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Chapter 2
I ride with my kin, Erwenia and Golondrien, Elves of the Woodland Realm. Erwenia is a daughter of the Moon, and Golondrien, is the brother of the Elven Prince Legolas. I carry the mirror of the future, my sword, bow, and quiver, and of course Arindiel. My father carved a star for me till it could hang around my neck on a chain made of moondust.
We ride on the Maras, stallions of the North, Sassafras, Nimrodel, and Stormcrow. As we caught up with the Company, Legolas sensed us and whispered, "Arindiel," in greeting. He and his brother both dismounted and went to talk on a quiet hilltop.
Erwenia and I are left to confer with the Man and the Dwarf. "We wish to come with you. We shall ride to Gondor." Aragorn smiled, "All is agreed then, mount and ride on." (He, of course, had been told of our purpose and coming by Celeborn.)
We rode past vales and hills of beeches and birch trees, fields of heather and clover golden with autumn, and the sunset dipping the mountains in gold. We stopped a few leagues away from Emyn Muil, the rock labrynth.
"We will cross at first light, get some rest, and recuperate, Elves." Legolas looked comically angry.
About midnight, I heard my blood beckoning to the trees, singing in my veins the chorus of the Eldar. I followed. I was now clothed only in my white nespara and gold circlet. I ran happily under beech and elm with the winds of the night, like a hunted animal.
I stopped at a great birch of silver and sank to the ground in front of the trunk. I lay contentedly gazing at the stars, milky dots on blue velvet black. Running my fingers to the one hanging around my neck, I smiled.
Then, a clear voice, like a silver bell on the night air, rose into beautiful Elven song: A! Elbereth Gilthoniel! Silivren penna miriel O menel aglar elenath Gilthoniel! A! Elbereth! We still remember, we who dwell In this far land beneath the trees The starlight on the Western Seas!
The Elf did not notice me creep up the tree, too busy singing. And as I turned to face the stranger I found a cupid's bow, dimples, strong brow, sapphire eyes, and long golden hair shining with starlight.
Who but the Prince of Mirkwood, Legolas? "Arindiel, my lady." He smiled, white teeth flashing in the dark. "Ah, how fair an Elf! She must have been a star once, plucked down from the heavens to give light to us unfortunate few on the ground."
"You are fair in tongue, and of face,my Prince." And he began to sing again:
Home is behind The world ahead And there are many paths to tread Through shadow To the edge of night Until the stars are all alight Mist and and shadow Cloud and shade All shall fade All...Shall...Fade... "The doom of Middle Earth is near. But knew I how, I would save it by sacrifice," he whispered. I put my hand to the chain around my neck and drew it out. The shining star lit up us and the treetop.
I clasped the jewel in my hands, a multi-faceted, crystalline thing. "Hold out your hand Lord," I commanded. He complied, and I pressed it into his palm. "The Morn-star shows the future. What do you see? Speak it unto me."
He looked deep into the depths of the star before muttering in Elvish High- Tongue, "I cannot tell but show you," And he captured me in a graceful yet wild kiss, soft as silk, yet deep and stealing.
Chapter 2
I ride with my kin, Erwenia and Golondrien, Elves of the Woodland Realm. Erwenia is a daughter of the Moon, and Golondrien, is the brother of the Elven Prince Legolas. I carry the mirror of the future, my sword, bow, and quiver, and of course Arindiel. My father carved a star for me till it could hang around my neck on a chain made of moondust.
We ride on the Maras, stallions of the North, Sassafras, Nimrodel, and Stormcrow. As we caught up with the Company, Legolas sensed us and whispered, "Arindiel," in greeting. He and his brother both dismounted and went to talk on a quiet hilltop.
Erwenia and I are left to confer with the Man and the Dwarf. "We wish to come with you. We shall ride to Gondor." Aragorn smiled, "All is agreed then, mount and ride on." (He, of course, had been told of our purpose and coming by Celeborn.)
We rode past vales and hills of beeches and birch trees, fields of heather and clover golden with autumn, and the sunset dipping the mountains in gold. We stopped a few leagues away from Emyn Muil, the rock labrynth.
"We will cross at first light, get some rest, and recuperate, Elves." Legolas looked comically angry.
About midnight, I heard my blood beckoning to the trees, singing in my veins the chorus of the Eldar. I followed. I was now clothed only in my white nespara and gold circlet. I ran happily under beech and elm with the winds of the night, like a hunted animal.
I stopped at a great birch of silver and sank to the ground in front of the trunk. I lay contentedly gazing at the stars, milky dots on blue velvet black. Running my fingers to the one hanging around my neck, I smiled.
Then, a clear voice, like a silver bell on the night air, rose into beautiful Elven song: A! Elbereth Gilthoniel! Silivren penna miriel O menel aglar elenath Gilthoniel! A! Elbereth! We still remember, we who dwell In this far land beneath the trees The starlight on the Western Seas!
The Elf did not notice me creep up the tree, too busy singing. And as I turned to face the stranger I found a cupid's bow, dimples, strong brow, sapphire eyes, and long golden hair shining with starlight.
Who but the Prince of Mirkwood, Legolas? "Arindiel, my lady." He smiled, white teeth flashing in the dark. "Ah, how fair an Elf! She must have been a star once, plucked down from the heavens to give light to us unfortunate few on the ground."
"You are fair in tongue, and of face,my Prince." And he began to sing again:
Home is behind The world ahead And there are many paths to tread Through shadow To the edge of night Until the stars are all alight Mist and and shadow Cloud and shade All shall fade All...Shall...Fade... "The doom of Middle Earth is near. But knew I how, I would save it by sacrifice," he whispered. I put my hand to the chain around my neck and drew it out. The shining star lit up us and the treetop.
I clasped the jewel in my hands, a multi-faceted, crystalline thing. "Hold out your hand Lord," I commanded. He complied, and I pressed it into his palm. "The Morn-star shows the future. What do you see? Speak it unto me."
He looked deep into the depths of the star before muttering in Elvish High- Tongue, "I cannot tell but show you," And he captured me in a graceful yet wild kiss, soft as silk, yet deep and stealing.