Like the end of the Elf's statement was a cue, a league of Elves burst
through the forest, killing Orcs. Jurik, and the Orcs that encircled the
girl, fled to fight this new threat. A group of Elves surrounded the girl,
but did not utter a word to her. An Elf on a pure white horse, moved to
the head of the group. His long blond hair flowing as the wind whistled
through the strands. He wore a crown of sliver vines to indicate a king of
a woodland tribe. Another white horse rode up besides the first one. He
whispered something to this wiser Elf and he nodded.
"What do you want with this poor She-Elf? She is in our territory and you Orcs are trespassing on our lands. Saruman, ordered you to invade Elf lands? I think not, now leave before we make you!" the Elven King said.
A high pitch scream was heard in the distance. Ring Wraiths were coming closer to the group of Elves. The She-Elf closed her eyes, waiting for the final blow to send her to the Passing. Her heart was pounding with fear of her death. She looked up, her bounded hands still covering her ears the best she could, to see the Orcs and the Ring Wraiths fleeing, but she was with them. She could tell from the grip that the capture had on her that this Orc was not Jurik. She struggled but the Orc's grip tightened. Fearing this was the end of her free days; she let herself be carried away. Slowly, the She-Elf closed her eyes, and felt her body being thrown. Her back and the back of her head hit something hard. The Orc dropped her and she had rolled and hit a rock. He pulled out more of those black cords. He bound her ankles with them and again, so tight that her frail ankles began to bleed inside her boots. He stooped down and snatched her up from the ground very roughly. He held her like a limp doll. She closed her eyes again and felt the ground pound underneath the Orc's feet. From the sound, more Orcs or something a little lighter was in pursuit at a very close distance. The Orc lurked forward and she was thrown to the ground yet again. She did not hit a rock or tree this time. She looked up out of curiosity to see an Elf with long blonde hair standing over her, his arrow set on his bow. She looked to her side and saw that the Orc that had carried her off was laying face down on the ground, one golden-feathered arrow in his back. He glanced down at her then back at the Orc. Fearing that his one arrow did not annihilate him. This Elf had saved her and was still protecting her.
The young Elf looked down to the She-Elf and spoke to her, "I am Prince Legolas, son of Thranduil, King of Mirkwood. You would be?" he asked as he cut her bonds. Instantaneously, she rubbed the wounds that the cords had made in her delicate wrists. She looked up into Legolas's pure and bright blue eyes, and she felt safe at last. He looked about three thousand or so in Elven years.
"I do not know who I am really. I can remember only a few bits and pieces from my memory. I do remember my name and title. Maybe you and your Elves could help me discover more? I am sorry to be so foggy," she said.
"The name would be what, lass?" Prince Legolas questioned.
"Ayriel, Princess Ayriel," she whispered.
"Princess Ayriel? That is a very beautiful name. Allow me escort you to our home in the woods," Legolas replied, hand extended and awaiting hers. Ayriel reluctantly placed her hand in his. He helped her stand and motioned for his and her horse to be brought to them. He first helped Ayriel onto her horse, and then mounted his. She just nodded in agreement. Ayriel tightened her grip on the reins of her horse; still a little nervous about the Orcs she also gripped her sword. Her eyes kept wondering to watch Legolas, and she hoped that he did not see her. He was incredibly handsome and strong. Ayriel could not help but to admire this Elf, which rides beside her as they continued to the Woodland Realm of Mirkwood.
Legolas could feel her eyes watching him. She was beautiful, almost perfect. Her hair was blonde like his own but darker; her eyes sparkled like the stars with the color purple residing in them. Here was one feature on her that was quite peculiar: she had a jeweled crescent moon on her brow. The color of the deep rivers and sparkled like them too. He could not keep his heart from pounding when he looked at her.
"Your Highness?" she spoke softly.
"Yes?" he gasped.
"..." Ayriel stuttered. "Umm, MiLord, I have to confess something."
Legolas turned his head to her, urging her to continue.
Her head was spinning; she became very lightheaded, Ayriel's eyes rolled back into her head as she fainted.
Ayriel!" Legolas gasped.
"Father! Heilad! She has fallen!" Legolas yelled.
"What do you want with this poor She-Elf? She is in our territory and you Orcs are trespassing on our lands. Saruman, ordered you to invade Elf lands? I think not, now leave before we make you!" the Elven King said.
A high pitch scream was heard in the distance. Ring Wraiths were coming closer to the group of Elves. The She-Elf closed her eyes, waiting for the final blow to send her to the Passing. Her heart was pounding with fear of her death. She looked up, her bounded hands still covering her ears the best she could, to see the Orcs and the Ring Wraiths fleeing, but she was with them. She could tell from the grip that the capture had on her that this Orc was not Jurik. She struggled but the Orc's grip tightened. Fearing this was the end of her free days; she let herself be carried away. Slowly, the She-Elf closed her eyes, and felt her body being thrown. Her back and the back of her head hit something hard. The Orc dropped her and she had rolled and hit a rock. He pulled out more of those black cords. He bound her ankles with them and again, so tight that her frail ankles began to bleed inside her boots. He stooped down and snatched her up from the ground very roughly. He held her like a limp doll. She closed her eyes again and felt the ground pound underneath the Orc's feet. From the sound, more Orcs or something a little lighter was in pursuit at a very close distance. The Orc lurked forward and she was thrown to the ground yet again. She did not hit a rock or tree this time. She looked up out of curiosity to see an Elf with long blonde hair standing over her, his arrow set on his bow. She looked to her side and saw that the Orc that had carried her off was laying face down on the ground, one golden-feathered arrow in his back. He glanced down at her then back at the Orc. Fearing that his one arrow did not annihilate him. This Elf had saved her and was still protecting her.
The young Elf looked down to the She-Elf and spoke to her, "I am Prince Legolas, son of Thranduil, King of Mirkwood. You would be?" he asked as he cut her bonds. Instantaneously, she rubbed the wounds that the cords had made in her delicate wrists. She looked up into Legolas's pure and bright blue eyes, and she felt safe at last. He looked about three thousand or so in Elven years.
"I do not know who I am really. I can remember only a few bits and pieces from my memory. I do remember my name and title. Maybe you and your Elves could help me discover more? I am sorry to be so foggy," she said.
"The name would be what, lass?" Prince Legolas questioned.
"Ayriel, Princess Ayriel," she whispered.
"Princess Ayriel? That is a very beautiful name. Allow me escort you to our home in the woods," Legolas replied, hand extended and awaiting hers. Ayriel reluctantly placed her hand in his. He helped her stand and motioned for his and her horse to be brought to them. He first helped Ayriel onto her horse, and then mounted his. She just nodded in agreement. Ayriel tightened her grip on the reins of her horse; still a little nervous about the Orcs she also gripped her sword. Her eyes kept wondering to watch Legolas, and she hoped that he did not see her. He was incredibly handsome and strong. Ayriel could not help but to admire this Elf, which rides beside her as they continued to the Woodland Realm of Mirkwood.
Legolas could feel her eyes watching him. She was beautiful, almost perfect. Her hair was blonde like his own but darker; her eyes sparkled like the stars with the color purple residing in them. Here was one feature on her that was quite peculiar: she had a jeweled crescent moon on her brow. The color of the deep rivers and sparkled like them too. He could not keep his heart from pounding when he looked at her.
"Your Highness?" she spoke softly.
"Yes?" he gasped.
"..." Ayriel stuttered. "Umm, MiLord, I have to confess something."
Legolas turned his head to her, urging her to continue.
Her head was spinning; she became very lightheaded, Ayriel's eyes rolled back into her head as she fainted.
Ayriel!" Legolas gasped.
"Father! Heilad! She has fallen!" Legolas yelled.
