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Chapter Eight .~~~~~~~
An old man walked into the clearing, his long grey cloak brushing the top of the blades of grass. The large hood was covering his head creating a dark shadow that covered his features. The only feature visible was a long white moustache and beard cascading down the front of his body. His clothes were plain and simple, his trousers the colour of the earth, ripped and frayed at the bottom. A black leather belt held encircled his waist, holding the too big trousers up, the buckle was a silver leaf with intricately designed down to the smallest veins of the leaf. His once white shirt, a dirty grey from the dust of travelling. His overtunic the colour of the green leaves of the trees surrounding them. He leaned heavily on a long white staff that supported his weight.
"What do you want old man?!" she yelled nastily, looking at him and waiting for him to leave the clearing.
"I came to see what all the yelling was about. I could hear it all on the other side of Mirkwood. I thought someone was in the process of being killed!" the old man replied calmly.
"Well some one," she glared at Legolas for a split second before turning back to the old man "may loose their life yet! Now leave! This has nothing to do with you!" she glared, her eyes cold and her blade clenched tightly in her hand.
"It is my business Celendil, if my close friends are being threatened with their lives!" replied the calm voice.
"How do you know my name?" she queried warily, not taking her gaze off of him.
"I know a lot of things about you Celendil." His soft voice echoed quietly through the clearing surrounding them.
Legolas sat there just looking at the two of them. He knew who he was, but was quite unsure of how he knew who Celendil was, his confusion was beginning to overwhelm him. He didn't like getting confused and rarely had such a problem.
Celendil looked towards Legolas, who was quietly watching the scene before him. It was obvious by the blank expression on his face that he knew this intruder .
"Things Legolas or his father might have told but I assure you they do not know anything of me." she replied heatedly, glaring at the unconcerned elf standing next to her before turning back to the infuriating old man.
"They have not sent word or even spoke to me face to face to tell me anything of you Celendil. I know things about you from personal memories and people telling me of you." came the quiet voice again.
"I have never seen you in my life how should you know anything of me let alone have memories of me!" she yelled sarcastically, the muscles in her arms quivering with the subconscious desire to strike out.
"I know who your real parents are and that you had a close bond with a she elf who you called a atara and that her daughter was known as your sister, and that they are both dead." he whispered softly, regret colouring his words.
"If you value your life, I suggest you stay out of mine and not come with ten feet of me, otherwise your life will be cut short un expectedly!" she sat rigidly on her horse, her back held straight and proudly. "You heard my warning, now act upon it and stay away from me!"
What was a blue sky with no clouds in sight was now a dangerous storm. The horse reared high and slashed the air furiously like a tiger ripping its food to shreds. Lighting struck far behind the horse the light making them look like ghosts of the forest. As the horse made contact with the ground you heard the roaring thunder. She kicked the side of his stomach gently but enough for the horse to go straight into a gallop. She galloped straight past the old man and Legolas. Their eyes met, everything went so slow it felt like eternity they looked into each other's eyes. Legolas noticed the look of fear and rage in her eyes. Then everything went back to the original fast pace and she carried on in her gallop back to the palace in haste.
Legolas looked after Celendil's disappearing figure trying to decide whether to go after her or not. Sighing heavily he turned back to the old man, the torrential rain falling from the large black clouds hovering above. They were both now dripping wet, Legolas's hair sticking to the side of his face.
"You are Gandalf the White, are you not?" he looked closely at the man who was capped.
"I am Gandalf the White. You should know me anywhere by now Legolas Greenleaf, I am sorely disappointed in you." he looked back at Legolas with a mischievous grin on his face. Reaching up and pulled the hood from his head, his white hair beaming in the dullness of the forest.
"Come we will take shelter under the willow." he jumped off his horse and led her under the canopy of the willow. Closely followed by Gandalf, he turned around to embrace his long-time friend. "It is nice to see you old friend, how have you been fairing?" Legolas said joyfully, standing back and gesturing for Gandalf to sit down with him.
"I have been fairing well, thank you Legolas." He smiled lightly at his old friend.
"How do you know Celendil?" Legolas asked, looking at Gandalf with confusion in his eyes.
"I can not tell you anything at this point my dear friend. She can tell you her part of the story but that would still not be enough to answer all of your questions, let alone the questions that have been plaguing her mind for last few centuries." He looked back at Legolas with sorrowful eyes.
"But how." Legolas was utterly confused by this point and he hated it. Gandalf cut him off in mid sentence.
"Please Legolas, do not make this any harder for me than it already is. I know you are confused, I can see it in your eyes. But don't ask me the questions, ask Celendil and in time I will give you the answers to your other questions as well as Celendil's." He said, looking straight into Legolas's eyes.
Legolas locked gazes with Gandalf, seeing several emotions run the gamut through his eyes. But tow stood out apart from the other, the first was sadness and it lingered for a mere second before happiness appeared for a shorter time than the first. "Uma Mellon I will not ask you anymore questions. But realise she already delotha nin, do not say anything against me I have enough as I can take right now before I kill her my self!" {yes friend .hates me)
"If I say anything of you Legolas it will be in your favour." Gandalf grinned impishly up at him.
"Thank you my dear mellon. I apologise but I need to get back to the palace. You do know your way do you not?" He tilted his head to one side in a questioning manner and waited for the reply, which never came.
"Gandalf." He opened his eyes wider his eyes brows rising higher on his forehead.
"Ummmmm."
Legolas looked at Gandalf and sighed heavily. "Gandalf!" he waved a hand in front of Gandalf's eyes, trying to break his daydream. "GANDALF!"
"Amin hireatha {I'm sorry}. What was it you said?" he looked back at Legolas with an apologetic smile on his face.
"I said, I need to get back to the palace. Do you know where you are going?"
"Yes I will be back within the day."
Legolas patted the wizards back gently but firmly. "It is nice to see you Gandalf. We should talk over dinner." he moved and went to the horse's side, stroked her neck gently and mounted in one liquid motion landing on her back gracefully. "Come Cali, we must get back." He smiled one last time at Gandalf before turning the horse and walking her out of the willow. Once they were cleared, he nudged her sides gently into a gallop, racing back for the palace. He looked up to the sky to see the black clouds dissipating into the atmosphere.
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Chapter Eight .~~~~~~~
An old man walked into the clearing, his long grey cloak brushing the top of the blades of grass. The large hood was covering his head creating a dark shadow that covered his features. The only feature visible was a long white moustache and beard cascading down the front of his body. His clothes were plain and simple, his trousers the colour of the earth, ripped and frayed at the bottom. A black leather belt held encircled his waist, holding the too big trousers up, the buckle was a silver leaf with intricately designed down to the smallest veins of the leaf. His once white shirt, a dirty grey from the dust of travelling. His overtunic the colour of the green leaves of the trees surrounding them. He leaned heavily on a long white staff that supported his weight.
"What do you want old man?!" she yelled nastily, looking at him and waiting for him to leave the clearing.
"I came to see what all the yelling was about. I could hear it all on the other side of Mirkwood. I thought someone was in the process of being killed!" the old man replied calmly.
"Well some one," she glared at Legolas for a split second before turning back to the old man "may loose their life yet! Now leave! This has nothing to do with you!" she glared, her eyes cold and her blade clenched tightly in her hand.
"It is my business Celendil, if my close friends are being threatened with their lives!" replied the calm voice.
"How do you know my name?" she queried warily, not taking her gaze off of him.
"I know a lot of things about you Celendil." His soft voice echoed quietly through the clearing surrounding them.
Legolas sat there just looking at the two of them. He knew who he was, but was quite unsure of how he knew who Celendil was, his confusion was beginning to overwhelm him. He didn't like getting confused and rarely had such a problem.
Celendil looked towards Legolas, who was quietly watching the scene before him. It was obvious by the blank expression on his face that he knew this intruder .
"Things Legolas or his father might have told but I assure you they do not know anything of me." she replied heatedly, glaring at the unconcerned elf standing next to her before turning back to the infuriating old man.
"They have not sent word or even spoke to me face to face to tell me anything of you Celendil. I know things about you from personal memories and people telling me of you." came the quiet voice again.
"I have never seen you in my life how should you know anything of me let alone have memories of me!" she yelled sarcastically, the muscles in her arms quivering with the subconscious desire to strike out.
"I know who your real parents are and that you had a close bond with a she elf who you called a atara and that her daughter was known as your sister, and that they are both dead." he whispered softly, regret colouring his words.
"If you value your life, I suggest you stay out of mine and not come with ten feet of me, otherwise your life will be cut short un expectedly!" she sat rigidly on her horse, her back held straight and proudly. "You heard my warning, now act upon it and stay away from me!"
What was a blue sky with no clouds in sight was now a dangerous storm. The horse reared high and slashed the air furiously like a tiger ripping its food to shreds. Lighting struck far behind the horse the light making them look like ghosts of the forest. As the horse made contact with the ground you heard the roaring thunder. She kicked the side of his stomach gently but enough for the horse to go straight into a gallop. She galloped straight past the old man and Legolas. Their eyes met, everything went so slow it felt like eternity they looked into each other's eyes. Legolas noticed the look of fear and rage in her eyes. Then everything went back to the original fast pace and she carried on in her gallop back to the palace in haste.
Legolas looked after Celendil's disappearing figure trying to decide whether to go after her or not. Sighing heavily he turned back to the old man, the torrential rain falling from the large black clouds hovering above. They were both now dripping wet, Legolas's hair sticking to the side of his face.
"You are Gandalf the White, are you not?" he looked closely at the man who was capped.
"I am Gandalf the White. You should know me anywhere by now Legolas Greenleaf, I am sorely disappointed in you." he looked back at Legolas with a mischievous grin on his face. Reaching up and pulled the hood from his head, his white hair beaming in the dullness of the forest.
"Come we will take shelter under the willow." he jumped off his horse and led her under the canopy of the willow. Closely followed by Gandalf, he turned around to embrace his long-time friend. "It is nice to see you old friend, how have you been fairing?" Legolas said joyfully, standing back and gesturing for Gandalf to sit down with him.
"I have been fairing well, thank you Legolas." He smiled lightly at his old friend.
"How do you know Celendil?" Legolas asked, looking at Gandalf with confusion in his eyes.
"I can not tell you anything at this point my dear friend. She can tell you her part of the story but that would still not be enough to answer all of your questions, let alone the questions that have been plaguing her mind for last few centuries." He looked back at Legolas with sorrowful eyes.
"But how." Legolas was utterly confused by this point and he hated it. Gandalf cut him off in mid sentence.
"Please Legolas, do not make this any harder for me than it already is. I know you are confused, I can see it in your eyes. But don't ask me the questions, ask Celendil and in time I will give you the answers to your other questions as well as Celendil's." He said, looking straight into Legolas's eyes.
Legolas locked gazes with Gandalf, seeing several emotions run the gamut through his eyes. But tow stood out apart from the other, the first was sadness and it lingered for a mere second before happiness appeared for a shorter time than the first. "Uma Mellon I will not ask you anymore questions. But realise she already delotha nin, do not say anything against me I have enough as I can take right now before I kill her my self!" {yes friend .hates me)
"If I say anything of you Legolas it will be in your favour." Gandalf grinned impishly up at him.
"Thank you my dear mellon. I apologise but I need to get back to the palace. You do know your way do you not?" He tilted his head to one side in a questioning manner and waited for the reply, which never came.
"Gandalf." He opened his eyes wider his eyes brows rising higher on his forehead.
"Ummmmm."
Legolas looked at Gandalf and sighed heavily. "Gandalf!" he waved a hand in front of Gandalf's eyes, trying to break his daydream. "GANDALF!"
"Amin hireatha {I'm sorry}. What was it you said?" he looked back at Legolas with an apologetic smile on his face.
"I said, I need to get back to the palace. Do you know where you are going?"
"Yes I will be back within the day."
Legolas patted the wizards back gently but firmly. "It is nice to see you Gandalf. We should talk over dinner." he moved and went to the horse's side, stroked her neck gently and mounted in one liquid motion landing on her back gracefully. "Come Cali, we must get back." He smiled one last time at Gandalf before turning the horse and walking her out of the willow. Once they were cleared, he nudged her sides gently into a gallop, racing back for the palace. He looked up to the sky to see the black clouds dissipating into the atmosphere.
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