Title: Lyt Guyll Fyr
Author:Eldameldo aka Bill the Pony
Rating: uh...I don't have a clue. PG-13?
Disclaimer: like I said, I own LOTR, I do!
Summary: a story about an elfling. Um, if you like Legolas(which I do) you might
get mixed feelings on this story.
Yes... any way... no one responded to my query on dwarfish, so I got the name
from Dragonlance. Lyt Guyll Fyr means 'little wild fire'.... the closest I could
find.
Chapter Two: Lyt Guyll Fyr
****(time passed)
Gimli smiled at the little elf. He sat over a dwarfian ax, studying the weapon.
'Do you like it Lyt Fyr?'
The elfling smiled back. 'It's very beautiful, Papa Gimli.'
The dwarf sat next to the his elfling charge. He had found the child in the
caves by Mirkwood, and had taken care of him until he had awoken. The child had
gotten better, but never got his memory back. Gimli had sent word to Legolas
about the elfling, but never got a reply. Since them, he had taken care of the
elf. Sure, he'd gotten some strange reactions from the other the dwarfs. They
had gotten use to the fact that Gimli refused to get rid of the elf... and the
thought of an elf speaking dwarfish instead of elfish was highly amusing.
Now, as Gimli sat by the elf he was reminded of the crazy elf back in Mirkwood.
Perhaps he should take the elf to the Forest. Growing up in the dwarf caves
might mess the poor elf up, special when he got older. The others didn't mind
him now, but what about after he got taller? He was the same height as the
dwarfs now, so he didn't stick out as much, but here, he would never make
friends....
'Lyt Guyll Fyr, would you like to go on a trip with me?'
'Where to?'
'We could head to Mirkwood. The woods are not far. I think you might enjoy the
trees.'
Aragon the king of men sat before Thranduil of Mirkwood. The elf-king was
distraught, but Aragon did not know why yet.
'Estel... Aragon... your coming has stabbed this burden harder into my heart.'
'Why, Lord Thranduil? What has happened? The orcs have left, your forest is
growing green again, why should my arrival be....' At this moment Aragon noticed
that his friend, Thranduil's son, was not present.
'Yes, the orcs are gone, but we had assumed it to quickly. Legolas was killed by
orcs. His son has vanished, and his wife has not awoken. The darkness has left,
but not soon enough. The trees took my son, and I fear, my grandson as well.'
'Legolas, is.... gone? Truly gone?'
The father nodded.
'I am sorry, my lord. I shall leave now.'
'Where will you go?'
'Their are others that knew Legolas.... They will be saddened, but they need to
know.'
'You speak of the dwarf, don't you'
Aragon looked to the elf-king, 'Yes, the dwarf Gimli was a friend, he was very
close to your son. Like brothers.'
'Legolas spoke with me about this dwarf. Spoke very highly of. If he should
every enter my woods.... I will show him the respect my son showed him.'
'Lyt Fyr, you haven't been in the forest since before I found you, but I think
will enjoy them.'
The voices of Gimli and Lyt Guyll Fyr were distant, but identifiable. The dwarf
continued his attempt at describing the woods, and the distant listener smiled
as the dwarf echoed his own words, from their time with the rest of the
fellowship. The silent form followed the two travelers to the mouth of the
caves.
Lyt Guyll Fyr stepped out into the sun, for the first time in his memory. The
sun warmed his face, and he felt strangely calm. He turned back to Gimli. He
felt more eyes on him, but it was only the dwarf behind him.
He could not see the source of the other eyes, but they could see him, although
it was through a blackish haze. One that slowly seemed to be taking over. He
knew he had to leave, that he'd stain much to long, but nothing yet awaited him.
Nothing compelled him to move on. His family was still here, and he would watch
over them, even if he could do nothing for them.
Aragon stood at the spot of the last battle. The trees had taken all the bodies,
elf and orc alike. They seemed to realize that the orcs were once their
children. And even though they had been corrupted, they were still lost
children.
The former ranger looked over the trees. ' I am looking for my friend' he said
finally. the trees studied him, as they studied every thing, but did not answer.
'I know I am no elf, but I was raised by them, and I trust them more than my own
kind. I would never try to cause you harm. I am simply looking for my friend.'
The branches swayed in the breezeless morning, considering the man. They still
offered no answers.
Okay, all done with this chapter. Anyone still reading? I hope so. Not that i'm
expecting any, but i would like reviews. Even if just to know someone is
reading. You don't have to say much.....
Oh well, till next time.
bill ... or elda
Author:Eldameldo aka Bill the Pony
Rating: uh...I don't have a clue. PG-13?
Disclaimer: like I said, I own LOTR, I do!
Summary: a story about an elfling. Um, if you like Legolas(which I do) you might
get mixed feelings on this story.
Yes... any way... no one responded to my query on dwarfish, so I got the name
from Dragonlance. Lyt Guyll Fyr means 'little wild fire'.... the closest I could
find.
Chapter Two: Lyt Guyll Fyr
****(time passed)
Gimli smiled at the little elf. He sat over a dwarfian ax, studying the weapon.
'Do you like it Lyt Fyr?'
The elfling smiled back. 'It's very beautiful, Papa Gimli.'
The dwarf sat next to the his elfling charge. He had found the child in the
caves by Mirkwood, and had taken care of him until he had awoken. The child had
gotten better, but never got his memory back. Gimli had sent word to Legolas
about the elfling, but never got a reply. Since them, he had taken care of the
elf. Sure, he'd gotten some strange reactions from the other the dwarfs. They
had gotten use to the fact that Gimli refused to get rid of the elf... and the
thought of an elf speaking dwarfish instead of elfish was highly amusing.
Now, as Gimli sat by the elf he was reminded of the crazy elf back in Mirkwood.
Perhaps he should take the elf to the Forest. Growing up in the dwarf caves
might mess the poor elf up, special when he got older. The others didn't mind
him now, but what about after he got taller? He was the same height as the
dwarfs now, so he didn't stick out as much, but here, he would never make
friends....
'Lyt Guyll Fyr, would you like to go on a trip with me?'
'Where to?'
'We could head to Mirkwood. The woods are not far. I think you might enjoy the
trees.'
Aragon the king of men sat before Thranduil of Mirkwood. The elf-king was
distraught, but Aragon did not know why yet.
'Estel... Aragon... your coming has stabbed this burden harder into my heart.'
'Why, Lord Thranduil? What has happened? The orcs have left, your forest is
growing green again, why should my arrival be....' At this moment Aragon noticed
that his friend, Thranduil's son, was not present.
'Yes, the orcs are gone, but we had assumed it to quickly. Legolas was killed by
orcs. His son has vanished, and his wife has not awoken. The darkness has left,
but not soon enough. The trees took my son, and I fear, my grandson as well.'
'Legolas, is.... gone? Truly gone?'
The father nodded.
'I am sorry, my lord. I shall leave now.'
'Where will you go?'
'Their are others that knew Legolas.... They will be saddened, but they need to
know.'
'You speak of the dwarf, don't you'
Aragon looked to the elf-king, 'Yes, the dwarf Gimli was a friend, he was very
close to your son. Like brothers.'
'Legolas spoke with me about this dwarf. Spoke very highly of. If he should
every enter my woods.... I will show him the respect my son showed him.'
'Lyt Fyr, you haven't been in the forest since before I found you, but I think
will enjoy them.'
The voices of Gimli and Lyt Guyll Fyr were distant, but identifiable. The dwarf
continued his attempt at describing the woods, and the distant listener smiled
as the dwarf echoed his own words, from their time with the rest of the
fellowship. The silent form followed the two travelers to the mouth of the
caves.
Lyt Guyll Fyr stepped out into the sun, for the first time in his memory. The
sun warmed his face, and he felt strangely calm. He turned back to Gimli. He
felt more eyes on him, but it was only the dwarf behind him.
He could not see the source of the other eyes, but they could see him, although
it was through a blackish haze. One that slowly seemed to be taking over. He
knew he had to leave, that he'd stain much to long, but nothing yet awaited him.
Nothing compelled him to move on. His family was still here, and he would watch
over them, even if he could do nothing for them.
Aragon stood at the spot of the last battle. The trees had taken all the bodies,
elf and orc alike. They seemed to realize that the orcs were once their
children. And even though they had been corrupted, they were still lost
children.
The former ranger looked over the trees. ' I am looking for my friend' he said
finally. the trees studied him, as they studied every thing, but did not answer.
'I know I am no elf, but I was raised by them, and I trust them more than my own
kind. I would never try to cause you harm. I am simply looking for my friend.'
The branches swayed in the breezeless morning, considering the man. They still
offered no answers.
Okay, all done with this chapter. Anyone still reading? I hope so. Not that i'm
expecting any, but i would like reviews. Even if just to know someone is
reading. You don't have to say much.....
Oh well, till next time.
bill ... or elda
