The Lord of the Rings
The Revival of the ring
Chapter 4: Sadness, Secrets, and Saruman
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They had been riding the horses for a few more hours at a slow walking pace. They did not seem too worried because nothing had happened yet. Soon though, Legolas and Lu'thien shot forward on their horses. They both had happy smiles on their faces. Son they stopped their horses and Legolas called back to them.
"Hurry, It's just beyond this glade!" They took off again and soon they were in a small village of Elves.
"By all things, I never would have imagined." Said Boromir with a smile. It was a poor village and still the people were happy. Many of them seemed to know Lu'thien so they waved happily as she passed on foot. She smiled back and seemed happy to seem them all again.
When they saw the rest of the fellowship though they got very exited. Some of the female elves giggled happily and gossiped in their native tongue. Some of the male elves walked up to the fellowship and shook hands with them all. Congratulating them as well.
Lu'thien had already disappeared into a home and Legolas soon followed after, the rest of the of the fellowship visited with the elven folk.
Lu'thien quietly walked to her mother's bedside and she knelt down to speak with her. "Mother?" Her mother's eyes opened and she looked happy to see her daughter was safe. "I'm back. Mother."
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It had become late when they finally decided it was time to sleep. Lu'thien had laid out blankets and pillows on the floor of her home for them. Her mother was using the only bed.
In the middle of the night Lu'thien left her home and climbed up a small hill. She sat and watched the stars and sighed unaware hat she was being watched. Soon though, Legolas appeared behind her and whispered her name ever so softly.
Lu'thien jumped and turned around to see his gentle face peering at her with concern. Lu'thien smiled with a sad kindness in her eyes. Legolas walked up and sat down beside her. "What are you thinking about?" He said after a little while.
"My father." She replied with a slight cracking in her voice. "He used to sit here every night and tell me a story of the ancient elven folk who would do great things to help people. He told me that he wanted to be someone they talked about in story and song, and indeed he is. He protect our village by himself when we were under attack. But he lost his life helping us."
"How is it possible that and elf my die? We are immortal." Said Legolas with a slight disbelief.
"You don't know? After all your father should have taught you, he never told you how any immortal may die no matter what the situation?"
"No."
"Did you ever wonder why I always wear Armour that covers my neck? Because any immortal can die if they do not properly cover their neck. If your head is removed, you will die."
There was a silence that sung the air like many thorns. Lu'thien sat silently without moving. The suddenly she burst into tears and Legolas threw his arms around her. She cried into his silver tunic as he held her quietly. They sat for the longest time and finally went to bed.
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A dark figure sat in a chair by many orcs. He did not care that he was unseen. Saruman, who somehow survived, sat waiting, waiting, waiting.
A/N: I know it was short, the next one will be longer.
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They had been riding the horses for a few more hours at a slow walking pace. They did not seem too worried because nothing had happened yet. Soon though, Legolas and Lu'thien shot forward on their horses. They both had happy smiles on their faces. Son they stopped their horses and Legolas called back to them.
"Hurry, It's just beyond this glade!" They took off again and soon they were in a small village of Elves.
"By all things, I never would have imagined." Said Boromir with a smile. It was a poor village and still the people were happy. Many of them seemed to know Lu'thien so they waved happily as she passed on foot. She smiled back and seemed happy to seem them all again.
When they saw the rest of the fellowship though they got very exited. Some of the female elves giggled happily and gossiped in their native tongue. Some of the male elves walked up to the fellowship and shook hands with them all. Congratulating them as well.
Lu'thien had already disappeared into a home and Legolas soon followed after, the rest of the of the fellowship visited with the elven folk.
Lu'thien quietly walked to her mother's bedside and she knelt down to speak with her. "Mother?" Her mother's eyes opened and she looked happy to see her daughter was safe. "I'm back. Mother."
***
It had become late when they finally decided it was time to sleep. Lu'thien had laid out blankets and pillows on the floor of her home for them. Her mother was using the only bed.
In the middle of the night Lu'thien left her home and climbed up a small hill. She sat and watched the stars and sighed unaware hat she was being watched. Soon though, Legolas appeared behind her and whispered her name ever so softly.
Lu'thien jumped and turned around to see his gentle face peering at her with concern. Lu'thien smiled with a sad kindness in her eyes. Legolas walked up and sat down beside her. "What are you thinking about?" He said after a little while.
"My father." She replied with a slight cracking in her voice. "He used to sit here every night and tell me a story of the ancient elven folk who would do great things to help people. He told me that he wanted to be someone they talked about in story and song, and indeed he is. He protect our village by himself when we were under attack. But he lost his life helping us."
"How is it possible that and elf my die? We are immortal." Said Legolas with a slight disbelief.
"You don't know? After all your father should have taught you, he never told you how any immortal may die no matter what the situation?"
"No."
"Did you ever wonder why I always wear Armour that covers my neck? Because any immortal can die if they do not properly cover their neck. If your head is removed, you will die."
There was a silence that sung the air like many thorns. Lu'thien sat silently without moving. The suddenly she burst into tears and Legolas threw his arms around her. She cried into his silver tunic as he held her quietly. They sat for the longest time and finally went to bed.
***
A dark figure sat in a chair by many orcs. He did not care that he was unseen. Saruman, who somehow survived, sat waiting, waiting, waiting.
A/N: I know it was short, the next one will be longer.