Hi! I thought I'd try my hand at a LOTR fic. This story is basically a view
on the war against the ring but from a new characters view. Meet Litavia
Fangorn, a young woman raised by Treebeard in the Fangorn Forest. Please
review and let me know what you think!!! I don't own LOTR okay, don't be
thinking so silly!
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The secret Elves
Gandalf walked through the forest with Treebeard.
"And you think it is possible? Litavia? I hope you are right," Treebeard said.
"As do I, I really hate it when I'm wrong," Gandalf replied.
"It would clear several things up wouldn't it?" Treebeard said ducking under a tree branch. Gandalf nodded.
"Treebeard, can you take me to the ruined cart, it may help me investigate," Gandalf said stopping.
"The ruined cart, yes. It is still in the darkest part of the forest, somewhere I have made sure Litavia will never travel in her adventures," Treebeard said. He picked up Gandalf and sat him in his upper branches, then headed for the darkest part of the forest.
There lying in the small opening, where the light penetrated the branches, was a ruined cart. Small skeletons still lay around the broken carriage. There was torn cloth and trunks lying all around. Gandalf moved towards the nearest and opened it. Inside were layer upon layer of fine Elvan material, but not ordinary material, there was only one colony of Elves that made such material, and they were believed dead, killed off by Sauron.
Litavia was reading about the revolt of a colony of Elves against the evil Sauron of Mordor.
'Sauron had attacked the nearby colonies of dwarves and elves, pressuring them to work for him. They refused and so an army of Orcs were sent to capture them. But many fought to save the queen and new born child. They made their escape from the village but were never found.
Many elves from different colonies awaited their arrival but they never arrived. Many believed they perished on the mountain Perikoson. Others say Sauron caught up to them, but no one knows what happened to the chosen one, the Princess who had yet to be named, she was to take her place as the saviour and leader of an uprising against Sauron and his Ring of Power.'
Litavia thought hard. What could have happened to the baby princess, she wanted to know more, but knew she had to know the story of the war before she could do anything else, other wise she might get her stories muddled when Gandalf questioned her. She shut her book, then went to get herself something to eat, the foal following her.
A few weeks past and still Gandalf hadn't returned. Litavia worried a little but her mind was soon preoccupied when an unexpected foreigner appeared in the forest.
Litavia was studying in the trees on the edge of the forest, where the most light penetrated the forest canopy. Litavia was re-reading the details of the different races when she heard someone walking into the forest. They were the softest foot steps she'd ever heard. She looked down, and shut her book carefully. She moved silently down the tree until she was on the lowest level of branches, but still hidden. She saw a man with Silver blonde hair and a bow slung over his shoulder. He was limping as he sat on a root below Litavia's tree. She looked closely, her bright eyes watching as he pulled the leg of his pants up to show an infected wound. It looked to Litavia like Goblin poison, the man unslung his bow and took off his swords from their holster, then set about making a fire from broken branches.
Litavia then realised when she looked at his swords, he was an elf. She also realised what he was going to do with the wound. She climbed down cautiously and quietly, careful not to take any branches down. The elf was pulling out several barbs from the wound. Litavia quietly picked up his bow, before climbing up into the safety of the tree. Just as he was about to heat a stick to burn the poison with Litavia called out.
"Don't burn that poison," she said in Elvish. The elf jumped and turned around to grab his bow, only to find it missing. "Looking for this?" she said holding it below the tree line. She was being very careful to keep her face hidden; her different hair colours might frighten the elf.
"My bow. How did you...?"
"Don't burn that poison, it's rare and could kill you if you're not careful. The local Goblins have found a way to increase a poison's potency by heating it," she explained. "Will you let me treat it without harming me?" she asked.
"How do I know you do not wish to harm me?" he asked.
"I don't know you," she replied in English. He nodded hesitantly. Litavia pulled the bow back up and slung it over her shoulder before climbing down. The elf's eyes widened when she stepped into the light, her silver ends shining.
"You're an elf," he said in surprise.
"Me? No I am not, give me your leg," she said kneeling down in front of him. She took out one of her satchels containing healing ingredients. She rubbed it on the wound to get rid of the poison and then held her hand to her mouth. A clear bead appeared and she wiped it on the wound, instantly healing it. She stood up and handed him his bow.
"Who is it that helps the King Thranduil of the Silvan elves?" he asked looking at his leg in wonder.
"King of the Silvan elves?" she asked in sudden awe.
"Yes, why do you say that in such a tone as if you have not heard of me before?" he asked moving closer to her. Suddenly, her confidence wavered and she ran to the tree. "Wait!" he said as she started to climb it. "What are you doing alone in the forest?" She didn't answer but disappeared into the tree canopy.
The young Prince stood at the gate, his father was due back today. He was sitting on a small boulder by the gate and out of sight, trying to escape his siblings. He watched as he heard hooves approach. He poked his head around the corner, expecting to see Stomal but instead he saw Gandalf the Grey.
"Young Legolas, what are you doing hiding behind the gate wall?" Gandalf said as Legolas stood up from the boulder.
"I'm waiting for my father; you haven't seen him in your travels have you?" Legolas replied.
"No. A real shame too. I have many things to ask," Gandalf said as Legolas led the horse up the track.
"Might I be able to help you Gandalf?" Legolas asked in interest.
"No, this has only to do with the warriors whom helped against Sauron," Gandalf said gravely.
"But father has told me many things about it, and I have studied it all," Legolas persisted stopping and looking up at Gandalf.
"No, this is far beyond your knowledge," Gandalf replied sternly.
"And what have I told you before about speaking with your elders Legolas?" a stern voice said from behind them. They turned around as Thranduil walked up the path.
"Sorry father, I just thought I might have been of some help," he said.
"Yes, you are very helpful, but this is far beyond your knowledge, but come my son. I'm sure you can learn from what we must talk about," he said looking at Gandalf, who hesitated but nodded. Thranduil led them up the path to their house, where he was greeted by servants who hurried away to prepare a meal for them.
"Now Gandalf, what is it you wish to ask?" Thranduil said when the servants had gone. Gandalf sat down opposite him while Legolas sat beside him, across from Gandalf.
"The chosen princess of the Sheann Elves, what do you remember of the legend?" Gandalf asked. Thranduil's eyes darkened slightly.
"The Sheann elves? There are no such elves," Legolas said, looking at his father.
"Ah, little do you know Legolas, there was such a race as the Sheann elves, but they were wiped out, during the wars against Sauron." Legolas's eyes widened and Gandalf nodded.
"What happened to them?" Legolas asked.
"It was maybe a couple of years after you were born, but you would not have heard, you were too young and understood only Elvish. Sauron had been defeated but we were still fighting the armies of Sauron. The Orcs had taken the secret city of Shoran, hidden just outside Mordor and had chased the remaining elves, dwarves and men and women from the city. But then they found out that the Queen of the Sheann elves had fled with a convoy of faithful allies who had sworn to protect her and her newborn baby, she was born the exact same time as you. They searched the countryside for the Queen and the chosen princess. They had heard through ramblings of elves that had been tortured that this baby would be the one to bring a balance of power to Middle Earth. She was born a combination, of men, elves and dwarves, although her mother had never married and was still said to be a virgin. She had been given the baby as a gift and was to raise her as the one to bring down the evils of the world, she would be even more powerful than Galadriel and Sauron put together," Thranduil stopped and breathed heavily.
"Yes and what happened to her?" Legolas asked, beside himself with suspense.
"She was lost, along with her mother and the convoy of men, elves and dwarves. Many different colonies of elves waited for their arrival for some weeks, hoping they had survived, but they never came," Thranduil explained to the prince.
"Oh, so you think the Orcs were able to get her?" Legolas asked.
"It was thought to be more than likely," Gandalf replied. "But that is why I am here. What was the Queen to teach the young princess to help bring a balance of power?"
"I cannot remember, but I think I have a scroll somewhere that was written by the Queen. I found it when we went to rid the city of Orcs," he said standing up.
They followed him into the library, then into his private section. He reached into the bottom of a draw and pulled out a large segment of the draw. Inside were an old scroll and two silk bags. He took out the scroll and laid it across a table. Gandalf looked at it closely, it was written in the special Sheann Elvish, of which Gandalf had no experience.
"Can you read this Thranduil?" Gandalf asked.
"Of course," Thranduil said leaning over it.
"My daughter, the princess chosen to bring a balance of power to Middle Earth, will be taught by the finest. She will learn to speak the languages of Middle Earth, as well as the potions that could save the lives of many others. I will teach her the ways of the royal court and to use the traits past on to her through me. She will be taught the highly difficult double swords technique of which she is to be naturally skilled at and taught to live with the land and not against it. Then I shall have her taught to control her will against the One Ring, although my dreams tell me she will already be strong and resenting towards its power. Then she shall be taught to control her own unique powers. This shall be the hardest but most important of all, the dragon's power must be controlled if her destiny is to be a success. Her powerful double swords and Dragoon long bow is to be taken from the caves of the Dragoon master himself in this struggle for Power"
"She had the power of the Dragoon master on her side apparently," Thranduil said. "The Queen went herself to plead with the Dragoon master; it was surprising to the Queen that he agreed quite readily."
"But this Dragoon long bow and her double swords, whatever happened to them?" Gandalf asked. Thranduil reached into the draw and took out the long silk bag. He placed it on the table.
"I believe they are inside these bags, but I cannot open it," Thranduil said.
"Why not?" Gandalf asked. He reached forward and went to undo the tie holding it closed, but withdrew as soon as he had touched it.
"What's wrong?" Legolas asked.
"It gives a sharp pain through the wrist if we try to touch it," Thranduil explained. "I have not been able to figure out why." Legolas looked at the bag, for some reason he wanted to open it. Whatever lay inside wanted him to open it and let it find its owner, the Chosen Princess. It could feel her presence, she was still alive, but where? Maybe if he opened the bag, they would lead them to her. He reached across to untie the bag.
"Legolas!" Thranduil exclaimed reaching out for his arm, but Gandalf stopped him. Legolas eyes had glazed over and he seemed to be moving as if being told to by another power. They watched as the ties undid themselves with barely a touch by Legolas. He reached inside and pulled out a Long Bow. It had a dragon design down the fine wood. He shook his head as his mind went back into focus.
"Dragoon's Long bow," Thranduil murmured as Legolas inspected it.
"Then that must mean." Gandalf watched as Legolas reached inside the other bag and pulled out two swords, identical to one another. There was a dragon design along the handle to the hilt. Gandalf took one out its sheath. He held it in both hands; it was extremely light and easy to swing. Thranduil took the other out and moved to the fire.
"If these are the real Double Swords then this shall work," he said. He laid the blade in the fire.
"Father!" Legolas shouted moving forward to take the sword away from him.
"It's alright Legolas, look," he said taking it back out. He showed it to Legolas and Gandalf. An inscription had appeared, it was written in the same Elvish that had appeared on the Ring of Sauron when it was heated or extremely close to him. But it had a different inscription on it.
"The power of the chosen one, to bring back the Balance of Power"
"It really is the Double swords of the Chosen one," Thranduil said in wonder. Gandalf was thinking hard.
"Thranduil, would I be able to take these with me, I'm investigating what happened to the Chosen Princess," Gandalf said. Thranduil looked at him and nodded slowly.
"Where have you been in your travels father?" Legolas said as they walked out into the sunshine.
"An amazing find, I was returning from the mountains where I had been attacked by goblins, I found my way into the Fangorn forest I believe." Gandalf looked up. "I was about to burn away the poison from the arrow I'd so kindly received from a goblin when a young woman called out to me not to burn the poison. She asked if she could do it to ensure I should rid it safely. I allowed her too, and I saw her. A very interesting looking woman I'd say, not much older than you Legolas. She spoke Elvish, but she had brown hair with blonde tips, and she was very quick to be up in the tree when I told her I was King of the Silvan elves." Gandalf let go of the breath he hadn't realised he had been holding. Had the Thranduil figured out about Litavia, they could have both been in a bit of trouble.
"Who was she?" Legolas asked in interest.
"I'm sure she was just a wild child," Gandalf said.
"She was a very strange girl, but very fair. I'm not even sure if she was real," Thranduil said. Legolas was thinking hard. He wanted to see this girl for himself, she sounded like a legend that he just wanted to see if she existed.
"What forest did you say she was in?" Legolas asked.
"The Fangorn forest, but don't you go planning any trips young man, you have enough to do than to go looking for some girl that I'm not even sure exists," Thranduil said sternly. Gandalf nodded in agreement.
"I must take leave now, I have other elves to visit," Gandalf said standing up.
"I must ask Gandalf, why do you wish to investigate this catastrophe?" Thranduil asked.
"I feel that a disturbance may be rising once again," Gandalf replied climbing onto his horse. "The fall of evil could lie in the secret of the Sheann Elf Princess."
"Very well," Thranduil said bowing. "Ride swiftly and safely Gandalf the grey." Legolas bowed too and then Gandalf rode away. He headed for the tower of Isengard.
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Let me know what you think, I worked pretty hard on this okay, I'll try and keep updating it, but I need you're feedback! R/R please!
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The secret Elves
Gandalf walked through the forest with Treebeard.
"And you think it is possible? Litavia? I hope you are right," Treebeard said.
"As do I, I really hate it when I'm wrong," Gandalf replied.
"It would clear several things up wouldn't it?" Treebeard said ducking under a tree branch. Gandalf nodded.
"Treebeard, can you take me to the ruined cart, it may help me investigate," Gandalf said stopping.
"The ruined cart, yes. It is still in the darkest part of the forest, somewhere I have made sure Litavia will never travel in her adventures," Treebeard said. He picked up Gandalf and sat him in his upper branches, then headed for the darkest part of the forest.
There lying in the small opening, where the light penetrated the branches, was a ruined cart. Small skeletons still lay around the broken carriage. There was torn cloth and trunks lying all around. Gandalf moved towards the nearest and opened it. Inside were layer upon layer of fine Elvan material, but not ordinary material, there was only one colony of Elves that made such material, and they were believed dead, killed off by Sauron.
Litavia was reading about the revolt of a colony of Elves against the evil Sauron of Mordor.
'Sauron had attacked the nearby colonies of dwarves and elves, pressuring them to work for him. They refused and so an army of Orcs were sent to capture them. But many fought to save the queen and new born child. They made their escape from the village but were never found.
Many elves from different colonies awaited their arrival but they never arrived. Many believed they perished on the mountain Perikoson. Others say Sauron caught up to them, but no one knows what happened to the chosen one, the Princess who had yet to be named, she was to take her place as the saviour and leader of an uprising against Sauron and his Ring of Power.'
Litavia thought hard. What could have happened to the baby princess, she wanted to know more, but knew she had to know the story of the war before she could do anything else, other wise she might get her stories muddled when Gandalf questioned her. She shut her book, then went to get herself something to eat, the foal following her.
A few weeks past and still Gandalf hadn't returned. Litavia worried a little but her mind was soon preoccupied when an unexpected foreigner appeared in the forest.
Litavia was studying in the trees on the edge of the forest, where the most light penetrated the forest canopy. Litavia was re-reading the details of the different races when she heard someone walking into the forest. They were the softest foot steps she'd ever heard. She looked down, and shut her book carefully. She moved silently down the tree until she was on the lowest level of branches, but still hidden. She saw a man with Silver blonde hair and a bow slung over his shoulder. He was limping as he sat on a root below Litavia's tree. She looked closely, her bright eyes watching as he pulled the leg of his pants up to show an infected wound. It looked to Litavia like Goblin poison, the man unslung his bow and took off his swords from their holster, then set about making a fire from broken branches.
Litavia then realised when she looked at his swords, he was an elf. She also realised what he was going to do with the wound. She climbed down cautiously and quietly, careful not to take any branches down. The elf was pulling out several barbs from the wound. Litavia quietly picked up his bow, before climbing up into the safety of the tree. Just as he was about to heat a stick to burn the poison with Litavia called out.
"Don't burn that poison," she said in Elvish. The elf jumped and turned around to grab his bow, only to find it missing. "Looking for this?" she said holding it below the tree line. She was being very careful to keep her face hidden; her different hair colours might frighten the elf.
"My bow. How did you...?"
"Don't burn that poison, it's rare and could kill you if you're not careful. The local Goblins have found a way to increase a poison's potency by heating it," she explained. "Will you let me treat it without harming me?" she asked.
"How do I know you do not wish to harm me?" he asked.
"I don't know you," she replied in English. He nodded hesitantly. Litavia pulled the bow back up and slung it over her shoulder before climbing down. The elf's eyes widened when she stepped into the light, her silver ends shining.
"You're an elf," he said in surprise.
"Me? No I am not, give me your leg," she said kneeling down in front of him. She took out one of her satchels containing healing ingredients. She rubbed it on the wound to get rid of the poison and then held her hand to her mouth. A clear bead appeared and she wiped it on the wound, instantly healing it. She stood up and handed him his bow.
"Who is it that helps the King Thranduil of the Silvan elves?" he asked looking at his leg in wonder.
"King of the Silvan elves?" she asked in sudden awe.
"Yes, why do you say that in such a tone as if you have not heard of me before?" he asked moving closer to her. Suddenly, her confidence wavered and she ran to the tree. "Wait!" he said as she started to climb it. "What are you doing alone in the forest?" She didn't answer but disappeared into the tree canopy.
The young Prince stood at the gate, his father was due back today. He was sitting on a small boulder by the gate and out of sight, trying to escape his siblings. He watched as he heard hooves approach. He poked his head around the corner, expecting to see Stomal but instead he saw Gandalf the Grey.
"Young Legolas, what are you doing hiding behind the gate wall?" Gandalf said as Legolas stood up from the boulder.
"I'm waiting for my father; you haven't seen him in your travels have you?" Legolas replied.
"No. A real shame too. I have many things to ask," Gandalf said as Legolas led the horse up the track.
"Might I be able to help you Gandalf?" Legolas asked in interest.
"No, this has only to do with the warriors whom helped against Sauron," Gandalf said gravely.
"But father has told me many things about it, and I have studied it all," Legolas persisted stopping and looking up at Gandalf.
"No, this is far beyond your knowledge," Gandalf replied sternly.
"And what have I told you before about speaking with your elders Legolas?" a stern voice said from behind them. They turned around as Thranduil walked up the path.
"Sorry father, I just thought I might have been of some help," he said.
"Yes, you are very helpful, but this is far beyond your knowledge, but come my son. I'm sure you can learn from what we must talk about," he said looking at Gandalf, who hesitated but nodded. Thranduil led them up the path to their house, where he was greeted by servants who hurried away to prepare a meal for them.
"Now Gandalf, what is it you wish to ask?" Thranduil said when the servants had gone. Gandalf sat down opposite him while Legolas sat beside him, across from Gandalf.
"The chosen princess of the Sheann Elves, what do you remember of the legend?" Gandalf asked. Thranduil's eyes darkened slightly.
"The Sheann elves? There are no such elves," Legolas said, looking at his father.
"Ah, little do you know Legolas, there was such a race as the Sheann elves, but they were wiped out, during the wars against Sauron." Legolas's eyes widened and Gandalf nodded.
"What happened to them?" Legolas asked.
"It was maybe a couple of years after you were born, but you would not have heard, you were too young and understood only Elvish. Sauron had been defeated but we were still fighting the armies of Sauron. The Orcs had taken the secret city of Shoran, hidden just outside Mordor and had chased the remaining elves, dwarves and men and women from the city. But then they found out that the Queen of the Sheann elves had fled with a convoy of faithful allies who had sworn to protect her and her newborn baby, she was born the exact same time as you. They searched the countryside for the Queen and the chosen princess. They had heard through ramblings of elves that had been tortured that this baby would be the one to bring a balance of power to Middle Earth. She was born a combination, of men, elves and dwarves, although her mother had never married and was still said to be a virgin. She had been given the baby as a gift and was to raise her as the one to bring down the evils of the world, she would be even more powerful than Galadriel and Sauron put together," Thranduil stopped and breathed heavily.
"Yes and what happened to her?" Legolas asked, beside himself with suspense.
"She was lost, along with her mother and the convoy of men, elves and dwarves. Many different colonies of elves waited for their arrival for some weeks, hoping they had survived, but they never came," Thranduil explained to the prince.
"Oh, so you think the Orcs were able to get her?" Legolas asked.
"It was thought to be more than likely," Gandalf replied. "But that is why I am here. What was the Queen to teach the young princess to help bring a balance of power?"
"I cannot remember, but I think I have a scroll somewhere that was written by the Queen. I found it when we went to rid the city of Orcs," he said standing up.
They followed him into the library, then into his private section. He reached into the bottom of a draw and pulled out a large segment of the draw. Inside were an old scroll and two silk bags. He took out the scroll and laid it across a table. Gandalf looked at it closely, it was written in the special Sheann Elvish, of which Gandalf had no experience.
"Can you read this Thranduil?" Gandalf asked.
"Of course," Thranduil said leaning over it.
"My daughter, the princess chosen to bring a balance of power to Middle Earth, will be taught by the finest. She will learn to speak the languages of Middle Earth, as well as the potions that could save the lives of many others. I will teach her the ways of the royal court and to use the traits past on to her through me. She will be taught the highly difficult double swords technique of which she is to be naturally skilled at and taught to live with the land and not against it. Then I shall have her taught to control her will against the One Ring, although my dreams tell me she will already be strong and resenting towards its power. Then she shall be taught to control her own unique powers. This shall be the hardest but most important of all, the dragon's power must be controlled if her destiny is to be a success. Her powerful double swords and Dragoon long bow is to be taken from the caves of the Dragoon master himself in this struggle for Power"
"She had the power of the Dragoon master on her side apparently," Thranduil said. "The Queen went herself to plead with the Dragoon master; it was surprising to the Queen that he agreed quite readily."
"But this Dragoon long bow and her double swords, whatever happened to them?" Gandalf asked. Thranduil reached into the draw and took out the long silk bag. He placed it on the table.
"I believe they are inside these bags, but I cannot open it," Thranduil said.
"Why not?" Gandalf asked. He reached forward and went to undo the tie holding it closed, but withdrew as soon as he had touched it.
"What's wrong?" Legolas asked.
"It gives a sharp pain through the wrist if we try to touch it," Thranduil explained. "I have not been able to figure out why." Legolas looked at the bag, for some reason he wanted to open it. Whatever lay inside wanted him to open it and let it find its owner, the Chosen Princess. It could feel her presence, she was still alive, but where? Maybe if he opened the bag, they would lead them to her. He reached across to untie the bag.
"Legolas!" Thranduil exclaimed reaching out for his arm, but Gandalf stopped him. Legolas eyes had glazed over and he seemed to be moving as if being told to by another power. They watched as the ties undid themselves with barely a touch by Legolas. He reached inside and pulled out a Long Bow. It had a dragon design down the fine wood. He shook his head as his mind went back into focus.
"Dragoon's Long bow," Thranduil murmured as Legolas inspected it.
"Then that must mean." Gandalf watched as Legolas reached inside the other bag and pulled out two swords, identical to one another. There was a dragon design along the handle to the hilt. Gandalf took one out its sheath. He held it in both hands; it was extremely light and easy to swing. Thranduil took the other out and moved to the fire.
"If these are the real Double Swords then this shall work," he said. He laid the blade in the fire.
"Father!" Legolas shouted moving forward to take the sword away from him.
"It's alright Legolas, look," he said taking it back out. He showed it to Legolas and Gandalf. An inscription had appeared, it was written in the same Elvish that had appeared on the Ring of Sauron when it was heated or extremely close to him. But it had a different inscription on it.
"The power of the chosen one, to bring back the Balance of Power"
"It really is the Double swords of the Chosen one," Thranduil said in wonder. Gandalf was thinking hard.
"Thranduil, would I be able to take these with me, I'm investigating what happened to the Chosen Princess," Gandalf said. Thranduil looked at him and nodded slowly.
"Where have you been in your travels father?" Legolas said as they walked out into the sunshine.
"An amazing find, I was returning from the mountains where I had been attacked by goblins, I found my way into the Fangorn forest I believe." Gandalf looked up. "I was about to burn away the poison from the arrow I'd so kindly received from a goblin when a young woman called out to me not to burn the poison. She asked if she could do it to ensure I should rid it safely. I allowed her too, and I saw her. A very interesting looking woman I'd say, not much older than you Legolas. She spoke Elvish, but she had brown hair with blonde tips, and she was very quick to be up in the tree when I told her I was King of the Silvan elves." Gandalf let go of the breath he hadn't realised he had been holding. Had the Thranduil figured out about Litavia, they could have both been in a bit of trouble.
"Who was she?" Legolas asked in interest.
"I'm sure she was just a wild child," Gandalf said.
"She was a very strange girl, but very fair. I'm not even sure if she was real," Thranduil said. Legolas was thinking hard. He wanted to see this girl for himself, she sounded like a legend that he just wanted to see if she existed.
"What forest did you say she was in?" Legolas asked.
"The Fangorn forest, but don't you go planning any trips young man, you have enough to do than to go looking for some girl that I'm not even sure exists," Thranduil said sternly. Gandalf nodded in agreement.
"I must take leave now, I have other elves to visit," Gandalf said standing up.
"I must ask Gandalf, why do you wish to investigate this catastrophe?" Thranduil asked.
"I feel that a disturbance may be rising once again," Gandalf replied climbing onto his horse. "The fall of evil could lie in the secret of the Sheann Elf Princess."
"Very well," Thranduil said bowing. "Ride swiftly and safely Gandalf the grey." Legolas bowed too and then Gandalf rode away. He headed for the tower of Isengard.
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Let me know what you think, I worked pretty hard on this okay, I'll try and keep updating it, but I need you're feedback! R/R please!