Moria had been a dark journey, as they did not escape unnoticed, be the
evil that dwelt there. Gandalf fell into the dark depths of Kazah-dum.
Death. Legolas had heard all about it from the legends and tales long ago,
but never before had he witnessed it like this. They would never see the
wizard again. It was now up to Aragorn to lead the company to safety.
"Legolas, get them up," Aragorn said cleaning his sword as the sky began to
turn grey.
The elf was still contemplating the situation as he went to Merry and Pippin who were lying on the ground in tears.
"Give them a moment for pity's sake!" Boromir cried.
"By nightfall these hills will be swarming with orcs," Aragorn replied. "We must reach the woods of Lothlorien."
Lothlorien. Legolas' hope rose to the sky when Aragorn spoke the name. Anarrima..
Anarrima lay on a branch in the tall tree she was guarding, quietly listening to the stream that ran a ways off. The night was quiet and little disturbed the golden wood. But further off she noticed something. It was a leaderless band of orcs, fleeing from the foot of the Misty Mountains. "That is strange indeed." She whispered.
"Anarrima, ammen garo gedi i randir, [We have found the trespassers.] " Haldir said to her and went to the other elves. Ana quickly and quietly jumped to the wooden taran below her and waited.
The company made it to the woods of Lothlorien and crossed the Nimrodel in silence. Before them stood the great tall mallorn trees with their rough, grey trunks.
"I will climb up," Legolas said. "We must find shelter for tonight." He wanted more than anything to go see Ana but now his first priority was to keep the others safe from danger.
"They truly are marvelous trees if they allow us some sleep, but I cannot sleep on a perch!" Pippin said looking up at the tall trees.
"Then dig a hole in the ground," Legolas replied impatiently. "But you must dig swift and deep, if you wish to hide from orcs." Then he sprang lightly from the ground and caught a branch that grew from the trunk high above his head. But even as he was preparing to pull himself up a voice spoke suddenly from the shadows above him.
" Daro!" [Halt!] it commanded, and Legolas fell back to the ground in surprise.
"Stay back," he whispered to the others. " Do not move or speak!"
There was a sound of soft laughter over their heads, and then a clear voice spoke in an elven tongue. Legolas looked up and answered in the same language.
"What is it and what does it say?" Merry asked.
"It's an Elf," Sam said. "Can't you hear its voice?"
"It is an Elf," Legolas said with a smile "and I know exactly who it is."
Out of the shadows a ladder was let down. Legolas ran lightly up and the others followed slowly behind. When they all reached the white talan, a tall slender elf stood and uncovered a small lamp that gave out a small, silver beam of light. Then the elf began to pull the hood off its head to reveal himself.
Legolas smiled at the figure before him. "Anarrima!"
The elf was still contemplating the situation as he went to Merry and Pippin who were lying on the ground in tears.
"Give them a moment for pity's sake!" Boromir cried.
"By nightfall these hills will be swarming with orcs," Aragorn replied. "We must reach the woods of Lothlorien."
Lothlorien. Legolas' hope rose to the sky when Aragorn spoke the name. Anarrima..
Anarrima lay on a branch in the tall tree she was guarding, quietly listening to the stream that ran a ways off. The night was quiet and little disturbed the golden wood. But further off she noticed something. It was a leaderless band of orcs, fleeing from the foot of the Misty Mountains. "That is strange indeed." She whispered.
"Anarrima, ammen garo gedi i randir, [We have found the trespassers.] " Haldir said to her and went to the other elves. Ana quickly and quietly jumped to the wooden taran below her and waited.
The company made it to the woods of Lothlorien and crossed the Nimrodel in silence. Before them stood the great tall mallorn trees with their rough, grey trunks.
"I will climb up," Legolas said. "We must find shelter for tonight." He wanted more than anything to go see Ana but now his first priority was to keep the others safe from danger.
"They truly are marvelous trees if they allow us some sleep, but I cannot sleep on a perch!" Pippin said looking up at the tall trees.
"Then dig a hole in the ground," Legolas replied impatiently. "But you must dig swift and deep, if you wish to hide from orcs." Then he sprang lightly from the ground and caught a branch that grew from the trunk high above his head. But even as he was preparing to pull himself up a voice spoke suddenly from the shadows above him.
" Daro!" [Halt!] it commanded, and Legolas fell back to the ground in surprise.
"Stay back," he whispered to the others. " Do not move or speak!"
There was a sound of soft laughter over their heads, and then a clear voice spoke in an elven tongue. Legolas looked up and answered in the same language.
"What is it and what does it say?" Merry asked.
"It's an Elf," Sam said. "Can't you hear its voice?"
"It is an Elf," Legolas said with a smile "and I know exactly who it is."
Out of the shadows a ladder was let down. Legolas ran lightly up and the others followed slowly behind. When they all reached the white talan, a tall slender elf stood and uncovered a small lamp that gave out a small, silver beam of light. Then the elf began to pull the hood off its head to reveal himself.
Legolas smiled at the figure before him. "Anarrima!"
