Chapter 5
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We stared up aghast. A slapping sound, then a curse of "Ah, you're falling!" "Legolas!" Above, silken hair trailed down from an overhanging branch "Argh!" said the hair, and went back up the tree. A white birch overhanging the river twanged a branch and out fell Legolas.
The Prince of Mirkwood was in the water, dripping wet. "Uh......" Another splintering of wood, and Golondrien fell on top of his head. "You...." He cursed in broken English and Elvish. Then he noticed us.
"Hello, Healers. You're probably wondering what we're doing here. There is a perfectly reasonable explanation. And we'll tell you when we make it up!" And they ran, fast only as Elves can run, swift as deer, up the hill. "Nuralim, Legolas. Come!"
Just as they came to their horses Hasufel and Nimrodel, they ran headlong into Aragorn. "Well, what have YOU been up to? Mischevious Princes, I have never heard of such."
Golondrien smiled widely, Legolas blushed. Coming up the path behind them, refreshed but fuming, I laughed in my mind as the ruby crept into the apples of his cheeks. Erwenia looked about the same, angered but laughing.
Golondrien winked as Aragorn turned his back. Elven hearing has its advantages, though. We heard the Princes say, "Tonight, any woods we find, meet us and you will know where. Listen to the calling of your blood."
We mounted, then started at a gallop to Emyn Muil. Our horses would have to find the way home. Nuralim, Arod, Hasufel. Nuralim, Sassafras, Stormcrow. Nuralim, Nimrodel. "Farewell, Mearas of Rohan, if we should need you, we will call."
They trotted away, leaving us to run. I loved this. Running made my blood sing and pulse through my veins. Soft and quick as shadows we were, even Gimli (to a point). I ran like the creatures of the wood, smoothly, gracefully, like flying.
We came to a halt at a rocky outcrop, and were bade to start climbing, and climb we did. Light footed at first, then our pace slowed. We climbed till sunset until we came to a glade of pine and moss where we took up camp for the night.
As we knew, we waited for Aragorn and Gimli to slumber, Elven song would rise above the trees. It began, two silver voices on the night air. Into the west The sea birds cry And the ships have come to carry you home Can you hear The song above the trees For the ships have come To carry you home.
Our blood flowed anew, made of song, pulsing through our veins in chorus, each drop adding to the longing in our hearts. We ran like wild things, nesparas flying, to the elm where the two brothers sat. They beckoned to us and we crept up softly.
"Some say love is blind, but nay, fair ladies, indeed it is all-seeing. For with the foresight, I now know the four of us, blood and blood, star and moon, have a special bond. Golondrien Sun and Erwenia Moon. Iriniel Star and Legolas Sky. You see, the Elves say it is bad luck to reveal your secret name for anything but true love, and this is it," they finished.
"Let us confer for a moment," the Princes said. We nodded and backed into the trees. But unbeknownst to us and them, to red shadows had crept up behind them, "Come ladies," they said. There was something strange afoot, but I ignored it. Bad mistake.
They bade us come and swim with them. We agreed, but keeping nesparas on this time. They splashed us. We laughed. I got out and laid on the bank, Legolas beside me, and soon he pinned me again. "Come now, not this again."
His robe had fallen open at the chest and I saw sloping shoulders, muscled chest and.... What was that scar? The crest of Sauron!
I gasped and touched his stomach where it was. "What is that?" He said nothing, just smiled. His eyes turned yellow. He smiled more widely. I struggled. He straddled my stomach and pinned my arms above my head. I screamed but no sound came out. "Servants of the Dark Lord! Shapeshifters!"
He slapped me and reached for the chain around my neck. I kicked and screamed, but the force of his body held me down. He unclasped the chain and put it in his hands.
"The Dark Lord will be pleased. Without the Star and Moon, all will fall into shadow." Erwenia lay floating in the water, jewel gone, gashes swirling scarlet into the clear water.
And the two red Shadows possessing the Princes burst forth from them with the Moon and Star clutched in their hands. They floated upward into the night sky. Golondrien and Legolas lay unbreathing, lips blue, eyes closed. I fainted and cried as I lay there.
As the King rises, he follows the shapeshifters. Lives may depend on it. "What say you, scum? Where do you find the jewels?" "She Elves," they hissed. "Elven Princes we possessed, a-running in the woods, we left them for dead. Moon and Star will die without them. This is what we want." "That is not what you shall have!" cried Aragorn. "So say I, heir to the throne of Gondor, embrace the return of the King!"
And it seemed Isildur himself came down and helped him to fight. Together the smote the Shadows, taking the jewels. "Have peace, Isildur. Live in me again."
Aragorn knew he must go quickly or the Elves would never make it. Indeed, we lay growing cold and lifeless under the waning moon, breathing shallow and fast, whimpering and fighting for air.
......meanwhile..... in Gondor, Gandalf knows of the plight of Sun and Moon, Star and Sky.
We stared up aghast. A slapping sound, then a curse of "Ah, you're falling!" "Legolas!" Above, silken hair trailed down from an overhanging branch "Argh!" said the hair, and went back up the tree. A white birch overhanging the river twanged a branch and out fell Legolas.
The Prince of Mirkwood was in the water, dripping wet. "Uh......" Another splintering of wood, and Golondrien fell on top of his head. "You...." He cursed in broken English and Elvish. Then he noticed us.
"Hello, Healers. You're probably wondering what we're doing here. There is a perfectly reasonable explanation. And we'll tell you when we make it up!" And they ran, fast only as Elves can run, swift as deer, up the hill. "Nuralim, Legolas. Come!"
Just as they came to their horses Hasufel and Nimrodel, they ran headlong into Aragorn. "Well, what have YOU been up to? Mischevious Princes, I have never heard of such."
Golondrien smiled widely, Legolas blushed. Coming up the path behind them, refreshed but fuming, I laughed in my mind as the ruby crept into the apples of his cheeks. Erwenia looked about the same, angered but laughing.
Golondrien winked as Aragorn turned his back. Elven hearing has its advantages, though. We heard the Princes say, "Tonight, any woods we find, meet us and you will know where. Listen to the calling of your blood."
We mounted, then started at a gallop to Emyn Muil. Our horses would have to find the way home. Nuralim, Arod, Hasufel. Nuralim, Sassafras, Stormcrow. Nuralim, Nimrodel. "Farewell, Mearas of Rohan, if we should need you, we will call."
They trotted away, leaving us to run. I loved this. Running made my blood sing and pulse through my veins. Soft and quick as shadows we were, even Gimli (to a point). I ran like the creatures of the wood, smoothly, gracefully, like flying.
We came to a halt at a rocky outcrop, and were bade to start climbing, and climb we did. Light footed at first, then our pace slowed. We climbed till sunset until we came to a glade of pine and moss where we took up camp for the night.
As we knew, we waited for Aragorn and Gimli to slumber, Elven song would rise above the trees. It began, two silver voices on the night air. Into the west The sea birds cry And the ships have come to carry you home Can you hear The song above the trees For the ships have come To carry you home.
Our blood flowed anew, made of song, pulsing through our veins in chorus, each drop adding to the longing in our hearts. We ran like wild things, nesparas flying, to the elm where the two brothers sat. They beckoned to us and we crept up softly.
"Some say love is blind, but nay, fair ladies, indeed it is all-seeing. For with the foresight, I now know the four of us, blood and blood, star and moon, have a special bond. Golondrien Sun and Erwenia Moon. Iriniel Star and Legolas Sky. You see, the Elves say it is bad luck to reveal your secret name for anything but true love, and this is it," they finished.
"Let us confer for a moment," the Princes said. We nodded and backed into the trees. But unbeknownst to us and them, to red shadows had crept up behind them, "Come ladies," they said. There was something strange afoot, but I ignored it. Bad mistake.
They bade us come and swim with them. We agreed, but keeping nesparas on this time. They splashed us. We laughed. I got out and laid on the bank, Legolas beside me, and soon he pinned me again. "Come now, not this again."
His robe had fallen open at the chest and I saw sloping shoulders, muscled chest and.... What was that scar? The crest of Sauron!
I gasped and touched his stomach where it was. "What is that?" He said nothing, just smiled. His eyes turned yellow. He smiled more widely. I struggled. He straddled my stomach and pinned my arms above my head. I screamed but no sound came out. "Servants of the Dark Lord! Shapeshifters!"
He slapped me and reached for the chain around my neck. I kicked and screamed, but the force of his body held me down. He unclasped the chain and put it in his hands.
"The Dark Lord will be pleased. Without the Star and Moon, all will fall into shadow." Erwenia lay floating in the water, jewel gone, gashes swirling scarlet into the clear water.
And the two red Shadows possessing the Princes burst forth from them with the Moon and Star clutched in their hands. They floated upward into the night sky. Golondrien and Legolas lay unbreathing, lips blue, eyes closed. I fainted and cried as I lay there.
As the King rises, he follows the shapeshifters. Lives may depend on it. "What say you, scum? Where do you find the jewels?" "She Elves," they hissed. "Elven Princes we possessed, a-running in the woods, we left them for dead. Moon and Star will die without them. This is what we want." "That is not what you shall have!" cried Aragorn. "So say I, heir to the throne of Gondor, embrace the return of the King!"
And it seemed Isildur himself came down and helped him to fight. Together the smote the Shadows, taking the jewels. "Have peace, Isildur. Live in me again."
Aragorn knew he must go quickly or the Elves would never make it. Indeed, we lay growing cold and lifeless under the waning moon, breathing shallow and fast, whimpering and fighting for air.
......meanwhile..... in Gondor, Gandalf knows of the plight of Sun and Moon, Star and Sky.