***from legolas's POV***
I receive a letter from my darling Eden the fourth day of my journey. Yesterday I arrived in Rivendell and I met the bravest Hobbit around - Frodo Baggins his name is. He offered to take the Ring of Power. That is a large burden indeed.
Tierna moves to sit beside me. I'm resting on a log, some elvish food untouched in my hand. I try not to weep as I read her letter. She sounds as if she is in great pain. Damn her father, damn Rumar! Making plans without her.if I was there, with my arrow and bow.
Yet I know killing her father would bring her no pleasure. It would only serve to bring her pain. If she is unhappy, so am I. So I suppose this is one battle that bows and arrows cannot win.
"Is that from Eden?" Tierna asks, putting a comforting hand on my shoulder.
"Yes."
"Do you miss her terribly?"
"I do. I miss her more than I can say..for me the grief is still too near. What can I do without her? What if she is forced to marry Rumar of Clothden before I return from this quest?"
Tierna shakes her head sadly. "You cannot turn back. Middle Earth is at stake. If the Ring gets into the wrong hands, you know only too well what will happen. One Ring to rule them all, one Ring to find them, one Ring to bring them all, and in the darkness bind them," she says softly, her tone melancholy. "Then there will be no Middle Earth, and no Valinor, and no Eden."
"I know." I swallow back tears, and continue to read. Tierna disappears for a few moments and when she returns, she has parchment, a seal and a quill in her hands, and a small pot of red ink.
"We will rest here yet," she says soothingly. "Write to your melamin, your dear one. Give her your heart."
She already has it. But I don't say that because Tierna presses a soft kiss to my hair and walks away, leaving me with my thoughts. I look at the blank page and see my love's face.
Melamin, I write,
I miss you terribly. It feels as if I have had one half of me ripped out and thrown on the ground for the crebbie to tear at. I was shocked to hear of the plans your father and Rumar are making.
I know not what to do, my one and only. If you had been in the circle in Rivendell today, with Elrond, Gimli and a brave hobbit named Frodo, you wold have seen the power of the Ring. Gimli attempted to smash the Ring with the strongest ax in Middle Earth.and the blade shattered. The Ring was left intact.
It was made in the fires of Mordor and only there can it be unmade. This task I must accompany him in. I pledged to him the skill of my bow. This is not a promise I undertook lightly.
Please try and understand - if there is no Middle Earth there will be no Valinor, no me, no you. No one. So I must see that this is done, especially as I am Prince of the Mirkwood. This I must do, to save my people and yours.
All my love, and all my heart,
Leglolas.
And I put down my quill as I hear Elrond saying it is time for us to undertake this quest. I give the letter to the elf messenger and pray with every fibre in my being that my darling will understand...and that some being above will keep her safe from Rumar of Clothden.
I receive a letter from my darling Eden the fourth day of my journey. Yesterday I arrived in Rivendell and I met the bravest Hobbit around - Frodo Baggins his name is. He offered to take the Ring of Power. That is a large burden indeed.
Tierna moves to sit beside me. I'm resting on a log, some elvish food untouched in my hand. I try not to weep as I read her letter. She sounds as if she is in great pain. Damn her father, damn Rumar! Making plans without her.if I was there, with my arrow and bow.
Yet I know killing her father would bring her no pleasure. It would only serve to bring her pain. If she is unhappy, so am I. So I suppose this is one battle that bows and arrows cannot win.
"Is that from Eden?" Tierna asks, putting a comforting hand on my shoulder.
"Yes."
"Do you miss her terribly?"
"I do. I miss her more than I can say..for me the grief is still too near. What can I do without her? What if she is forced to marry Rumar of Clothden before I return from this quest?"
Tierna shakes her head sadly. "You cannot turn back. Middle Earth is at stake. If the Ring gets into the wrong hands, you know only too well what will happen. One Ring to rule them all, one Ring to find them, one Ring to bring them all, and in the darkness bind them," she says softly, her tone melancholy. "Then there will be no Middle Earth, and no Valinor, and no Eden."
"I know." I swallow back tears, and continue to read. Tierna disappears for a few moments and when she returns, she has parchment, a seal and a quill in her hands, and a small pot of red ink.
"We will rest here yet," she says soothingly. "Write to your melamin, your dear one. Give her your heart."
She already has it. But I don't say that because Tierna presses a soft kiss to my hair and walks away, leaving me with my thoughts. I look at the blank page and see my love's face.
Melamin, I write,
I miss you terribly. It feels as if I have had one half of me ripped out and thrown on the ground for the crebbie to tear at. I was shocked to hear of the plans your father and Rumar are making.
I know not what to do, my one and only. If you had been in the circle in Rivendell today, with Elrond, Gimli and a brave hobbit named Frodo, you wold have seen the power of the Ring. Gimli attempted to smash the Ring with the strongest ax in Middle Earth.and the blade shattered. The Ring was left intact.
It was made in the fires of Mordor and only there can it be unmade. This task I must accompany him in. I pledged to him the skill of my bow. This is not a promise I undertook lightly.
Please try and understand - if there is no Middle Earth there will be no Valinor, no me, no you. No one. So I must see that this is done, especially as I am Prince of the Mirkwood. This I must do, to save my people and yours.
All my love, and all my heart,
Leglolas.
And I put down my quill as I hear Elrond saying it is time for us to undertake this quest. I give the letter to the elf messenger and pray with every fibre in my being that my darling will understand...and that some being above will keep her safe from Rumar of Clothden.