Now It Is Gone
Introduction
"My Lord. It is time to go."
Legolas sighed. Ever since the death of King Elessar, life in Middle-Earth had been hard for Elves. Elessar had maintained the peace. Has stopped the men of Gondor and Rohan from swarming the realms of the Elves: Rivendell, Lothlorien, Mirkwood.
For a time after the War, all the races of Middle-Earth lived in peace. But no more. Of course, there had always been a few problems. Some men and Elves would get into fights, as was wont to happen. IT was a golden age. And age of peace and beauty.
Yet slowly, time went on, and the Elves faded once more from the memories of men. They returned to the legends from whence they came, and men grew restless. If any believed that Elves existed, they believed that they have left this land, and sailed to the West. They saw no reason why not to enter the forbidden lands.
And now, Elessar had gone. No longer there to hold back the storm of Humanity. Near every being in Middle-Earth mourned his death. But few noticed the slipping away of his beautiful elven-queen. And even fewer noted that she ne'er returned. A small funeral was held in Lothlorien. It was quiet. And those who arrived came as if wraiths. And departed like mist in the dawn sun.
The Elves had no time for beauty in this age. The few that had not sailed spent their time defending their lands. But the find could not go on for much longer. Maybe in a score of years, it would all be over. And none would remain. The lands were fading, for no longer was there the magic of Elrond, or the Lady Galadriel. Once more the Dwarves draw back into their caves. Once more the Orcs multiply in their thousands. But who was their leader?
The Humans squabbled amongst themselves. They cared no longer for anything but power.
Like the world before the Walkers....
"How we do come round again.." Mused Legolas under his breath.
"My Lord?"
"Just a thought uttered aloud. Just a thought..." no longer was thought valued these days. We fight and we fight. But we get nowhere, thought the Elf.
He turned suddenly from his window, and walked swiftly out into the courtyard. Once more, he was being summoned to a council in Rivendell. Once more the fate of the world would be decided. But this time, there was no Dark Lord. This time, there are only Elves and Men. The races of Middle- Earth.
"Indeed, we do go on in endless cycle. But how it has changed.." He thought, as he swung himself onto his horse.
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Author's note: - I know it's short, but I just want to get the general feel of what it's like over. I would love to have some feedback.
Introduction
"My Lord. It is time to go."
Legolas sighed. Ever since the death of King Elessar, life in Middle-Earth had been hard for Elves. Elessar had maintained the peace. Has stopped the men of Gondor and Rohan from swarming the realms of the Elves: Rivendell, Lothlorien, Mirkwood.
For a time after the War, all the races of Middle-Earth lived in peace. But no more. Of course, there had always been a few problems. Some men and Elves would get into fights, as was wont to happen. IT was a golden age. And age of peace and beauty.
Yet slowly, time went on, and the Elves faded once more from the memories of men. They returned to the legends from whence they came, and men grew restless. If any believed that Elves existed, they believed that they have left this land, and sailed to the West. They saw no reason why not to enter the forbidden lands.
And now, Elessar had gone. No longer there to hold back the storm of Humanity. Near every being in Middle-Earth mourned his death. But few noticed the slipping away of his beautiful elven-queen. And even fewer noted that she ne'er returned. A small funeral was held in Lothlorien. It was quiet. And those who arrived came as if wraiths. And departed like mist in the dawn sun.
The Elves had no time for beauty in this age. The few that had not sailed spent their time defending their lands. But the find could not go on for much longer. Maybe in a score of years, it would all be over. And none would remain. The lands were fading, for no longer was there the magic of Elrond, or the Lady Galadriel. Once more the Dwarves draw back into their caves. Once more the Orcs multiply in their thousands. But who was their leader?
The Humans squabbled amongst themselves. They cared no longer for anything but power.
Like the world before the Walkers....
"How we do come round again.." Mused Legolas under his breath.
"My Lord?"
"Just a thought uttered aloud. Just a thought..." no longer was thought valued these days. We fight and we fight. But we get nowhere, thought the Elf.
He turned suddenly from his window, and walked swiftly out into the courtyard. Once more, he was being summoned to a council in Rivendell. Once more the fate of the world would be decided. But this time, there was no Dark Lord. This time, there are only Elves and Men. The races of Middle- Earth.
"Indeed, we do go on in endless cycle. But how it has changed.." He thought, as he swung himself onto his horse.
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Author's note: - I know it's short, but I just want to get the general feel of what it's like over. I would love to have some feedback.