Chapter Four
A Shadow Elf
"Strangers, who are you and why do you come to our home?" asked the lead one.
"I am Carangil, Lord of the House of the Golden Flower. This is Legolas, prince of Mirkwood. These two are the sons of Lord Elrond of Imladris. We are journeying to Lothlorien to speak with old friends. I may ask why you call this region of Hollin your home and who you are?" replied Carangil.
"I am Darren, leader of the Jukin Sept. We have inhabited this region for many years now, we call it by a different name though, it is the land of Farlorn, the leader of our tribes and septs who died years ago fighting a great golden haired warrior that looks like him," he said pointing at Legolas.
"I, Lord Darren, have never been this way before. I have always come by different means from Mirkwood my home," Legolas replied calmly.
"I trust your word because you are true at your heart. But I still say he looked like you and was much older," he said.
' Carangil, my cousin Haldir could have done it,' Legolas said telepathically.
' Yes, but keep that quiet,' he responded.
"If this conversation you are holding is so interesting please share," said Darren.
"We were not talking," replied Carangil.
"Just because you have seen the light of the trees and have lived in the greatest cities this world has ever seen does not make you better than us!" shouted the one on the left who had not spoken.
"What do you know of it? Did you see the slaughtering at Alqualonde? Did you see the fall of Gondolin? Did you see the death of your own wife at the hands of an enemy you couldn't attack? What makes you think you have the right to order us around and treat us like dogs when we are truly better than you will ever be!" shouted Carangil whose anger had just burst from the depths of his soul.
All drew back as a red glow that had been forming around him and the glow of silver and gold from his weapons blended and became a beautiful color that would never be seen again and it drew into him and his eyes shot open.
A Shadow Elf
"Strangers, who are you and why do you come to our home?" asked the lead one.
"I am Carangil, Lord of the House of the Golden Flower. This is Legolas, prince of Mirkwood. These two are the sons of Lord Elrond of Imladris. We are journeying to Lothlorien to speak with old friends. I may ask why you call this region of Hollin your home and who you are?" replied Carangil.
"I am Darren, leader of the Jukin Sept. We have inhabited this region for many years now, we call it by a different name though, it is the land of Farlorn, the leader of our tribes and septs who died years ago fighting a great golden haired warrior that looks like him," he said pointing at Legolas.
"I, Lord Darren, have never been this way before. I have always come by different means from Mirkwood my home," Legolas replied calmly.
"I trust your word because you are true at your heart. But I still say he looked like you and was much older," he said.
' Carangil, my cousin Haldir could have done it,' Legolas said telepathically.
' Yes, but keep that quiet,' he responded.
"If this conversation you are holding is so interesting please share," said Darren.
"We were not talking," replied Carangil.
"Just because you have seen the light of the trees and have lived in the greatest cities this world has ever seen does not make you better than us!" shouted the one on the left who had not spoken.
"What do you know of it? Did you see the slaughtering at Alqualonde? Did you see the fall of Gondolin? Did you see the death of your own wife at the hands of an enemy you couldn't attack? What makes you think you have the right to order us around and treat us like dogs when we are truly better than you will ever be!" shouted Carangil whose anger had just burst from the depths of his soul.
All drew back as a red glow that had been forming around him and the glow of silver and gold from his weapons blended and became a beautiful color that would never be seen again and it drew into him and his eyes shot open.