Ch. 2- Two Elves and Isilidir's heir
Middle Earth/ Rivendale:
"Legolas, is she alright," a man with a rough voice, long straggly hair, and an air of greatness asked. He was Aragorn, or known as Strider to many.
A woman lay on a bed in a room of Rivendale. Tending to her was Legolas, Prince of Mirkwood.
"Yes, Aragorn, I sense she will soon wake," Legolas replied looking at the beautiful woman, and he felt a strange pang in his heart. Aragorn smiled, and laughed at the expression that played across his elf-friend's face. Legolas looked at Aragorn.
"Goheno anim, Legolas, but I know what you feel, for I have felt it before. You have fallen for this woman, or girl, for I think her to be not more than twenty-five years."
Legolas sighed, and turned back to the girl. "You speak truth, dear friend, for I have, indeed, fallen for her." He made his way to Aragorn and placed a hand on his shoulder. "Watch over her, for I must leave for a while. I will be back soon. Tell her all she needs to know. Of her injury and how long she has been out for. Ask her where she came from, and of her name, but she, alas, may not remember it. If she cannot, give her one."
He left the man to watch over his charge. He loved this lady with all his heart, though he did not know why. He had never spoken with her, and had never seen her in every place of Middle Earth he'd been to. The trouble was that she was man-kind, and he, Legolas, was elf-kind. Though he loved her, she may never love him in return.
An hour passed before the girl woke with a start.
Where am I? What happened, she asked herself.
Aragorn saw the girl had awakened and cleared his throat. She looked at him.
"Well met," Aragorn said, "you are awake." He watched as the girl looked around puzzled.
"Who are you? Where am I," she asked Aragorn.
"You are in Rivendale, my lady," Aragorn said. "I am Aragorn, son of Arathorn, though some call me Strider. You may call me either name."
"Rivendale, Aragorn? Reminds me of something I once read. oh, I can't remember," she said. "How did I get her, Aragorn?"
"My companion and I found you in Rohan, far from here. You were lying on the ground, unconscious. We believe you hit your head, but you were still breathing yet. We traveled her, Legolas, an elf, and my companion, carried you here," he said. "Now, my lady, may I ask a question of you?" The girl nodded.
"Who are you? What is your name, my lady?" The girl opened her mouth, and closed it again. Who am I, she asked herself.
"My lady," Aragorn asked. She looked at him, tears forming in her eyes.
"I. d-don't know. I c-can't r-remember who I am. o-or how I got h-here," the girl said between sobs.
"My-my lady, Legolas told me to give you a name is you could not remember your own. Aranel! Does Aranel suit you?" The girl, now Aranel, nodded. She liked the name.
"When can I meet this elf. um. what was his name?"
"Legolas," Aragorn supplied.
"Yes, him. When can I meet Legolas? I have a feeling I might like him," Aranel said. Aragorn smiled.
"Yes, I think you will. Probably more than you expect to," he said. Aranel smiled, and looked down at her hands. Something caught her eye. It was a ring on her left hand ring finger. She took it off.
"Where did this come from, Aragorn," she asked, she held it up. Aragorn looked surprised.
"Is it not yours," he asked. Aranel shook her head. "Then you are not married?" Again, Aranel shook her head. Legolas will be happy, Aragorn thought.
Just then a newcomer entered the room with great speed. It was Legolas. He looked at Aranel and beamed making Aranel blush. Aranel thought Legolas to be very handsome. Legolas looked into Aranel's dark brown eyes, their eyes locked, and all was silent until Aragorn cleared his throat.
"Legolas," Aragorn said, smiling. "She could not remember her own name, so I gave her the name Aranel.
"Perfect," Legolas said to Aragorn, and turned back to Aranel. "Aranel, my lady, I am Legolas, Prince of Mirkwood, and we are in Rivendale. You will meet Elrond shortly," Legolas said but another elf, one with long dark hair, came in.
"I am here now, Legolas," the elf said, and turned to face Aranel. Aranel placed the ring that she had still been holding on her bedside table, and then turned to look at Elrond.
"Well met, Aranel," he said. "You must choose one of two choices: To stay here in Rivendale with me, or to go with Legolas and Aragorn to Rohan and elsewhere their paths lead them. The choice is yours but you must choose quickly, for time is not something we have a lot of at the moment." Aranel nodded, and smiled at Legolas, but was not aware of having done so.
"I choose to go with Legolas, and Aragorn, wherever their paths may lead them." Elrond nodded and he, Aragorn, and Legolas left Aranel's room so that she could get sleep and rest for the journey ahead of them tomorrow.
Middle Earth/ Rivendale:
"Legolas, is she alright," a man with a rough voice, long straggly hair, and an air of greatness asked. He was Aragorn, or known as Strider to many.
A woman lay on a bed in a room of Rivendale. Tending to her was Legolas, Prince of Mirkwood.
"Yes, Aragorn, I sense she will soon wake," Legolas replied looking at the beautiful woman, and he felt a strange pang in his heart. Aragorn smiled, and laughed at the expression that played across his elf-friend's face. Legolas looked at Aragorn.
"Goheno anim, Legolas, but I know what you feel, for I have felt it before. You have fallen for this woman, or girl, for I think her to be not more than twenty-five years."
Legolas sighed, and turned back to the girl. "You speak truth, dear friend, for I have, indeed, fallen for her." He made his way to Aragorn and placed a hand on his shoulder. "Watch over her, for I must leave for a while. I will be back soon. Tell her all she needs to know. Of her injury and how long she has been out for. Ask her where she came from, and of her name, but she, alas, may not remember it. If she cannot, give her one."
He left the man to watch over his charge. He loved this lady with all his heart, though he did not know why. He had never spoken with her, and had never seen her in every place of Middle Earth he'd been to. The trouble was that she was man-kind, and he, Legolas, was elf-kind. Though he loved her, she may never love him in return.
An hour passed before the girl woke with a start.
Where am I? What happened, she asked herself.
Aragorn saw the girl had awakened and cleared his throat. She looked at him.
"Well met," Aragorn said, "you are awake." He watched as the girl looked around puzzled.
"Who are you? Where am I," she asked Aragorn.
"You are in Rivendale, my lady," Aragorn said. "I am Aragorn, son of Arathorn, though some call me Strider. You may call me either name."
"Rivendale, Aragorn? Reminds me of something I once read. oh, I can't remember," she said. "How did I get her, Aragorn?"
"My companion and I found you in Rohan, far from here. You were lying on the ground, unconscious. We believe you hit your head, but you were still breathing yet. We traveled her, Legolas, an elf, and my companion, carried you here," he said. "Now, my lady, may I ask a question of you?" The girl nodded.
"Who are you? What is your name, my lady?" The girl opened her mouth, and closed it again. Who am I, she asked herself.
"My lady," Aragorn asked. She looked at him, tears forming in her eyes.
"I. d-don't know. I c-can't r-remember who I am. o-or how I got h-here," the girl said between sobs.
"My-my lady, Legolas told me to give you a name is you could not remember your own. Aranel! Does Aranel suit you?" The girl, now Aranel, nodded. She liked the name.
"When can I meet this elf. um. what was his name?"
"Legolas," Aragorn supplied.
"Yes, him. When can I meet Legolas? I have a feeling I might like him," Aranel said. Aragorn smiled.
"Yes, I think you will. Probably more than you expect to," he said. Aranel smiled, and looked down at her hands. Something caught her eye. It was a ring on her left hand ring finger. She took it off.
"Where did this come from, Aragorn," she asked, she held it up. Aragorn looked surprised.
"Is it not yours," he asked. Aranel shook her head. "Then you are not married?" Again, Aranel shook her head. Legolas will be happy, Aragorn thought.
Just then a newcomer entered the room with great speed. It was Legolas. He looked at Aranel and beamed making Aranel blush. Aranel thought Legolas to be very handsome. Legolas looked into Aranel's dark brown eyes, their eyes locked, and all was silent until Aragorn cleared his throat.
"Legolas," Aragorn said, smiling. "She could not remember her own name, so I gave her the name Aranel.
"Perfect," Legolas said to Aragorn, and turned back to Aranel. "Aranel, my lady, I am Legolas, Prince of Mirkwood, and we are in Rivendale. You will meet Elrond shortly," Legolas said but another elf, one with long dark hair, came in.
"I am here now, Legolas," the elf said, and turned to face Aranel. Aranel placed the ring that she had still been holding on her bedside table, and then turned to look at Elrond.
"Well met, Aranel," he said. "You must choose one of two choices: To stay here in Rivendale with me, or to go with Legolas and Aragorn to Rohan and elsewhere their paths lead them. The choice is yours but you must choose quickly, for time is not something we have a lot of at the moment." Aranel nodded, and smiled at Legolas, but was not aware of having done so.
"I choose to go with Legolas, and Aragorn, wherever their paths may lead them." Elrond nodded and he, Aragorn, and Legolas left Aranel's room so that she could get sleep and rest for the journey ahead of them tomorrow.