The 6th Istari
Chapter 7: Legolas' Story
Note: I may have gotten some facts wrong, and if I did, and you notice, please tell me and I will try to change it asap. I have also forgotten to do the language thing in a couple places so I may go back and fix that, I don't know, but bear with me.
Thoughts are in Italics. Thoughts spoken to each other are "in italics". If they are speaking in elvish, *elvish*, if dwarvish, dwarvish, if they are speaking normally, "It will be normal."
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Meanwhile, in Mirkwood a man swung down from his horse. He looked to be in early 20's, but when he turned around you could tell he had been through a lot by the wrinkles in his face, and the bags under his eyes, and his dark brown hair that was turning grey. As he handed the reins to a stable hand he asked him, "What's going on? Why are all those elves moving in a clump along the street?" The man jerked his thumb behind him, pointing at a clump of elves moving quickly down a street. The boy started to talk excitedly, information bursting out of him. "Why, didn't you hear Mithrandir? A band of elves found 100 dead orcs in a clearing and they also found three bodies in the middle of all the carnage, 2 elves and one human, no one recognizes any of them. They're being taken to Thranduil now." Mtihrandir nodded his head in appreciation and walked towards the palace. He would find out more details there. (Mithrandir is Gandalf)
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Thranduil and Legolas sat on the chairs by the wall opposite the beds. They watched as the healers tend the cuts and bruises on the three people. Men healers worked on the boy and women healers tended the two girls. They were in a guest room that had three separate beds. On each one lay one of the three people found, al were stripped of their clothes, and being tended. They had placed clean underclothes on the girls and the boy. On the far left was the human girl; she had mid-upper arm length dark, brown hair and had a round, cherry face. She had a bump on her head and several cuts and bruises, but she would survive with little damage. The elvish boy occupied the middle bed. He was covered in lacerations and gashes, "He was scourged by an orc." Legolas told his father, "We found the whip," his face was grim and sober as he recalled that evil looking whip. On the far right was the elvish maiden. She also had some gashes like the boy, but certainly not as many. Her and the boy looked very alike. Their build, facial features, and hair color were all the same. Although he was more muscular, square, and had longer hair. And she was trim, but curvaceous, and she had short hair. They were like twins.
The three had right now been placed on top of the covers, no matter if blood soaked through, it could be cleaned up; they needed help. Just then, Mithrandir burst in, "What's going on? I disappear for 6 months and you think that you can have adventures without me! How will I stick my nose into other people's matters?" his eyes twinkled at Thranduil and his private joke. But his face grew sober quickly, "Really Thranduil, what happened? Tell me everything." Thranduil gestured for him to sit in a chair next to him, and Mithrandir sank into a chair, he was dirty and tired form the ride, but still listened attentively to Thranduil.
"Our people like to celebrate the full moon; one such group was celebrating when something happened. Legolas was with them," he nodded his head at Legolas. Legolas took the cue and continued while Mithrandir leaned forward to look at Legolas around his father. "Yes, I was there. Some were dancing and everyone else was sitting with him on the other side of the fire talking. But then we heard things in our minds. Now none of us can mind-talk. A couple of us are close to it, but don't quite have it yet. We heard, well, FELT feelings, there was just a couple of wisps at first; they seemed like someone's strong feelings nearby. They were broadcasting loudly and strongly since we felt wisps. There was debating, anger, trepidation, and despair. It was so strong, Mithrandir." Legolas looked at Mithrandir, troubled confusion in his eyes.
"It was the one of the strongest mind-speeches I have ever felt. It was almost as strong as Elrond and Galadriel! Then there was anger, and bloodlust, all of us had stopped by now and were struggling to control the feelings that were pounding over us. It felt as if we were in a tide pool and an undertow was pulling us down, and no matter how many times we resurfaced. We got pulled down further and further each time, our blood started to boil with blood lust. And then, just as we were losing strength; suddenly, it all stopped! There were all the feelings of one who hears the footsteps of doom come upon them, upon us. But there was a single strand of courage amidst all that desolation, the strand grew and grew till it was a blanket covering all that despair. And yet, but it was is if you were drawing the lid on a box, the contents of the box were still there, but hidden and somewhat under control.
"Then there was a command, simple yet very effective, NO. At that we all stopped, looking around, it was hard to move. Then we heard another NO, this time it was impossible to move. But we were so occupied with the NO's echoing around in our heads we hardly noticed. And then, well, I'll never forget what happened next Mithrandir.
"There was light. Not an ordinary light, or torchlight or anything like that, but a, a.. Oh, I can't explain it, it was like a, a, HEALING light. The light came from the east. And it pierced us and examined us. There was face in that light, Mithrandir, a face that was beautiful, yet terrible, as if it was an angry lord coming for his payment. But he lord was a lady, but not even a lady, and mere girl. She examined every inch of us and cleansed all the evil from us. It was taken away, to where, I cannot say," Legolas shrugged his shoulder with helplessness. "But it was taken and I will never forget that moment when I felt all of the evil I had done, and wrongs covered up, exposed. They seemed so large, examined in the bright light coming from the face; the darkness seemed ten times worse in the light. But when they were taken away, I felt so clean. It was as if I had been covered in mud and had been washed and a pure white, clean garment had been given to me to put on. I felt as if I was anew."
Legolas sagged against the back of the chair, trying to explain feeling and reliving the moment seemed to drain him for a second. But he continued, "The light went away and we stayed still for a long time, and then we all got up. We didn't need to discuss it, we all left to search for the unknown light source. We thought that perhaps it was the girl. We all headed east into theforest; after putting out the fire and cleaning up." He quickly added and glanced at his father. Thranduil nodded, complacent, and Legolas continued.
"We came to a clearing, perhaps 30 miles away; dawn was just beginning to break. There was, well, how to explain it.." he wondered as he thought it over. Finally, "Let me show you, please help me," he looked at both of them. They nodded their heads and concentrated. Thranduil hooked up with Legolas's mind easier than Mithrandir did, but the father and son had practiced a lot. Yet Mithrandir still managed it with help from Legolas and Thranduil. Together the three relived Legolas's memory of that morning. The sun was peeping over the trees on the edge of the clearing and illuminated the scene. They all gasped at the sight.
Orc bodies were lying everywhere, some were bloody and others weren't; swords were already in the hands of elves in the band; the elvish blades had glowed blue before they had reached the clearing. "Split up, and count the bodies." Legolas automatically fell into the position of leader, and the others followed his orders. "Spread out and count the bodies," Legolas ordered. Legolas himself started to count, but as he started he noticed something. He bent down to examine he face of an orc; the face was unnaturally calm and peaceful. He wondered if it had anything to do with what he elves felt. The count came in and there were 40 with blood on them, 60 clean, well as clean as an orc can be. But it appeared that 38 had died from the blood wound and 62 had died from other reasons.
In the center of the clearing, Legolas found 3 bodies that weren't orcs. They were practically piled on top of one another. A human girl was on the bottom, she had some cuts and bruises but it looked like she would be fine. It looked like she was out from a knock on the head; she would wake up to a pounding headache and some twinges of pain, no more, no less.
On top of her was the elvish boy, young, practically a baby by elven years; most likely in his teens, early teens, not hundred or thousand teens. He wasn't even sure if the elvish boy would wake up from the looks of him, but there was a faint heartbeat, and Legolas was reassured. There were cuts, lacerations, and blood all over him. He was not a very pretty sight and Legolas immediately called for bandages as soon as he saw him. The elves wrapped him up in some of the blankets they had brought to sit on. That stemmed the flow of blood somewhat, and it helped some scabs start to form.
Near them, with her arms thrown over the boy and girl was another girl, but this one was elvish. She was lying face down, Legolas gently flipped her over and another gasp escaped his lips. This was the girl that he had seen! She was the face in the light! The other elves backed him up on this account.
Her face was so pale, at first he thought she was dead, but when he touched his fingers to her throat and felt a heartbeat; weak, and alarmingly faint, but there; he was relieved. Then Legolas and five other elves gathered up the three on quickly made stretchers and headed for the palace. They arrived there just after midday. The rest of the elves remained to make piles of the orc bodies to be burned.
Mtihrandir had seen the nine elves coming in, they had been surrounded by more elves that had joined as the group came up. Mithrandir frowned at a thought and asked Legolas, "Did you talk to the trees or search for tracks?" "Yes, but quickly since I wanted to make sure that these three arrived personally; and besides if anyone else took them they wouldn't be allowed into father, and they needed help quickly. The tracks told us that the three same form the northwest; they looked like they were following the orcs. Once they had aught up, they shed off the extra things, which we picked up," he pointed to the foot of each bed where there was their extra things. They then attacked the orcs; you know the rest. The trees were vague with detail as usual, but supported that story up. But I have a good friend heading up the search for more detailed information now."
"But Mithrandir," Thranduil asked the wizard, "can you help us? We know the human was knocked out and will come too soon; she started to wake up several times on the way back, but fell back into unconsciousness from what Legolas has said. The boy was obviously knocked out from lack of blood; he'll heal. But the elvish girl we don't know what's wrong with her. We can treat her body, but she has seemed to withdrawn into herself." His eyebrows furrowed. "There are no major cuts on her, sure some here and there, but most of the blood on her was orc blood. Her sword was thirsty today," he nodded his head at the pile of her bloody clothes sitting in a pile on the floor at the foot of her bed. The other's clothes were in the same place.
"Can you figure out what's wrong with her?" Legolas pleaded with Mtihrandir. The wizard stood up, and both the king and prince's eyes followed the Istari's movements. Mithrandir slowly walked over to the foot of the girl's bed and looked at her. She was fit and strong by the look of it. She was also an archer by the pad of skin on her finger, a callus from firing arrows constantly; and the lashes on her cheek and arm from a twanging bowstring. Her face was pale and the cuts on her stomach, legs, arms, and even a couple on her face stood out even more; but none were that bad, "What is wrong child?" Mithrandir tried to talk to her mind, but there was no response.
The healers discreetly left, their job done, they couldn't do any more for the unknown people. Legolas and Thranduil got up and watched the wizard anxiously. Mithrandir walked to the side of the bed and knelt next to her. He closed his eyes and took her left hand in his left and put his right hand on her forehead. He then concentrated, he focused on entering that withdrawn mind, and he wondered as he did, What am I getting into now?
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Well, are they going to be okay or not? Will they die and bring in others with their deaths? Or live? What is going to happen!? Well, read on! But review first!
~Kit ;)
Chapter 7: Legolas' Story
Note: I may have gotten some facts wrong, and if I did, and you notice, please tell me and I will try to change it asap. I have also forgotten to do the language thing in a couple places so I may go back and fix that, I don't know, but bear with me.
Thoughts are in Italics. Thoughts spoken to each other are "in italics". If they are speaking in elvish, *elvish*, if dwarvish, dwarvish, if they are speaking normally, "It will be normal."
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Meanwhile, in Mirkwood a man swung down from his horse. He looked to be in early 20's, but when he turned around you could tell he had been through a lot by the wrinkles in his face, and the bags under his eyes, and his dark brown hair that was turning grey. As he handed the reins to a stable hand he asked him, "What's going on? Why are all those elves moving in a clump along the street?" The man jerked his thumb behind him, pointing at a clump of elves moving quickly down a street. The boy started to talk excitedly, information bursting out of him. "Why, didn't you hear Mithrandir? A band of elves found 100 dead orcs in a clearing and they also found three bodies in the middle of all the carnage, 2 elves and one human, no one recognizes any of them. They're being taken to Thranduil now." Mtihrandir nodded his head in appreciation and walked towards the palace. He would find out more details there. (Mithrandir is Gandalf)
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Thranduil and Legolas sat on the chairs by the wall opposite the beds. They watched as the healers tend the cuts and bruises on the three people. Men healers worked on the boy and women healers tended the two girls. They were in a guest room that had three separate beds. On each one lay one of the three people found, al were stripped of their clothes, and being tended. They had placed clean underclothes on the girls and the boy. On the far left was the human girl; she had mid-upper arm length dark, brown hair and had a round, cherry face. She had a bump on her head and several cuts and bruises, but she would survive with little damage. The elvish boy occupied the middle bed. He was covered in lacerations and gashes, "He was scourged by an orc." Legolas told his father, "We found the whip," his face was grim and sober as he recalled that evil looking whip. On the far right was the elvish maiden. She also had some gashes like the boy, but certainly not as many. Her and the boy looked very alike. Their build, facial features, and hair color were all the same. Although he was more muscular, square, and had longer hair. And she was trim, but curvaceous, and she had short hair. They were like twins.
The three had right now been placed on top of the covers, no matter if blood soaked through, it could be cleaned up; they needed help. Just then, Mithrandir burst in, "What's going on? I disappear for 6 months and you think that you can have adventures without me! How will I stick my nose into other people's matters?" his eyes twinkled at Thranduil and his private joke. But his face grew sober quickly, "Really Thranduil, what happened? Tell me everything." Thranduil gestured for him to sit in a chair next to him, and Mithrandir sank into a chair, he was dirty and tired form the ride, but still listened attentively to Thranduil.
"Our people like to celebrate the full moon; one such group was celebrating when something happened. Legolas was with them," he nodded his head at Legolas. Legolas took the cue and continued while Mithrandir leaned forward to look at Legolas around his father. "Yes, I was there. Some were dancing and everyone else was sitting with him on the other side of the fire talking. But then we heard things in our minds. Now none of us can mind-talk. A couple of us are close to it, but don't quite have it yet. We heard, well, FELT feelings, there was just a couple of wisps at first; they seemed like someone's strong feelings nearby. They were broadcasting loudly and strongly since we felt wisps. There was debating, anger, trepidation, and despair. It was so strong, Mithrandir." Legolas looked at Mithrandir, troubled confusion in his eyes.
"It was the one of the strongest mind-speeches I have ever felt. It was almost as strong as Elrond and Galadriel! Then there was anger, and bloodlust, all of us had stopped by now and were struggling to control the feelings that were pounding over us. It felt as if we were in a tide pool and an undertow was pulling us down, and no matter how many times we resurfaced. We got pulled down further and further each time, our blood started to boil with blood lust. And then, just as we were losing strength; suddenly, it all stopped! There were all the feelings of one who hears the footsteps of doom come upon them, upon us. But there was a single strand of courage amidst all that desolation, the strand grew and grew till it was a blanket covering all that despair. And yet, but it was is if you were drawing the lid on a box, the contents of the box were still there, but hidden and somewhat under control.
"Then there was a command, simple yet very effective, NO. At that we all stopped, looking around, it was hard to move. Then we heard another NO, this time it was impossible to move. But we were so occupied with the NO's echoing around in our heads we hardly noticed. And then, well, I'll never forget what happened next Mithrandir.
"There was light. Not an ordinary light, or torchlight or anything like that, but a, a.. Oh, I can't explain it, it was like a, a, HEALING light. The light came from the east. And it pierced us and examined us. There was face in that light, Mithrandir, a face that was beautiful, yet terrible, as if it was an angry lord coming for his payment. But he lord was a lady, but not even a lady, and mere girl. She examined every inch of us and cleansed all the evil from us. It was taken away, to where, I cannot say," Legolas shrugged his shoulder with helplessness. "But it was taken and I will never forget that moment when I felt all of the evil I had done, and wrongs covered up, exposed. They seemed so large, examined in the bright light coming from the face; the darkness seemed ten times worse in the light. But when they were taken away, I felt so clean. It was as if I had been covered in mud and had been washed and a pure white, clean garment had been given to me to put on. I felt as if I was anew."
Legolas sagged against the back of the chair, trying to explain feeling and reliving the moment seemed to drain him for a second. But he continued, "The light went away and we stayed still for a long time, and then we all got up. We didn't need to discuss it, we all left to search for the unknown light source. We thought that perhaps it was the girl. We all headed east into theforest; after putting out the fire and cleaning up." He quickly added and glanced at his father. Thranduil nodded, complacent, and Legolas continued.
"We came to a clearing, perhaps 30 miles away; dawn was just beginning to break. There was, well, how to explain it.." he wondered as he thought it over. Finally, "Let me show you, please help me," he looked at both of them. They nodded their heads and concentrated. Thranduil hooked up with Legolas's mind easier than Mithrandir did, but the father and son had practiced a lot. Yet Mithrandir still managed it with help from Legolas and Thranduil. Together the three relived Legolas's memory of that morning. The sun was peeping over the trees on the edge of the clearing and illuminated the scene. They all gasped at the sight.
Orc bodies were lying everywhere, some were bloody and others weren't; swords were already in the hands of elves in the band; the elvish blades had glowed blue before they had reached the clearing. "Split up, and count the bodies." Legolas automatically fell into the position of leader, and the others followed his orders. "Spread out and count the bodies," Legolas ordered. Legolas himself started to count, but as he started he noticed something. He bent down to examine he face of an orc; the face was unnaturally calm and peaceful. He wondered if it had anything to do with what he elves felt. The count came in and there were 40 with blood on them, 60 clean, well as clean as an orc can be. But it appeared that 38 had died from the blood wound and 62 had died from other reasons.
In the center of the clearing, Legolas found 3 bodies that weren't orcs. They were practically piled on top of one another. A human girl was on the bottom, she had some cuts and bruises but it looked like she would be fine. It looked like she was out from a knock on the head; she would wake up to a pounding headache and some twinges of pain, no more, no less.
On top of her was the elvish boy, young, practically a baby by elven years; most likely in his teens, early teens, not hundred or thousand teens. He wasn't even sure if the elvish boy would wake up from the looks of him, but there was a faint heartbeat, and Legolas was reassured. There were cuts, lacerations, and blood all over him. He was not a very pretty sight and Legolas immediately called for bandages as soon as he saw him. The elves wrapped him up in some of the blankets they had brought to sit on. That stemmed the flow of blood somewhat, and it helped some scabs start to form.
Near them, with her arms thrown over the boy and girl was another girl, but this one was elvish. She was lying face down, Legolas gently flipped her over and another gasp escaped his lips. This was the girl that he had seen! She was the face in the light! The other elves backed him up on this account.
Her face was so pale, at first he thought she was dead, but when he touched his fingers to her throat and felt a heartbeat; weak, and alarmingly faint, but there; he was relieved. Then Legolas and five other elves gathered up the three on quickly made stretchers and headed for the palace. They arrived there just after midday. The rest of the elves remained to make piles of the orc bodies to be burned.
Mtihrandir had seen the nine elves coming in, they had been surrounded by more elves that had joined as the group came up. Mithrandir frowned at a thought and asked Legolas, "Did you talk to the trees or search for tracks?" "Yes, but quickly since I wanted to make sure that these three arrived personally; and besides if anyone else took them they wouldn't be allowed into father, and they needed help quickly. The tracks told us that the three same form the northwest; they looked like they were following the orcs. Once they had aught up, they shed off the extra things, which we picked up," he pointed to the foot of each bed where there was their extra things. They then attacked the orcs; you know the rest. The trees were vague with detail as usual, but supported that story up. But I have a good friend heading up the search for more detailed information now."
"But Mithrandir," Thranduil asked the wizard, "can you help us? We know the human was knocked out and will come too soon; she started to wake up several times on the way back, but fell back into unconsciousness from what Legolas has said. The boy was obviously knocked out from lack of blood; he'll heal. But the elvish girl we don't know what's wrong with her. We can treat her body, but she has seemed to withdrawn into herself." His eyebrows furrowed. "There are no major cuts on her, sure some here and there, but most of the blood on her was orc blood. Her sword was thirsty today," he nodded his head at the pile of her bloody clothes sitting in a pile on the floor at the foot of her bed. The other's clothes were in the same place.
"Can you figure out what's wrong with her?" Legolas pleaded with Mtihrandir. The wizard stood up, and both the king and prince's eyes followed the Istari's movements. Mithrandir slowly walked over to the foot of the girl's bed and looked at her. She was fit and strong by the look of it. She was also an archer by the pad of skin on her finger, a callus from firing arrows constantly; and the lashes on her cheek and arm from a twanging bowstring. Her face was pale and the cuts on her stomach, legs, arms, and even a couple on her face stood out even more; but none were that bad, "What is wrong child?" Mithrandir tried to talk to her mind, but there was no response.
The healers discreetly left, their job done, they couldn't do any more for the unknown people. Legolas and Thranduil got up and watched the wizard anxiously. Mithrandir walked to the side of the bed and knelt next to her. He closed his eyes and took her left hand in his left and put his right hand on her forehead. He then concentrated, he focused on entering that withdrawn mind, and he wondered as he did, What am I getting into now?
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Well, are they going to be okay or not? Will they die and bring in others with their deaths? Or live? What is going to happen!? Well, read on! But review first!
~Kit ;)