Here's chapter 3 hope you are all enjoying it, this is going to be a long
story hopefully full of interesting stuff.
El gasped suddenly and awoke to see two dim shadows looking over her, eyes glinting in the cold moonlight. Startled, she leapt to her feet.
She backed away breathing heavily. She wanted to scream. Who were those people, what did they want from her?
"El, it's me," Legolas said, moving steadily towards her. She turned her gaze to the figure behind him.
"Is she alright? She's shivering- She must have been some vivid dream!" said the voice of Elladan behind him. El relaxed. Thank goodness, the twins were not there!
"El!" Legolas cried, catching her before she fell to the ground again. She lay there limp in his lap, looking up into his worried eyes.
"Haradrim," she whispered. "They are following me."
"It is all right, it was just a dream," he said holding her tightly. "You are safe now; there are no Haradrim here." She drifted back into sleep.
El woke up next to Legolas hearing the consistent snickering of Elladan and Elrohir. Legolas shook his head and smiled at their immaturity. "Ignore them," he said. El laughed and smiled when she caught his gaze. Elladan helped her off the ground, took her hand, kissed it and then bowed low.
"I am forever in your service 'princess'," he said and began to laugh again. His brother joined in, and for the rest of that day they both insisted on referring to El as 'princess'.
By midday El was beginning to ache all over, and the ghosts of last night's dream seemed to be all around her. She tripped on a stone and Elladan, who walked behind her, caught her before she fell.
"It seems the 'princess' is lacking energy. As I am now in her service I must be courteous and offer her a lift." Elladan grinned at Legolas and lifted her easily off the ground , slinging her over his shoulder.
"I don't mind being carried the normal way, but the blood is rushing to my head." Elladan did nothing. "I might be ill," El said again, this time getting an answer, as he quickly turned her around and carried her normally. After all, he was wearing a new tunic. "As her majesty wishes," he said, smiling nervously. Elrohir and Legolas laughed.
It was around sunset when nine winged shadows passed over the golden sun, and flew in circles way above their heads.
"Eagles!" Elladan cried, nearly dropping the sleeping El, waking her up suddenly . The eagles circled closer and closer and then landed just before them in the clearing of trees. All nine of the birds turned their heads to look at the elf of Lothlorien. He stepped forward and bowed low to the grandest of these eagles.
"The Lady of the Golden Wood has sent us, Haldir," the eagle proclaimed to the silver-haired elf now in front of him. "She thought you might enjoy a lift to ease your weary legs, for you have traveled far and have not found what you were looking for." The eagle then turned his gaze to El, "Though I see your journey has not been pointless." He paused as he looked at her. "Come. We must leave now if we are to reach the wood by morning."
The eagle leaned closer to the ground. "Legolas of the Woodland Realm, I believe," He said as Legolas jumped onto his gold and feathery back. "And El, is it not? Come climb onto my back, I shall carry the two of you." The eagle's eyes twinkled in amusement at El's bewildered face.
"He knows my name," El whispered to Legolas.
"The Lord of Eagles is very wise," Legolas replied, as the bird took flight. "He has seen many ages, and he knows many things."
Soon they were high up in the sky, flying over the realm of Rohan, covered in a twinkling frost. Mountains with tips of snow shone like beacons in the pale light of sunset. El leaned closer to the warm body of the eagle and closed her eyes. She felt Legolas grip her from behind.
"Do not worry Legolas," the eagle said. "Never has anyone fallen from the back of Gwaihir the Windlord."
El listened to the sound of the Gwaihir's magnificent wings beat the air around them. Elladan and Elrohir were flying next to them, enjoying the view and talking with the eagle they rode.
"So you have met the Haradrim of the south?" Gwaihir said to El.
"Yes," she replied sleepily, "And I do not wish to meet them again, for they are cruel and barbaric to their own kind."
"The Haradrim of the South thought you were of great importance to them, and they fought hard not to let you go," Legolas said. "We left no warrior alive. The leader would not talk except to say that you were their window to immortality. His last words were that the gods would have been pleased."
"Ah, yes the ways of the Haradrim are strange, like their gods. Their beliefs are far different from ours, and their rituals are wicked. It is lucky Legolas found you, El," Gwaihir said. "Or is it, Legolas, that you were lucky to find her? For it is Spring that you seek, but you do not know where you might find it."
Legolas laughed though sadness was still in his voice. "It is true, my errand was not in vain," he said as he squeezed El's hand, but she had fallen into sleep.
End of chapter 3, I've decided to have lots of smallish chapters, so I can type them quicker and post them quicker, hope you liked the chapter. Please review to tell me what you think about it, or to write down my many grammar errors, that would be really helpful because then I can go change them. Loads 'o' luv the writer I mean author ?.
El gasped suddenly and awoke to see two dim shadows looking over her, eyes glinting in the cold moonlight. Startled, she leapt to her feet.
She backed away breathing heavily. She wanted to scream. Who were those people, what did they want from her?
"El, it's me," Legolas said, moving steadily towards her. She turned her gaze to the figure behind him.
"Is she alright? She's shivering- She must have been some vivid dream!" said the voice of Elladan behind him. El relaxed. Thank goodness, the twins were not there!
"El!" Legolas cried, catching her before she fell to the ground again. She lay there limp in his lap, looking up into his worried eyes.
"Haradrim," she whispered. "They are following me."
"It is all right, it was just a dream," he said holding her tightly. "You are safe now; there are no Haradrim here." She drifted back into sleep.
El woke up next to Legolas hearing the consistent snickering of Elladan and Elrohir. Legolas shook his head and smiled at their immaturity. "Ignore them," he said. El laughed and smiled when she caught his gaze. Elladan helped her off the ground, took her hand, kissed it and then bowed low.
"I am forever in your service 'princess'," he said and began to laugh again. His brother joined in, and for the rest of that day they both insisted on referring to El as 'princess'.
By midday El was beginning to ache all over, and the ghosts of last night's dream seemed to be all around her. She tripped on a stone and Elladan, who walked behind her, caught her before she fell.
"It seems the 'princess' is lacking energy. As I am now in her service I must be courteous and offer her a lift." Elladan grinned at Legolas and lifted her easily off the ground , slinging her over his shoulder.
"I don't mind being carried the normal way, but the blood is rushing to my head." Elladan did nothing. "I might be ill," El said again, this time getting an answer, as he quickly turned her around and carried her normally. After all, he was wearing a new tunic. "As her majesty wishes," he said, smiling nervously. Elrohir and Legolas laughed.
It was around sunset when nine winged shadows passed over the golden sun, and flew in circles way above their heads.
"Eagles!" Elladan cried, nearly dropping the sleeping El, waking her up suddenly . The eagles circled closer and closer and then landed just before them in the clearing of trees. All nine of the birds turned their heads to look at the elf of Lothlorien. He stepped forward and bowed low to the grandest of these eagles.
"The Lady of the Golden Wood has sent us, Haldir," the eagle proclaimed to the silver-haired elf now in front of him. "She thought you might enjoy a lift to ease your weary legs, for you have traveled far and have not found what you were looking for." The eagle then turned his gaze to El, "Though I see your journey has not been pointless." He paused as he looked at her. "Come. We must leave now if we are to reach the wood by morning."
The eagle leaned closer to the ground. "Legolas of the Woodland Realm, I believe," He said as Legolas jumped onto his gold and feathery back. "And El, is it not? Come climb onto my back, I shall carry the two of you." The eagle's eyes twinkled in amusement at El's bewildered face.
"He knows my name," El whispered to Legolas.
"The Lord of Eagles is very wise," Legolas replied, as the bird took flight. "He has seen many ages, and he knows many things."
Soon they were high up in the sky, flying over the realm of Rohan, covered in a twinkling frost. Mountains with tips of snow shone like beacons in the pale light of sunset. El leaned closer to the warm body of the eagle and closed her eyes. She felt Legolas grip her from behind.
"Do not worry Legolas," the eagle said. "Never has anyone fallen from the back of Gwaihir the Windlord."
El listened to the sound of the Gwaihir's magnificent wings beat the air around them. Elladan and Elrohir were flying next to them, enjoying the view and talking with the eagle they rode.
"So you have met the Haradrim of the south?" Gwaihir said to El.
"Yes," she replied sleepily, "And I do not wish to meet them again, for they are cruel and barbaric to their own kind."
"The Haradrim of the South thought you were of great importance to them, and they fought hard not to let you go," Legolas said. "We left no warrior alive. The leader would not talk except to say that you were their window to immortality. His last words were that the gods would have been pleased."
"Ah, yes the ways of the Haradrim are strange, like their gods. Their beliefs are far different from ours, and their rituals are wicked. It is lucky Legolas found you, El," Gwaihir said. "Or is it, Legolas, that you were lucky to find her? For it is Spring that you seek, but you do not know where you might find it."
Legolas laughed though sadness was still in his voice. "It is true, my errand was not in vain," he said as he squeezed El's hand, but she had fallen into sleep.
End of chapter 3, I've decided to have lots of smallish chapters, so I can type them quicker and post them quicker, hope you liked the chapter. Please review to tell me what you think about it, or to write down my many grammar errors, that would be really helpful because then I can go change them. Loads 'o' luv the writer I mean author ?.