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After their dinner, El fell into a dreamless sleep but woke to the sound of the others getting ready to go. She felt herself being lifted, and then opened her eyes.
"I can walk," she said to Legolas.
"I do not think you will get far before you are weary again, but if you insist." He placed her on her feet.
Elrohir was walking next to him.
"Why did you come to the city?" El asked. " Were you looking for something?"
"Our lands are in a permanent winter. The Haradrim stole something from us of great importance, something that is needed to bring back the spring before all living things die." Elrohir answered sadly. "We are taking you to Mirkwood, which is from where we first set out. Unfortunately, we have not found what we are looking for." He paused. " You must be feeling better; your scars have healed." El looked at her palm; the scar had gone, although she could still feel the coldness of the blade that had cut her.
"I do not remember anything other then being in Harad, not even from whence I came," she sighed.
"You will remember soon enough; we shall be in Mirkwood in two months, for we have covered a great distance with our speed," Legolas said. "After resting there, your memory may come back." El smiled and carried on walking.
The next month passed uneventfully, and soon El was healed. They had walked far and had reached past the mountains that bordered Gondor. El walked beside Elrohir who was enthusiastically telling her about Rivendell, when Legolas stopped suddenly and held out a hand for silence. He signaled for everyone to climb into the trees.
Elrohir and El were perched silently on a sturdy, sweet chestnut bough and Legolas sat on another, his bow aimed at the hoarse voices coming nearer.
"Goblins!" whispered Elrohir into El's ear as three scrawny creatures crawled through the bushes. Elrohir picked one of the nuts from the tree and aimed it at the biggest one's head. It hit it with a 'thunk' and then bounced off onto the other one's. Elrohir was nearly falling off the branch with laughter. El covered her mouth to try and stifle her giggles.
"What was 'at?" The big goblin said as he looked around, " Why'd you do 'at?" he growled at the one next to him.
"No! You 'it me!"
Elrohir signaled to his brother, who then did the same with an acorn, and hit the other on the head.
"Oy! You did 'at, I saw you!" said the one who had not yet spoken. Elrohir threw another nut. So did Elladan, and soon all three goblins were fighting. El watched in horror as the verbal argument soon became physical and then still physical but this time with jagged swords added. The small goblin was now missing an arm, and then a head, and the biggest one stabbed the other until only he remained. Elrohir threw down another nearly knocking the big goblin out.
"'Oo was 'at?" the goblin said, now trying to attack the tree that was harboring Elladan, but before anyone could answer his question, an arrow sped through the air and hit him in the middle of his forehead, killing him instantly. Everyone climbed out of the trees. Elladan and Elrohir were still laughing and tears [of mirth] were rolling down their cheeks. El smiled, but Legolas looked a little annoyed.
"Sorry, Legolas, I just could not resist it. They were so dull-witted and they were right there," Elrohir said, pleading his case.
"Their leaders will know someone has passed through this way when none return. That was something I do not wish them to discover; therefore we must make haste now, even more than before." Legolas answered. Elrohir and El walked by his side, and Elladan walked along behind with an elf from Lothlorien.
"We still have another month before we reach Mirkwood. If only there was some way we could reach it quicker," Legolas said, watching a robin land on a bough, cocking its head to the right as if listening to what they were saying.
"Yes. Oh, to have an Eagle!" Elrohir replied dramatically. The little robin darted off through the leaves of the canopy and flew away.
They found a clearing of trees where they decided to rest for the night. Ten of the other elves went on ahead to Mirkwood, six of them went to find firewood, and the other four made dinner.
After they had eaten their waybread and dried fruit, the sleeping bags were set out, and soon they all fell asleep. El closed her eyes and began to dream.
She was walking in a dense forest, and the only light she could see came from a tiny firefly sitting in the palm of her hand. There were worried voices calling, "Gathiel!" all around her. Then, up ahead of her, she saw two black figures glide towards her. "Gathiel," said a female voice bitterly as they came nearer. "Oh sweet spring of southern Mirkwood, where are you?" Another masculine voice added sarcastically as he touched her cheek. El could now see his brown eyes glinting with malice and the lady behind him smirked. He looked her in the eyes, then glanced down at the firefly fluttering in her palm and grinned, he then placed his forefinger and thumb over it, crushing it, and watched the light fade. "Let us see how strong you are with no one by your side."
Ok people, please review other wise I don't know if you are reading, and what's the point of writing it if no one reads it? No, that's not entirely true. I am sort of writing this for my amusement and the amusement or Kaitlin who has the best fic ever and I am never gonna get it that could, but what's the harm in trying?
After their dinner, El fell into a dreamless sleep but woke to the sound of the others getting ready to go. She felt herself being lifted, and then opened her eyes.
"I can walk," she said to Legolas.
"I do not think you will get far before you are weary again, but if you insist." He placed her on her feet.
Elrohir was walking next to him.
"Why did you come to the city?" El asked. " Were you looking for something?"
"Our lands are in a permanent winter. The Haradrim stole something from us of great importance, something that is needed to bring back the spring before all living things die." Elrohir answered sadly. "We are taking you to Mirkwood, which is from where we first set out. Unfortunately, we have not found what we are looking for." He paused. " You must be feeling better; your scars have healed." El looked at her palm; the scar had gone, although she could still feel the coldness of the blade that had cut her.
"I do not remember anything other then being in Harad, not even from whence I came," she sighed.
"You will remember soon enough; we shall be in Mirkwood in two months, for we have covered a great distance with our speed," Legolas said. "After resting there, your memory may come back." El smiled and carried on walking.
The next month passed uneventfully, and soon El was healed. They had walked far and had reached past the mountains that bordered Gondor. El walked beside Elrohir who was enthusiastically telling her about Rivendell, when Legolas stopped suddenly and held out a hand for silence. He signaled for everyone to climb into the trees.
Elrohir and El were perched silently on a sturdy, sweet chestnut bough and Legolas sat on another, his bow aimed at the hoarse voices coming nearer.
"Goblins!" whispered Elrohir into El's ear as three scrawny creatures crawled through the bushes. Elrohir picked one of the nuts from the tree and aimed it at the biggest one's head. It hit it with a 'thunk' and then bounced off onto the other one's. Elrohir was nearly falling off the branch with laughter. El covered her mouth to try and stifle her giggles.
"What was 'at?" The big goblin said as he looked around, " Why'd you do 'at?" he growled at the one next to him.
"No! You 'it me!"
Elrohir signaled to his brother, who then did the same with an acorn, and hit the other on the head.
"Oy! You did 'at, I saw you!" said the one who had not yet spoken. Elrohir threw another nut. So did Elladan, and soon all three goblins were fighting. El watched in horror as the verbal argument soon became physical and then still physical but this time with jagged swords added. The small goblin was now missing an arm, and then a head, and the biggest one stabbed the other until only he remained. Elrohir threw down another nearly knocking the big goblin out.
"'Oo was 'at?" the goblin said, now trying to attack the tree that was harboring Elladan, but before anyone could answer his question, an arrow sped through the air and hit him in the middle of his forehead, killing him instantly. Everyone climbed out of the trees. Elladan and Elrohir were still laughing and tears [of mirth] were rolling down their cheeks. El smiled, but Legolas looked a little annoyed.
"Sorry, Legolas, I just could not resist it. They were so dull-witted and they were right there," Elrohir said, pleading his case.
"Their leaders will know someone has passed through this way when none return. That was something I do not wish them to discover; therefore we must make haste now, even more than before." Legolas answered. Elrohir and El walked by his side, and Elladan walked along behind with an elf from Lothlorien.
"We still have another month before we reach Mirkwood. If only there was some way we could reach it quicker," Legolas said, watching a robin land on a bough, cocking its head to the right as if listening to what they were saying.
"Yes. Oh, to have an Eagle!" Elrohir replied dramatically. The little robin darted off through the leaves of the canopy and flew away.
They found a clearing of trees where they decided to rest for the night. Ten of the other elves went on ahead to Mirkwood, six of them went to find firewood, and the other four made dinner.
After they had eaten their waybread and dried fruit, the sleeping bags were set out, and soon they all fell asleep. El closed her eyes and began to dream.
She was walking in a dense forest, and the only light she could see came from a tiny firefly sitting in the palm of her hand. There were worried voices calling, "Gathiel!" all around her. Then, up ahead of her, she saw two black figures glide towards her. "Gathiel," said a female voice bitterly as they came nearer. "Oh sweet spring of southern Mirkwood, where are you?" Another masculine voice added sarcastically as he touched her cheek. El could now see his brown eyes glinting with malice and the lady behind him smirked. He looked her in the eyes, then glanced down at the firefly fluttering in her palm and grinned, he then placed his forefinger and thumb over it, crushing it, and watched the light fade. "Let us see how strong you are with no one by your side."
Ok people, please review other wise I don't know if you are reading, and what's the point of writing it if no one reads it? No, that's not entirely true. I am sort of writing this for my amusement and the amusement or Kaitlin who has the best fic ever and I am never gonna get it that could, but what's the harm in trying?