Anarrima left the bank and headed toward the gates of the city. Her heart
was heavy as she passed the silver pool, staring at their reflection of the
sun. In her head she could still hear Legolas' voice, calling her, telling
her not to fear the distance between them. With her bow and quiver strapped
to her back and her daggers unsheathed she entered the wood and climbed up
the tree to Haldir and the guards.
"So the Fellowship has continued their journey to Mordor," Haldir spoke and came to Anarrima, his bow in his hand and a sword at his side.
"They have," she walked passed him and placed her hood over her head. The last thing she needed mentioned to her was the Fellowship. "I will keep guard tonight, for I will find no sleep that would not be plagued." She jumped to the next tree and took her place on a sturdy branch in the cover of the leaves.
The company went their long way down the river. Bare woods stalked along either bank. Anduin flowed without a sound. No breeze blew and no voice of bird broke the silence. The sun grew misty then faded into the West. Far into the dark, quiet hours they floated on, guiding their boats under the shadows of the western woods. It was dreary and cold.
Nonetheless they saw no sign of the enemy that night nor the next. Legolas sat silently and watched as the shores passed by. Every once and a while he would shoot a glare at Boromir, and would see a strange look in his eyes.
"Never did I think the day would come that the Prince of Mirkwood would fall," Gimli broke the silence of the night, "I can't see it in your eyes when you look upon her, even when you speak her name; you truly love her."
Legolas did not answer, he just stared at the stars and paddled the boat forward. He knew why Galadriel kept Anarrima in Lothlorien; Sauron. Sauron was searching not only for the Ring or power, but Ana as well. The Lady knew that Lothlorien was the safest place Ana could be.
"Well she is a good woman, not to mention very beautiful," Gimli continued and lit his pipe.
"A dwarf speaks so highly of an elf?" Legolas smirked at Gimli who sat in front of him.
"A good friend taught me that elves are not as bad as they seem," the dwarf answered and went back to his pipe.
Legolas smiled and continued to row. "Nor are the dwarves."
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Sauron stood in front of his palantir, robed in black with a sinister smile on his face. His features would have him easily mistaken for one of the fair folk. His hair was black, much in the fashion of Legolas'. The image in the palantir was Anarrima sitting on a branch in a large mallorn tree in Lothlorien taking guard. The smile on the Dark Lord's face became wider.
"Oh fair one.... my bride.... you will be mine soon."
Daedeloth walked to Sauron and looked into the palantir. He despised Anarrima for her behavior the day he came for her to Mirkwood. How dare she disrespect him like that. In fact, he knew the exact reason for her actions, it was that prince. That Legolas had brainwashed his own daughter against him. Very soon, Daedeloth thought, they will meet their doom.
"Daedeloth," Sauron began still gazing into the seeing stone, "your daughter has all the qualities to become my Queen: strength, beauty, but most importantly.... vulnerability."
"She is all yours my Lord," Daedeloth bowed again, but then noticed something around Anarrima's neck. It was a ring. Not the ring of power that Sauron still searched for. It was a ring of friendship.... and love. "Prince!!" he spat out enraged. "I will send out a host immediately to bring her here."
"No," the Dark Lord commanded in a low, maniacal voice. He had other plans for that. "Let her come to me."
"Come to you?" Daedeloth asked in confusion. "But that would mean...." Suddenly it became clear what Sauron had planned. He grinned and left the chamber, whispering to himself, "Let her come to Mordor."
Sauron's grin slowly faded and an expressionless look took over his face. "Anarrima, how good you will look in your black wedding dress. You will be the one to bear my child, the child who will begin my dark dynasty."
"So the Fellowship has continued their journey to Mordor," Haldir spoke and came to Anarrima, his bow in his hand and a sword at his side.
"They have," she walked passed him and placed her hood over her head. The last thing she needed mentioned to her was the Fellowship. "I will keep guard tonight, for I will find no sleep that would not be plagued." She jumped to the next tree and took her place on a sturdy branch in the cover of the leaves.
The company went their long way down the river. Bare woods stalked along either bank. Anduin flowed without a sound. No breeze blew and no voice of bird broke the silence. The sun grew misty then faded into the West. Far into the dark, quiet hours they floated on, guiding their boats under the shadows of the western woods. It was dreary and cold.
Nonetheless they saw no sign of the enemy that night nor the next. Legolas sat silently and watched as the shores passed by. Every once and a while he would shoot a glare at Boromir, and would see a strange look in his eyes.
"Never did I think the day would come that the Prince of Mirkwood would fall," Gimli broke the silence of the night, "I can't see it in your eyes when you look upon her, even when you speak her name; you truly love her."
Legolas did not answer, he just stared at the stars and paddled the boat forward. He knew why Galadriel kept Anarrima in Lothlorien; Sauron. Sauron was searching not only for the Ring or power, but Ana as well. The Lady knew that Lothlorien was the safest place Ana could be.
"Well she is a good woman, not to mention very beautiful," Gimli continued and lit his pipe.
"A dwarf speaks so highly of an elf?" Legolas smirked at Gimli who sat in front of him.
"A good friend taught me that elves are not as bad as they seem," the dwarf answered and went back to his pipe.
Legolas smiled and continued to row. "Nor are the dwarves."
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Sauron stood in front of his palantir, robed in black with a sinister smile on his face. His features would have him easily mistaken for one of the fair folk. His hair was black, much in the fashion of Legolas'. The image in the palantir was Anarrima sitting on a branch in a large mallorn tree in Lothlorien taking guard. The smile on the Dark Lord's face became wider.
"Oh fair one.... my bride.... you will be mine soon."
Daedeloth walked to Sauron and looked into the palantir. He despised Anarrima for her behavior the day he came for her to Mirkwood. How dare she disrespect him like that. In fact, he knew the exact reason for her actions, it was that prince. That Legolas had brainwashed his own daughter against him. Very soon, Daedeloth thought, they will meet their doom.
"Daedeloth," Sauron began still gazing into the seeing stone, "your daughter has all the qualities to become my Queen: strength, beauty, but most importantly.... vulnerability."
"She is all yours my Lord," Daedeloth bowed again, but then noticed something around Anarrima's neck. It was a ring. Not the ring of power that Sauron still searched for. It was a ring of friendship.... and love. "Prince!!" he spat out enraged. "I will send out a host immediately to bring her here."
"No," the Dark Lord commanded in a low, maniacal voice. He had other plans for that. "Let her come to me."
"Come to you?" Daedeloth asked in confusion. "But that would mean...." Suddenly it became clear what Sauron had planned. He grinned and left the chamber, whispering to himself, "Let her come to Mordor."
Sauron's grin slowly faded and an expressionless look took over his face. "Anarrima, how good you will look in your black wedding dress. You will be the one to bear my child, the child who will begin my dark dynasty."
