Disclaimer/Claimer: I own all but Legolas and his father in this chapter.
The wind picked up as she ran through the trees; a song in a distant language began to whisper through the fresh autumn-colored leaves. She reached the edge of the red barked Withy trees and she quickened her speed until she was the edge of her city's gate.
The gates, with their strong, black metal bars towering over the land in power and might, began to loom closer and closer with each step she took; a smile broke out on her face. As the two figures appeared by the bottom of the gates, she swiftly stuck her hand in the air, signaling them to open the gate. As she passed through the gate she nodded to them before continuing on her way.
With her speed never faulting she finished her journey by halting outside the Lord's palace. "Cy! Cy, come on! They're moving from the south by the Withyladle river! Let's go!"
A few moments went by before she called again. Finally, a young girl came to the window and peered out. Her face lit up once she saw her friend. She held up her hand and disappeared from the window swiftly.
She swiftly ran down the cold white stairs to the marble room. She laid a hand on the cherry wood doors and gently pushed them open the reveal the beautiful scenery she knew as home.
The tall, lush, colored trees cast cool shadows about her feet on the soft ground. The sun shining through the autumn-kissed leaves caused the ground to be shone with crisp reds, gold, oranges, and greens. The sky was completely clear, with a few traces of stars left. The air was fresh and clean, carrying the scent of the Withyladle river.
With the air about her feet and blowing through her long crimson hair she picked up her speed and met with her friend in the courtyard. As soon as they met up they embarked on their journey.
Her long brown hair rippled behind her as she ran with her friend to the river. Autumn was closing in, and her hair highlighted with silver. A quick laugh sounded from the two girls as they reached the river.
The soft sound of horses heading their way sounded from over the hill in the distance. The wind carried the voices over the hill, past the trees, across the river, and to their ears.
"Must we pass through these woods? You have heard about what dwells in these trees; how can you be sure that we can pass through safely?"
"I do not know if we will pass safely, but I have heard the stories about these woods. Truthfully, son, I do not believe it. These stories about fair elven people living in a perfect community is all rubbish. All stories made up by Rangers who have no other stories to entertain strangers, so they make up these people. It is all nonsense."
From there, the conversation died down. Although they stopped talking, they did not stop coming. The two girls hid behind the trees, peering around to see these people who, according to their lord, were trespassing.
They rode over the hill into view, showing no signs of pausing. The two girls swiftly looked at each other, then put their silently agreed-on plan under action. They both silently jumped up and grabbed the bottom branch and pulled themselves up. They hid in the trees' branches behind the leaves.
The riders were soon upon the ground under the trees they hid in. As if they sensed something different about the air, both halted under the trees, wondering what could possibly be giving them these feelings.
Esilion stole a look at Cybelle, a smile hidden on her lips. She gave a slight wink and quietly stood up on the bough. She outstretched her slender, delicate, yet strong arms and reached for the bough above her head. She grabbed it tightly, her long elegant fingers holding strongly to the bark. With a small jump she pulled herself up to the above bough; leaves of all colors fell to the forest floor, as was intended.
Legolas looked up quickly at the sound of falling leaves. His elven eyes searched the trees in search of what caused the noise. He saw, however, only the leaves moving slightly with the wind.
"Legolas, my son, I think it best if we continue on. We still have a long journey that lie ahead of us."
Legolas turned his attention back to the road. They pushed on, but Legolas could not help but take one last look back before he let it go completely: for now.
The wind picked up as she ran through the trees; a song in a distant language began to whisper through the fresh autumn-colored leaves. She reached the edge of the red barked Withy trees and she quickened her speed until she was the edge of her city's gate.
The gates, with their strong, black metal bars towering over the land in power and might, began to loom closer and closer with each step she took; a smile broke out on her face. As the two figures appeared by the bottom of the gates, she swiftly stuck her hand in the air, signaling them to open the gate. As she passed through the gate she nodded to them before continuing on her way.
With her speed never faulting she finished her journey by halting outside the Lord's palace. "Cy! Cy, come on! They're moving from the south by the Withyladle river! Let's go!"
A few moments went by before she called again. Finally, a young girl came to the window and peered out. Her face lit up once she saw her friend. She held up her hand and disappeared from the window swiftly.
She swiftly ran down the cold white stairs to the marble room. She laid a hand on the cherry wood doors and gently pushed them open the reveal the beautiful scenery she knew as home.
The tall, lush, colored trees cast cool shadows about her feet on the soft ground. The sun shining through the autumn-kissed leaves caused the ground to be shone with crisp reds, gold, oranges, and greens. The sky was completely clear, with a few traces of stars left. The air was fresh and clean, carrying the scent of the Withyladle river.
With the air about her feet and blowing through her long crimson hair she picked up her speed and met with her friend in the courtyard. As soon as they met up they embarked on their journey.
Her long brown hair rippled behind her as she ran with her friend to the river. Autumn was closing in, and her hair highlighted with silver. A quick laugh sounded from the two girls as they reached the river.
The soft sound of horses heading their way sounded from over the hill in the distance. The wind carried the voices over the hill, past the trees, across the river, and to their ears.
"Must we pass through these woods? You have heard about what dwells in these trees; how can you be sure that we can pass through safely?"
"I do not know if we will pass safely, but I have heard the stories about these woods. Truthfully, son, I do not believe it. These stories about fair elven people living in a perfect community is all rubbish. All stories made up by Rangers who have no other stories to entertain strangers, so they make up these people. It is all nonsense."
From there, the conversation died down. Although they stopped talking, they did not stop coming. The two girls hid behind the trees, peering around to see these people who, according to their lord, were trespassing.
They rode over the hill into view, showing no signs of pausing. The two girls swiftly looked at each other, then put their silently agreed-on plan under action. They both silently jumped up and grabbed the bottom branch and pulled themselves up. They hid in the trees' branches behind the leaves.
The riders were soon upon the ground under the trees they hid in. As if they sensed something different about the air, both halted under the trees, wondering what could possibly be giving them these feelings.
Esilion stole a look at Cybelle, a smile hidden on her lips. She gave a slight wink and quietly stood up on the bough. She outstretched her slender, delicate, yet strong arms and reached for the bough above her head. She grabbed it tightly, her long elegant fingers holding strongly to the bark. With a small jump she pulled herself up to the above bough; leaves of all colors fell to the forest floor, as was intended.
Legolas looked up quickly at the sound of falling leaves. His elven eyes searched the trees in search of what caused the noise. He saw, however, only the leaves moving slightly with the wind.
"Legolas, my son, I think it best if we continue on. We still have a long journey that lie ahead of us."
Legolas turned his attention back to the road. They pushed on, but Legolas could not help but take one last look back before he let it go completely: for now.