Chapter Nine
Chosen Roads
"Legolas, what is the road you would choose for my heart is not helping me?" Carangil asked as he sat down besides the young prince that had become his friend over the past month and a half.
"I would choose the path of the most humble, for that is what the Valar look for if my father is correct," he said in reply.
"But what is more humble, laying down the sword and being exiled or taking it up and being peaceful? One is humiliation and the other is living a normal life," Carangil said.
"The Valar love humility, but humiliation is not high on their list of liking. My personal choice would be keeping the sword, but that is my opinion," said the prince.
"But the sword is against everything the Valar are for. The Doom of Mandos rang in my mind for a millennia and I still remember it constantly. I will do what I must but I need time to think by myself," he said standing up and walking towards the guesthouses.
He saw many faces follow his track and new all were awaiting his decision. He knew then what he must do. He sought out the Lord Celeborn to talk with. He found him standing above the city on his flet high up in the trees. Their conversation lasted late into the night. The shadow elves came into the city during their conversation and the Lady Galadriel joined in the talk to help her friend that she had known for so long. That night his choice was made.
The next day he prepared all that needed to be and went to the guesthouse of the princes.
"Lord Carangil, what a lovely surprise. I suspected you would never come out of that house with your wife being here and all," said Elrohir in a playful manner.
"I thought you knew better than to make fun of an Eldar," said Carangil in reply.
"Has you decision been made?" asked Legolas. "Yes I have, and I have gifts for each of you for that is why I have come," was the reply.
"What did you bring us that is so small? Lembas?" said Elladan playfully.
"No, I have brought my weapons. I give to you Elladan, my bow crafted by the craftsmen of Gondolin. To you Elrohir I give my sword, crafted in Gondolin also. Legolas, to you I give my twin white knives, crafted in Valinor as a gift for reasons unknown to you," he said handing each his appointed gift as each stared at the beauty of it all.
"So you have chosen the road of exile?" said Legolas.
"I have not chose that road, the road of the sword is the road I am now on. It is for many reasons I gave to you my weapons. Too many to state," came the reply.
For the rest of the day they sat and talked about life and many other things until sundown when a knock came at the door before Haldir opened it along with his brothers.
"My Lords, you are invited to a feast in the White Hall, invite only," he said as He bowed.
"We are no Lords, Lord Haldir, but we will come, I am starving," said Elrohir.
"Ok, come with me," he said leading them into the Mallorn and up into the trees.
Chosen Roads
"Legolas, what is the road you would choose for my heart is not helping me?" Carangil asked as he sat down besides the young prince that had become his friend over the past month and a half.
"I would choose the path of the most humble, for that is what the Valar look for if my father is correct," he said in reply.
"But what is more humble, laying down the sword and being exiled or taking it up and being peaceful? One is humiliation and the other is living a normal life," Carangil said.
"The Valar love humility, but humiliation is not high on their list of liking. My personal choice would be keeping the sword, but that is my opinion," said the prince.
"But the sword is against everything the Valar are for. The Doom of Mandos rang in my mind for a millennia and I still remember it constantly. I will do what I must but I need time to think by myself," he said standing up and walking towards the guesthouses.
He saw many faces follow his track and new all were awaiting his decision. He knew then what he must do. He sought out the Lord Celeborn to talk with. He found him standing above the city on his flet high up in the trees. Their conversation lasted late into the night. The shadow elves came into the city during their conversation and the Lady Galadriel joined in the talk to help her friend that she had known for so long. That night his choice was made.
The next day he prepared all that needed to be and went to the guesthouse of the princes.
"Lord Carangil, what a lovely surprise. I suspected you would never come out of that house with your wife being here and all," said Elrohir in a playful manner.
"I thought you knew better than to make fun of an Eldar," said Carangil in reply.
"Has you decision been made?" asked Legolas. "Yes I have, and I have gifts for each of you for that is why I have come," was the reply.
"What did you bring us that is so small? Lembas?" said Elladan playfully.
"No, I have brought my weapons. I give to you Elladan, my bow crafted by the craftsmen of Gondolin. To you Elrohir I give my sword, crafted in Gondolin also. Legolas, to you I give my twin white knives, crafted in Valinor as a gift for reasons unknown to you," he said handing each his appointed gift as each stared at the beauty of it all.
"So you have chosen the road of exile?" said Legolas.
"I have not chose that road, the road of the sword is the road I am now on. It is for many reasons I gave to you my weapons. Too many to state," came the reply.
For the rest of the day they sat and talked about life and many other things until sundown when a knock came at the door before Haldir opened it along with his brothers.
"My Lords, you are invited to a feast in the White Hall, invite only," he said as He bowed.
"We are no Lords, Lord Haldir, but we will come, I am starving," said Elrohir.
"Ok, come with me," he said leading them into the Mallorn and up into the trees.