~Disclaimer~
My horrible imaginations will not create such wonderful characters, all credits to J.R.R. Tolkien, man I love him for creating such wonderful characters, and Peter Jackson, for finding such wonderful actors and bringing them to life.
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The day passed quickly as Legolas wandered through the forest of Mirkwood, and greeted his trees, whom replied to him with equal happiness. Time was slowly lost as he sat and listened to the birds chirping to him their reports of their life after Legolas left them. As the sun slowly dipped below the horizon, he slowly made way back to the palace.
The night passed quickly as Legolas quickly dozed off in his own bed. A bed, which he needs to get use to again. A bed that was his, from the time when he was a young Elfling who threw himself onto this bed after being pronounced as a child, no longer a little baby Elfling who needs a nurse- maid to watch over him over his crib. To the time before he left as a messenger for his father to the Council of Elrond, and embarked on a famous journey, to destroy the Ring for good.
Before he knew, he blinked his eyes to face the pale dawn lights filtering through the curtain, he slowly walked towards the balcony and looked at the trees that stood so solemnly there. Breathing in their scent, he almost felt them giving off their morning greetings to the lovely Princeling who had a passion for the trees.
A soft knock on the door brought Legolas to his door, opening to reveal his elder sister, who was already dressed in her Riding Clothes and waiting patiently for her adored younger brother to finish braiding his hair which was messy due to his morning greeting sessions with his beloved trees.
"Here," she said softly, "Let me help you." and slowly helped by brushing his long silky hair and braiding it into the style that was most loved by her brother, a royal, but warrior style, which was adored by most Royal Elves.
"Thanks." he said softly as he sensed his sisters gentle touch, which brought back the memories of when he was still a young Elfling and still hasn't fully developed his skills for tying up his braids. He use to run to Elandriel's room and pull on her robe gently and give her a pout before she would bend down to her little Elfling brother and redo his wonky braids.
"It has been long since I have helped you." smiled Elandriel, "The last time I combed your hair was when you were a mere tiny Elfling who only grew up to my waist, and I had to bend down to finish the last braiding." chuckled Elandriel, "Now I am standing and might want a chair!"
"Sis, stop teasing." cried Legolas. And turned to giver his sister an evil look.
"Done." she announced and re-arranged his messy dressing table. "Heavens, been back only 2 nights and look at the mess!" she cried. Gesturing to the outfits that was carelessly strewn and thrown onto the table.
"Heavens, now hurry and get dressed, we might want to leave before they all get up, then we could walk into a less crowed market." said Elandriel, who turned her back to Legolas as he quickly dressed.
"I thought that the Markets were filled with early birds who wants to get everything fresh." said Legolas and cringed at the last memory of that place, were he got lost and wandered aimlessly for hours before his elder brother Falóren found him and made a fuss over him in front of the public.
"We are not going to the Fruit and Veggie Market Legolas, they separated them now, less people." said Elandriel, "But don't worry," she quickly added, when she turned and saw the horrid expression on her brothers face, "There are still places to eat, and your favourite sweet shop hasn't closed." she winked.
"How did you know I was worrying about that?" asked Legolas in awe.
"My dear brother, left your family for such a short time and you think we are like you who forgets everything?" teased Elandriel.
"Sorry, lets go. Why don't we get breakfast there?" asked Legolas as they walked down the hallway quietly.
"That would be great." replied Elandriel who gave him a smile, before leading him out into the stables to collect their horses.
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Whilst Legolas was enjoying this first day at Mirkwood, his friend, Aragon or Estel, King of Gondor, wasn't. Restlessness surrounded him throughout the whole day, dampening the moods of most. He sat on his chair, and stared off into space. His eyes focused on nothing, and didn't even blink when his adoptive father, Lord Elrond of Rivendell walked into the room, followed by his own twin sons, Elrohir and Elladan, who were elder brothers to Estel when he was raised under the care of Lord Elrond.
"Estel." Greeted Elrond, but nothing responded. Staring at his adopted son for a few minutes, he cleared his throat and began walking towards his son.
Estel suddenly looked up and stared at his father, before leaping up and bowing down low.
"Oh, please rise Estel, King of Gondor." Smirked Elrond.
"Oh Ada!" cried Estel/Aragon before Elrond pulled him into a fatherly embrace. Estel rested his head in his fathers' embrace, feeling the familiar warmth, which hasn't been felt for a long time.
"Now now, forgot about us?" asked Elladan, who was giving Estel a mischievous smile.
"Elladan and Elrohir," greeted Estel before he pulled his brothers into a tight embrace, "Of course I didn't forget about my two over-protective brothers!"
Laughing as they pulled away and looked around the room. Estel caught their keen eyes searching for Arwen. "She is here, don't worry." Reassured Estel, and gave a wink to the servant at the door.
"Where is she though?" asked Elrond as he too looked around the grand room for his only daughter, the Even Star of their people.
"Here Ada." Cried a small voice behind them.
"Arwen." Greeted Elrond and gently hugged his daughter tightly. Who responded to the hug with equal tightness.
"I missed you so much Ada." Said Arwen before giving her father a soft smile.
"And didn't even think about us." Cried Elrohir.
"Only Ada." Added Elladan.
"And Estel." Finished Elrohir.
"Oh my naughty brothers!" laughed Arwen and hugged them tightly. "How could I not miss the two lively bunch who brightens up the gloomiest days?"
"We are," stared Elladan. "Always the..."
"Bright points of..."
"People's life." Finished Elrohir and smiled at his twin.
"Oh of course you are." Grunted Estel, "I just hope you will brighten up the day, it doesn't feel too good does it?"
The Elves in the room suddenly stopped their laughter and talks, and looked uncomfortably at Estel. He was human, they were not. Though they didn't have the skills to for see incidents, the air could hint that something amiss was happening.
"C'mon Estel, though the weather and air isn't the most pleasing, we shall not worry ourselves sick. There are other things more important than to worry about what is upcoming." Reminded Elrond.
"They are my people. They are to be safe from evil, away from evil. There are to be no evil, to hurt people under my responsibility." Said Estel in a tone which none of them have ever heard. The Kingliness that wasn't present in him before has suddenly risen up onto the surface.
Elrond placed a hand on Estels' shoulder, and whispered, "I understand. I too have those responsibilities."
"Now I understand your worries and your fears Ada, back when we were all young, back when we were all in Rivendell." Smiled Estel. "I finally understand."
"I know Estel. I know." Said Elrond, then turned Estel around to face the others, "Now, your father is back, and now, no matter how powerful you are over me, you still need to listen to your Ada, so I command you to eat something and then get some rest." Said Elrond with a small smile as he watched the familiar expressions start to form on Estels' face.
"There are to be no objections, or else I would drug you." Warned Elrond, but with a warm smile.
"I will listen to you Ada. For as long as I breathe on this World." Reassured Estel as he looked meaningfully at his father, who nodded with satisfaction.
"Lets go." Began Elladan.
"We are starving!'
And so the day passed like that. With the presence of Lord Elrond, Estel listened and obeyed all his commands, by eating, and resting until the Elven Lord was pleased with him.
When Estel was sleeping in his chambers late that night, Elrond gathered his children and led them into his room.
"There is no reason to hide this from you anymore Arwen, you are the Queen- to-be of Gondor, you are to know." Began Elrond.
"Ada, what is wrong?" asked Arwen with a worried look on her fair face.
"Saruman has risen again. Orcs have been sighted at Villages; they are not attacking just yet. Spies have reported that the Orcs are gradually increasing yet again. I am afraid that even without the Ring, evil still dwells in the deep underground." Said Elrond.
A gasp filled the silent room. Arwen held a small hand over her mouth in shock. "But, Ada, weren't they all destroyed?"
"I am afraid that Sarumans' passion for Evil has continued to live. He has left them." Said Elrond silently, "And has returned into the ruins of Mordor and Isengard, he has began to rebuild his army, starting from scratch. He is planning to build an army, more numbers than before, more skills, and ...more deadlier."
The shiny round moon outside the balcony was suddenly darkened by over- passing clouds, which darkened the room. A gust of wind blew apart the curtain and Elladan silently walked over to the balcony to close the door.
"Even the silver moon isn't shining up in the skies." Said a small voice, as Arwen slowly walked towards the balcony and looked out into the vast night sky.
"Not a single star is present, it has hidden itself to provide no night light for evil. Even they know that evil is dwelling on this land. But there is no use protecting us. We are not prepared." Spoke Arwen in a soft- whispery voice, which was so soft that it was only audible to Elven ears.
She turned around to face her father and her brothers, "Saruman is intelligent, and he knows that we have lost a considerable amount of men in the battle. That wasn't so long ago. He knows that we are still trying to rebuild the city, and still recovering from the huge loss of men we have encountered. Stirring up evil now is like attacking a newborn baby. Helpless with no defense, helpless with no strength to fight another war of Evil."
"Is there help available to us? Is there?" asked Arwen, almost pleadingly.
"You are just like your mother Arwen, her passion for her people were just like yours. Gondor is extremely lucky to have a Queen like you. Like Rivendell once had Celebrían." Said Elrond proudly with a sad smile on his face.
~*~
Many thousands and miles away, in a cold and dark place, Saruman begins to stir evil. His evil mind is filled with hatred. Hating the way things have turned out. The Throne of Gondor has been restored by one of the 9 companions of The Fellowship. The Ring has been destroyed by a tiny hobbit. He, some small halfling, managed to dodge all the spies and death threats he has sent out, and cast the ring into the fires of Mount Doom, and wipe out his entire fleet of Orcs.
No matter how nice they were to him later on, he knew that their smiles didn't reach their eyes, and that they still thought bad of him. Laughing evilly, he captured and poisoned evil thoughts into his guards, and made them send false reports to them, saying that he has adjusted well to his new surrounding. And slowly, he took his plans into action.
Using the worst form of Magic he possess, he brought numerous men, elves, dwarves, halflings back from their horrific dead. Bring them into torture above their graves, in some deep underground mine. Until they are carefully crafted into his desired perfection, with the skills of their former life, but a mind full of evil. Evil, which was imprinted into their minds by Saruman.
Numbers are slowly and painfully growing, the work was tough, but Saruman was determined to finish his wills of his immortal life. But now, without the powerful urgent message he use to place into the minds of orcs, the dead are more unwilling to submit. They still live with the memories of their lives before death, against evil.
But who knew that the evil craft of magic Saruman possess could turn their minds to think that others are the evil ones, out to destroy their kind. An unrecognizable form of half rotten elves, men, dwarves and hobbits, who were all once a perfect creation, who are supposed to be left in peace after their deaths to defend Middle Earth, and destroy evil.
But Saruman doesn't care, all he cares is that he will get what he wants, at whatever cost. But does he know, it may even cost his own life?
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Hey everyone. Thanks for your kind reviews. Hope you wouldn't find this story too boring, I am only a newbie at writing fanfics at Fanfiction.Net. But isn't a newbie in writing weird fanfics! *giggles*
Thanks for the support of my reviewers!! *hugs* to them all!
Gozilla – Hi thanks for ur review, I hope it is alrite, and hope this chapter isn't realli boring. Thanks for ur review!!
Meisalliam – oppies, I know...but hey, he is da baby of da family, should act a lil young, and 2931 for an elf isn't tooo old keke!! Well, I hope it isn't, just wanted to show a childish side of him that wasn't visible to others. I will try and not make him too childish, thanks for that comment.
L'elfe de Mirkwood – Hi! Thanks for reviewing my stori! Hehe, yups, your da first reviewer!! Hehe, thanks for your comment. I like ur name, elf of Mirkwood!!
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With many many thanks to readers!!! Hope you will all review!!
With Luv, ~Heavenly Angel~
A ~Heavenly Angel~ Creation © 2004
My horrible imaginations will not create such wonderful characters, all credits to J.R.R. Tolkien, man I love him for creating such wonderful characters, and Peter Jackson, for finding such wonderful actors and bringing them to life.
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The day passed quickly as Legolas wandered through the forest of Mirkwood, and greeted his trees, whom replied to him with equal happiness. Time was slowly lost as he sat and listened to the birds chirping to him their reports of their life after Legolas left them. As the sun slowly dipped below the horizon, he slowly made way back to the palace.
The night passed quickly as Legolas quickly dozed off in his own bed. A bed, which he needs to get use to again. A bed that was his, from the time when he was a young Elfling who threw himself onto this bed after being pronounced as a child, no longer a little baby Elfling who needs a nurse- maid to watch over him over his crib. To the time before he left as a messenger for his father to the Council of Elrond, and embarked on a famous journey, to destroy the Ring for good.
Before he knew, he blinked his eyes to face the pale dawn lights filtering through the curtain, he slowly walked towards the balcony and looked at the trees that stood so solemnly there. Breathing in their scent, he almost felt them giving off their morning greetings to the lovely Princeling who had a passion for the trees.
A soft knock on the door brought Legolas to his door, opening to reveal his elder sister, who was already dressed in her Riding Clothes and waiting patiently for her adored younger brother to finish braiding his hair which was messy due to his morning greeting sessions with his beloved trees.
"Here," she said softly, "Let me help you." and slowly helped by brushing his long silky hair and braiding it into the style that was most loved by her brother, a royal, but warrior style, which was adored by most Royal Elves.
"Thanks." he said softly as he sensed his sisters gentle touch, which brought back the memories of when he was still a young Elfling and still hasn't fully developed his skills for tying up his braids. He use to run to Elandriel's room and pull on her robe gently and give her a pout before she would bend down to her little Elfling brother and redo his wonky braids.
"It has been long since I have helped you." smiled Elandriel, "The last time I combed your hair was when you were a mere tiny Elfling who only grew up to my waist, and I had to bend down to finish the last braiding." chuckled Elandriel, "Now I am standing and might want a chair!"
"Sis, stop teasing." cried Legolas. And turned to giver his sister an evil look.
"Done." she announced and re-arranged his messy dressing table. "Heavens, been back only 2 nights and look at the mess!" she cried. Gesturing to the outfits that was carelessly strewn and thrown onto the table.
"Heavens, now hurry and get dressed, we might want to leave before they all get up, then we could walk into a less crowed market." said Elandriel, who turned her back to Legolas as he quickly dressed.
"I thought that the Markets were filled with early birds who wants to get everything fresh." said Legolas and cringed at the last memory of that place, were he got lost and wandered aimlessly for hours before his elder brother Falóren found him and made a fuss over him in front of the public.
"We are not going to the Fruit and Veggie Market Legolas, they separated them now, less people." said Elandriel, "But don't worry," she quickly added, when she turned and saw the horrid expression on her brothers face, "There are still places to eat, and your favourite sweet shop hasn't closed." she winked.
"How did you know I was worrying about that?" asked Legolas in awe.
"My dear brother, left your family for such a short time and you think we are like you who forgets everything?" teased Elandriel.
"Sorry, lets go. Why don't we get breakfast there?" asked Legolas as they walked down the hallway quietly.
"That would be great." replied Elandriel who gave him a smile, before leading him out into the stables to collect their horses.
~*~
Whilst Legolas was enjoying this first day at Mirkwood, his friend, Aragon or Estel, King of Gondor, wasn't. Restlessness surrounded him throughout the whole day, dampening the moods of most. He sat on his chair, and stared off into space. His eyes focused on nothing, and didn't even blink when his adoptive father, Lord Elrond of Rivendell walked into the room, followed by his own twin sons, Elrohir and Elladan, who were elder brothers to Estel when he was raised under the care of Lord Elrond.
"Estel." Greeted Elrond, but nothing responded. Staring at his adopted son for a few minutes, he cleared his throat and began walking towards his son.
Estel suddenly looked up and stared at his father, before leaping up and bowing down low.
"Oh, please rise Estel, King of Gondor." Smirked Elrond.
"Oh Ada!" cried Estel/Aragon before Elrond pulled him into a fatherly embrace. Estel rested his head in his fathers' embrace, feeling the familiar warmth, which hasn't been felt for a long time.
"Now now, forgot about us?" asked Elladan, who was giving Estel a mischievous smile.
"Elladan and Elrohir," greeted Estel before he pulled his brothers into a tight embrace, "Of course I didn't forget about my two over-protective brothers!"
Laughing as they pulled away and looked around the room. Estel caught their keen eyes searching for Arwen. "She is here, don't worry." Reassured Estel, and gave a wink to the servant at the door.
"Where is she though?" asked Elrond as he too looked around the grand room for his only daughter, the Even Star of their people.
"Here Ada." Cried a small voice behind them.
"Arwen." Greeted Elrond and gently hugged his daughter tightly. Who responded to the hug with equal tightness.
"I missed you so much Ada." Said Arwen before giving her father a soft smile.
"And didn't even think about us." Cried Elrohir.
"Only Ada." Added Elladan.
"And Estel." Finished Elrohir.
"Oh my naughty brothers!" laughed Arwen and hugged them tightly. "How could I not miss the two lively bunch who brightens up the gloomiest days?"
"We are," stared Elladan. "Always the..."
"Bright points of..."
"People's life." Finished Elrohir and smiled at his twin.
"Oh of course you are." Grunted Estel, "I just hope you will brighten up the day, it doesn't feel too good does it?"
The Elves in the room suddenly stopped their laughter and talks, and looked uncomfortably at Estel. He was human, they were not. Though they didn't have the skills to for see incidents, the air could hint that something amiss was happening.
"C'mon Estel, though the weather and air isn't the most pleasing, we shall not worry ourselves sick. There are other things more important than to worry about what is upcoming." Reminded Elrond.
"They are my people. They are to be safe from evil, away from evil. There are to be no evil, to hurt people under my responsibility." Said Estel in a tone which none of them have ever heard. The Kingliness that wasn't present in him before has suddenly risen up onto the surface.
Elrond placed a hand on Estels' shoulder, and whispered, "I understand. I too have those responsibilities."
"Now I understand your worries and your fears Ada, back when we were all young, back when we were all in Rivendell." Smiled Estel. "I finally understand."
"I know Estel. I know." Said Elrond, then turned Estel around to face the others, "Now, your father is back, and now, no matter how powerful you are over me, you still need to listen to your Ada, so I command you to eat something and then get some rest." Said Elrond with a small smile as he watched the familiar expressions start to form on Estels' face.
"There are to be no objections, or else I would drug you." Warned Elrond, but with a warm smile.
"I will listen to you Ada. For as long as I breathe on this World." Reassured Estel as he looked meaningfully at his father, who nodded with satisfaction.
"Lets go." Began Elladan.
"We are starving!'
And so the day passed like that. With the presence of Lord Elrond, Estel listened and obeyed all his commands, by eating, and resting until the Elven Lord was pleased with him.
When Estel was sleeping in his chambers late that night, Elrond gathered his children and led them into his room.
"There is no reason to hide this from you anymore Arwen, you are the Queen- to-be of Gondor, you are to know." Began Elrond.
"Ada, what is wrong?" asked Arwen with a worried look on her fair face.
"Saruman has risen again. Orcs have been sighted at Villages; they are not attacking just yet. Spies have reported that the Orcs are gradually increasing yet again. I am afraid that even without the Ring, evil still dwells in the deep underground." Said Elrond.
A gasp filled the silent room. Arwen held a small hand over her mouth in shock. "But, Ada, weren't they all destroyed?"
"I am afraid that Sarumans' passion for Evil has continued to live. He has left them." Said Elrond silently, "And has returned into the ruins of Mordor and Isengard, he has began to rebuild his army, starting from scratch. He is planning to build an army, more numbers than before, more skills, and ...more deadlier."
The shiny round moon outside the balcony was suddenly darkened by over- passing clouds, which darkened the room. A gust of wind blew apart the curtain and Elladan silently walked over to the balcony to close the door.
"Even the silver moon isn't shining up in the skies." Said a small voice, as Arwen slowly walked towards the balcony and looked out into the vast night sky.
"Not a single star is present, it has hidden itself to provide no night light for evil. Even they know that evil is dwelling on this land. But there is no use protecting us. We are not prepared." Spoke Arwen in a soft- whispery voice, which was so soft that it was only audible to Elven ears.
She turned around to face her father and her brothers, "Saruman is intelligent, and he knows that we have lost a considerable amount of men in the battle. That wasn't so long ago. He knows that we are still trying to rebuild the city, and still recovering from the huge loss of men we have encountered. Stirring up evil now is like attacking a newborn baby. Helpless with no defense, helpless with no strength to fight another war of Evil."
"Is there help available to us? Is there?" asked Arwen, almost pleadingly.
"You are just like your mother Arwen, her passion for her people were just like yours. Gondor is extremely lucky to have a Queen like you. Like Rivendell once had Celebrían." Said Elrond proudly with a sad smile on his face.
~*~
Many thousands and miles away, in a cold and dark place, Saruman begins to stir evil. His evil mind is filled with hatred. Hating the way things have turned out. The Throne of Gondor has been restored by one of the 9 companions of The Fellowship. The Ring has been destroyed by a tiny hobbit. He, some small halfling, managed to dodge all the spies and death threats he has sent out, and cast the ring into the fires of Mount Doom, and wipe out his entire fleet of Orcs.
No matter how nice they were to him later on, he knew that their smiles didn't reach their eyes, and that they still thought bad of him. Laughing evilly, he captured and poisoned evil thoughts into his guards, and made them send false reports to them, saying that he has adjusted well to his new surrounding. And slowly, he took his plans into action.
Using the worst form of Magic he possess, he brought numerous men, elves, dwarves, halflings back from their horrific dead. Bring them into torture above their graves, in some deep underground mine. Until they are carefully crafted into his desired perfection, with the skills of their former life, but a mind full of evil. Evil, which was imprinted into their minds by Saruman.
Numbers are slowly and painfully growing, the work was tough, but Saruman was determined to finish his wills of his immortal life. But now, without the powerful urgent message he use to place into the minds of orcs, the dead are more unwilling to submit. They still live with the memories of their lives before death, against evil.
But who knew that the evil craft of magic Saruman possess could turn their minds to think that others are the evil ones, out to destroy their kind. An unrecognizable form of half rotten elves, men, dwarves and hobbits, who were all once a perfect creation, who are supposed to be left in peace after their deaths to defend Middle Earth, and destroy evil.
But Saruman doesn't care, all he cares is that he will get what he wants, at whatever cost. But does he know, it may even cost his own life?
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Hey everyone. Thanks for your kind reviews. Hope you wouldn't find this story too boring, I am only a newbie at writing fanfics at Fanfiction.Net. But isn't a newbie in writing weird fanfics! *giggles*
Thanks for the support of my reviewers!! *hugs* to them all!
Gozilla – Hi thanks for ur review, I hope it is alrite, and hope this chapter isn't realli boring. Thanks for ur review!!
Meisalliam – oppies, I know...but hey, he is da baby of da family, should act a lil young, and 2931 for an elf isn't tooo old keke!! Well, I hope it isn't, just wanted to show a childish side of him that wasn't visible to others. I will try and not make him too childish, thanks for that comment.
L'elfe de Mirkwood – Hi! Thanks for reviewing my stori! Hehe, yups, your da first reviewer!! Hehe, thanks for your comment. I like ur name, elf of Mirkwood!!
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With many many thanks to readers!!! Hope you will all review!!
With Luv, ~Heavenly Angel~
A ~Heavenly Angel~ Creation © 2004