An ElvenKing's Life
Chapter 2
I am Thranduil, Greatest ElvenKing of Mirkwood, Last of the Elves that traveled with us to Greenwood, and Father of Legolas. That is what I am known by now. I live in a tree, in a hut made of reeds and dried grass. Like a human.
Humans took so much from us. They tore down our trees. They trapped, tortured and killed us. They forced us into hiding. All because of fear.
Humans are afraid of what they do not understand. They do not understand elves. They kill what they are afraid of. So they kill elves.
We spread rumors about us. How we are tiny. How we make shoes. Soon, we are myths, legends. No one knows that we truly exist. Except one.
She came one day, crashing through the jungle like she owned it. She wrote down things in her book, and talked into a metal device. She pushed buttons on a metal book that sat open in her lap. She complained about everything.
As there was nothing to complain about really, we decided to give her something to really complain about. We hung her bedroll in the trees and hid her things. It felt good to see a human look surprised.
Every night, we did something to her after she was asleep. Until one night, when she only pretended to sleep.
She caught us by surprise when she grabbed a warrior's ankle. We quickly came down and surrounded her with our bows and arrows. My warriors took her to me, where she would receive final judgment.
"Why are you here?" I asked her in Quenyan and Westron, and finally Sindarin when nothing came up. Surprisingly, she knew it by heart.
"I am here to find the elves," she replied.
"Why?" I asked.
"To prove they are real. People need to know the truth."
"Maybe we don't want them to know the truth?" I asked.
"Too late." I decided to keep her near, so we tied her up and kept her prisoner until she agreed not to run away.
"Why don't you want anyone to know about you?' She asked one day. I explained my mantra.
"That is how we survive. If they knew, they would not let us survive. Survival is the key to my people. I would keep them safe from any harm." She seemed to except that, and began teaching me English. Of course, soon everyone was being taught english.
I still kept Sindarin as the official language. I never knew about the betrayal. . .
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A/N: I'm Back! Please, tell me what you think. I'll take any ideas, I swear. It's a little purple button, it won't bite. Now push it! leave me a nice long review. . . good. I knew you could do it. . . .
Replies:
Dalamar Nightson- Thanks for the idea for the Amazon Jungle. This is only the Sindar/ Sylvan. I have an idea of where to put the Noldor, though.
Jade Limill
Chapter 2
I am Thranduil, Greatest ElvenKing of Mirkwood, Last of the Elves that traveled with us to Greenwood, and Father of Legolas. That is what I am known by now. I live in a tree, in a hut made of reeds and dried grass. Like a human.
Humans took so much from us. They tore down our trees. They trapped, tortured and killed us. They forced us into hiding. All because of fear.
Humans are afraid of what they do not understand. They do not understand elves. They kill what they are afraid of. So they kill elves.
We spread rumors about us. How we are tiny. How we make shoes. Soon, we are myths, legends. No one knows that we truly exist. Except one.
She came one day, crashing through the jungle like she owned it. She wrote down things in her book, and talked into a metal device. She pushed buttons on a metal book that sat open in her lap. She complained about everything.
As there was nothing to complain about really, we decided to give her something to really complain about. We hung her bedroll in the trees and hid her things. It felt good to see a human look surprised.
Every night, we did something to her after she was asleep. Until one night, when she only pretended to sleep.
She caught us by surprise when she grabbed a warrior's ankle. We quickly came down and surrounded her with our bows and arrows. My warriors took her to me, where she would receive final judgment.
"Why are you here?" I asked her in Quenyan and Westron, and finally Sindarin when nothing came up. Surprisingly, she knew it by heart.
"I am here to find the elves," she replied.
"Why?" I asked.
"To prove they are real. People need to know the truth."
"Maybe we don't want them to know the truth?" I asked.
"Too late." I decided to keep her near, so we tied her up and kept her prisoner until she agreed not to run away.
"Why don't you want anyone to know about you?' She asked one day. I explained my mantra.
"That is how we survive. If they knew, they would not let us survive. Survival is the key to my people. I would keep them safe from any harm." She seemed to except that, and began teaching me English. Of course, soon everyone was being taught english.
I still kept Sindarin as the official language. I never knew about the betrayal. . .
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A/N: I'm Back! Please, tell me what you think. I'll take any ideas, I swear. It's a little purple button, it won't bite. Now push it! leave me a nice long review. . . good. I knew you could do it. . . .
Replies:
Dalamar Nightson- Thanks for the idea for the Amazon Jungle. This is only the Sindar/ Sylvan. I have an idea of where to put the Noldor, though.
Jade Limill