DISCLAIMER- Not mine... do you think I could buy it off of Tolkien?
Thought not.
Like I said, this story may wander into slightly AU things in the future, but again, don't let that put you off! It'll all go back to normal after a while... I hope... =S
Anyway, review replies... now then...
IrishQT- Thank you! Here's the next chapter! =)
helena- Legolas is. Did that help? =)
On with this delightful, charming, pleasant, wonderful, happy little tale... =D
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Away in Rivendell, Lord Elrond received some unexpected visitors; some welcome, others not so...
"Gandalf!" he cried, as he welcomed the wizard into his house, "and the hobbits too! Well, this is a pleasant surprise! What brings you to Rivendell my friends?" The old Istari laughed.
"Just a flying visit Elrond, we were in fact on our way to Mirkwood, seeing as just a few days past was the young Princess' birthday, and the hobbits felt it only polite to say congratulations."
Elrond smiled. "Well, it brings great joy to my heart to see you again mellonin!" It was then that Pippin piped up.
"Lord Elrond, I don't wish to seem rude, but you wouldn't perhaps have any food that may be spared for a hungry hobbit, would you? You see, it has been at least an hour since we last ate, and I'm so dreadfully starving!"
As the clear laughter rang true through the cool morning air, the sound of pounding hooves were heard, and Elrond saw a rider bearing the standard of Mirkwood.
"Ah, it seems that those who dwell at your desired destination have sent us some word," he said, catching his breath after laughing. "One can only hope that the messenger bears as good news as I have already received on this picturesque morn..."
Alas, it was not, for as Elrond walked down the path to greet the rider, he was momentarily taken back by the stressed look on the messenger's face. Upon seeing Lord Elrond, the Wood-Elf descended from his horse and bowed.
"Lord Elrond, I bring urgent news from Mirkwood," he said, and handed Elrond a piece of parchment, sealed with the crest of the Royal family.
"It is from King Thranduil, but he writes it by request of King Ellessar of Gondor." Elrond noticed the Elf's tired horse, and the fact that the bearer of the message himself seemed rather worn out.
"Go," he said. "Take rest in my houses, you seem in need of it."
The Elf welcomed the chance of a rest gladly, and walked away, but not before saying something to Elrond.
"Please, read it right away. The King was in an awful state when he handed it to me. There's something wrong. It's all been hushed up at the palace, kept quiet, but it's obvious that something is amiss." Elrond watched the rider walk away, and sat on a small stone bench to read the foreboding letter...
The hobbits sat in the shade of the trees of the beautiful city. Gandalf was with them, smoking away on his pipe, taking in the peacefulness and calm of the day. The sun shone bright, the birds were singing, and all remainders of last night's unexpected storm were eliminated; all was right with the world... or so it seemed.
Merry was now taking this glorious time of passivity to lecture the other three about the fascinations of cheese; "You see my friends, when one chooses a cheese, it must be of an excellent quality..."
He sounded as proud as possible, and although Frodo and Sam were half asleep, for this was a speech much repeated, but Pippin still remained as interested as the first time he'd heard it, for any talk of food was appealing to him...
Their tranquil state was rudely interrupted when Lord Elrond rushed round the corner.
"Gandalf! Please, I require your council immediately!" The hobbits watched this with intense curiosity; something had clearly shaken up the Elven lord "And no mistake!" added Sam.
Gandalf sped to Elrond's side, and read the letter pressed into his hands;
Lord Elrond,
We desperately require your assistance here in Mirkwood; a great evil has befallen my son, but I do not know what. Please, I beseech you, make haste, for I have observed his condition and it appears to be extremely dire. I do not ask of your help oft, but my friend, if there must be a time when the Elvenking calls for help, then surely this is it.
King Thranduil.
Gandalf was unsure, but he could have sworn that the ink was smudged because of many tear stains...
~*~*~*~
As he slipped into the darkness further, he felt that only living presence near him leave his side.
"Wait..." he tried to call out, but no voice emerged from his throat. It was then that the chill over him grew more intense as a voice echoed in his head.
"See, they hate you so much, he's just left you here- cold, hurt, maybe even dying... but I'm not going to say if it's that that bad yet!" laughed the voice of Saurar. "You have no friends, you miserable excuse for an immortal," Then he paused. "Sorry, half-mortal!"
His cruel words rang through the air. Poor Legolas felt the words pierce his heart like an icy knife. He couldn't believe it; no, he wouldn't believe it.
"I now have the power to control your very actions. I think a little demonstration is in order..." And against his will, Legolas found himself suddenly sitting up in bed.
"What? What are you doing?!" he demanded.
"Oh, don't you know? I possess part of you, so I am able to control you," that same heart-numbing laughter wracked through the Elf's brain. "Like a little dog! And it doesn't matter about the state of your health, seeing as I'm perfectly fine... it doesn't make any difference to me!"
As all this was being viciously explained, the Elf had risen from his bed and wandered out onto the balcony...
~*~*~*~
"Come on," said Aragorn to Tathiel after regaining his regal composure. "I think you can see him now."
The small elf looked up into his eyes, and in that instant a thousand thoughts fleeted through Aragorn's mind at once; Tathiel was probably the Elven equivalent of, what...? A ten year old? And yet here she was, having to deal with issues that even a fully grown Elf should never have to bear...
"Life is too cruel." he thought. The Elf-girl took his hand and allowed herself to be led to the door. She pushed it open, and Aragorn's gaze zipped up from her when the youngster gasped. His eyes scanned the room, but even as they did, a rising panic fuelled an almost impossible sense of dread...
Legolas was gone. There was no sign of him...
~*~*~*~
So, what did you think? Please R+R to tell me! =D
Thought not.
Like I said, this story may wander into slightly AU things in the future, but again, don't let that put you off! It'll all go back to normal after a while... I hope... =S
Anyway, review replies... now then...
IrishQT- Thank you! Here's the next chapter! =)
helena- Legolas is. Did that help? =)
On with this delightful, charming, pleasant, wonderful, happy little tale... =D
~*~*~*~
Away in Rivendell, Lord Elrond received some unexpected visitors; some welcome, others not so...
"Gandalf!" he cried, as he welcomed the wizard into his house, "and the hobbits too! Well, this is a pleasant surprise! What brings you to Rivendell my friends?" The old Istari laughed.
"Just a flying visit Elrond, we were in fact on our way to Mirkwood, seeing as just a few days past was the young Princess' birthday, and the hobbits felt it only polite to say congratulations."
Elrond smiled. "Well, it brings great joy to my heart to see you again mellonin!" It was then that Pippin piped up.
"Lord Elrond, I don't wish to seem rude, but you wouldn't perhaps have any food that may be spared for a hungry hobbit, would you? You see, it has been at least an hour since we last ate, and I'm so dreadfully starving!"
As the clear laughter rang true through the cool morning air, the sound of pounding hooves were heard, and Elrond saw a rider bearing the standard of Mirkwood.
"Ah, it seems that those who dwell at your desired destination have sent us some word," he said, catching his breath after laughing. "One can only hope that the messenger bears as good news as I have already received on this picturesque morn..."
Alas, it was not, for as Elrond walked down the path to greet the rider, he was momentarily taken back by the stressed look on the messenger's face. Upon seeing Lord Elrond, the Wood-Elf descended from his horse and bowed.
"Lord Elrond, I bring urgent news from Mirkwood," he said, and handed Elrond a piece of parchment, sealed with the crest of the Royal family.
"It is from King Thranduil, but he writes it by request of King Ellessar of Gondor." Elrond noticed the Elf's tired horse, and the fact that the bearer of the message himself seemed rather worn out.
"Go," he said. "Take rest in my houses, you seem in need of it."
The Elf welcomed the chance of a rest gladly, and walked away, but not before saying something to Elrond.
"Please, read it right away. The King was in an awful state when he handed it to me. There's something wrong. It's all been hushed up at the palace, kept quiet, but it's obvious that something is amiss." Elrond watched the rider walk away, and sat on a small stone bench to read the foreboding letter...
The hobbits sat in the shade of the trees of the beautiful city. Gandalf was with them, smoking away on his pipe, taking in the peacefulness and calm of the day. The sun shone bright, the birds were singing, and all remainders of last night's unexpected storm were eliminated; all was right with the world... or so it seemed.
Merry was now taking this glorious time of passivity to lecture the other three about the fascinations of cheese; "You see my friends, when one chooses a cheese, it must be of an excellent quality..."
He sounded as proud as possible, and although Frodo and Sam were half asleep, for this was a speech much repeated, but Pippin still remained as interested as the first time he'd heard it, for any talk of food was appealing to him...
Their tranquil state was rudely interrupted when Lord Elrond rushed round the corner.
"Gandalf! Please, I require your council immediately!" The hobbits watched this with intense curiosity; something had clearly shaken up the Elven lord "And no mistake!" added Sam.
Gandalf sped to Elrond's side, and read the letter pressed into his hands;
Lord Elrond,
We desperately require your assistance here in Mirkwood; a great evil has befallen my son, but I do not know what. Please, I beseech you, make haste, for I have observed his condition and it appears to be extremely dire. I do not ask of your help oft, but my friend, if there must be a time when the Elvenking calls for help, then surely this is it.
King Thranduil.
Gandalf was unsure, but he could have sworn that the ink was smudged because of many tear stains...
~*~*~*~
As he slipped into the darkness further, he felt that only living presence near him leave his side.
"Wait..." he tried to call out, but no voice emerged from his throat. It was then that the chill over him grew more intense as a voice echoed in his head.
"See, they hate you so much, he's just left you here- cold, hurt, maybe even dying... but I'm not going to say if it's that that bad yet!" laughed the voice of Saurar. "You have no friends, you miserable excuse for an immortal," Then he paused. "Sorry, half-mortal!"
His cruel words rang through the air. Poor Legolas felt the words pierce his heart like an icy knife. He couldn't believe it; no, he wouldn't believe it.
"I now have the power to control your very actions. I think a little demonstration is in order..." And against his will, Legolas found himself suddenly sitting up in bed.
"What? What are you doing?!" he demanded.
"Oh, don't you know? I possess part of you, so I am able to control you," that same heart-numbing laughter wracked through the Elf's brain. "Like a little dog! And it doesn't matter about the state of your health, seeing as I'm perfectly fine... it doesn't make any difference to me!"
As all this was being viciously explained, the Elf had risen from his bed and wandered out onto the balcony...
~*~*~*~
"Come on," said Aragorn to Tathiel after regaining his regal composure. "I think you can see him now."
The small elf looked up into his eyes, and in that instant a thousand thoughts fleeted through Aragorn's mind at once; Tathiel was probably the Elven equivalent of, what...? A ten year old? And yet here she was, having to deal with issues that even a fully grown Elf should never have to bear...
"Life is too cruel." he thought. The Elf-girl took his hand and allowed herself to be led to the door. She pushed it open, and Aragorn's gaze zipped up from her when the youngster gasped. His eyes scanned the room, but even as they did, a rising panic fuelled an almost impossible sense of dread...
Legolas was gone. There was no sign of him...
~*~*~*~
So, what did you think? Please R+R to tell me! =D