brown hair that she got from her mother who was from Rivendell, and the most exquisite green eyes. She was very proper and tried to correct everything Narawen did that 'wasn't very lady-like' as she had said to her many times in her life. 'It's for your own good,' she would tell Narawen, but Narawen would always come back with the response 'You sound like my mother'.
Narawen had been so deep in thought that she nearly fell off the horse when someone dropped from the trees in front of the small group. She noticed it was an elf, an elf that looked strangely familiar and yet she could not give him a name. He had his bow drawn and soon after him three other elves jumped down so that they were surrounded.
"What brings you to Mirkwood?" the first elf asked in a very unfriendly tone.
"We are messengers from Lord Elrond. I am Colas and this is Aniond and Forfin," Colas said gesturing to the other two elves from Rivendell.
"And who is she?" the elf asked looking at Narawen with a suspicious look in his eyes.
"We found her in the Misty Mountains. She said she was from Mirkwood so we offered to let her travel with us," Colas replied.
"There hasn't been an elf maiden leave the boundaries of Mirkwood for one hundred years."
"Her story is really very interesting, I suggest you listen to it sometime. Now will you please take me to see your King? We have a message for him and need to return to Rivendell as soon as possible."
"Follow me," the elf said still looking at Narawen, but now there wasn't as much suspicion as there was curiosity. He gestured for the other three elves to lower their weapons and follow along. He turned around and started to walk. "I am Isal, that is Teril, Henduil, and Nond," he pointed to each of the other elves as he said their name. "What is her name?"
"Narawen," Colas replied. A look of realization came over Isal's face, but no one was able to see it since he had his back to them.
~*~
Narawen stood behind the three elves from Rivendell as they gave King Thranduil the message from Lord Elrond. It had only taken them about two hours to get to the palace. There were two thrones. In one throne sat King Thranduil and in the other sat a tall blonde haired elf. This must be the prince that I heard so much about before we left. What did they say his name was? Oh yes, Legolas, she thought. She hadn't realized how much time had passed until Colas, Aniond, and Forfin left led by a servant.
After they had left she looked up to see the two elven royalties looking at her, King Thranduil smiled and said, "What is your name, little one?"
"I am Narawen," she replied.
"I heard that you say you are from Mirkwood, is that true?" he inquired.
"Yes, I lived here before I left with my parents for Rivendell."
"Rivendell? Were you with the group that," he paused for a moment looking for the right word. "Disappeared?" Narawen only nodded her head solemnly. The elven king looked at the girl and noticed how horrible she looked for the first time. "You look tired. I'll have a maid take you to a guest room for right now, just so you can get cleaned and rested. I would like to talk to you after you have slept."
She followed the maid that King Thranduil had called over out into that vast halls of Mirkwood, to the room the king had told the maid to put her in.
A/N: I'm going to take the next few chapters of the story to look more into her past and develop her character. Thank you to everyone who reviewed, I really appreciated it.