Chapter Three
"If he will take no company, he must at least be armed with the cage." Boromir said reluctantly.
Legolas had recovered his old strength, and was now feeling quite good about the whole mission.
The ruins of Malir Sul were but twenty leagues northeast of Rivendell. He'd be backtracking, yes, but his destination was just inside the forest of Mirkwood, and several good parties were something he could look forward to along with the riddance of the horrible young women.
The fact that he was exempted from the Fellowship was a bit depressing, but he knew it was for a greater cause. On second thoughts, perhaps saving the world was more important than scouring it of the demonic women.
With forgotten gusto, Legolas finished packing his bag, and climbed to his feet. The rest of the fellowship, save Gandalf, of course, were there to see him off.
On Legolas's request, the assembly was restricted to just the fellowship. He didn't want the Lady Galadriel to bother herself to see bid farewell, nor did he want any more unwanted attention directed at him.
Besides, anything important Galadriel had to say to him, she already had.
.
Gimli watched with satisfaction as the Elf loped nimbly away. He glanced at the others, who were still watching his exit.
Boromir watched sadly as the cage, his pride and joy, was disappearing into the forest on Legolas's back.
"Let us enjoy this last night we have in Lorien." Aragorn started. With muttered agreement, the seven turned, and headed for the talon the farewell feast was to be held on.
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"But where is Legolas, Son of Thranduil?" Galadriel asked curiously as they sat down at the long table.
The seven laughed appreciatively.
"Twas a good joke, m'Lady," Boromir chuckled, "Where is Legolas, indeed."
Baffled, Galadriel persisted, "It was no jest, what had become of your Elven companion?"
"Lady, you sent him yourself on the quest, did you not?" Aragorn demanded, suddenly worried. "Nay, my good friend, I have not seen him for days." Galadriel answered.
"A trick!" Frodo exclaimed, leaping to his feet.
"Good!" Gimli cried, "I congradulate the mastermind behind it."
"Who would be able to disguise herself so perfectly as the queen?" Merry pointed out logically.
The table fell silent.
"One of the them." Sam suggested darkly.
"Why would one of them tell Legolas how to seal the portal?" Aragorn asked carefully.
"Unless even the tale of the portal is false." Boromir added.
"Aer gwing aras!" Galadriel sighed, massaging her head.
"We have sent Legolas to his doom!" Pippin cried.
Gimli chuckled, and was instantly hushed.
"Someone must accompany him." Frodo said finally.
"But not you!" Sam exclaimed.
"Well, of course I can't be going, Sam, you Tomnoddy." Frodo replied in a friendly tone. The members of the fellowship looked curiously at one another, as if wondering who would volunteer who next."
"What about the steward's son?" Suggested a voice no one recognized. The fellowship and Elves alike craned their heads to see who had spoken. Galadriel was gazing in a suprised sort of way at Celeborn, who, to everyone's continuing astonishment, finished, "It is obvious that Aragorn must persist with the hobbits, the Dwarf is too slow. What other option is there than Boromir?"
"I-" Boromir stammered, his eyes darting the possesion hung round Frodo's neck, and then back to Celeborn, "I am not about to fail my mission, which was to protect the ringbearer."
"Unexpected problems have arisen, however," Aragorn began, "that demand attention. You aren't about to let Legolas wander unsuspecting into a horde of them, now are you?"
Boromir remembered the twitch of the Elf's eye and the look of horror that constantly clouded his face. He thought of the amount of scantily-clad women that would most assuredly multiply that terror twenty-fold, and he realized that no man, no matter how evil, deserved such a fate.
"Very well," he said resolutely, "I will follow Legolas, but I must leave soon."
.
To say that Legolas frolicked through the forests of Lothlorien would make it seem as if he was a dandy, but the verb sprinted does not convey the joyousness that went into every stride. Therefore, we shall say that he capered merrily through the wood, and leave it at that.
His spirits were high, now that a great responsibility had been relieved from him, and the fact that the nearest Dwarf was leagues behind. He was heading back to his own lands, what more could an Elf want?
Wine, perhaps, and maybe some good poetry...
Legolas bore a wide grin on his face, and, since Elven muscles never tighten or become sore, he was able to smile like there was no tomorrow. The only time he stopped was when he was singing happily about a various river or forest of long ago.
As twilight robbed the blue sky of light, Legolas halted, and looked around. He was in Drimrill Dale, and the vast plains stretched before him inexhaustably.
His gaze lifted to the few stars that had emerged in the dark, and was pleasantly suprised to see one soar across the sky trailing a stream of red light. He continued watching it, unease creeping in as the shooting star continued to fly, zooming closer and closer by the minute.
It was headed right at him!
Legolas flung the cage off his back, and threw himself down amid the high grass. The light landed not ten yards off, and sent a convulsion through the earth. The next sound Legolas heard chilled him to his soul.
"What the heck? Where are we supposed to be?" Cried a loud woman's voice.
"We appear to have broken something." Came a male's voice, that, to Legolas's suprise, sounded eerily familiar.
"Looks like a cage." Came the woman's drawling voice, and Legolas's heart sank as she continued, "But what's a cage doing in the middle of a meadow?"
"'Tis useless now." Sighed the man.
"God, Will! I thought you knew how to go anywhere." Accused the girl, " I tell you, 'take me to Lorien,' you said you'd never heard of it, but could take me there anyway."
"Lady," began the man in a voice that clearly showed he wished ot be anywhere else, "This is in another world entirely. There is only so much power he has to direct us specifically."
Legolas gripped his bow, and drew out an arrow. Ignoring the twitch in his eye, he slowly rose to his feet.
Whatever his mind had prepared him for, it was not this. There was the woman, yes, dressed in her predictably small clothes, but the man, the appearence of the man disturbed Legolas to no end.
He was a young man, with long dark hair from under a large hat with a long feather. He was wearing a white shirt with a leather vest on and odd shoes with buckles on them. The most jarring feature, however, was his face.
It was identical to the Elf's.
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Elven-Star-of-Gold: A Mary Sue! A Mary Sue! What should we do? Burn her! Burn the Mary Sue! Sorry, Monty Python moment. It's passed now.
Lyn: Exciting? Yey.
Pennhirwen: Miso soup....never heard of it...
Tinuviel: Is it satisfying? Reading an exceptionally lame Mary Sue was my inspiration. All this, "My Lady, you are beautiful," "My lady, I love you." Yick. Shudder. Ugh.
Hobbit-eyes: You don't like Legolas? I'm scandalized! Not really... I'd let you save him, but your presence would... confuse my plot. Hehehe.
"If he will take no company, he must at least be armed with the cage." Boromir said reluctantly.
Legolas had recovered his old strength, and was now feeling quite good about the whole mission.
The ruins of Malir Sul were but twenty leagues northeast of Rivendell. He'd be backtracking, yes, but his destination was just inside the forest of Mirkwood, and several good parties were something he could look forward to along with the riddance of the horrible young women.
The fact that he was exempted from the Fellowship was a bit depressing, but he knew it was for a greater cause. On second thoughts, perhaps saving the world was more important than scouring it of the demonic women.
With forgotten gusto, Legolas finished packing his bag, and climbed to his feet. The rest of the fellowship, save Gandalf, of course, were there to see him off.
On Legolas's request, the assembly was restricted to just the fellowship. He didn't want the Lady Galadriel to bother herself to see bid farewell, nor did he want any more unwanted attention directed at him.
Besides, anything important Galadriel had to say to him, she already had.
.
Gimli watched with satisfaction as the Elf loped nimbly away. He glanced at the others, who were still watching his exit.
Boromir watched sadly as the cage, his pride and joy, was disappearing into the forest on Legolas's back.
"Let us enjoy this last night we have in Lorien." Aragorn started. With muttered agreement, the seven turned, and headed for the talon the farewell feast was to be held on.
.
"But where is Legolas, Son of Thranduil?" Galadriel asked curiously as they sat down at the long table.
The seven laughed appreciatively.
"Twas a good joke, m'Lady," Boromir chuckled, "Where is Legolas, indeed."
Baffled, Galadriel persisted, "It was no jest, what had become of your Elven companion?"
"Lady, you sent him yourself on the quest, did you not?" Aragorn demanded, suddenly worried. "Nay, my good friend, I have not seen him for days." Galadriel answered.
"A trick!" Frodo exclaimed, leaping to his feet.
"Good!" Gimli cried, "I congradulate the mastermind behind it."
"Who would be able to disguise herself so perfectly as the queen?" Merry pointed out logically.
The table fell silent.
"One of the them." Sam suggested darkly.
"Why would one of them tell Legolas how to seal the portal?" Aragorn asked carefully.
"Unless even the tale of the portal is false." Boromir added.
"Aer gwing aras!" Galadriel sighed, massaging her head.
"We have sent Legolas to his doom!" Pippin cried.
Gimli chuckled, and was instantly hushed.
"Someone must accompany him." Frodo said finally.
"But not you!" Sam exclaimed.
"Well, of course I can't be going, Sam, you Tomnoddy." Frodo replied in a friendly tone. The members of the fellowship looked curiously at one another, as if wondering who would volunteer who next."
"What about the steward's son?" Suggested a voice no one recognized. The fellowship and Elves alike craned their heads to see who had spoken. Galadriel was gazing in a suprised sort of way at Celeborn, who, to everyone's continuing astonishment, finished, "It is obvious that Aragorn must persist with the hobbits, the Dwarf is too slow. What other option is there than Boromir?"
"I-" Boromir stammered, his eyes darting the possesion hung round Frodo's neck, and then back to Celeborn, "I am not about to fail my mission, which was to protect the ringbearer."
"Unexpected problems have arisen, however," Aragorn began, "that demand attention. You aren't about to let Legolas wander unsuspecting into a horde of them, now are you?"
Boromir remembered the twitch of the Elf's eye and the look of horror that constantly clouded his face. He thought of the amount of scantily-clad women that would most assuredly multiply that terror twenty-fold, and he realized that no man, no matter how evil, deserved such a fate.
"Very well," he said resolutely, "I will follow Legolas, but I must leave soon."
.
To say that Legolas frolicked through the forests of Lothlorien would make it seem as if he was a dandy, but the verb sprinted does not convey the joyousness that went into every stride. Therefore, we shall say that he capered merrily through the wood, and leave it at that.
His spirits were high, now that a great responsibility had been relieved from him, and the fact that the nearest Dwarf was leagues behind. He was heading back to his own lands, what more could an Elf want?
Wine, perhaps, and maybe some good poetry...
Legolas bore a wide grin on his face, and, since Elven muscles never tighten or become sore, he was able to smile like there was no tomorrow. The only time he stopped was when he was singing happily about a various river or forest of long ago.
As twilight robbed the blue sky of light, Legolas halted, and looked around. He was in Drimrill Dale, and the vast plains stretched before him inexhaustably.
His gaze lifted to the few stars that had emerged in the dark, and was pleasantly suprised to see one soar across the sky trailing a stream of red light. He continued watching it, unease creeping in as the shooting star continued to fly, zooming closer and closer by the minute.
It was headed right at him!
Legolas flung the cage off his back, and threw himself down amid the high grass. The light landed not ten yards off, and sent a convulsion through the earth. The next sound Legolas heard chilled him to his soul.
"What the heck? Where are we supposed to be?" Cried a loud woman's voice.
"We appear to have broken something." Came a male's voice, that, to Legolas's suprise, sounded eerily familiar.
"Looks like a cage." Came the woman's drawling voice, and Legolas's heart sank as she continued, "But what's a cage doing in the middle of a meadow?"
"'Tis useless now." Sighed the man.
"God, Will! I thought you knew how to go anywhere." Accused the girl, " I tell you, 'take me to Lorien,' you said you'd never heard of it, but could take me there anyway."
"Lady," began the man in a voice that clearly showed he wished ot be anywhere else, "This is in another world entirely. There is only so much power he has to direct us specifically."
Legolas gripped his bow, and drew out an arrow. Ignoring the twitch in his eye, he slowly rose to his feet.
Whatever his mind had prepared him for, it was not this. There was the woman, yes, dressed in her predictably small clothes, but the man, the appearence of the man disturbed Legolas to no end.
He was a young man, with long dark hair from under a large hat with a long feather. He was wearing a white shirt with a leather vest on and odd shoes with buckles on them. The most jarring feature, however, was his face.
It was identical to the Elf's.
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Elven-Star-of-Gold: A Mary Sue! A Mary Sue! What should we do? Burn her! Burn the Mary Sue! Sorry, Monty Python moment. It's passed now.
Lyn: Exciting? Yey.
Pennhirwen: Miso soup....never heard of it...
Tinuviel: Is it satisfying? Reading an exceptionally lame Mary Sue was my inspiration. All this, "My Lady, you are beautiful," "My lady, I love you." Yick. Shudder. Ugh.
Hobbit-eyes: You don't like Legolas? I'm scandalized! Not really... I'd let you save him, but your presence would... confuse my plot. Hehehe.