Disclaimer: The place isn't mine, Legolas isn't mine, and any
references to Elrond, Elrohir, Elladan, Celeborn, or Thranduil are to J. R.
R. Tolkien's characters. I couldn't, however, find Legolas's mother
anywhere, so I made her up.
Author's note: Can anyone tell me anything about Legolas's mother? I need any info I can get about her, if she exists. Thanks to Lauraline, for the help and advice, Silcawen Uvanimor-dreamingfifi, for the offer, The Nameless One, for the unnecessary comments, XNemisis, for the references, Crimson Starlight, for everything, and Aelan Greenleaf, for being a friend. And all the reviewers from my other stories. R&R!!!!!!!!!
He walked back to his chambers, almost asleep as he passed through the halls. Why was Sulelen in Rivendell? Who was she? Would he see her again? A thousand questions ran through his mind, but he was just too tired to sort out the puzzle of her identity. And "Windstar?" Why was her name "Windstar?" Her eyes, surely were much more brilliant than any star in the sky, and wind, if it had any color, would be the translucent silver of her eyes, but the name had to have more meaning. He lay back on his bed and stared at the carvings on the ceiling. His eyes grew unfocused, and he let himself slip into elven sleep, his mind wandering the forests surrounding his home.
He was awoken by a knock on his door, and he rubbed his eyes, looking out the window. How long had he been asleep? Absently, he smoothed his tunic, and went to the door.
"Yes?" he said, looking at the messenger who was at his doorway.
"A message for you from Prince Legolas Greenleaf, of Eryn Lasgalen." He handed Ithildae a small folded paper, and left. Shutting the door behind him, Ithildae went to a chair, and sat, looking at the note. He opened it, looking over the paper. Sighing, he set it on a circular table beside him, and went to find Legolas.
"You asked to meet me, Legolas?" he asked the elven prince when he found him by the archery range, having just finished practice.
"Yes. I wished to apologize for my earlier behavior. I obviously disturbed you thoughts, unwelcome of me. Also, I wanted to invite you to Eryn Lasgalen. It would do you good to see the world beyond your city. You have not left for a time, if what I have heard is correct." He looked to Ithildae, who looked to the ground. If he were to go to Eryn Lasgalen, he would escape from this place of duty and frivolous questionings. But he had responsibilities in Rivendell. Elrond had long since left for Valinor, and Elladan and Elrohir were off who knows where, keeping peace and exploring the far places. He could ask another lord, or leave the elves to fend for themselves, and have another sand for him. Perhaps Celeborn would be up for the job.
"It would honor me to be allowed to travel back with you to your home. How is Thranduil?" Glad that he had made up his mind, he started walking, into the forests, toward home, in a circular manner. The trees were covered with swiftly melting snow, and he could see the sun setting behind the mountains, reddening the clouds with streaks of bright color. He turned his attentions back to Legolas, who was staring at the sky, watching the sun sink into the west. The west, toward the sea, and toward Valinor. Legolas seemed to be ever more drawn to the sea, with it's waves and currents, then before, and it seemed he would not wait long before making the way to the Gray Havens. He just needed a push to help him leave. Sometimes it seemed to Ithildae that Legolas was afraid of what would happen were he not here to watch over his companions, like a guardian. Perhaps the legendary Mithrandir had set him to this task. Legolas looked back at Ithildae, and smiled, his face wistful.
"Father? He is doing fine, although I suspect he has something planned for my return. Surely he shall have something celebratory for your arrival, and some more suitors for my hand. Why he cannot just leave me alone to pick my own bride, I don't know, for he will live for eternity and longer, and has no need of an heir, unless he has plans to go over the sea." Legolas looked over at Ithildae again, and saw his face. He laughed, and then explained.
"He will not be leaving for the Gray Havens soon, maybe not ever. And he simply wishes for my happiness. I am sure some of the suitors are not arranged by him either. Many elf maidens would give almost anything to wed one of the Nine Walkers, even Gimli. Although he has already settled down with a lovely dwarf lady and has plans to repopulate Moria. Why he would go back there, I don't know, as I haven't seen him for ages." He paused and seemed to think back, and when the silence grew uncomfortable, Ithildae spoke.
"Will we be traveling alone? I'm sure some of the people here must get back to their own homes after the festivities. Did any others come from Eryn Lasgalen?" He looked toward Legolas, who thought on it for a moment, then replied.
"Ah, yes, the Lady of Lothlorien is to come with us, along with a few others. She shall be good company." He smiled, then whispered to Ithildae, "Her beauty is astounding, but it is nothing to her quick wit. She shall surely entertain us on the way to Eryn Lasgalen. She also dances quite nicely, from what I've heard."
"The Lady of Lothlorien? But I thought Galadriel had traveled over the sea." Confused, Ithildae looked back to Legolas, who was doubled over, trying to hold in laughter.
"I thought.... As lord of....Rivendell... you would... have... heard..." He laughed, then held it back, almost panting with the effort, quite unsightly on an elf prince.
"Heard what?" Ithildae glared at Legolas, annoyed. Straightening, Legolas saw his face, and explained.
"Before Galadriel left, a message was sent by the Valar, supposedly she was looking into her mirror when she heard them call her. The next day, clouds were spotted on the horizon, coming from the west. They moved quickly, and shortly Lothlorien was tormented by a storm with winds so strong one could hardly stand. Galadriel went out into the wood, following the light of a bright star just past the clouds. She came back carrying a young elf maiden, with long black hair and remarkable silver eyes. The maiden has the power to see in Galadriel's mirror and see into people's minds, and so was pronounced her successor. Though Celeborn rightfully has the position, since he stayed in Middle-Earth. But he did not want to be a ruler, saying he would like to travel, see what he could before he left for the Havens. And so the youngest ruler of Lothlorien comes into power. Her name is Sulelen, also called Wanwaer 'Lost One.'" He frowned then continued, "A longer tale can be told, but this is enough for you to understand. I still do not understand why you were not informed."
"It was probably before I took my place on the throne. Elladan or Elrohir probably forgot to tell their little cousin. Ha. They would have thought it funny to keep me so uniformed." He frowned and looked down.
"Don't get in a bad mood now. You should come to supper tonight, and meet Sulelen." He looked at Ithildae hopefully.
Sighing, Ithildae looked back at Legolas.
"Fine, you have convinced me. But tell me, why is she called Wanwaer?"
"She is lost. She has no family, and though she looks as normal as any other elf, she is not related to anyone. She remembers nothing of the time before she was found, and even Galadriel cannot tell us anything of her past. And so she is The Lost One." He shrugged, "That's all I know of it. We are nearing Rivendell, and I have some things to attend to before supper. Namarie!"
As Legolas left down a separate path, Ithildae thought on what he had learned about Sulelen. It was strange, that he had not heard of her, although that could be blamed on Elladan and Elrohir. And she could not remember any of her past. Perhaps she was more than rightly titled as Wanwaer. He could not think of something more appropriate himself. And he would see her again. He would travel with Legolas to Eryn Lasgalen, and he would put away his responsibilities for a time. It would be good to see Thranduil and Losawen again. He would have to talk to Celeborn about taking over Rivendell for a time.
He went to his quarters and quickly changed. He wore a dark navy blue tunic, embroidered with a pattern of silver stars and moons. His trousers were plain black, and his headband returned to his forehead. Tightening his belt, he left for the main hall, and the company of his fellow lords.
Author's Note:
Some things have been changed. The major one is the fact that Sulelen is no longer Legolas's sister. Didn't fit with the plot. Not that the plot is finished yet. But it's okay. Review review review. That's what readers do!
Author's note: Can anyone tell me anything about Legolas's mother? I need any info I can get about her, if she exists. Thanks to Lauraline, for the help and advice, Silcawen Uvanimor-dreamingfifi, for the offer, The Nameless One, for the unnecessary comments, XNemisis, for the references, Crimson Starlight, for everything, and Aelan Greenleaf, for being a friend. And all the reviewers from my other stories. R&R!!!!!!!!!
He walked back to his chambers, almost asleep as he passed through the halls. Why was Sulelen in Rivendell? Who was she? Would he see her again? A thousand questions ran through his mind, but he was just too tired to sort out the puzzle of her identity. And "Windstar?" Why was her name "Windstar?" Her eyes, surely were much more brilliant than any star in the sky, and wind, if it had any color, would be the translucent silver of her eyes, but the name had to have more meaning. He lay back on his bed and stared at the carvings on the ceiling. His eyes grew unfocused, and he let himself slip into elven sleep, his mind wandering the forests surrounding his home.
He was awoken by a knock on his door, and he rubbed his eyes, looking out the window. How long had he been asleep? Absently, he smoothed his tunic, and went to the door.
"Yes?" he said, looking at the messenger who was at his doorway.
"A message for you from Prince Legolas Greenleaf, of Eryn Lasgalen." He handed Ithildae a small folded paper, and left. Shutting the door behind him, Ithildae went to a chair, and sat, looking at the note. He opened it, looking over the paper. Sighing, he set it on a circular table beside him, and went to find Legolas.
"You asked to meet me, Legolas?" he asked the elven prince when he found him by the archery range, having just finished practice.
"Yes. I wished to apologize for my earlier behavior. I obviously disturbed you thoughts, unwelcome of me. Also, I wanted to invite you to Eryn Lasgalen. It would do you good to see the world beyond your city. You have not left for a time, if what I have heard is correct." He looked to Ithildae, who looked to the ground. If he were to go to Eryn Lasgalen, he would escape from this place of duty and frivolous questionings. But he had responsibilities in Rivendell. Elrond had long since left for Valinor, and Elladan and Elrohir were off who knows where, keeping peace and exploring the far places. He could ask another lord, or leave the elves to fend for themselves, and have another sand for him. Perhaps Celeborn would be up for the job.
"It would honor me to be allowed to travel back with you to your home. How is Thranduil?" Glad that he had made up his mind, he started walking, into the forests, toward home, in a circular manner. The trees were covered with swiftly melting snow, and he could see the sun setting behind the mountains, reddening the clouds with streaks of bright color. He turned his attentions back to Legolas, who was staring at the sky, watching the sun sink into the west. The west, toward the sea, and toward Valinor. Legolas seemed to be ever more drawn to the sea, with it's waves and currents, then before, and it seemed he would not wait long before making the way to the Gray Havens. He just needed a push to help him leave. Sometimes it seemed to Ithildae that Legolas was afraid of what would happen were he not here to watch over his companions, like a guardian. Perhaps the legendary Mithrandir had set him to this task. Legolas looked back at Ithildae, and smiled, his face wistful.
"Father? He is doing fine, although I suspect he has something planned for my return. Surely he shall have something celebratory for your arrival, and some more suitors for my hand. Why he cannot just leave me alone to pick my own bride, I don't know, for he will live for eternity and longer, and has no need of an heir, unless he has plans to go over the sea." Legolas looked over at Ithildae again, and saw his face. He laughed, and then explained.
"He will not be leaving for the Gray Havens soon, maybe not ever. And he simply wishes for my happiness. I am sure some of the suitors are not arranged by him either. Many elf maidens would give almost anything to wed one of the Nine Walkers, even Gimli. Although he has already settled down with a lovely dwarf lady and has plans to repopulate Moria. Why he would go back there, I don't know, as I haven't seen him for ages." He paused and seemed to think back, and when the silence grew uncomfortable, Ithildae spoke.
"Will we be traveling alone? I'm sure some of the people here must get back to their own homes after the festivities. Did any others come from Eryn Lasgalen?" He looked toward Legolas, who thought on it for a moment, then replied.
"Ah, yes, the Lady of Lothlorien is to come with us, along with a few others. She shall be good company." He smiled, then whispered to Ithildae, "Her beauty is astounding, but it is nothing to her quick wit. She shall surely entertain us on the way to Eryn Lasgalen. She also dances quite nicely, from what I've heard."
"The Lady of Lothlorien? But I thought Galadriel had traveled over the sea." Confused, Ithildae looked back to Legolas, who was doubled over, trying to hold in laughter.
"I thought.... As lord of....Rivendell... you would... have... heard..." He laughed, then held it back, almost panting with the effort, quite unsightly on an elf prince.
"Heard what?" Ithildae glared at Legolas, annoyed. Straightening, Legolas saw his face, and explained.
"Before Galadriel left, a message was sent by the Valar, supposedly she was looking into her mirror when she heard them call her. The next day, clouds were spotted on the horizon, coming from the west. They moved quickly, and shortly Lothlorien was tormented by a storm with winds so strong one could hardly stand. Galadriel went out into the wood, following the light of a bright star just past the clouds. She came back carrying a young elf maiden, with long black hair and remarkable silver eyes. The maiden has the power to see in Galadriel's mirror and see into people's minds, and so was pronounced her successor. Though Celeborn rightfully has the position, since he stayed in Middle-Earth. But he did not want to be a ruler, saying he would like to travel, see what he could before he left for the Havens. And so the youngest ruler of Lothlorien comes into power. Her name is Sulelen, also called Wanwaer 'Lost One.'" He frowned then continued, "A longer tale can be told, but this is enough for you to understand. I still do not understand why you were not informed."
"It was probably before I took my place on the throne. Elladan or Elrohir probably forgot to tell their little cousin. Ha. They would have thought it funny to keep me so uniformed." He frowned and looked down.
"Don't get in a bad mood now. You should come to supper tonight, and meet Sulelen." He looked at Ithildae hopefully.
Sighing, Ithildae looked back at Legolas.
"Fine, you have convinced me. But tell me, why is she called Wanwaer?"
"She is lost. She has no family, and though she looks as normal as any other elf, she is not related to anyone. She remembers nothing of the time before she was found, and even Galadriel cannot tell us anything of her past. And so she is The Lost One." He shrugged, "That's all I know of it. We are nearing Rivendell, and I have some things to attend to before supper. Namarie!"
As Legolas left down a separate path, Ithildae thought on what he had learned about Sulelen. It was strange, that he had not heard of her, although that could be blamed on Elladan and Elrohir. And she could not remember any of her past. Perhaps she was more than rightly titled as Wanwaer. He could not think of something more appropriate himself. And he would see her again. He would travel with Legolas to Eryn Lasgalen, and he would put away his responsibilities for a time. It would be good to see Thranduil and Losawen again. He would have to talk to Celeborn about taking over Rivendell for a time.
He went to his quarters and quickly changed. He wore a dark navy blue tunic, embroidered with a pattern of silver stars and moons. His trousers were plain black, and his headband returned to his forehead. Tightening his belt, he left for the main hall, and the company of his fellow lords.
Author's Note:
Some things have been changed. The major one is the fact that Sulelen is no longer Legolas's sister. Didn't fit with the plot. Not that the plot is finished yet. But it's okay. Review review review. That's what readers do!