Disclaimer: If I owned Lotr I would be very proud. But in my sad life, I
will probably never write as well as Mr. Tolkien did. Way to go. Anyhow,
the point of this disclaimer is to say this: I do not own Lotr. There I
have said it.
Chapter 5- When Sparks Fly
The next dawn was beautiful. Everyone was awake to witness it for none had had a well rest the previous evening. Legolas had coaxed everyone into the parlor for a vital discussion. Gloom was a thick as fog after a summer's rain shower, but the sadness Legolas felt in the room was even greater.
"Last night was restless for us all. I am deeply in dept for the pain I have caused you in my home. You came to Icira and myself for an answer to a most dreadful problem and now..." His words were lost from thought. His mind was drawing a blank. "... and now... instead of finding a solution we have seemed to have created even more serious and dreadful problems." The words felt unreal flowing from his mouth, as if another were saying them for him.
Yet he knew that neither he could escape the fact of reality, much less try to make the circumstances any lighter by holding back on either emotions nor could he lie to those he held closely to his heart. Taking a shaky breath he rambled on, desperate to keep them alive in spirit. "There are as you have most likely already figured, we have 3 choices. One: we fail and in doing so, we let our children down and future races to come. That cannot be an ending. We must strive to one unreachable goal until we in fact do reach it. Two: We reclaim our them and there for stop whatever is to come. Without their deaths, the plot this villain believes he will complete will never be.""
At this point he had to stop for he feared that no one could understand him from the earthquake in which his voice was. Tears prickled at the corners of his eyes and he lifted a heavy arm to wipe them away. "What is the third?" Frodo's voice seemed to take forever to reach Legolas's own ears. "Three: We die. If this is to come, all we have hoped for will be in vain." Legolas closed his eyes from the faces of his friends. Never could he be able to stare them in the eyes and tell them that this third outcome would never be. Not when they were so sullen and clouded over, not now.
"Where is Robin?" Rain asked, still pacing. Icira handed the young hobbit a mug of liquid. "Rain, dear, rest, drink this. Do not fret so. Robin is outside, still with Merry. I am certain, you will need your strength, we all will." Lilly lifted her tired eyelids to Icira. "May I ask what you are speaking of?"
"I sent word to the remaining Fellowship members" Legolas spoke again. "Once long ago, we helped each other in times of need. Hopefully once again, we may have the luck to continue that bond. We may once again, defeat Evil." Frodo yawned. "What are doing?" "We are going to Rivendel" Icira declared.
* * *
Merry was alive! Robin could have floated away to the Heavens if not for the need to hug him. "Robbi" he croaked. Robin put a finger on his lips. "Do not talk. I am here" she mused. "Just think of walking"
The footsteps of her friends were the only barrier that stopped her from walking. "Merry is alive?" Rain asked with glee. Robin breathed in deeply the scent of breakfast cooking. Shaking her head, Icira pried Merry from Robin's arms and laid him upon a nearby sofa then rushed to find a bit of Kika soup. Kika soup was made from the pollen of Kika flowers and crushed with other medications into a healing water for the broth. Kika's helped slow infection and reduce coughing. It was much more tasty then normal medicine and served as a full meal.
"Merry is alive?" Lilly asked, knitting her brows. "What happened?" The other Hobbits looked at each other. Their story shocked Lilly. "Why did you not tell me at once?" she demanded. "I couldn't worry you more then you already are and were. Lilly, I know how you would have reacted, you would have tried to comfort me instead of yourself." Lilly sighed. 'At least I know now' she thought. Robin was right. She did care more about her family and friends then of herself, yet nothing could be valued more. Still...
* * *
Analia didn't understand it. Why could she not break the rope bonds? Every time she had been tied in her studies, she had escaped. Now this thin rope was giving her doubts. The more she struggled and fidgeted the deeper it cut into her skin. Was it enchanted? No. She would have been able to feel that.
Sighing, she looked over at Endrile, who had not stopped crying since they had left. Poor thing. So young, so frightened. Analia herself was starting to get scared. Why had their captors taken and where was their final destination?
Weariness soon overcame, first her body and shortly after, her mind as well. Endrile's rhythmic sobbing helped her drift into a dreamless sleep. Even Endile grew tired and fell into blackness.
* * *
"Wow, Rivendel!" Robin exclaimed at the abandoned city's beauty. After weeks of crossing the secret passageways in the Misty Mountains they had finally reached the Elven City. "It has been many seasons" Legolas murmured to himself. As the carriage drew nearer to the empty city a group of different cultures rushed forward. Legolas, Frodo, Pippin and even Merry jumped off the still moving wagon to greet their old friends.
Introductions were made quickly because they would be leaving in the morning. Arwen gasped. "That is terrible!" She had just heard of their worries for the first time. She smiled and patted her bulging stomach. Plans were quickly to start out on foot--- at dawn.
* * *
Rain made her way across the shallow stream that flowed on the east side of Rivendell. She found the winding path carved into the earth by generations of use led to a small clearing.
She sat atop a rock, thinking endlessly about the problems she was faced with. Before she knew it, the afternoon sky turned dark and the stars were beginning to twinkle overhead.
A soft footstep was heard. Rain turned. "Who's there?" she yelled. "Relax, it is Arwen. Do you not remember me?" Rain calmed down a little. "What are you doing here?" Arewn heaved herself up onto the rock. Rain was startled. "I, well, I came here to think" "How did you find this clearing?" Arwen asked.
Rain gave Arwen a quizzical stare before answering. She was sure that the brown-haired woman beside would ask her WHAT she was thinking.
Finally she said, "I really do not know. I was wishing for a place to be alone where none would follow. It is awfully hard to find quite places to be alone in The Shire." Arwen shook her head. She understood. Laying back to gaze at the stars, Arwen laughed. "What?" Rain mused also lying back. "I do not need to know your private thoughts. If you had wanted to say them you would have already." "How- how did you know?" Rain asked, closing her eyes a strong wind picked up.
Arwen spoke when the wind had passed. "I may have married Aragorn but not all of my Elven qualities have deserted me." Rain opened her eyes and knit her brows. Then her eyes fell on Arwen's slightly pointed ears and the shine of wisdom in her eyes.
They were silent for a while until Arwen went to climb down from the rock. She stopped herself. "Rain, you must not follow the entire path of your mother. Tread your own." She lightly fell to the ground and disappeared from sight in the darkened woods.
* * *
Arwen silently slipped past the Fire Room where everyone else was deeply in a discussion, a large fire played in the hearth.
She ascended the stairway almost soundlessly and entered Elronds chambers. The snow-white carpet was still soft and fluffy under her fair feet. The breeze from the open window caught her hair.
She walked to the windowsill and rested her head on the pillow lying there. Her mind was ready to have her sleep but she was not ready to let it. Problems of her own tumbled to the front of her mind, tossing her brain into confusion.
Rain's squabbles and feelings were so easy to read and think of wise words for comfort, so, why could she not be rid of her own complications? 'Had she made the right choice by staying in Middle Earth with Aragorn?' She did love him very much and told him this often. Although, she did missed her father. A tad bit more then usual lately.
' Was it the wisest choice to marry him, forsaking my immortality and bear this child? What sort of life would he/she lead, knowing his/her past?' She sighed. It was deep, within, long and filled with a sort of sadness. Why did she suddenly feel this way?
* * *
"The Grassy Plains" the Urak-Hai Leader breathed. Beyond the Plains, Orthanc lay forbidden and ashy. Smoke rose from the kindled fire pits below.
"Don't get homesick now, boys" the Boss barked at the on-looking Uraks. "We still have many miles until we reach The Place." The children were thrown together by a tree, the only tree it seemed in the whole vicinity of the Plains. "Remember your captives faces. I have thought long enough about which should go with which group." The Boss's voice chilled the fires that were being built.
As the Boss walked away the children bunched together crying softly within in their tight circles. The two Elven children did not join in the sobbing, nor did they shed a tear. They had more important things to think about. They did rejoice, no doubt but in their own ways.
Analia and Faorie talked quietly among themselves. "Se lintumma tultaui Amil ar Atar."(We must contact Mother and Father) Analia spoke, getting right to the point.
Faorie nodded and with his bound hands pulled from under his shirt, a clear blue pendent. Analia struggled to grasp her pink pendent from under her dress.
Together the Greenleaves focused all of their positive energy to the jewels. The jewels grew brighter and warmer as they thought. The spell they said was much advanced in their status which was only Lord and Lady of Mirkwood but with every once of hope they wished this magic would reach its destination. "Tenalye I oma, Cundu ar Aranel te Mirkwood ar ist se neviela trevle" (Hear our voices Prince and Princess of Mirkwood and know that we are alive)
Sparks and warm waves erupted into the sky and danced above the Elflings. The two stood memorized by what they had just done. "Go" Analia whispered. "Lelya" Faorie spoke the translation to the sparks of magic. Trillions of pink and blue specks rushed into the night.
"Man uva yerna te me no Amil ar Atar kyar un faintu I tutla?" (What will become of us if mother and father do not receive our summon?) Faorie wondered. "Kila un ulo sina, ten sina, na I aldu nna reenali onu sie mellona" ( Do not worry now, for now, is the time to speak with our friends) Analia reassured her little brother.
When they turned they found the Hobbits were looking at them with stares of amazement. "How did you do that?" Sikando gasped, in a whisper. "That is exactly what I would like to find out." A cold voice rang out against the whispers. The Elves turned and stared up in the Boss's cold eyes.
* * *
When Lilly awoke the next day, it was nearly noon. She had not slept that long since she was a child. 'The stress must really be getting to me' she thought as she dragged her tired body to the kitchen were everyone sat, eating a small lunch.
"Were we not going to start out-" she was cut off by Aragorn. "This morning?" Lilly nodded. "We have had a small change of plans" Aragorn kept talking as Lilly sat down, still weary from her extra sleep.
"Change of plans?" Rain blurted out. This sudden burst of words brought Lilly into the conversation more closely. She repeated Rain's words. Aragorn smiled. "Nothing of any more worse circumstances then what has already befallen you" Frodo set a plate of apples, Lembas, ham and peaches in front of her and kissed her cheek. As he did he whispered. "This is not to worry you, Lilac, but Legolas believes someone is in the Realm of Rivendell with no intention of goodness." He planted another kiss on her forehead and followed Legolas out into the front woods.
Lilly smiled. Lilac was a name Frodo did not call her often. He used it in times that he knew she needed inspiration and guidance. Just something about the nickname from his lips and said in his voice made her smile. Sighing she turned to her plate.
* * *
The blonde haired elf was jolted awake. Evil was nearby, she could sense it, but also more Elves. 'Mother?' her first thought was. Then she remembered. Her mother cared nothing about her, least of all now.
She listened and felt hatred. "Greenleaf's" her eyes blazed. How she hated the Royal's of Mirkwood.
Picking her way thorough the overgrown Kika fruit bushes she followed the path of new magic energy.
What she saw made her want to rejoice and scream at the same time. In the open field, Analia and Faorie were bound next to a lonely tree, unable to escape.
An idea began to form in her mind; she was so deep in thought that she did not notice the shadow looming behind her.
* * *
The Mirkwood Elves were under attack. The Spiders had returned and the Royal's still had not been see for 3 moons now.
The Spiritual energy was fading from the lack of the Resting of the Ceremony. For miles, green venom hung from the now bare trees and they sizzled and popped.
The Elves would not begin to fight yet for they knew that the Spiders would not enclose the Forest until more had come back. As each day passed more and more Spiders were spotted at the Borders.
The Elves began to feel a sense of hopelessness. If Legolas and Icira did not return with Ana and 'Orie, they would not live to finish the Second War.
Hey! Hope you all would like to Review at this point (or hopefully for some of you again). I Promise that I will update soon. Keep checking with me....maybe if I am bugged enough, I will have ch. 6 up before the end of next month LOL.
Ruby
Chapter 5- When Sparks Fly
The next dawn was beautiful. Everyone was awake to witness it for none had had a well rest the previous evening. Legolas had coaxed everyone into the parlor for a vital discussion. Gloom was a thick as fog after a summer's rain shower, but the sadness Legolas felt in the room was even greater.
"Last night was restless for us all. I am deeply in dept for the pain I have caused you in my home. You came to Icira and myself for an answer to a most dreadful problem and now..." His words were lost from thought. His mind was drawing a blank. "... and now... instead of finding a solution we have seemed to have created even more serious and dreadful problems." The words felt unreal flowing from his mouth, as if another were saying them for him.
Yet he knew that neither he could escape the fact of reality, much less try to make the circumstances any lighter by holding back on either emotions nor could he lie to those he held closely to his heart. Taking a shaky breath he rambled on, desperate to keep them alive in spirit. "There are as you have most likely already figured, we have 3 choices. One: we fail and in doing so, we let our children down and future races to come. That cannot be an ending. We must strive to one unreachable goal until we in fact do reach it. Two: We reclaim our them and there for stop whatever is to come. Without their deaths, the plot this villain believes he will complete will never be.""
At this point he had to stop for he feared that no one could understand him from the earthquake in which his voice was. Tears prickled at the corners of his eyes and he lifted a heavy arm to wipe them away. "What is the third?" Frodo's voice seemed to take forever to reach Legolas's own ears. "Three: We die. If this is to come, all we have hoped for will be in vain." Legolas closed his eyes from the faces of his friends. Never could he be able to stare them in the eyes and tell them that this third outcome would never be. Not when they were so sullen and clouded over, not now.
"Where is Robin?" Rain asked, still pacing. Icira handed the young hobbit a mug of liquid. "Rain, dear, rest, drink this. Do not fret so. Robin is outside, still with Merry. I am certain, you will need your strength, we all will." Lilly lifted her tired eyelids to Icira. "May I ask what you are speaking of?"
"I sent word to the remaining Fellowship members" Legolas spoke again. "Once long ago, we helped each other in times of need. Hopefully once again, we may have the luck to continue that bond. We may once again, defeat Evil." Frodo yawned. "What are doing?" "We are going to Rivendel" Icira declared.
* * *
Merry was alive! Robin could have floated away to the Heavens if not for the need to hug him. "Robbi" he croaked. Robin put a finger on his lips. "Do not talk. I am here" she mused. "Just think of walking"
The footsteps of her friends were the only barrier that stopped her from walking. "Merry is alive?" Rain asked with glee. Robin breathed in deeply the scent of breakfast cooking. Shaking her head, Icira pried Merry from Robin's arms and laid him upon a nearby sofa then rushed to find a bit of Kika soup. Kika soup was made from the pollen of Kika flowers and crushed with other medications into a healing water for the broth. Kika's helped slow infection and reduce coughing. It was much more tasty then normal medicine and served as a full meal.
"Merry is alive?" Lilly asked, knitting her brows. "What happened?" The other Hobbits looked at each other. Their story shocked Lilly. "Why did you not tell me at once?" she demanded. "I couldn't worry you more then you already are and were. Lilly, I know how you would have reacted, you would have tried to comfort me instead of yourself." Lilly sighed. 'At least I know now' she thought. Robin was right. She did care more about her family and friends then of herself, yet nothing could be valued more. Still...
* * *
Analia didn't understand it. Why could she not break the rope bonds? Every time she had been tied in her studies, she had escaped. Now this thin rope was giving her doubts. The more she struggled and fidgeted the deeper it cut into her skin. Was it enchanted? No. She would have been able to feel that.
Sighing, she looked over at Endrile, who had not stopped crying since they had left. Poor thing. So young, so frightened. Analia herself was starting to get scared. Why had their captors taken and where was their final destination?
Weariness soon overcame, first her body and shortly after, her mind as well. Endrile's rhythmic sobbing helped her drift into a dreamless sleep. Even Endile grew tired and fell into blackness.
* * *
"Wow, Rivendel!" Robin exclaimed at the abandoned city's beauty. After weeks of crossing the secret passageways in the Misty Mountains they had finally reached the Elven City. "It has been many seasons" Legolas murmured to himself. As the carriage drew nearer to the empty city a group of different cultures rushed forward. Legolas, Frodo, Pippin and even Merry jumped off the still moving wagon to greet their old friends.
Introductions were made quickly because they would be leaving in the morning. Arwen gasped. "That is terrible!" She had just heard of their worries for the first time. She smiled and patted her bulging stomach. Plans were quickly to start out on foot--- at dawn.
* * *
Rain made her way across the shallow stream that flowed on the east side of Rivendell. She found the winding path carved into the earth by generations of use led to a small clearing.
She sat atop a rock, thinking endlessly about the problems she was faced with. Before she knew it, the afternoon sky turned dark and the stars were beginning to twinkle overhead.
A soft footstep was heard. Rain turned. "Who's there?" she yelled. "Relax, it is Arwen. Do you not remember me?" Rain calmed down a little. "What are you doing here?" Arewn heaved herself up onto the rock. Rain was startled. "I, well, I came here to think" "How did you find this clearing?" Arwen asked.
Rain gave Arwen a quizzical stare before answering. She was sure that the brown-haired woman beside would ask her WHAT she was thinking.
Finally she said, "I really do not know. I was wishing for a place to be alone where none would follow. It is awfully hard to find quite places to be alone in The Shire." Arwen shook her head. She understood. Laying back to gaze at the stars, Arwen laughed. "What?" Rain mused also lying back. "I do not need to know your private thoughts. If you had wanted to say them you would have already." "How- how did you know?" Rain asked, closing her eyes a strong wind picked up.
Arwen spoke when the wind had passed. "I may have married Aragorn but not all of my Elven qualities have deserted me." Rain opened her eyes and knit her brows. Then her eyes fell on Arwen's slightly pointed ears and the shine of wisdom in her eyes.
They were silent for a while until Arwen went to climb down from the rock. She stopped herself. "Rain, you must not follow the entire path of your mother. Tread your own." She lightly fell to the ground and disappeared from sight in the darkened woods.
* * *
Arwen silently slipped past the Fire Room where everyone else was deeply in a discussion, a large fire played in the hearth.
She ascended the stairway almost soundlessly and entered Elronds chambers. The snow-white carpet was still soft and fluffy under her fair feet. The breeze from the open window caught her hair.
She walked to the windowsill and rested her head on the pillow lying there. Her mind was ready to have her sleep but she was not ready to let it. Problems of her own tumbled to the front of her mind, tossing her brain into confusion.
Rain's squabbles and feelings were so easy to read and think of wise words for comfort, so, why could she not be rid of her own complications? 'Had she made the right choice by staying in Middle Earth with Aragorn?' She did love him very much and told him this often. Although, she did missed her father. A tad bit more then usual lately.
' Was it the wisest choice to marry him, forsaking my immortality and bear this child? What sort of life would he/she lead, knowing his/her past?' She sighed. It was deep, within, long and filled with a sort of sadness. Why did she suddenly feel this way?
* * *
"The Grassy Plains" the Urak-Hai Leader breathed. Beyond the Plains, Orthanc lay forbidden and ashy. Smoke rose from the kindled fire pits below.
"Don't get homesick now, boys" the Boss barked at the on-looking Uraks. "We still have many miles until we reach The Place." The children were thrown together by a tree, the only tree it seemed in the whole vicinity of the Plains. "Remember your captives faces. I have thought long enough about which should go with which group." The Boss's voice chilled the fires that were being built.
As the Boss walked away the children bunched together crying softly within in their tight circles. The two Elven children did not join in the sobbing, nor did they shed a tear. They had more important things to think about. They did rejoice, no doubt but in their own ways.
Analia and Faorie talked quietly among themselves. "Se lintumma tultaui Amil ar Atar."(We must contact Mother and Father) Analia spoke, getting right to the point.
Faorie nodded and with his bound hands pulled from under his shirt, a clear blue pendent. Analia struggled to grasp her pink pendent from under her dress.
Together the Greenleaves focused all of their positive energy to the jewels. The jewels grew brighter and warmer as they thought. The spell they said was much advanced in their status which was only Lord and Lady of Mirkwood but with every once of hope they wished this magic would reach its destination. "Tenalye I oma, Cundu ar Aranel te Mirkwood ar ist se neviela trevle" (Hear our voices Prince and Princess of Mirkwood and know that we are alive)
Sparks and warm waves erupted into the sky and danced above the Elflings. The two stood memorized by what they had just done. "Go" Analia whispered. "Lelya" Faorie spoke the translation to the sparks of magic. Trillions of pink and blue specks rushed into the night.
"Man uva yerna te me no Amil ar Atar kyar un faintu I tutla?" (What will become of us if mother and father do not receive our summon?) Faorie wondered. "Kila un ulo sina, ten sina, na I aldu nna reenali onu sie mellona" ( Do not worry now, for now, is the time to speak with our friends) Analia reassured her little brother.
When they turned they found the Hobbits were looking at them with stares of amazement. "How did you do that?" Sikando gasped, in a whisper. "That is exactly what I would like to find out." A cold voice rang out against the whispers. The Elves turned and stared up in the Boss's cold eyes.
* * *
When Lilly awoke the next day, it was nearly noon. She had not slept that long since she was a child. 'The stress must really be getting to me' she thought as she dragged her tired body to the kitchen were everyone sat, eating a small lunch.
"Were we not going to start out-" she was cut off by Aragorn. "This morning?" Lilly nodded. "We have had a small change of plans" Aragorn kept talking as Lilly sat down, still weary from her extra sleep.
"Change of plans?" Rain blurted out. This sudden burst of words brought Lilly into the conversation more closely. She repeated Rain's words. Aragorn smiled. "Nothing of any more worse circumstances then what has already befallen you" Frodo set a plate of apples, Lembas, ham and peaches in front of her and kissed her cheek. As he did he whispered. "This is not to worry you, Lilac, but Legolas believes someone is in the Realm of Rivendell with no intention of goodness." He planted another kiss on her forehead and followed Legolas out into the front woods.
Lilly smiled. Lilac was a name Frodo did not call her often. He used it in times that he knew she needed inspiration and guidance. Just something about the nickname from his lips and said in his voice made her smile. Sighing she turned to her plate.
* * *
The blonde haired elf was jolted awake. Evil was nearby, she could sense it, but also more Elves. 'Mother?' her first thought was. Then she remembered. Her mother cared nothing about her, least of all now.
She listened and felt hatred. "Greenleaf's" her eyes blazed. How she hated the Royal's of Mirkwood.
Picking her way thorough the overgrown Kika fruit bushes she followed the path of new magic energy.
What she saw made her want to rejoice and scream at the same time. In the open field, Analia and Faorie were bound next to a lonely tree, unable to escape.
An idea began to form in her mind; she was so deep in thought that she did not notice the shadow looming behind her.
* * *
The Mirkwood Elves were under attack. The Spiders had returned and the Royal's still had not been see for 3 moons now.
The Spiritual energy was fading from the lack of the Resting of the Ceremony. For miles, green venom hung from the now bare trees and they sizzled and popped.
The Elves would not begin to fight yet for they knew that the Spiders would not enclose the Forest until more had come back. As each day passed more and more Spiders were spotted at the Borders.
The Elves began to feel a sense of hopelessness. If Legolas and Icira did not return with Ana and 'Orie, they would not live to finish the Second War.
Hey! Hope you all would like to Review at this point (or hopefully for some of you again). I Promise that I will update soon. Keep checking with me....maybe if I am bugged enough, I will have ch. 6 up before the end of next month LOL.
Ruby