"We cannot strike, not yet."
"Why not? Why delay our attack on him? He can only grow in his strength!" Elrond was furious at Curunír and he did not bother to hide the rise in his voice and temper.
"We can be sure of nothing-." The white began.
It had been many years since the first news of the Dark Lord's inhabitance of a corner of the Greenwood was heard by the wise. Curunír had avoided holding council with the wise for quite some time, though they knew not why. Eventually, Galadriel and Celebrian, tired of waiting both for his action and news of another capture had written to him, a cold fury in their quills and Curunír had responded, saying that he would meet with them.
"We can be certain that he is massing his creatures," interjected King Thranduil, "many of my warriors have seen them going to Dol Guldur."
"It is folly to wait for his orcs to gather such strength." Galadriel said.
Curunír looked severely stressed by the growing impatience of those gathered but it did not show as he remained adamant in his decision. "We will not move yet. Give it time, let us attempt to see what his plans are."
"Not with his presence so close to the Greenwood, Lorien and Imladris. There has been attacks already even when he did not inhabit Dol Guldur, how many more will fall before we move?" Celebrian was at her husbands side, her anger carefully kept low save for the fire in her eyes.
"Celebrian is right, we will no more risk the life of one archer than the life of ten thousand by waiting any longer-." Curunír grew angry towards Elrond now.
"We must wait! What will happen when those we send to battle him fall under his hand? Need I remind you of Gil-galad's foolishness in being ill- prepared?" This nearly set every elf seated in the council off. He had not known the King and had no idea of his acts of heroism.
Elrond's eyes blazed and his breathing became uneven. "Never speak of the High King with such ignorance lest-lest…" Elrond, in his anger, had worked himself up so much that a fever found itself welcome in the heat of his rage. Everyone gathered looked at him with worry as his breathing became heavier. Thranduil, Galadriel and Celebrian all quickly rose and went to his aid when he slumped to the ground. Celebrian cast a weary glance over her shoulder at Curunír as she helped Thranduil and her mother remove him to their quarters. The white merely stood there, looking calm as ever, his eyes placid.
"It should have been Mithrandir." Elrond said, though weak, with a surprising amount of strength and an undertone of malice.
"I know, he is wise but do not forget that it was he who would not allow himself to take Curunír's place." Elrond made a soft sound in reply. He was seated upright in his bed, his cheeks flushed and his mind overflowing in thought. Galadriel was seated off to the side, her mind also preoccupied.
At the insistence of Mithrandir, Lothlorien, Imladris and the Greenwood held off any attack on Dol Guldur for a long while. But the armories of the three elven territories were always fully stocked and their warriors, always sharp in their training. The Greenwood took the brunt of the Dark Lord's pressure and it's borders had to be constantly monitored. But a time came when the thought of keeping the armories in good shape was pushed from the Lords and Ladies of the fair elven realms mind's for a second.
"Celebrian? Might I speak with you a moment?" Elrond roused his wife from her discussion with her sons.
"Of course love." Elrond's face was grave and It seemed as though a few more lines of age appeared upon his face. He stood in the hallway opposite the door from which Celebrian came, holding a letter and examining it with great care. Celebrian grew worried as she saw a spark of severe pain and sadness flicker in her husband's eyes.
"What is it Elrond?" Elrond looked up a moment, though not at her, then returned to gazing at the letter. Celebrian noticed the seal of the King of the Greenwood and her wonder grew.
"My Lord Elrond," he began to read aloud, his voice hushed, "I write this now pleading for your assistance upon my knees. Sauron moved swiftly to claim more of our fair wood. We held him off tirelessly and eventually succeeded in driving him back to the shadow of our wood that he has created but…." Elrond stopped and clenched his jaw a moment ere he continued. "But he entered the northern part of our woods before we were able to stop him. The Lady Caliberyn was slain in the battle." Celebrian brought a hand to her mouth as Elrond once more clenched his jaw. "I once more beg for your help, many have been slain and should Sauron plan another attack, I doubt we could put forth great enough resistance to stay him. King Thranduil of Mirkwood." Elrond finished barely above a whisper.
Celebrian, hardened slightly by the past years, did not cry but she was shaken and it was visible.
Caliberyn-There was never much of a history for the elves of Mirkwood and so their was never any mention of who ruled by Thranduil's side but seeing as he had a son, he must have had a wife. We know nothing about her so I was forced to give her a name. This(most likely very weakly) translates to lady of Greenwood, which is actually Brennil Uin Calen Eryn, most likely that backward as Sindarin is a n odd language. So you can see I had to play with the words to get a name out of it. (I agonized over her name for close to a half hour so please don't be too critical of it.)
This ties in (slightly) with my other fic out there, Folly of the Father, a Lagolas fic(can you believe it?) So, if you have the mind( and alought of patience for a first time Legolas writer) go check it out please(No slash, lots of angst * the crowd gasps, and a little explanation of Legolas and the missing pieces of his life).
"Why not? Why delay our attack on him? He can only grow in his strength!" Elrond was furious at Curunír and he did not bother to hide the rise in his voice and temper.
"We can be sure of nothing-." The white began.
It had been many years since the first news of the Dark Lord's inhabitance of a corner of the Greenwood was heard by the wise. Curunír had avoided holding council with the wise for quite some time, though they knew not why. Eventually, Galadriel and Celebrian, tired of waiting both for his action and news of another capture had written to him, a cold fury in their quills and Curunír had responded, saying that he would meet with them.
"We can be certain that he is massing his creatures," interjected King Thranduil, "many of my warriors have seen them going to Dol Guldur."
"It is folly to wait for his orcs to gather such strength." Galadriel said.
Curunír looked severely stressed by the growing impatience of those gathered but it did not show as he remained adamant in his decision. "We will not move yet. Give it time, let us attempt to see what his plans are."
"Not with his presence so close to the Greenwood, Lorien and Imladris. There has been attacks already even when he did not inhabit Dol Guldur, how many more will fall before we move?" Celebrian was at her husbands side, her anger carefully kept low save for the fire in her eyes.
"Celebrian is right, we will no more risk the life of one archer than the life of ten thousand by waiting any longer-." Curunír grew angry towards Elrond now.
"We must wait! What will happen when those we send to battle him fall under his hand? Need I remind you of Gil-galad's foolishness in being ill- prepared?" This nearly set every elf seated in the council off. He had not known the King and had no idea of his acts of heroism.
Elrond's eyes blazed and his breathing became uneven. "Never speak of the High King with such ignorance lest-lest…" Elrond, in his anger, had worked himself up so much that a fever found itself welcome in the heat of his rage. Everyone gathered looked at him with worry as his breathing became heavier. Thranduil, Galadriel and Celebrian all quickly rose and went to his aid when he slumped to the ground. Celebrian cast a weary glance over her shoulder at Curunír as she helped Thranduil and her mother remove him to their quarters. The white merely stood there, looking calm as ever, his eyes placid.
"It should have been Mithrandir." Elrond said, though weak, with a surprising amount of strength and an undertone of malice.
"I know, he is wise but do not forget that it was he who would not allow himself to take Curunír's place." Elrond made a soft sound in reply. He was seated upright in his bed, his cheeks flushed and his mind overflowing in thought. Galadriel was seated off to the side, her mind also preoccupied.
At the insistence of Mithrandir, Lothlorien, Imladris and the Greenwood held off any attack on Dol Guldur for a long while. But the armories of the three elven territories were always fully stocked and their warriors, always sharp in their training. The Greenwood took the brunt of the Dark Lord's pressure and it's borders had to be constantly monitored. But a time came when the thought of keeping the armories in good shape was pushed from the Lords and Ladies of the fair elven realms mind's for a second.
"Celebrian? Might I speak with you a moment?" Elrond roused his wife from her discussion with her sons.
"Of course love." Elrond's face was grave and It seemed as though a few more lines of age appeared upon his face. He stood in the hallway opposite the door from which Celebrian came, holding a letter and examining it with great care. Celebrian grew worried as she saw a spark of severe pain and sadness flicker in her husband's eyes.
"What is it Elrond?" Elrond looked up a moment, though not at her, then returned to gazing at the letter. Celebrian noticed the seal of the King of the Greenwood and her wonder grew.
"My Lord Elrond," he began to read aloud, his voice hushed, "I write this now pleading for your assistance upon my knees. Sauron moved swiftly to claim more of our fair wood. We held him off tirelessly and eventually succeeded in driving him back to the shadow of our wood that he has created but…." Elrond stopped and clenched his jaw a moment ere he continued. "But he entered the northern part of our woods before we were able to stop him. The Lady Caliberyn was slain in the battle." Celebrian brought a hand to her mouth as Elrond once more clenched his jaw. "I once more beg for your help, many have been slain and should Sauron plan another attack, I doubt we could put forth great enough resistance to stay him. King Thranduil of Mirkwood." Elrond finished barely above a whisper.
Celebrian, hardened slightly by the past years, did not cry but she was shaken and it was visible.
Caliberyn-There was never much of a history for the elves of Mirkwood and so their was never any mention of who ruled by Thranduil's side but seeing as he had a son, he must have had a wife. We know nothing about her so I was forced to give her a name. This(most likely very weakly) translates to lady of Greenwood, which is actually Brennil Uin Calen Eryn, most likely that backward as Sindarin is a n odd language. So you can see I had to play with the words to get a name out of it. (I agonized over her name for close to a half hour so please don't be too critical of it.)
This ties in (slightly) with my other fic out there, Folly of the Father, a Lagolas fic(can you believe it?) So, if you have the mind( and alought of patience for a first time Legolas writer) go check it out please(No slash, lots of angst * the crowd gasps, and a little explanation of Legolas and the missing pieces of his life).